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neon-junkie · 3 years ago

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Heightened Senses

Summary: You and Tech have been secretly mingling for weeks, and you decide to try something risky by fucking late at night in the Marauder's cockpit. However, Hunter can't sleep due to sensing your interaction, and for some reason, he decides to investigate... Pairing: Tech x Reader x Hunter Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of her appearance. Word count: 3.4k Tags: Threesome, Oral (giving), Anal toys, Vaginal sex, Ball gags, Sub/Dom, Praise kink, Dirty talk, Creampie. Notes: i totally rushed this so sorry for any mistakes. im p certain the start is a mess, but it's done now lol

Tonight is another night where Hunter's kept awake due to his heightened senses, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in, twisting and turning as he senses something sensual radiating throughout the ship. It's distant, coming from the cockpit, and a feeling in Hunter's gut informs him that he knows exactly what he'll find, if he goes searching for it.

His feet lightly hit the floor as he pushes himself out of bed, exiting his room with only his sweatpants on, and his hair tied up in a messy bun, free of his bandana. Everybody elses door is shut, minus yours, which is slightly ajar with no forms of life on the inside.

Quietly and cautiously, Hunter pushes your door open even more, confirming that you're not inside. Your room is in its usual state, with your bunk neatly made, showing that you haven't even stepped foot in here since this morning. Hunter knows that Tech's room is also empty, and it's not hard to put two and two together.

The batch has always assumed that you two have something going on, considering how often you're in each others company, but Hunter continues denying it for some unknown reason, despite all the signs that point towards it. Hunter's quite literally sensed the tension between you two before; he's felt the heavy vibrations running through the ships floor whenever Tech is slamming into you, and overheard whimpers and moans during all hours of the night. Curse his heightened senses, and curse them right now for keeping him up once more.

Hunter knows that you two are up in the cockpit getting up to mischief, hidden behind the thick, metal door, risking being caught by any of the Batchers. He slowly approaches the door, sensing the vibrating running through the ships floor as something is consistently being hit. No- someone, you?

Hunter places his hand on the cockpit's door, confirming that the thudding is coming from in there. It is, and he's certain that he overhears you groaning throughout it. A few short moments of silence appear, soon to be cut out as Hunter senses a new, quieter vibration, making him shudder.

You two are definitely going at it, but what exactly is going on in there? Was Tech... spanking you? That would explain those sharp, thudding sensations. But what's going on right now?

The knot in Hunter's stomach tightens, knowing that he shouldn't be peeping on either of you like this. However, with his heightened senses, it's hard not to be curious, especially when he can almost physically feel the pleasure that you two are enjoying, jealous of what he's deprived of.

"Hunter?" Tech's muffled voice calls out from behind the door. Hunter gasps, and debates turning around and sneaking away. However, he also feels the overwhelming urge to stay, and in his decision, his feet glue themselves to the floor. "Hunter, I know you're out there."

"I... thought I heard something," Hunter sheepishly white lies. He's not wrong, but he's definitely skipping out on a few important details. The knot in his stomach tightens even more, heat rising in his chest, and he almost feels like he's about to be sick, until Tech calls out again.

"Either come inside and lend me a hand, or stop lingering around our private matters."

Kriff. Was that really Tech talking? Hunter lets out a deep breath that he didn't realize he was holding, and before he can think things through, his fingers have already trailed up to open the cockpit's door.

The smell of sex hits him like a tidal wave as the cockpit door opens, causing Hunter to let out a few short breaths, eventually stabilizing himself. He steps inside, shutting the door behind him, and squints, uncertain of what he's seeing.

Both of you are on the floor, with Tech's on his knees behind you, fully sheathed, currently kneading your hips. The upper half of your body is resting on the pilots chair for support, hands attempting to grip onto the slippery, leather fabric. Tech pushes his goggles up his nose as his eyes meet Hunters, who looks away, staring at the floor instead.

"Up, cyar'ika. Let our Sergeant sit down," Tech orders you, and manhandles you into position. He pulls your arms behind your back, holding them there with one hand, and yanks you up off the chair, pressing your back to his chest.

Only now does Hunter realize that you have a bright red ball gag pressed between your lips, possibly in an attempt to keep the noise down. That vibrating sensation is still humming through the ships floor, and the source seems to be you. Hunter knows he'll find out what's happening in due time. Yet again, he pauses, but his feet decide for him, and Hunter slowly makes his way over to the pilots chair, taking a seat and swirling it to face Tech, as if the pair are about to have a casual conversation.

"I assume that your heightened senses lead you here?" Tech questions, still with you in his grasp.

"My what-? Oh, yeah. I could uh... I could sense that something was going on in here," Hunter shyly admits.

"What was it? The vibrations running throughout the ship? Or the smell of her slickness?" Tech boldly questions, and you let out a muffled whine at Tech's strong tone of voice.

Hunter gulps at Tech's found dominance, feeling inferior in this new setting. "The vibrations," Hunter states.

"I'm sorry that you caught us, Sergeant. You're welcome to punish cyar'ika for giving us away," Tech offers, and lets go of his grip on your wrists, causing you to fall forward and thankfully catch yourself on Hunter's knees.

You look up at Hunter with dark, blown pupils, a light layer of spit forming in the corners of your mouth, the bright red ball gag complimenting your features perfectly. Hunter groans at the sight, and goes to compliment you for your obedience, keeping your hands patiently on his knees until he gives his consent. Again, he freezes up, and that voice in the back of his head questions if he should be doing this.

However, it's clear that both you and Tech are open to Hunters involvement. You're eyeing him up like a Nexu waiting to pounce, eager to get your hands on the Sergeant, and Tech's tone of voice is deep and firm, something that Hunter's never heard before, but Tech has quite literally invited him to join in, so the choice is Hunter's.

Plus, the sight of Hunter's hardening length gives his arousal away, pressed against his blacks, causing you to groan at the sight. Hunter keeps one hand resting on the chairs arm, the other reaches forwards. Bare, calloused fingertips glide over your jawline, and Hunter softly smiles at the way you move into his touch. Hunter can feel those vibrations from earlier dancing beneath your skin, and he peers over your shoulder, finally locating the source.

There's a pretty, vibrating butt plug inside you, jittering away on a low setting. Hunter gawks at the sight, not just because it looks good, but because he's realizing that Tech really is full of surprises, as is you.

Hunter's eyes meet yours again, and he finally decides to accept his invitation. He smirks as he moves his fingertips up to your lips, gliding over them before settling on the ball gag. You groan and bat your lashes, silently asking Hunter to remove the accessory.

A trail of spit slides over your chin as Hunter removes the ball gag, letting it fall around your neck like a collar. "Mesh'la," Hunter groans, and wipes the pad of his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, groaning once more when you stick your tongue out, and wrap your lips around Hunter's thumb. You suck on his thick digit, keep your eyes locked onto his, demonstrating your skills before sliding off his thumb with a pop!

"Isn't she just?" Tech nods from behind you, running his bare hands along your sides, enjoying the feeling of your smooth, bare body. Tech's thrusts are still at a halt, cock twitching deep inside you, desperate to move again. He holds himself back, allowing Hunter to catch up on all the fun that he's missed out on, smirking to himself when your hands trail up Hunter's thighs to palm over his cock.

You moan at the sight of Hunter's cock springing free when you pull his blacks down to his thighs, drooling over the idea that you'll soon have two thick cocks inside you. Whilst lightly pumping Hunter's shaft, you swirl your tongue around the tip, slowly introducing yourself to his taste. Hunter lets out a choked moan when you unexpectedly begin sliding him into your mouth, the corners of your lips already feeling sore from his size.

Hunter finally speaks, and his voice is just as deep and chilling as Tech's. "You've trained her well," he comments.

Tech lets out a light, cocky chuckle. "I've found that rewarding her good behaviour works best, and on the rare occasion that she misbehaves, I punish her," Tech states, and slowly begins thrusting into you again. Using the control device that is always strapped to his wrist, Tech ups the vibrations for your plug, causing both you and Hunter to groan.

"Punish her how?" Hunter questions with shaky breaths, his eyes fixated on you, gawking at how well you're sucking his cock. Yet again, his heightened senses are threatening to make him cum early, but from the way Tech is acting, he'll probably order you to clean him up before going again. Hunter knows that he's going to sleep well tonight.

"Spanking, usually. Sometimes I'll have her go down on me for hours whilst I'm working," Tech states, shrugging it off as if this is a casual conversation. He lightly laughs as he remembers a recent event. "There was one occasion where she was extremely bratty, so I tied her up with a vibrating wand attached to her clit, and left her there whilst I went about my day."

You clench around Tech's length, remembering that specific event, and Tech acknowledges you by kneading your ass with one hand. His other hand settles on your lower back, the perfect position for his thumb to press on the plug, pushing it over and over, threatening to slip something bigger in.

"So, is that why she didn't come on that mission with us a few weeks back?" Hunter perks his ears up.

"That's exactly why," Tech confirms with a nod.

"Oh," Hunter sighs. "That explains why you brushed me off when I said you might have left something on in your room. I could feel the vibrations running through the ship. I thought it was one of your devices, not... a vibrator," Hunter explains, nervously scratching the back of his neck before settling it on your head. He doesn't push you down, nor pull at your hair, resting his hand there instead, acting as a presence.

"Would you like to know the state that I eventually found her in? Note that she was left alone for a few hours, bound and confined to my private quarters. Weren't you, cyar'ika?" Tech coos, acknowledging you once more. The way these two are speaking about you is causing you to shudder, conversing away as if you're not pressed between them, Tech thrusting into your pussy whilst Hunter leans back and enjoys you wrapping your lips around his length.

"Please," Hunter moans, and keeps his eyes glued to yours as Tech begins explaining the event in more detail.

"She had, of course, came multiple times, and her release had soaked my entire bunk, trailing over the edge and soaking the floor as well. I'm fortunate that I decided to remove my bedding before tying her up, leaving her with only a pillow to mewl on."

Hunter quickly grabs the base of his cock, squeezing in an attempt to prevent himself from cumming. He succeeds, and you slip off his cock until he's ready again, working his length gently this time. "Kriff," Hunter sighs heavily, steadying himself out.

"There's more," Tech says with a soft laugh. "Most of her makeup was smudged due to tearing up from over-stimulation, and she passed out mere seconds after I returned and freed her from her restraints."

"Was that alright for you?" Hunter directs his question to you, a strong amount of concern in his voice, overshadowing his arousal.

You slip off Hunter's cock, and flash him a smile before peering over your shoulder, attempting to look at Tech. "Permission to speak, Sir?" you question, and you overhear Hunter groan at your obedience.

"Permission granted, cyar'ika," Tech approves.

With that same smile on your lips, you turn back to Hunter. "Sir was regularly checking in on me using his comm, and I had been bound in a way that if I needed to, I could free myself and turn the vibrator off. Sir takes my safety seriously, he plans these events out thoroughly."

"Huh?" Hunter lightly laughs, a smirk remaining on his lips. "Nice to see that you still use that brain of yours outside of missions."

"Of course, it's a habit," Tech shrugs, making eye contact with Hunter, before gazing down at you. "But you learnt to behave, didn't you?"

"Mhmm," you nod and hum around Hunter's cock.

Tech punishes you with a harsh slap on your ass before firmly ordering, "speak properly, cyar'ika."

You yelp around Hunter's cock at the spank, and pull off him quickly, softly pumping his length as you apologize. "Yes, Sir. I did," you nod, and Tech seems happy with your response.

Hunter is obviously surprised at Tech's firmness, but he's also making mental notes on the many ways that he can have you following orders in the future. You're less likely to do your own thing if you're sandwiched between Tech and Hunter, who are both ordering you in that deep, dominant tone of voice, bribing you with the thought of being smothered after the mission of over. Kriff, maybe he'll ask the others to get involved...

Hunter's deep thoughts are caught off guard as Tech ups the vibrations of your butt plug even more, causing you to groan loudly and press your forehead on Hunter's thigh, attempting to jerk his length. "Come here, mesh'la," Hunter sighs, gently urging you up off his thigh, guiding you to the tip of his cock. Your mouth falls open, and you allow Hunter to push your head down onto him, sucking him at an erratic and slightly lazy pace.

Content with how you're working him, and the added sensation of your plug vibrating throughout your entire body, Hunter returns to his conversation with Tech. "I wish I could have seen that," Hunter groans, and laughs as he comments, "that also explains why your room always smells like sex, Tech."

Tech laughs along with him. He knows that Hunter has been onto you two since you began mingling, and it's hard to keep things a secret, especially with Hunter's heightened senses. "Well, I did record it. I had a live feed set up so I could check in on her regularly. And like you've stated before, recording things is a hobby of mine," Tech smugly states.

"Maker, Tech, you've got to let me see that," Hunter begs, his eyes fixating on you again, attempting to picture you bound, squirming about on Tech's bunk, soaking his room, orgasm after orgasm.

"All in good time, Sergeant. Now, cyar'ika, let Hunter use your mouth however he sees fit," Tech orders both of you.

With a nod, you allow Hunter to take the lead. He firmly grasps your hair, his other hand resting on your shoulder, and begins bucking up into your mouth. Tech holds back for a while, watching over your shoulder as you choke and gag around Hunter's length, letting him use you. His thrusts aren't too hard, holding back due to his caring nature, and you're perfectly fine with that.

The more Hunter fucks your mouth, the more spit pushes from the corners of your lips, dribbling down Hunter's length, sliding over his balls. He's a grunting, sputtering mess above you, attempting to send you praise, but most of his babbling words are cut short.

Tech decides that it's time to chase his orgasm, and with both hands on your hips, he begins fucking into you again, sandwiching you perfectly between two desirably mutated clones. To Hunter's surprise, Tech's thrusts are harsher than his, causing you to be pushed forwards, gagging on Hunter's cock, but you don't pull off. You want to show your Sergeant just how capable you are, and he reads your message loud and clear, eventually tipping over the edge.

Hunter climaxes with a growl, his load spurting down your throat, holding your head steady as he rides his high. The second that Hunter slips his cock from your mouth, you peer over your shoulder, and with spit drooling down over your chin, and a wild look in your eyes, you ask Tech, "permission to cum, Sir?"

"Yes. Of course, cyar'ika," Tech nods, and beats you to it, dipping his hand between your legs to rub your clit. "You've been so good for us," Tech praises you. You rest your leg on Hunter's toned thigh, allowing him to comfort you by massaging his fingers in your hair as you finally orgasm.

Despite the others Batcher's being asleep in the back of the ship, you scream loud enough to possibly wake them, whimpering and panting on Hunter's lap as Tech continues rubbing your clit, over-stimulating you as always. He eventually frees himself up and pulls your hips back sharply, pulling you fully onto his length so he can cum deep inside you, moaning as heavily as Hunter was.

You're still mewling on Hunter's thigh as Tech slips out of you, pressing a button on his wrist control panel to stop the butt plug from vibrating. With heavy breaths, you slump back, sitting nude on the ships chilling floor. Tech somehow has the strength to get up and pull his sweatpants on, followed by exiting the cockpit, returning moments later with a blanket.

Tech bundles you up, kissing your temple in the process and whispering his praise. "You did such a good job, mesh'la. So good for Hunter and I," he coos.

Hunter has tucked himself away, still painting lightly in the pilots chair. He leans forward to place a kiss on your opposite temple, muttering his praise between kisses. "Tech's right. You were perfect," Hunter gently states.

"Let me get you cleaned up and ready for bed," Tech offers, helping you to your feet.

"Taking the lead again, are we, Tech?" Hunter says with a laugh, helping you up.

"I almost always take the lead in our private affairs, Sergeant, and after care is a crucial part that I quite enjoy," Tech explains, leading both of you out the cockpit, heading to the ships individual rooms.

Hunter decides that it's time to break off, leaving you to find comfort on Tech's bunk, but not before thanking you for tonight. Tech peels away, giving you some privacy, leaving you to talk to Hunter alone. "Tonight was good," you simply state. "I uh... wasn't expecting you to join us."

"Honestly, neither was I..." Hunter shrugs. "I always assumed that you and Tech were closed off, you know?"

"I always assumed that too, but I'm welcoming to whatever this is."

"Maybe you should speak more to Tech about it? I'd be happy to join you both again," Hunter confidently admits, smiling even more when he notices the glisten in your eyes.

"Oh?" you sigh. "I bet it's nice to relax and let someone else take the lead, huh?" you playfully punch his shoulder.

Hunter laughs whilst nodding, "yeah," he states. "Now go on, go and get some rest. You've earnt it."

Hunter, unknown to where his boundaries lie, places his hand on the back of your neck, and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. He says goodnight, and watches you head into Tech's room before turning heel and entering his own.

Tired, and still somewhat confused, Hunter slouches down on his bunk, his hands settling on his lap, running through tonight's wild turn of events. Eventually, Hunter begins stripping off for bed, content with what's happened, and eager to see that recording of you. Maybe Hunter can order Tech to hand the recording over tomorrow?

#swwriting #tbbwriting #heightened senses #tech x reader #hunter x reader #the bad batch #female reader #f!reader #star wars #bad batch tech #bad batch hunter #tech x hunter x reader #tbb tech x you #tbb hunter x you

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clonewarslover55 · 4 years ago

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Can you do something with the bad batch where the bad batch has a bunch of fan girls, specifically crosshair, but the only girl crosshair has eyes for is his fem s/o? Im curious how crosshair would react to other girls attention and how he would reassure his s/o? Or what he would do if he saw his s/o leave the situation (like at the bar). Sorry if that doesn't make sense 🙈 please and thank you so much! ❤

This makes sense anon, don’t worry! Lol. You’re so welcome by the way! I hope I did well with this story!

Crosshair X Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol, intoxication, flirty bar people looking to get laid by clones, some angst, mentions of smut, Crosshair is bad with feelings, !Crosshair is a giggly happy drunk!

*Coruscant. 79’s*

The Bad Batch was on leave for a short period of time, so they decided to relax and have some drinks. They were at the most famous clone bar on Coruscant, so they attracted a lot of attention from local bar goers. A lot of people came to the clone bars to meet some of the very attractive clone soldiers, then to hopefully have a fun night with one.

The four members of the Bad Batch sat at the bar, all with drinks in their hands. They invented you to join them for the night, so there you were, sitting at the bar with them. You had only been at the bar for around fifteen minutes, and a bunch of women had already come up to the group. You rolled your eyes every time another fangirl came up to the group flirting shamelessly.

You were to the left of Crosshair, while his team was to his right. You stared at your half empty cup of liquor, hardly listening to Hunter who was shamelessly flirting with a group of women. Wrecker held one of the women on his lap, laughing at something Tech was saying. The women obviously knew who they were, as did most of the people at the bar, which only irritated you more.

A beautiful woman gently rested her hand on Crosshair’s shoulder, giggling drunkenly. A few more stood around him, they obviously knew him the best. You knew Crosshair had way more one night stands then the rest, so it wasn’t a surprise. You only knew this because you met him by being one of his one night stands. You rolled your eyes as they flirted with Crosshair.

All four members of the Bad Batch were pretty drunk, even Tech, who didn’t like to drink. Well Wrecker was more of a buzzed, because it took a lot to get him drunk, but he still wasn’t sober. The last job had been a long one, so they all needed to blow off steam. They all had multiple empty cups and shot glasses in front of them, while you were only on your second drink.

You traced your finger along the rim of your glass and looked at your friends, all who were laughing and having fun with the strangers. You looked at Crosshair who had a bored expression on his face as the women chatted him up. He made eye contact with you and you quickly looked away, causing him to frown. He thought he saw hurt and sadness in your eyes, but couldn’t exactly tell because you looked away too quickly.

The women captured his attention again by continuing to ramble on, one even leaned on the bar between Crosshair and yourself. You snorted at her rudeness and stood up. They were all distracted, so you decided to leave them to their drinks and fangirls. You quickly walked out into the chilly Coruscant night, tears brimming your eyes at the thought of Crosshair with another woman.

You thought you would feel more jealous and bitter as you left the situation, but all you felt was sadness.

You and Crosshair had slept together a lot, and you two also hung out whenever he was on leave. You know he only considered it a friends with benefits situation, while you wanted something more. He probably didn’t share the strong feelings you had for him, so you felt there was no point in you staying there any longer. You wiped your eyes, feeling stupid for falling in love with him.

The Bad Batch was practically famous, especially among horny bar goers. Why would Crosshair stay with you when he had the opportunity to sleep with whoever he wanted? You shook your head and sniffled, walking faster in the direction of your apartment.

You heard a familiar voice calling your name, causing you to freeze and wipe your eyes. You turned around, trying to act like you weren’t just crying. Crosshair jogged up to you and stopped in front of you, the drunken smile leaving his lean face at your expression. “Why’d you leave?” You rolled your eyes and sniffed aggressively, trying to hold back the tears that burned your eyes. You were about to answer but he cut you off, “Was it because of those women?” You crossed your arms, “N-No. You all seemed very distracted, so I decided to leave.” It wasn’t technically a lie.

Crosshair cocked an eyebrow, seeing straight through your lies. “Hey.” He stepped closer to you, causing your lip to quiver slightly. He gently wiped the tears that had escaped your eyes with his thumb, “I wasn’t into those women, I was trying to divert them away so I could finally have a conversation with you.” You frowned, your eyes looking down at your shoes. It definitely didn’t seem like that to you.

Crosshair grabbed your chin softly, forcing you to look into his beautiful eyes. “Darlin’ do you really think i’d ever replace you with one of those dirty women?” He chuckled slightly, still obviously intoxicated. “Well I just figured-” He cut you off with a soft kiss, “Shhh. I would never replace you. I love you, and only you.” You stared at him, pretty sure it was just the alcohol talking. “It’s true!” He giggled a little, causing you to laugh.

He gently cupped your cheek, “It’s true. I promise I love you even when I’m not drunk.” He was never the best at expressing his emotions, but the slurred words were more than enough. You pulled Crosshair into a passionate kiss, “I love you too.” He smirked against your lips before kissing you again. You grabbed his hand and tugged him after you, leading him to your apartment. You were going to make him prove to you exactly how he felt about you once you got to your apartment.

#crosshair x reader #crosshair x Fem!Reader #I love Crosshair #the bad batch #Bad Batch #clone force 99 #clone trooper crosshair #clone trooper hunter #clone trooper wrecker #clone trooper tech #hunter #crosshair #tech #wrecker

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stargleeksil-blog · 7 years ago

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Criminal Minds s05e21 “Exit Wounds” review - or more aptly named, my baby girl is the best innocent cupcake with the biggest heart ever and I am so in love with Kirsten Vangsness and they need to make Morgan/Garcia happening

Episode 21 – Exit Wounds

Hey guys! So I’ve got time for one more review before I have to go and do shopping for the weekend and upcoming week. I also have to buy more Tupperware … sigh.

Ew. We’re starting with butchering fish? I love fish, but I’m one of those hypocrites who can’t stand the thought that you actually have to kill living organisms in order to eat them XD

“Is anyone there? ‘Is anyone there,’ Brenda? Right, ‘cause the homicidal maniac hiding in the shadows is really going to answer you.”

By far the smartest victim we’ve seen so far.

Oh boy, so she actually knows her killer? Oh honey.

“JJ, that’s not the point.”

Ooh, girl talk! I’m gonna love this episode.

“Well, are you gonna call him?”

Call who? Mick?

“Maybe.”

“Emily.”

I love playfully-frustrated JJ.

“Mick Rawson is an arrogant, oversexed, egotistical …”

“Hot British dude with a sexy accent, badge and a gun.”

I’m wet just thinking about it.

“Just your type.”

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

“You know what? I don’t even get you sometimes.”

Lol.

“It wouldn’t go anywhere.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know our work schedules.”

Now you’re just making up excuses, Emily.

“Okay, you know what? Will and I make it work.”

True enough.

“Oh, no.”

Oh my goodness gracious, I’m dying!

“I know. Don’t say it.”

“But when you see what’s in here … it’s not my fault.”

“They were calling to me, I swear. And they were all on sale. And when you think about it, that means that I am helping the economy.”

“Which is more than I can say for you guys, ‘cause no one else has bags.”

I love her reasoning.

“Please tell me all of those aren’t for my son.”

XDDDDDDDD “They’re not. This one is for Kevin.”

I love you, Penelope.

“What? It is my duty as a fairy godmother to spoil the child.”

True.

“And Henry is finally old enough to be fun when opening presents. I’m not taking them back.”

“Give me my coffee and no one’s gonna get hurt.”

Oh I love this woman.

“Half-calf, extra shot venti, 2-pump nonfat, hold the whip caramel macchiato.”

WHOA. That’s quite the coffee order.

“Next stop, Xanadu.”

Aw, so cute!

“Oh, wait … Xana-don’t. “Time to go to the BAU, ladies.”

Oh dear.

“Maybe I should get a cat.”

Oh Emily.

“Whoa!”

‘Whoa’ is definitely the appropriate sentiment.

“Sorry to ruin your night.”

“What, are you working on wife number four?”

“I see you people way too much.”

I love this show.

So they’re headed to Alaska?

My poodle rattling off fun facts about the town.

“It could be a sign of remorse. Cover their bodies so he doesn’t have to face the reality of what he’s done.”

“Or he thinks the women are trash and he’s just placed them where he thinks they belong.”

Oh dear.

“Garcia, I need you with us.”

Wait what?

“Sir?”

“I’ve tasked a satellite uplink and it’s your job to keep us connected.”

“Yes, sir.”

So she’s flying to Alaska with them? Oh boy.

John Morley: “Nature in her most dazzling aspects or stupendous parts, is but the background and theater of the tragedy of man.”

WHOA.

“Wearing gloves and making sure there aren’t any witnesses – that’s a no-brainer.”

“But what concerns me is the evolution of the kills.”

“Evolution?”

“Well, he started with easy prey.”

Oh boy.

“But he didn’t have to overpower either one of them. Both victims were shot.”

“Which is my point exactly. He killed them both from a safe distance.”

“But Brenda Bright was younger, more athletic. She would have been able to put up much more of a fight, so why not shoot her, too?”

My smart puppy.

“He used an arrow, but he didn’t shoot her with it. He stabbed her.”

Oh god.

“I should let everybody know that reception in the area is unreliable at best.”

“I’m giving everybody satellite phones for communication, and I’ve already preprogrammed all your digits into speed dial.”

“Guess who’s lucky number seven.”

I love you.

So cute how they’re trying to get a good look at the town.

Can we just talk about the fact that Garcia literally has a wheelie bag while the rest of them have a carry-on? I love you, lady!

“It’s pretty isolated out here. How do you get basic supplies?”

My smart puppy.

“You’re sure packing an awful lot of stuff for a fishing trip.”

Oh wow, so he’s actually leaving the place? Where the frack is he going? He’s in the middle of literally nowhere.

“What convinced you she was stabbed with the arrow instead of shot?”

Ew.

“I found urine on the remains.”

Fuck, he actually peed on them? FUCK. Oh, so he only peed on the male? Ew.

“He’s playing with the bodies, experimenting with this methodologies.”

Oh that is gross.

“We’re dealing with a psychopath.”

No shit.

Wait. They covered up the blood that was left at the crime scene?

“You contaminated the scene?”

So they had to do it so the rabid bear in the woods won’t come and kill them. Fuck.

My cutie setting up.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to make this place a little less analog.”

Oh, tech burn.

“Sorry. I forget my hacker jokes aren’t funny.”

They are to me.

“My name is Penelope. I’m the one who doesn’t carry a weapon, aside from my biting wit.”

Which is as good a weapon as a gun, honey.

“And my job includes combining my kick-ass systems with your sheriff’s department database to get the skinny on your neighbors and you.”

“Or you could just ask us what you want to know …”

“No. Because in my experience, the information superhighway never lies and people do.”

Oh my lovely genius.

“That’s when I check your criminal record. And you, my friend, are clean as a whistle.”

“What does that even mean.”

“No idea.”

Ha.

“He’s already experimenting with his victims.”

Ew.

And apparently most of them are bailing.

“Can you blame them?”

Nope.

“It sounds like your basic survival skills.”

“No, they’re hunting skills.”

Exactly.

“Think about it. The marksmanship, the urine – it makes sense.”

“The urine makes sense?”

I’m with Derek here. Uber ew.

“All right, so we’ve got a psychopath with hunting skills who knows the routines of everyone in town. How are we supposed to keep everyone safe?”

Mission impossible.

“I’m gonna pull an all-nighter, finish going through the town records. Should have background checks by sunrise.”

I love her dedication.

“I’ve got four rooms available.” “Uh, four?”

Oh my honeys, you’re so used to the good life. Get ready to double up.

“I’m not sleeping with Reid.”

HEY! That’s not nice!

“Dibs.”

Oh my freaking goodness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“What do you mean, you’re sharing a room with Morgan?”

Oh god, Lynch the Bitch is back. For like those few moments of jealousy. I don’t like you.

I mean, I love Nicholas Brendon beyond belief, but I hate Kevin Lynch.

“Oh, you’re jealous.”

“Jealous? Why? Because you’re bedding down with a …muscle-bound, modern-day 007?”

“He’s more like Jason Bourne.”

Exactly.

XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

“He took the floor.”

Exactly. Because my puppy is a gentlemen.

“Just make sure he keeps his weapon holstered.”

Oh my freaking god. That is genius writing.

And I can totally see Xander coming out right now XD

“Why are you up right now, anyway? It’s so late.”

“Actually, it’s early. I just got to Quantico.”

“Damn time zones.”

Cuties.

“Hello?”

“Frack.”

XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Are they allowed to say that on national TV?

“Oh, come on, baby.”

“Nice one, Garcie.”

I love it when she talks to herself.

Oh my god.

No.

My baby girl, why are you going after something strange in the dark? Why?

“You’re gonna be okay.”

Oh, I am so in love right now.

“Just keep looking at me.”

“Help!”

Someone help my new girlfriend! “He’s accelerating his schedule.”

Fuck.

“There has to be more to it than that.”

“He brought the body to the tavern we’re staying at. He’s telling us he’s not afraid of us.”

Oh god.

“He switched to a hunting knife. Looks like a jagged edge.”

“It’s hard to say, but judging from the location, I would guess liver or spleen.”

Oh god, he took a part of the victim? Ew.

“He was alive.”

“What?”

“He was still alive.”

“Baby, there’s nothing else you could have done.”

“I felt him leave.”

Oh my god.

“He was there one second, and then – just a body.”

“I’m really sorry that you had to see all of that.”

“Derek, I didn’t see it, I was in it.”

Oh my goodness. I know this is super sad and really traumatic for Penelope, but I can’t get over how tender Derek is, and I’m so in love with the both of them right now.

“I was sort of used to seeing horrible things from the safety of my screens every day, but this was … right there.”

“Why didn’t you go and find someone before you ran out there?”

“Because when I got shot, I remember thinking the last thing I’m ever gonna see in this life is the man who killed me, and I couldn’t let that happen to him.”

Oh god, I’m so in love.

“He had to see something good before he died.”

“You ran right towards the unsub. You could have been killed.”

“I know that. Don’t treat me like I’m the victim.”

“All right. I’m sorry.”

Oh god.

“I want to ask you a couple of questions, all right?”

“No. cognitive interviews, breaking someone’s death down to a science and statistic – that’s your world, Derek, not mine!”

“I will help from mine.”

“Penelope!”

“Derek, let her go.”

“Will you look after her, please?”

Oh my goodness, she is so shook up she can’t even give a cognitive interview, and it’s so cute and sad at the same time that my heart is ripping.

“Was Garcia able to give you any new information?”

“She’s given all she can.”

So leave her alone.

“He’ll have extensive hunting experience.”

Oh god. I really hope they catch this fucker soon.

So they now think it’s Joshua Bradley? I think so, too.

“So you enjoy hunting?”

“Then would you say you take pleasure in the kill?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“Actually, no … they don’t.”

Ha.

“Needle, meet haystack.”

I love this writing team.

“Yeah, we need the big guns.”

“Ripped and ready to rumble.”

“Uh, maybe you should sit this one out.”

I love how they try to help her. I love you so much, my beautiful cupcakes.

“Put this bastard where he belongs.”

“No, he’s not.”

Why is she thinking that Joshua isn’t the unsub?

“Reid.”

Oh my clueless poodle.

“Well, welcome back, red delicious.”

“Take a bite out of this.”

Oh my god, I love those two so much!

“Anyone else look like they might be leaving town?”

Of course she can give them the answers.

“Penelope, you are …”

“So ready to go home.”

Oh my darling.

“Do you mind my asking who the father is?”

She doesn’t even know. Oh dear.

I really hope she will be saved.

“It’s for your own protection.”

Crap. They killed Josh’s mom? Oh boy.

“This one’s personal.”

“He played with her body.”

Oh god, I want to throw up.

Oh god, they have to tell him that his mother was killed fuck.

Oh my poor nutcase.

“Please, sit down.”

“I’m sorry. She’s gone.”

Oh my sympathetic poodle, I love you so much.

“You don’t want to think of her that way.”

“If you had gone to her, there’s a good chance you’d both be dead.”

“I need to see my mom.”

“Well, let’s have someone take you.”

“It’s okay, I know the way.”

Why you being rude to my poodle?

“Did you see his behavior shift from wanting to help us to wanting to leave?”

“He’s lying.”

“Because he knows who the unsub is.”

Oh dear.

“Garcia, got anything?”

“Their lives has been torn apart, figuratively and literally, and I can’t find anything.”

“I’m hacking into his college database as we speak. Maybe there’s something about his life in Seattle I may have missed.”

Oh god, please find this fucker.

“Why the mutilation? Why the overkill?”

“Mutilation?”

What is Rossi onto here?

“We need to adjust the profile.”

Huh?

“These animals weren’t mutilated by a rabid bear. Someone did this.”

Oh god.

“An animal wouldn’t have left so much.”

“We should have seen it before. It’s homicidal triad 101.”

Fuck. Oh god.

“I found something uber weird.”

Oh god, I’m seriously nervous about this one.

“Talk about abandonment issues.”

Oh god, someone find this fucking Owen bastard. I want him dead for freaking out my baby girl like that.

“We’re surrounded by waterways and mountains. He could be anywhere.”

Oh that dad is an asshole! “Did you know?”

Don’t be disrespecting my honeys!

“He’s not here. But the window’s open.”

Fuck.

“Sit down and shut up.”

Oh snap!

“I promise he will not lay a hand on you again.”

I LOVE YOU AARON HOTCHNER!

Hey, sheriff, let go!

“We’ve got a problem.”

“They’re hunting Owen.”

Shit.

Fuck.

“Did they just shoot him?”

“They wouldn’t be shooting if they weren’t close.”

“Let’s go.”

Find them, please.

“Hold on, guys.”

“Yeah, Hotch, what’s up?”

“Ok. Got it.”

“There’s a new plan. He’s heading for the harbor.”

Oh boy.

“Drop the weapons and back away!”

Please, just stop it.

“He needs help and he will be held accountable for his crimes.”

God, I hate it when they think they know the system and think it’s against him.

’m terribly sorry for your loss, but please just put your guns down so no one else gets hurt.”

“Who do you think has the higher ground here?” “I’m pretty sure we do!”

Ha.

Now they’re backing down.

“You shot him?”

“He’ll live.”

Yup.

“It sucks, doesn’t it?”

“What?”

“Just knowing that we couldn’t have done any of this without you.” XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

I love how he appreciates her so much.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I’m proud of you, Penelope. Despite everything that happened, you came back …and you go the job done.”

“The sight of blood used to make me run away. And two nights ago I ran towards.”

“It means you’re changing into someone stronger than you realize. You cared enough to risk your own life to try and save someone else.”

“Yeah, but … what’s the difference being strong and being jaded?”

“I’m scared, Derek. I don’t want to lose who I am just so I can do this job.”

“We are in one of the most beautiful places on earth. I know you see that, don’t you?” Yup.

“Then we have nothing to worry about.”

“It’s who you are, baby girl. You see the beauty in everything and everyone no matter where you go.”

“That part of you is never gonna change, and I won’t let it.”

“I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Tough. I think I’m gonna stay on the job a little while longer.”

“Yeah? How much longer?”

“Every day of my life.”

“I kinda love you, Derek Morgan.”

“I kinda love you, Penelope Morgan.”

Oh god, my heart is bursting with love right now.

Ralph W. Sockman: “Nothing is so strong as gentleness, and nothing is so gentle as real strength.”

Okay, so aside from the awful murder aspect of the episode, I just fell in love with this one. It’s one of my favorites, because we see Penelope actually helping someone in the real field, not from behind a computer, even though it’s amazing what she does on a regular basis, and we got to see more Morgan/Garcia goodness, and even though Lynch the Bitch cropped up, it reminded me more of Xander than Kevin Lynch so I’m okay with that.

Perfect episode aside from the murder.

I’ll see you guys later, honeys! Thank you so much for the support <3

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Wow, Lara J, I Get You

15:49 5/8/2017

85. All cutesy and smiles on the outside, but on the inside bitter thought. “I guess she didn’t think a girl like me could really shine at UVA.” 86. “He’s a Potter person, like us.” I thought it said “like the rest of us” and I was like yes! 87. I feel like Ravenclaw would suit Margot, but that’s because she’s a Ravenclaw…probably. LJ’s…very creative, but probably hufflepuff. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was Gryffindor…actually, she’s very scared about a lot of things. I don’t think she lets fear rule her life, but I think it does affect it (naturally) to a degree that she wouldn’t be Gryffindor. I’d love for Ravi to be Slytherin. Yo, where’s Josh going to school? 88. Dad didn’t think Margot would be the hardest to please, I bet. Lara Jean always chirps on about her mother. Margot did have he most time with her though… 91. I love the way they talk about their family. LJ said earlier– Tumblr is doing it again. Anyway, I’ll ignore it right now, just focusing on not making typos that I can’t see. LJ said they were a Butter in the fridge family. Same. Now, Margot says they are not a Fresca family. Love it. I never thought of our family this way, but everyone has their quirks. Family’s as a whole certainly do.

I can’t handle this. 15:59 can’t see

16:23 102. Me. I’m probably And Peggy, but I’d rather not condemn myself that way. 106. I remember how much I wanted Tia there when I found a prom dress…goodness gracious Tumblrr. Okay, I’ll switch to desktop 16:28 16:32 114. Okay, I caved. Peter is included in the proposal though! Like, woah! Would it be overkill if she said no? Like LJ’s rejection? She won’t though…just all of these expectations, planning the future around assumptions 116. AHHHHH I CAN’T THAT IS SO NICE PETER AND KITTY 121. That’s so embarrassing. I thought KITTY called her Tree because she was tall… 16:56 I suck. I read the last paragraph. It was perfect. By the last paragraph, I mean the last two pages basically. Mom basically said to postpone making dinner. I will for half an hour to an hour. 7:29 138. LJ…she’s so cute. It doesn’t annoy me at all that she’s pretty. She’s just…she’s a good one to be pretty. 140. Literal same. I’m so there. Draft talk is always like wat. I tried to look it up a few times. I feel like I got caught reading about other countries or something. 140-141. He’s so cute. So young. So full of life and promise. AHHH SAME LARA JEAN 141. He’s so cute and perceptive. 143. I totally had those thoughts. In his twenties that I may never get to meet. 146. I just remembered that cliche thing is what I say. Cliches are cliches for a reason. I hope Chris remembers LJ’s birthday 147. I love it. 148. Will KITTY and Owen….?? 151. HAHAHAHAH WOW FACE MASKS?! 153. Oh, I’ve been wanting to watch that for years! Because…Burdge 156. See, right now I don’t relate to Lara Jean much at all. I would not be this hands on in a wedding during school, I don’t think. I wonder if the Asian heritage subconsciously plays a role for me I wonder if Tia saying asians were weird in my childhood made a difference for me. Lily wasn’t. Tia liked Lily a lot…she also appreciated nicer people. I don’t know. I know I’m more easily jealous of another Asian than others…I just want to break down all of my walls of prejudice 159. I love this exchange “Sure, but I could’ve had that idea on my own, you know. You should at least give me a chance to have ideas.” I pay him on the knee. “Just please don’t forget.” 160. Dang. I forgot they were related. I thought he just volunteered too. Sneaking out and playing in the snow…so sweet. 161. I’m not entirely sure who sent that text. 162. Oh right. I wish we got to see Margot Meeting Stormy. I have been thinking about writing and don’t know how to avoid the boring parts…but JHan just skips them. If their too rudimentary and have little purpose, just don’t include them. They need to contribute to the story. 163. The offer, true offer, is what counts for me too. I can be furious or ready to cry, and someone can say, I’m sorry. I can __ and suddenly I’m all good. Because that’s all I needed. A genuine offer to clean the dish or do this or that, then I’ll do it anyway…because all I was ever really searching for was the offer. - for a second I thought she’d rethink and go to school in Richmond. Probs not though 164. Wow. A year ago. We missed most of LJ’s senior year. I want to know what she did. Mostly spend it with Peter? Go to those parties? 167. WHAT WHAT WHAT?! WAT WAT. WHAAAAAT? I always pictured John Ambrose McClaren as a really smart dude destined for…I don’t know…an Ivy, I guess. Love it. 168. LJ is just too darn relatable sometimes. I swear, she can appeal to such a great audience. “I say it like I don’t remember her name, even though I do, I mean, I just heard him say it two minutes ago.” 19:10 My potato pancakes are a struggle. They were supposed to be a quick easy dinner… 180. I get that. Knowing someone so well… 181. Lip jut out. Awwww 182. I wish I went to after prom…in Shaker I wish I had Tia’s high school life 183. But Chris knew she’d spend time with LJ during her birthday after all 184. AHHH IT IS ALMOST CHEATING USING ALL THESE CUTESY MOVIE CLICHES BUT I LOVE IT 185. Little lines that are vague and obvious, but hit you are why I like Jenny Han. “I guess that’s part of growing up too–saying goodbye to the things you used to love.” Ah, so that’s why she wished to always love Peter as much as she did in that moment. I guess John Green’s thing that Ryan loved and bought was so deep about funerals being for the living is also…like what I love. The cliches authors know teenagers and anyone�� I feel like I’ll love this later in life too, will love because they feel that tug of authenticity in the quote. You can connect to it by thinking of a particular feeling or memory even though the line wasn’t explicitly written for you. 190. He doesn’t say anything because he hasn’t broken t to her that they will not have all summer because DI lax or because they only have summer? 191. Leaving high school…damn that would’ve been crazy in Shaker 193. I let the breathing thing slide even though I thought it was funny. Kitty saying let’s not get carried away made me actually laugh though. This book has the most feminine cover and coloring ever 196. This is the first time Chris has been more of a good thing than a bad thing I feel like. I would do this. 197. I know Peter will try to call as your phone is dead. He’ll be all but LJ doesn’t let her phone die! Wat is going on 199. Tell him that. Text him rather than being spiteful! I’m always spiteful though 201. She definitely plays the role of introvert well, but…I don’t know. People can be introverted and just not be as socially anxious I guess. 204. Chris’ big attitude and talk are coming down now…it’s refreshing. 206. Another use of the phrase “it’s cliche for a reason” 208. This is a great page. It gave me chills. A genuine connection between Lara Jean and her future step mom. Differentiating her life from Peter…laughter from lack of sleep. Matriarchy 211. Oh goody! I’d love for them not to go to a party too! 213. As my Dear Evan Hansen would say, we start with stars in our eyes…Peters have deflated a little 214. Wow, Virginia Tech? Aren’t tech schools harder? Is Gen like smart? 216. Lols me as a girlfriend. Literal the shitty parts of me as a girlfriend 217. Why is he a dick? For getting drunk? That’s certainly part of it. Not being completely happy? Fair, but, yes, dickish. He seems to have changed a lot since dating her though. I don’t think she realizes that. 218. Hahaha love him - A truth universially acknowledged that a man with a fortune must be in want of a wife? Or something like that. It’s been a few years. 3? 220. I laughed again at “Do I need to explain to you guys again about Silpat versus parchment paper?” “We got it.” Hahaha her share of cookies 222. Hahah “Hey, I’m built.” 225. HAHAHA THE LONG CON. GOTTA GET PETER ON YOUR SIDE 227. Does Jenny Han also follow Burdge? Or are all of these coincidences (okay, two, Amelie and tread softly because you tread on my dreams) 229. That’s sweet 232. I just realized Jenny Han sneakily maneuvered back to the beach. @TheSummerITurnedPretty 233. Those trying very hard to be relatable lines…not being able to find a hair tie when you need one 234. High school being a time to remember for the rest of your life…. 20:04 Gotta make food. Not feeling reading anymore. 20:28 236. IT can be hard bringing up snooping. It's because he lied. Lies suck 238. Feelingly? -basketball hoop heist? @barneystinson 241. WOAH HOW DID I NEVER GET THAT SHE WENT TO CAMILLA'S SCHOOL? I guess...if it's been two years since this came out, and I read the second one reasonably before Camilla told me I could've forgotten. Still. Bad friend move 243. Eek is right. She's trying 246. Woah. That's something KITTY would say. Ruthless That's an interesting take on why it's better to be in a fight rather than passive aggressive pensiveness 247. KITTY THAT IS SO SWEET! No one would've been able to tell Kitty to do that. That's the cutest thing ever 248. Oh, Peter 250. LJ is so endearing 253. That's so cute. Lara Jean liked Kitty's nose earlier 256. They're both understandably petty. 257. Good ol' John Ambrose McClaren 258. I wish we got to see that talk of LJ being the star of that costume...now that I think about it...he always does let her be the star WAIT WHEN ARE THEY GOING TO THE BEACH? DID IT ALREADY HAPPEN?! THERE IS SO LITTLE BOOK LEFT! I was content at the end of PS I still love you. I so will not be content now. I feel like that has less to do with the books than my state of being 259. Wtf you took your grandmother to karaoke and we didn't get to see that? I feel jypped Oh good. Somehow I knew Beach Week hadn't happened yet. Time just jumps sometimes in these books. 20:53 20:10 262. Oh, Lara Jean, so romantic. I wish I was like that 269. Hahaha John Ambrose McClaren is so cute. What a rabbit 270. JHan is totally trying to make him cute too "still holding the carrot" What the BUT? He was going to her school, then she goes to the school he planned to transfer to? They just have weird, but many similarities. It's why he's so cute. Because she's so cute He's genuinely happy for her doing what he couldn't 274. Just don't be too offended when he doesn't eat it because diet. Also, how can you be so skinny, LJ? 276. LJ is very confident...she's a good role model. Good job, Jenny Han 277. She understands a layer of someone who she loves more than life itself be away 278. He really respects her 21:24 21:28 279. I love him. I love his precautions. I love that he literally jumped away when she said wait Have they ever even been half unclothed? 280. He's so reassuring 285. Woah. PETER OH MY GOSH YOU ARE SO RECKLESS AND EVERYTHING ELSE IN TREACHEROUS. YOU STILL HAVE STARS IN YOUR EYES. YOU ARE SO CUTE 289. It's so hard. It truly is. 290. The house feels small. Rather than big. With her feeling so small That's the most younger sister thing I have ever heard. "Margot and I are on the same level, and you're on the level below us because, you're the youngest." Lara Jean is that bridge. Perks of middle child...though I frequently see the oldest and youngest with stronger relationships because they just don't have friction as much 293. That's nice that Margot noticed. I get not telling her. Tia is great, gives wonderful advice...but sometimes I feel like she doesn't completely listen to me when she has made up her mind...or that she talks down to me if she does listen 294. Pigtails? LJ is childish sometimes 299. One drink? Yeah...I can't do that Ah, yes. The drunk slight cop out 302. I mean, all of that does make sense in his perspective. 303. Wow. What a good moment for Margot and Trina to make amends, or start to, right before the wedding 304. I love that this was her first hang over. I realized this whole book I've been nervous she was going to just let loose at some party. This kind of makes sense 305. Why does Kitty know? 308. These children are all so privileged. To think she could get anything she needs...on the spur 309. Yeah....that's the thing about growing up. Nothing will ever be the same 310. Is it normal to only have one or two friends from high school? I guess so... 311. I just had real flashbacks to too much frosting during OL...asking about f it was homemade. I would've made it. I was talked out of it. If everything went how I thought it would and should....I guess I'll never know if I ever could've 316. I read that as ice cream. I was like interesting for a wedding 317. Ahh my heart. Tears actually formed. He was so scared. She gave him the scrapbook or break up... 320. I love how uncertain that is. Jenny Han knows that. "With all the certainty only a teenage boy can have" 321. Wow. I love it. I love him. He's so imperfect. Why only tell us this now? I was just wondering when she got it back 322. AHHH NOW SHE'S LEAVING TO COLLEGE?! I guess...this is already so subtle and contemporary. The only times it shows are little times of conflict. She showed all of the cutesy in the beginning to convince us all of their love...I feel like I need to reread the first one mow..this is so sad That's totally the point. A chapter ending. I wonder if this was sad for Jenny Han 324. The dream. My dream. Marrying my childhood best friend...that's Jack though. He's crazy. He's a star. Tia says he's gay. Wouldn't put it past him. He's amazing, but I just don't think I will ever feel that way. I mean, I totally did kindergarten and fourth grade, but...he's not my best friend anymore... I forgot so much. I should've reread them all before reading this. I remember he got that brooch or something for her from his mom's store...but don't remember everything. 325. Wow. I know I read it earlier. I read it preemptively like a little brat. This was a really good book. It was different...powerful. The other books were cute. I loved them in that way. The one that got away. Josh. They weren't relatable for me. I loved them. Jenny Han plays the being able to love them, but love Peter more extremely well. I have to say, though I always think this after reading something new that I like...5 stars. Maybe 4.85. I love it. It's so cute. It's not 100% relatable, but it is somewhat, and it's great in ways that it's not relatable. Throwback when it was too perfect, and I was unsure about it. Look how far we've come. That was a perfect ending. I love Jenny Han so much. I love it all. The fact that they're still so close...that they can go home on three day weekends...I ache for that...but...it's good for them. It really is. I went to Barnes and noble for the last time today. Well, the last time here. I sneakily took a picture of Jenny's Q and A in the B&N exclusive version. I felt very...wrong doing it. I looked over my shoulder, quickly did it, then quickly put the book back...I am so bad at being bad. It was just the question of what LJ's wedding song with Peter would be and what her wedding song with JAM would be. Wow. Gotta love those initials. At Last was perfect. They are so good for each other...truly soul mates in another life. Well, he probably is transferring to UNC...no. Peter and LJ though. They can do it. Please? I love that this is where it ends. It feels ended. It's such a good place to end it. They still have stars in their eyes. They never really fought. This will be different. 4 hours though...no...like 3.5...that's so reasonable. They can do it. 22:24 22:25 OKAY AHHHHHHH! I went to read the playlist again (for about the fourth or fifth time, I know. I suck) and it ended with Frank Ocean...because, well, sex. Love it. Sneaky. Okay...I think it's really done now...I will make some of the sweets in the back sometimes. Pour one out for LJ and her sweet tooth and her sweet relationships with her family and Peter. 22:26

#2017 #may2017 #Jenny Han #1

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