#I need to get high again and watch the whole thing I think that’d be fun

[bicheetopuff]

Oh when the season ended this way it made me realize something, which can be count as another parallel in a tragic way.

The season ends with Toga dying, and All Might and Midoriya as in danger. All Might and Midoriya's endings are left open and as a cliffhanger. It means the next season will kinda begin with Katsuki showing up and saving/helping All Might and Midoriya. So one narrative is a doomed yuri and the other is the fortunate yaoi moment.

Yeah Bakugou waking up will happen within the second or third episode of the season I’m pretty sure. Maybe even the very end of the first episode if we’re lucky.

I’m gonna have to catch up with season 7 when the last season starts to come out because, I’ll be honest, I haven’t watched any of it since like the first episode

[patronsaintofteachercrushes]

9/3

Hi everyone, bet you didn’t expect to hear from me again, but here I am. My last year of high school starts tomorrow and I felt like coming back and saying some things. Some things that I realized and figured could maybe help some of you out there, things that I desperately wanted (needed) to hear when I had an active teacher crush.

This is a long one so please bear with me, I’m not sure any of it really makes any kind of sense. Sorry for any typos.

Firstly, my boyfriend actually broke up with me three days after I last posted. It took me a very long time to get over it, in fact I think I’m still dealing with it. But I wanted to come back and share my experience now that I finally had a taste of what I’d felt like I was missing out on.

Some context: I met my ex almost a whole year before we started dating. It was the 4th of July 2023, and I was still coming to terms with my friend's attachment to L and the fact that I did not have anyone to crush on. I went to the beach with some friends so we could be young and reckless and watch the fireworks and all that good American fun. And then I met him. He was sweet and just cute enough and let me light the fireworks he bought. And nothing happened. I told my friends I thought he was cute and they all said I should go for it but I never did. Until October 2023 when we went to the same Halloween party. He tried talking to me about his car to impress me but I don’t know anything about cars so it didn’t really work, but I still thought he was cute and I tried being near him all night. Again, nothing happened. But I still thought he was cute and all my friends still kept urging me to go for it. In January 2024, he added me on Snapchat and we snapped here and there but still never talked. In April, for my 17th birthday, I was throwing a party, and I was convinced to invite him. It was a whole thing, he came late and only stayed for an hour and the time that I did spend talking to him he told me to fuck off. So I did just that, and I let him go. I was upset, naturally, but our mutual friend was sure he did actually like me so he kept convincing him to reach back out to me. The following month after my birthday party we talked all day every day and by May 26th, we were dating.

So, I had basically the most normal of normal teenage relationships. I wish I could come back here and tell you all that “you’re not missing much.” But that’d be a lie. It was a wonderful, beautiful thing. I miss that feeling very much, the way I felt then was the only thing even halfway parallel to the complete and total rush I’ve felt with older men. So, yes, it is possible to find your fix in other places even though it’s entirely different than you imagined. We cuddled and kissed and held hands and he showed me off to his friends. All my friends were jealous, just like I’d fantasized about. I could say things like “oh my boyfriend loves that!” And “we.” It was all very nice. There was this one time, on our first date, we were walking around the city and it was late on a Friday night, and I had this feeling like all the other couples we passed could tell this was our first date of many more to come. Like they could somehow see through me and him. I don’t remember much of what we’d talked about that night, but I remember also feeling like he was going to be my boyfriend. It was a feeling I’ve never experienced before. With H, of course I’d hoped that we was deviant enough to try and make something out of us, but with my ex, I knew that we would be something. It’s a very strange feeling to know something to be true like that. Ultimately, I think this was one of the major factors of our breakup, the fact that I knew what I wanted and he didn’t.

I thought things would never get any better than this, that I had finally found my person. The women in my family have always found their forevers when they were 17, and I figured I was following suit just like them. Right after he’d asked to be my boyfriend, we explained to each other that we’d both pretty much accepted the fact that we’d never have a high school relationship. We talked about even despite that, we kept praying for one. To me, this was a vow. On June 26th however, he decided he wanted to break up. Basically claiming that he’s too busy and that a relationship isn’t something he wants or needs right now. Which is bullshit and he and I both know it. I’m not sure I’ll ever know his exact reasoning for doing so, but that’s besides the point.

The point is that I did a lot of self reflection in the 2 months we’ve been broken up. Probably more than I have ever done, even more than my reformed thoughts about H. I realized that I do still love older men. I still crave that kind of attention. I still actively seek it out. But it’s different now. I realized that I love the unattainability. I love when things are so far out of reach that I can only stretch and crane and sniff at the ‘what-if’ of it all. I love the security of knowing that it’s not reciprocated, that it cannot be returned. I realized that there is peace in the one-sidedness, because if it never leaves me then I never have to confront it or share it. I can live and love within it. It never has to be anything I don’t want it to be. I can be in control of it.

It’s scary when I know that on the other side, that person is feeling something towards me, and that feeling is now something I do not have any say or power over. It grows and winds through them like the roads of my hometown, familiar and unfamiliar all at once. Familiar because I’ve lived here all my life. And unfamiliar like I’m driving at night and know anything might happen to me. And that feeling inside someone, there’s no guarantee it’s going to stay or look the same way every day, it changes, and I still have no say.

But when it’s with someone who can never feel the way I do, I know exactly how it’ll play out. And it’s rather enjoyable when I know that only I have the cards. It can last for however long I wish it to, there’s no expiration date or trial period. I know that it will be there at the end of the day. I cannot say the same for anyone else’s feelings.

The breakup was so hard on me because he was living, breathing proof that I was capable of being liked. Being seen that way. And it was ripped away from me. I’d finally gotten a taste just for it to all have been for nothing. I’m willing to admit the older men I’ve involved myself with in the past have not liked me that way, I was mysterious and promiscuous and the promise of trouble that they’ve craved since they came into adulthood. I was a sexual desire. I still am that sexual desire to them. I don’t really mind that, it’s a little unfortunate that they’ve never loved me like I’ve loved them, but at the end of the day they’re my own kind of sexual desire too. He was a real person, a real teenage boy who liked me. He validated to me what I had always known deep down, that there wasn’t something horribly wrong within me and that someone out there would want to be with me. Despite it being so fleeting, I owe much of who I am in this moment to him and that relationship.

Seeing as my “roster” cleared just as we entered summer, I had so much time for all the things I had been neglecting. Suddenly I had interest in things again. I remembered how much I liked things like superhero movies and The Doors. I had time to focus on things that weren’t how he (my ex, H, any other man I’ve ever involved myself with) felt about me. It was incredibly freeing. I became a new person and it felt like without my knowledge either because of how long I’d been ignoring it. It was sweet to discover who I’d become since the last time I didn’t have a crush.

But, I really do enjoy and miss having a crush. I like the obsession, how it bleeds into all aspects of my life. It gives me a sense of purpose that I’ve never really experienced before. I don’t really care if it’s “bad” to experience this great longing for someone or something, it gives me something to do that I feel like is worth the time. How wonderful to love so deeply. Who am I to withhold that ? Why should I turn it off or dial it down ? I think there should be love in everything we do, whether it be blaring hot and heavy or a dull murmur, everything we do should be mirrored by the love we feel.

But my crushes have always felt so distinctly different from one another. Partly because they are, an older man and a boy my age, but they are also still two sides of the same coin. When I’d fantasize about H I’d mostly envision a private affair. Spending the weekend in a secluded cabin in the woods. Cooking a meal together and dancing in the kitchen. Talking into the late hours of the night, fucking. Which is not to say that I didn’t picture myself out in public with them, because I did very much wish to have a relationship with H that I didn’t need to hide from anyone and where he didn’t need to keep me a secret, I’d just always pictured that kind of a relationship as personal and intimate. A relationship where I didn’t need to perform, where I could just be me and he could be him and there wasn’t any need for saving face. But because I felt so private about it, it bubbled into something pervasive. It became a compulsive need. I couldn’t control myself around him like I’m usually able to do. And it festered within me, it grew and grew until I no longer had any room for it at all.

By contrast, with teenage boys, my fantasies have always surrounded the appearance to other people. I have always pictured him shaking hands with my father, about him winning his big game and running to find me in the stands and give me a Hollywood kiss. I fantasize about him asking me to a school dance with flowers and a big poster, about all my friends being jealous when they see us or when I post him on social media. But those feelings, those daydreams, they’re all always born out of that craving of normalcy. Whenever I like a boy my age, it’s because I get some misplaced idea that he might like me and I get so excited by this that I take it and run with it until the rose-colored haze dissipates and I’m left with the realization that I’ve spent so much wasted time liking a boy who can never give me what I really desire. But this time it was real, and I could be open about it. And it fizzled out. When my ex and I would kiss, I would feel these tiny little fireworks erupting in my stomach. Kissing him felt like everything that’s good in this world, like puppies and springtime and warm chocolate chip cookies. I’ve kissed my fair share of people, and never has it felt like that. It always felt rushed and hungry, like they were trying to extract something very vital from inside of me. It always felt hot and heavy, especially the times that I’d been with older men. And that was nothing like that. It was light and airy, sort of experimental.

I used to find myself getting very angry that H got to go home and go on with his life while I spiraled out of control and became consumed with thoughts of him. He’d go home to his girlfriend and I came home to a quiet house and an anonymous tumblr blog. I used to find it so extremely unfair, you know ? How come he got to say and do all these things that a teacher shouldn’t and carry on like normal ? How come I was the only one facing the consequences ? How come he got to do this with all his girls ? How come he got to make me feel so much, things I have no name for, no way of describing, and I’d have to just remain his student through it all ? Sit there and take it like a dog with his tail between his legs. I didn’t understand how he got away with it. I still don’t understand how he doesn’t care, how he genuinely couldn’t care less about me. He’ll come back this year and do this same routine over again with another girl just like me and rinse and repeat until he retires. I would get so angry wondering what I would get in return. But I don’t feel that way anymore. I miss it. I miss that feeling. I miss the rage, the hurt, the indescribable yearning, the highest of highs, and lowest of lows. Everything he made me feel, whether knowingly and purposefully or not, I miss. Now I’m mostly just mad that I never understood what he was begging me to know. I’m mad that I pushed him away at all. I’d say I’m mad I even met him, but that’d be a lie too. I don’t regret knowing him, not even a little bit. I don’t regret what I felt, what he made me feel. Even when I felt disgusted by him I never regretted any of it. All the times I screamed no I really was screaming yes.

And now I’m a senior. And I don’t have any male teachers. I did end up having J as my 1st period, but I’m not exactly happy about it. J is confusing. He’s too innocent. There’s absolutely nothing there besides a genuine love for teaching. And while that’s admirable, I don’t think it will grow into something. I don’t have any other male teachers besides that. So I’m really not sure what I’m going to do. I plan on visiting H, but I doubt it will really hold me over. I think what most of us like so much about teachers specifically is that we see them so frequently and it’s a guarantee most of the time. I won’t have that anymore. So, I’m feeling pretty lost. Which I bet is a reallllll shocker. I swear I am always feel confused and torn.

Anyway, I guess maybe what I’m trying to say with all of this is that maybe we’re not crazy for this. I think many of us are here and experiencing these feelings because we were born tilted towards the ‘what-if’ and I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. I think we’re allowed to feel this way towards others. I think that sometimes this is natural. I mean, I got a taste of what it was like, what we watch everyone around us experience while we remain silent and passive, and I still ended up back here the same as I’ve ever been. So can it really be that wrong ? Is it possible to love someone wrong ? Does any of it really matter in the long run ? That I spent a long time devoting myself to someone despite it not being reciprocated ? How bad can that be ? How can love ever be wrong ? On a basis, I do understand where people are coming from when they make exposés on the teacher crush community, but really, I think they haven’t the faintest fucking clue what this side of tumblr really is.

[wavesmp3]

i know, you know [they just don't have any proof]

mlist | wc. 3.7k | warnings: minor death (it's based off a detective show so), a very american high school experience, terribly woven together plot line

The station is as bustling as it always is, reporters running around and detectives flying in and out the doors. Normally, on slow weeks, Hyunjae would find himself in a corner with Younghoon messing with Eric and taking pleasure in the way it never fails to make you laugh while waiting for Chief Sunwoo to burst out from his office with a new case that needs Mount Pier’s one and only psychic detective. 

But today, unlike the many others Hyunjae’s spent in this office, he goes straight through all the chaos and walks right up to Eric’s desk, a newspaper nested under his arm. He clears his throat in front of the detective’s desk. 

Eric sighs deeply. “What is it, Hyunjae? I’m two months behind on paperwork and therefore, do not have even two seconds for any of your antics.”

“Oh well that won’t be a problem.” Hyunjae replies matter of factly. “This won’t even take one.”

Hyunjae grabs the paper from under his arm and places it on Eric’s desk.

Eric’s jaw locks immediately. “Get this–”

“See if you turn your attention to the big, bolded headline as well as to the rather large, but still flattering picture of Younghoon and I, you will see that our last solved case has actually been covered by the paper, again.” Hyunjae says emphatically. “Of course, we feel terrible that you weren’t also highlighted by the paper despite your tireless efforts to solve the case, but it seems that your methods are simply no match for my,” Hyunjae pauses for a moment, lifting his pointer finger to touch his temple before dramatically saying, “psychic abilities.”

“Hyunjae you better not be pestering Eric.” Sunwoo calls out, before Eric even has the chance to tell Hyunjae off for it. Hyunjae turns around and finds you and Sunwoo watching him gloat. Sunwoo already looks exhausted by the whole situation. You look slightly amused. 

“Oh, don’t worry, chief,” Hyunjae assures, grabbing the paper from Eric's desk, and pointing to a small part of the front cover article. “Younghoon and I gave you a shoutout.”

Sunwoo narrows his eyes at him. Hyunjae shoots him a thumbs up. Sunwoo mutters something under his breath, snatching the paper out of Hyunjae’s hands and heading to his office.

“Hey, I was still–”

“Get back to work detectives. And Hyunjae go back home until I call you with an actual case.”

You shake your head, laughing. Hyunjae ignore Eric’s growl from behind him. 

“So did you come to the office just to gloat or for something else too?”

“Actually,” Hyunjae starts, following you as you walk towards your desk. “I kinda came to see you too.” 

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

“What for?”

“Well…” Hyunjae’s voice trails off as you and him reach your desk. A gift basket filled with snacks and treats and tiny gifts all wrapped up in cellophane. He hears you make a noise between a scoff and a laugh. He decides to call it a laugh. “You like?”

“I mean,” you step towards it, inspecting the basket and turning it around on your desk. “The flowers are nice.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. I wanted to go with the roses, but the clerk said that’d be tacky.”

“Breath mints?” 

“Always come in handy.”

“I suppose.” You finish inspecting the basket, stepping back in line with Hyunjae. He can’t tell what you’re thinking. “So, what’s it for?”

“Oh well, you know how Younghoon’s been planning our high school reunion?”

“Sure. sure. He sure has had a lot to say about the whole thing.”

“I know. Trust me, I told him a million times he needed to cut back on the catering jokes. However, as his best and, most of the time, only friend, I must go, and well,” Hyunjae pauses for a moment, testing the words on his tongue, “I still need a date.”

“Oh.”

Hyunjae stiffens. “Oh?”

“Not, oh oh.” You clarify. “Just.. oh.” As if that clears anything up.

“It’s just as friends. Nothing more.” Hyunjae assures you.

“I mean, I, well..”

“Don’t think. Just say yes.”

“Okay.” There’s a pause. Finally, you shrug, saying, “Yes, okay, yes. Why the hell not?”

Hyunjae erupts into a grin. “Perfect! I’ll meet you there tonight at 7.”

He promptly turns to leave and ignores you, registering what he just said and calling back out, “wait, did you say tonight?”

—

You and Hyunjae find yourselves in his old high school gym that night, which to Younghoon’s credit actually is decorated quite nicely. There’s a disco ball hanging from the center, streamers wrapped around each column, and too many vaguely familiar faces that are nothing more than reminders of a past Hyunjae has no interest in reliving. 

“You guys made it!” Younghoon calls, walking up to where you and Hyunjae are standing. He greets you with a hug and Hyunjae with their super secret handshake. “What do you think?” 

“It’s very nice, Younghoon.” You say. “You did a really great job with the place.” 

Younghoon smirks. “See, Hyunjae, some people know how to appreciate a good effort.” 

Hyunjae waves him off. “Yeah, yeah, good job, but dude can you believe the prom king and queen are actually still together?” 

Younghoon turns to where Hyunjae is looking. At the couple, as old as them but who haven’t changed a bit since Hyunjae last saw them. It’s a little bit freaky really.  

“The prom king’s actually running for the government right now.” Younghoon tells Hyunjae. “Said at first that he wasn’t gonna show tonight, but then changed his RSVP at the last minute.”

“Didn’t he almost get expelled at the end of high school?” Hyunjae questions. 

“No, not him. That other guy did though. What was his name?” 

Hyunjae’s face twists. “Who?” 

“You know, the one. The guy with the bowler hat, and he was always asking for people to sign his petitions.” 

“Stanley!” Hyunjae claps his hands together. “Now that’s someone I’d want to catch up with. Is he here tonight?” 

Younghoon shrugs. “He said he would, but I haven’t seen him yet.” 

“Hey,” your voice comes up from the side, “who’s that?” 

Hyunjae and Younghoon follow your gaze to find Alex standing on the other side of the gym, waving at the three of them. Hyunjae forgets how to breathe. 

“Oh shit.” 

“What? Who is that?”

Under his breath and behind Hyunjae’s back Younghoon explains to you how Hyunjae had a huge crush on Alex in high school and how after two years of pining, he finally asked them out on a date only for nothing to come of it. 

You knit your brows together. “What does that mean?” 

“It means that he never spoke of it again.” Younghoon says with a shrug. “I still have no idea what happened.” 

You step back towards Hyunjae, lighting pushing him forward with your palm on the small of his back. 

He shivers. 

“You should go,” you whisper encouragingly. 

“No, I- I- I can’t. It’s…”

“Don’t think. Just do it.” 

“Are you crazy?” 

“Hyunjae, what’s the worst that could happen?” 

And that’s how Hyunjae found himself standing in front of Alex again after all these years saying, 

“Hi.”

—

Hyunjae and Alex end up walking up and down the halls, reminiscing on shared classes and past senior pranks. Turns out Alex, while they look a bit different, is as crush worthy as they were in high school. They just moved back to Mount Pier after living abroad and are teaching little kids at the school. The two of them end up in the library, sitting between the historical fiction and romance aisles, feeling as young as they did in high school. 

“So.” Alex says. “Can I ask?” 

“Anything.”

Alex’s lips part wordlessly, then close again. They swallow. “Why didn’t you show?” 

Oh. 

“I know that it’s been so long and that it’s silly to even care still, but I’ve just never understood why. I really thought that you… I don't know, I mean we were kids, of course, but I just haven’t…” 

Hyunjae doesn’t say anything, just watches Alex fumble around the question of why the hell Hyunjae stood them up in high school. Finally, he says, “Alex, I-“ but the words get lost in the back of Hyunjae’s throat because while all this is happening, somehow, from the corner of his eyes and outside of the second story window, Hyunjae sees something fall.

The only thing he says is, “holy shit.” 

—

Hyunjae finds you back in the gym, Alex right on his heels. You see them approaching from halfway across the room, eyes widening and quickly swallowing your drink before setting it down, rushing towards them and asking, “What? Oh my god? What’s wrong?”

“Body.” Hyunjae says, breathless and hunched over his knees. He really needs to work on his cardio. “Body. Outside. Back Lawn.”

“A body?” You scoff, slightly. “Here?”

“Oh, great point. Maybe I’m mistaken.” Hyunjae straightens up, hand flying to his temple. “Oh wait. Nope. Still a body. Dead. Very dead. Getting more dead as we speak.”

“Okay. Okay. Sorry.” You relent. 

“You think I’d joke about something like that?”

“No.” You offer half-heartedly. “No. Not Joke. But just maybe misidentified or–”

Hyunjae shakes his head. “Eric’s gotten to you, hasn’t it?”

“Guys!” Alex whisper-shouts from beside them. They motion to the exit. “Shouldn’t we…”

“Oh right.”

The three of them run to the door and towards the back lawn where a dead body awaits. 

—

To Hyunjae’s dismay, when the three of them reach the back lawn where Hyunjae is sure the body must have dropped, nothing is there.

You turn towards him, body hunched in a mess of disappointment and defeat. “Hyunjae, are you sure you saw something?”

Hyunjae barely registers the question, eyes zipping back and forth from the empty lawn to the second-story library window. “It should be right here.” He mutters to himself.

“Maybe it wasn’t a body. Maybe it was a leaf or a squirrel.”

He faces you and Alex, lips tipped downwards and brows knitted together. “It was a body.” Turning back to the empty grass, he quietly says, “I saw it. I’m sure”

You sigh. “I believe you Hyunjae. I always do, but, you know what they say,” Hyunjae feels you place a hand on his shoulder, “no body, no crime.”

Hyunjae only shakes his head. Behind him he hears you introduce yourself to Alex followed by the sounds of both of your steps retreating back to the gym. 

Hyunjae stares at the ground.

He stares and stares and stares and stares until…

There, off to the side of the grass spot he’s been staring at, the faintest hint of a footstep.

He runs off to find Younghoon. 

—

“Look, right there.” Hyunjae tells Younghoon, pointing at the pressed spot of grass with mud. “Now, self proclaimed shoe expert–”

“I swear to god, Hyunjae. If you dragged me out here only to mock me, I’ll kill you.”

“–What kind of shoe would that be?”

Younghoon pauses for a second, peering down towards the grass. He walks closer to it and stares at for a very very very long time. 

“Come on man, please tell me you know.”

When Younghoon does look back up, his face looks as horrified as it did when Hyunjae told him he wanted to start a psychic detective business. 

“What? What do you think? Talk to me?”

The only thing he says, wearily stepping away from the spot, is, “you sure you saw a body fall?”

“Yes, Younghoon,” Hyunjae huffs, tired of defending himself over and over again. “I’m sure.”

Younghoon gulps. “There’s only one person here wearing the kind of shoe that could make a mark like that.”

Hyunjae is floored, mouth dropping open instantly and patting Younghoon’s shoulder. “Who?”

“The prom king.”

—

Hyunjae and Younghoon all but sprint back to the gym to find you. 

To Hyunjae’s surprise, you’re still talking to Alex. 

“We know who did it.” Younghoon whispers as soon as he’s close enough to do so without drawing any suspicion. Hyunjae breathlessly just watches you and Alex, conversing casually over two drinks, stunned at his past and his present converging like… this. 

You shake your head slightly. “No, not you too Younghoon.”

“The prom king.” Younghoon hisses, eyes not so slickly casting over to where he stands with his wife. He laughs loudly and take a long sip of his drink.

“You’re kidding, right?” Alex says with a laugh.

And even Hyunjae has to admit, it does sound kind of far fetched. 

“The shoes don’t lie, Alex.” Younghoon defends adamantly. 

“Okay, okay,” you start, setting down your drink and waving your hands downwards. “Say, he did commit a murder tonight.”

“Because he did.” Hyunjae says.

“Who was actually murdered?” You ask blankly, mouth forming a fine line. 

Hyunjae and Younghoon just look at each other. 

“Well…”

“I mean…”

“Uh-huh.” You cross your arms, looking at the two of them with an all too familiar disappointment. “That’s what I thought. In fact, what was it a specifically said earlier–”

“No body, no crime.” Hyunjae says defeatedly. 

“No body, no crime.” You repeat. “Now, if you find a body, then come find me, but until then,” you pick your drink back up, “I think I will enjoy this party.”

You walk away from Hyunjae, Younghoon, and Alex, while Hyunjae mutters, “at least, someone’s having fun.”

Alex lets out a breathy laugh, and Younghoon whips to face them, asking demandingly, “Who isn’t having fun?”

“Will you focus? Someone has died.”

“I am focused, Hyunjae. Focused on the event on hand.” He lifts his chin up slightly, matter-of-factly adding, “You’re on your own.”

With that, he saunters off.

“Well, what are you going to do?” Alex asks. 

Hyunjae inhales sharply, pushing a hand through his hair. “I just lost my partner in crime, so, no clue.”

Alex nods slowly, swirling around the straw in their drink. “Wanna escape to the library again?”

Hyunjae smiles, “Yeah, sure.”

—

At the library, Alex pulls out the yearbook from their senior year, flipping through the pages. 

“Oh my god,” they exclaim, “what happened to your hair this year?”

Hyunjae flips to the next page immediately. “Yup, yeah. That happened, let’s move on.”

They flip through the pages blindly, laughing at bad haircuts and worse fashion. Until a picture comes up of the prom king, prom queen, and bowler hat dude.”

“His name is Stanley.” Alex reminds him.

“Right, right,” Hyunjae mumbles, scrunching his nose, “I didn’t know they were all friends.”

“Yeah, they were.” Alex confirms. “I wonder if they still are.” They say, before flipping to the next page. 

“You know what’s weird.” Hyunjae says suddenly, book forgotten and eyes trained on the window he’s sure he saw a body fall outside of. “Stanley RSVP’d yes to this thing.”

Alex shrugs, still flipping through the book. “Guess he didn’t show.”

“Doesn’t that seem weird to you?”

Alex looks up at Hyunjae finally, looking a bit lost. “People don’t show to things like this all the time, Hyunjae.”

“Yeah but Stanley?” Hyunjae sits up slightly. “He never missed a single school event. Look,” Hyunjae grabs the yearbook and flips through the pages, pausing at the pages with events pointing at the inevitable picture of Stanley with his bowler hat. “Prom. Homecoming. Every football game. Every bake sale.”

Slowly, as they put all the pieces flying through Hyunjae’s mind, Alex says, “Stanley went to everything.”

“And yet–”

“He missed this.” Alex gulps. “Are you saying that Stanely was…”

Hyunjae thinks back to the last time he was in this library. He tries to remember what he saw outside of the window. Anything that could confirm it was Stanley’s body. His hat. His face. Anything. 

But without any proof other than sole belief, he tells Alex. “Stanley was murdered.”

—

Hyunjae calls Eric immediately, praying he’s still at the detective's office. 

“What do you want?” Eric answers harshly. 

“I need you to run a couple names for me.”

“No.” He says flatly. “Goodbye.”

“No, no, wait a second! Wait!” Hyunjae stammers. To his surprise, Eric does.

“What? Is there another law you want me to break tonight?” Eric scoffs. 

“No, just the one, and the fact that you owe me.”

Hyunjae can practically hear Eric’s eyes roll. “No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you–”

Alex clears their throat. “Get to the point.”

“Look, remember last week,” Hyunjae starts, “the ping pong tournament. You bet I couldn’t beat you, and I did. Three times. I’m cashing in that win right now.”

Eric doesn’t say anything for a minute. A small grumble followed by a quiet, “damnit,” then a, “fine, what are the names?”

Hyunjae gives him the prom king’s and Stanley’s name. 

After a couple of loud clicks, Eric says, “not much on the first guy other than some speeding tickets, but the second guy–”

“Stanley.”

“Yea, him. Looks like he got charged with stealing a yacht in his last year of high school, was nearly expelled from school, and ended up having to serve a tiny bit of jail time. And hey, that other guy’s name you gave me, looks like he was there that night too.”

“I thought you said there was nothing on him.”

“There isn’t. Looks like he got off completely.”

—

“What does this mean?” Alex asks Hyunjae, following him as he travels through the halls of their old school.

“I’m not sure, but it’s got to mean something, right? I mean how could Stanley get charged with the whole thing and the jock get off with nothing. It’s weird, but it doesn’t tell us anything about why the prom king would have killed Stanley tonight when apparently they were once friends.”

“Especially, when you look at Jack’s life after high school.”

“Jack?”

Alex looks at him dumbfounded. “That’s his name.”

Hyunjae purses his lips, still confused. 

Scoffing, Alex clarifies, “The prom king. He went on to play sports with a full scholarship. What could he possibly have against Stanley? If anything, it’s Stanley who should have wanted to kill Jack.”

Hyunjae stops in his tracks. “That’s it.”

Alex raises their brows. “What is?”

“Jack didn’t want to kill Stanley. Stanley wanted to confront Jack. That’s why Jack changed his RSVP at the last minute. He didn’t come for some reunion. He came to silence Stanley knowing it’d ruin his chances to win the election.”

“Holy shit.” Alex gasps. “Do you really think that’s what happened?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“If we can find a body.”

—

It’s Alex who suggests the locker room. They run to the room, checking every locker, until Hyunjae opens one up and finds what he feared. 

A body bag. And a bowler hat. 

He pulls out his phone, and dials the first person that comes to mind.

“Hyunjae,” you answer his call, “where’d you go?”

Swallowing, Hyunjae says, “Remember how you said to call you if we found a body?”

—

Once Eric arrives, everything happens pretty quickly. Stanley’s body is taken away, and Jack confesses almost immediately. 

Younghoon’s reunion however, is cut off prematurely, which Younghoon doesn’t hesitate to blame Hyunjae for. 

“Look at it this way,” Hyunjae tells him, “at least everyone will leave with a story.”

Younghoon shakes his head grimly. “I’m not talking to you.” And walks away.

Alex taps his arm lightly, grimacing at Younghoon’s exit. “Is he gonna be okay?”

Hyunjae waves his hand. “Oh, he’ll be fine. I’ll buy him some shoes, and he’ll forget about this whole night immediately.”

“Well,” Alex begins, rocking on their heels slightly, “you’re definitely right about this being a memorable night. I never expected to help solve a murder when I got dressed for this.”

“You have a real knack for it, if you ever want to become a detective.”

Alex makes a noise. “No, thanks. I’ll stick to teaching.”

“And just like that, another killer gets off free.”

“But really, Hyunjae,” Alex says seriously, stepping closer to him, “I had fun tonight. Would you maybe want to, I don’t know, do it again some time?”

Hyunjae suddenly feels 16 again, watching Alex stand alone on the pier, waiting for him to appear. How does it somehow feel like nothing has changed?

“I didn’t stand you up that day.”

Alex’s head juts out a bit, registering what Hyunjae is talking about and asking, “you didn’t?”

“No, I didn’t. It was a little bit cloudy and windy. So not ideal weather for a date at the pier, but forgive me, I had not yet discovered the wonders of checking the weather yet. You were wearing that one yellow band T-shirt with the little saxophones on it. You had on that baseball cap too, that was black and green. And you kept looking around the pier— for me probably, but I just didn’t…

“I showed up at the pier two hours early. When you got there, you didn’t see me at first. And, I don’t know, I just felt so stupid and nervous, so I left. I regret that moment so much. More than you know. I hate that I hurt you. And I know how different everything could be right now if I had just walked up to you that day and said hi, but…” Hyunjae’s eyes catch you that moment, talking to Eric across the gym. You catch his gaze, giving him a small smile and a thumbs up. “If I’m being really honest, Alex, I don’t think I want anything to be different.”

“I can see why.” Is all Alex says. Hyunjae sees them looking at you too.

Sheepishly he tells them he’s sorry.

“Don’t be.” Alex waves off. “I’ll see you around maybe.”

“Yeah,” he nods, “I’ll see you around.”

Hyunjae watches them walk off.

“Fine,” Younghoon huffs, appearing next to him. “People love the drama, but you still owe me for this.”

“I told you they would.”

“I want shoes.”

Hyunjae laughs. “I’m one step ahead of you.”

He gives you one last look, and then walks out of the gym with Younghoon.

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 15 - Painful RE:bake | Episode 5 - RE:baking

Banri: When you’re done stretchin’, everyone gather up.

Taichi: Okay!

Azami: Are we finally doin’ a readthrough?

Banri: (Everyone’s got sticky notes ‘n folds in their scripts. Guess they’ve all read ‘em. I’m sure it couldn’t hurt doin’ a readthrough now, but…)

Banri: (...Not yet.)

Banri: Thanks to Tsuzuru, we’ve got a lotta extra time before openin’ day of our performance.

Banri: I’m guessin’ he was prolly concerned about me ‘n Hyodo havin’ our guest performance scheduled with Hyakka Troupe, so he sped things up a bit.

Banri: Actually, we’re gonna hafta get through a lot durin’ our rehearsals and performance period.

Banri: So I thought for today it’d be a good idea to start by doin’ a readthrough of the script ‘n then start preparin’ the blockin’ ‘n for actual rehearsals right away.

Banri: …But we ain’t gonna do that this time.

Taichi: Huh?

Juza: Whaddaya mean?

Banri: Spring ‘n Summer Troupe connected things for us to the third quarter ‘n we’ve gotta improve our rankin’ no matter what.

Banri: It’s prolly gonna be tougher than ever to move up in the ranks now that we’re in the harsher upper ranks.

Banri: But regardless of the rankings, we wanna make the sequel of our debut performance as successful as Spring ‘n Summer Troupe’s performances were ‘n give everyone the best performance possible, ‘cause it’s somethin’ that important to us.

Banri: As the third outta every troupe’s performance, the absolute most important role of Autumn Troupe is-- It’s to create a performance with surpassin’ the two troupes that came before us.

Banri: And to make Winter Troupe wanna “surpass” us next.

Banri: If I’m bein’ honest, I think the quality of the recent Autumn Troupe performances has been pretty consistent.

Banri: After gainin’ experience as a director, I’ve been able to watch the performances of lotsa different Amabi troupes objectively ‘n they all seem to be on a high enough level.

Banri: …But are we… really just about stability?

Juza: --.

Banri: All of our performances up until our tenth have been pretty damn good.

Banri: But I was thinkin’ about how for our eleventh, we’re gonna be returnin’ to Picaresque.

Banri: I wanna destroy that stability and take it as a chance to become a whole new Autumn Troupe.

Banri: Both Spring ‘n Summer Troupe have evolved one step further with the individual growth of each of their troupe members.

Banri: There’s gotta be somethin’ that each of us in Autumn Troupe can hammer in like that too this time.

Banri: …Otherwise, that’d mean that our limit is here.

Juza: Ain’t no way.

Azami: Our limit ain’t here.

Taichi: Yeah! Spring and Summer Troupe weren’t satisfied with where they were so they grew! So Autumn Troupe’s gotta be able to do the same!

Sakyo: Yeah, we can’t stop if we want to be able to connect with Winter Troupe.

Omi: We have to move forward, even if that means we need to do what Autumn Troupe does best and kick down a few walls.

Banri: Exactly. That’s why I want each of us to challenge ourselves to prove that this ain’t our limit.

Banri: To break outta our shells. That’s the kinda challenge that leads to formative experiences like our “portraits”--.

Banri: Just like durin’ our debut ‘n during UNDEAD with Azami. We as Autumn Troupe definitely have some kinda burnin’ initial impulse.

Banri: Each of us hit some kinda wall and crawled our way forward… even if the pain was unbearable.

Banri: But it changed all of us ‘n it helped us make the show the best the best we possibly could make it.

Banri: So let’s each go through some kinda painful experiences that’ll lead us to an evolution that’ll make us feel like the pain was just some kinda growin’ pain.

Banri: No one in Autumn Troupe is gonna fall behind. We’ve all gotta get over things ‘n get ‘em done all the same.

Banri: You guys need to temper yourselves again. In order to take back that urge that burns with passion.

Banri: …That said, Hyodo and I have already decided on what we’re gonna take on as a challenge. Sorry to be kinda unfair to the rest of ya.

Juza: …The Hyakka Troupe guest performance, huh?

Banri: We’ll definitely bring back somethin’ big ‘n grow enough to spread it to MANKAI Company so we can improve our rankin’.

Juza: We’re gonna break outta our shells for sure.

Sakyo: Obviously. Don’t forget that you’re carryin’ our troupe’s name on your backs.

Azami: Guess that means we’ve gotta challenge that too.

Omi: Right…

Taichi: --.

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Girlish Whimsy - Chapter 2

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Asuka has her eyes on the prize as soon as she steps foot on Ouran High School grounds. Her goal? Impress her father enough to convince him to let her remain as heir to the company instead of handing the title down to her younger brother. She knows going to school at Ouran will be one big chess game, especially coming in late at her second year- but she's up for any challenge.

Asuka finds herself intrigued by the Host club and the inner workings of it. More than that, she sees untapped opportunities to grow her resume. Now all she needs is a partner on the inside who's equally as motivated, and he was easier to find than she thought.

Okay, any bystander to that interaction might’ve doubted that Asuka and Mayu were friends. Truly, they were quite close. Asuka admired Mayu’s tenacious personality. While Asuka found herself to be more of an ambivert, Mayu was an extrovert through and through. She had such a wonderful way of making friends everywhere she went– Asuka had learned very quickly on the first day that she was close with most everyone in their class. To be honest, she worried about dragging her friend down. 

“Don’t lag behind.” Mayu scolded.

“I hardly think I’m lagging.” Asuka rolled her eyes, “I think you need to slow down.” 

And calm down. She thought to herself. Mayu waited impatiently for her to catch up, arms crossed over her chest. Asuka found herself craving pockets to shove her hands into. Instead she focused on carrying her bag on one shoulder and her notebook in the opposite hand. 

After a climb up a monstrous set of stairs and a sharp turn, the pair found themselves outside of Music Room 3. Realizing she’d been staring at the sign for a moment too long, Asuka turned incredulously to Mayu.

“You rushed over here to stand outside the door the whole time?”

“No!” Mayu snapped back, “Just let me compose myself, will you?” 

Asuka sighed and shifted her bag. After a few more moments of weird silence she heartily placed a hand on Mayu’s back.

“It’s for your own good, okay?”

“What are you-?!”

With a hefty shove, Asuka sent Mayu stumbling into Music Room 3’s doors, which promptly opened at the sudden force. Luckily, the ornate things were too heavy to open with any sort of crash or bang, so Mayu just ended up stumbling into the lively, tiled room with Asuka at her heels. 

Music Room 3 was already bustling with activities. Asuka wasn’t quite sure what the exact ratio of women to men in this room was, but she was certain it was disproportionate. It was with relief that Asuka noticed some women sat by themselves at tables sipping tea and eating snacks– others huddled together talking to the men in different sections of the room. 

“Can I help you ladies?” 

Asuka and Mayu turned simultaneously to greet the man that spoke to them. Tall, dark hair, glasses, familiar somehow. Asuka squinted briefly before recalling how that might be rude and relaxing her face again. She’d get to the bottom of it later. For now, she clapped a hand on nervous Mayu’s shoulder and moved her to stand in front of her. The man watched the interaction closely and smiled (was it strained? Maybe she imagined it.) 

“I could give you a tour if you’d like.” He offered. 

“That’d be great.” Mayu seemed to light up at the prospect of having everything explained.

“Those women-” Asuka interrupted before the two started moving, “They’re just sitting here, right?”

“Correct.” 

“Then can I…?” Asuka gestured vaguely over to the tables.

“Of course.”

“Asuka…” Mayu shot her friend a sad look.

“You’ll be fine. Be glad I'm staying at all.” She rebuked, nudging her friend before leaving, she reached and gently took her school bag off her shoulder with a smile.

She placed both bags on the floor once she arrived at a table, seating herself and pulling out her notebook. She figured that Mayu wouldn’t spend too long being upset with her. She’d hopefully enjoy herself enough to forget Asuka’s transgressions. And then maybe never invite her to come again. That might be wishful thinking, Asuka wasn’t sure yet.

Recognize:

Asuka wrote this simple caption in her notebook before resting her chin on her hand and looking up.

Many Ouran students milled about the room, surely some here were of note to her. Not to mention the hosts themselves. Amongst the girls sitting at the tables like her, she made out one recognizable face– the daughter of a model– and a few more faces that seemed familiar that she couldn’t put names to.

Yuka Chibana, Model’s Daughter

Girl 1, dark brown hair, bob, brown eyes, round face

Girl 2, long blonde hair, blue eyes, heart face

Asuka tapped her pen on her bottom lip. She could look into these later. When she looked back up she jumped, the man from before stood in front of her. She tried to close the notebook as normally as possible, but figured it was still quick and suspicious. 

“It’s not very polite to profile our guests, you know.” He smiled, but there was certainly something venomous about it.

“I’m new. Just trying to remember classmates' names.” She lied. Of course, at least one of these girls had to be in her class, but she couldn’t recall. She knew Yuka was a third year, not a second year like her. 

Regardless he seemed to accept this answer– whether he believed her or was choosing to let it go was unknown, but his eyes flitted down to the table.

“May I sit?” 

She slid her notebook into her lap and sat back, brows furrowing. 

“...Sure.” 

And so he did. 

“You said you were new? Are you a first year student?” 

“No, second. I transferred in.” 

They were silent for a moment. It felt like they were testing each other, in a way. Asuka could tell he was holding back, and she certainly wasn’t about to blab about her life to this stranger. Likewise, he was trying to figure out how to get her to talk. Getting information from the women here was typically very easy, they came because they wanted to talk. This one, however, came because her friend dragged her along. Clearly, he had interrupted something different in her case. 

“I’m Kyouya Ootori.” He introduced.

Ootori. That's why he seemed familiar.

“Have we met? You seem to recognize me.” He smiled– again, thin. Fake.

“No. I figured you were familiar somehow. I must’ve seen your picture around.” Asuka responded, “I’m Asuka Kaneko.” 

“Of Kaneko Jewels?”

“Correct.” 

“I see.” He leaned back in his chair, “I’m surprised you haven’t been here the whole time.” Could it have anything to do with your brother?

“My father wanted to transfer me to the same school he went to.” I’m forced to be here.

He ‘hmm’d quietly in response, looking away. She followed his gaze- Mayu sat on a couch across from a pair of twins with a few other girls. They seemed to be having a good time. Whatever it was they were doing, it was dramatic. The girls laughed and swooned and egged it on. This entire place seemed to be an elaborate woman’s paradise. Actually, the more she thought about it–

“Would you care for some tea?” 

When Asuka looked back, Kyouya’s piercing stare had already returned to her.

“How much would it cost?” 

He smiled– no, this one was more of a grin. Surprisingly mischievous for someone who presented themselves as he did. It would seem she had momentarily passed his test. This entire operation was a clever business scheme in disguise. She was sure there was more to it than that, but for now– this was what she had come up with. 

“Seeing as you were kind enough to accompany your friend, it’s on the house today.” Kyouya stood and pushed in his chair, “Hopefully we’ll meet again.” 

Now it was her turn not to reply, she ‘hmm’d and shrugged, placing her notebook back on the table as he walked away. God, these private schools were just regency England- weren’t they? 

[skye-huntress]

I’m in Love with the Villainess Reaction

I am a little behind on actually writing these reactions, however I have been watching these episodes multiple times since they aired. This series is a favourite of mine, and I have read the novels and keep up to date with the manga. As you can imagine, I’m thrilled to see this anime, especially with a same day English dub, though the lack of text translations is still annoying. I’m curious to see how far along they get. It’d be great to see to the end of the second novel, that’d tell at least a somewhat complete story, but depending on the pacing, we’d probably need two cours for that.

Episode 1

Spent the first 30 seconds explaining the basic premise of the whole show, and zero ambiguity as to the protagonist’s sexuality or love interest.

The exact nature of what happened to Rae, and why, isn’t explained until much, much later, and it’s irrelevant to current plot, so don’t worry about it too much. All you need to know is that Rae reincarnated, and gained memories of her past life from the supposed starting point of her game, i.e. when she met Claire for the first time.

As for the whole age thing, again, it’s best not to overthink it. Personally, I find it easy to forget that Rae has memories of being an adult since she rarely acts like it. Physically, she is a teenager again, from her brain to her hormones, so it’s no wonder that 99% of the time she acts like her physical age instead of her mental one.

In many romances, the protagonists may often go most of the length of the story without revealing their feelings to those they are in love with. Rae is not one of those protagonists.

So yes, the bullying. For a supposed villainess, Claire’s bullying tactics are relatively underwhelming. Not surprised I saw someone questioned what makes her a “villainess”, but this is just the start of the story.

As for Rae, I wouldn’t say she is a masochist, more that she enjoys receiving the attention from Claire specifically. It certainly helps she knows all of Claire’s motivations and self-imposed restrictions. Plus, so long as she makes sure Claire hates her, she won’t ignore her.

One last thing I wanted to note, it’s never explicitly stated, but I’ve always suspected that part of the reason Rae responds to Claire’s “bullying” with more teasing is also a cover for Claire’s intended actions. Outsiders don’t see a bully and a victim, they see two seemingly close classmates playing some kind of weird game.

When I first read the manga, it was the first time I’d seen the flower thing and it was a long time before I learned what that was supposed to be. Apparently, it’s from a practice of placing flowers on the desk of students whom have passed away. It’s also a way of bullying the living. Probably the most inappropriate, disgraceful thing Claire does in this entire series, but naturally, Rae found a way to spin it into a gesture of kindness.

“Strange that you’d think I’d have anything to say to you.” Continues to talk to her because we all know she can’t help herself.

Ah yes, the boys still exist, even though no one is interested.

When Rae said they should go apologise to Thane, I think that was the first time she dropped the class clown act in front of Claire. Most of the time, she does these kind of silly voices, but then she’ll speak normally when she’s being completely sincere.

Valid question, why are there tests at the start of the school year? It seems especially mean to the commoners transferring in who aren’t familiar with most of the material.

According to the novel, Claire would often give these challenges to the protagonist, but despite the high stakes, the player doesn’t get anything for overcoming said challenges. Well, now Rae can set her own terms and actually make it worth her time.

“Are you trying to provoke me, Rae Taylor?” You should know, she’s throwing your own words right back at you.

“The funny thing is, I know you’re playing me…”

The fact that commoners have to take the etiquette exam with only a week of prep is just so wrong.

Rae really lost points for being a useless lesbian.

In the manga, they gave Claire an “Ultra High” (Exceptional) affinity for fire, but that might have just been a mistake, since both the novels and now the anime state her aptitude is only High. From what I can tell, it just means that she can’t use the highest tier of fire spells, but she’s still far more powerful than most magic users.

Since the dub didn’t come with text translations I can’t really read the test results, but I can easily look them up in the manga or novels.

Thane was in a bad mood before because he apparently “didn’t do so well” on the written test, yet he still ended up in the top ten. If you’re not comparing him to his siblings, his score is pretty damn good.

Rae claims to know the game better than the people who made it, and yet she still got two questions wrong. Thinking about it now, this could potentially be an early warning sign that Rae’s knowledge might be lacking in some aspects, or maybe she just made a careless mistake or two. Either explanation is possible.

As for the etiquette exam, for all Claire’s gloating, Rae still placed considerably high for a commoner without any etiquette training. She might have even beaten some lower ranked nobles with a score like that.

You can tell that Rae’s not worried at all when her only thoughts are on Claire’s cuteness.

Then there’s Misha, who should be out of practice but still placed 8th. Probably because she is such a reserved and collected person.

Finally the magic test, the only one Thane beats his siblings on, though only by a small margin.

Misha gets a nearly perfect score, which I think is partly thanks to having an Exceptional affinity.

Claire also placed exceptionally high. Not so many nobles are so blessed with magic, hence the transfers like Misha and Rae. Her high scores in each exam should have guaranteed her the win after Rae’s lacking performance on the second test, but well…

Then there’s Rae who basically broke the magic exam and came in first even despite intentionally flubbing the magic tools portion. Yep, this challenge really was rigged from the start, but it wasn’t in Claire’s favour like she thought it would be.

And that’s where we end it for the first episode.

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Love Live! Sunshine!! Season 2: EP 9-13 Watchthrough

#9: "Awaken the Power"

Hell of a performance, one of the best in Sunshine so far.

ultimately, ruby's little arc here didn't really add any depth to her. and for all of her growing independent from her sister, it's ironic that their performance (i'm guessing partly metaphorical) still had to include their sisters and the other girls singing and dancing too.

ultimately, ruby's little arc here didn't really add any depth to her. and for all of her growing independent from her sister, it's ironic that their performance (i'm guessing partly metaphorical) still had to include their sisters and the other girls singing and dancing too.

speaking of that trio, look at how their colors match.

#10: "Finding a Way to Shine"

god, sunshine is BACK in full force after a slightly middling stretch. this is how you fucking do it.

Hell yeah, stand your ground, girl. Get that dough.

In the next Love Live entry, I'd want a girl a bit like Leah. Reclusive, a bit abrasive, a bit antisocial. You know, someone with a bit more of a bitter quality to them. I think that'd be a fun dynamic to add to the mix.

also, good on sunshine for actively using saint snow outside of being rivals.

three girlfriends. watching the sunset. really close to each other cause they are gay.

where are they even? i dunno, but it's pretty.

dia's pretty hairpins

I think one of the crazy good things (so many to choose from) about K-On (mainly S2+movie) is that it never really indulges in its own sappyness except like that one big episode and maybe the ending. It's otherwise almost never that sad. Sunshine managed to achieve that here.

Love Live, historically, (aka, imo) indulges far too much in its own melodrama, which completely butchered the original love live s2 ending for me, but they really achieved it here, and it reminded me of k-on. getting emotion out of you without getting too into it.

obviously, k-on isn't the only show that does it, but since sunshine, and love live overall, is very similar to k-on as a whole, the comparison is what naturally popped into my head. maybe unnecessary, but hey, that's what you get with me.

#11: "Uranohoshi Girls' High School"

i'm gonna miss these girls a lot

i didn't need these two holding hands tho. and no it's not just because i'm possessive about my ships, but i genuinely think that from a corporate perspective they're trying to give moments for everyone's OTPs and i'd rather they commit for the characters rather than the audience

hat said, besides that one moment, sunshine is doing a remarkably better job at ending things. original s2 ending felt so overdone and was such an obvious set up for the movie that they had to milk after the series became such a big hit, but this feels respectful.

i loved how we checked in on every character. Dia's fangirling, Ruby being a bit more courageous, Kanan and You entertaining the kids, Hanamaru trashing Yohane but still helping her indulge in her make believe, Mari being a bit more openly vulnerable than usual, etc.

i think one of the great things about Sunshine, compared to the original series, isn't just that them not being able to save the school is a more mature way of exploring the impermanence theme, but we also actually know just how much this school meant to the community here.

luckily we're getting a fantasy spin-off, so i'm seeing these girls shortly again in one way or another, but it still won't be the same once i finish it tomorrow.

#12: "Sea of Light"

what do you know, turns out sunshine manages to avoid over-indulging itself in its own pathos unlike the original series. i've had some quibbles with season 2 of sunshine, but it's ending things remarkably well.

i really feel the need to stress how SO MUCH of the reason the impending ending works so much better here is because of Chika and her struggles. Honoka felt like a caricature in comparison, it's insane how good Chika has done the narrative here.

instead of all the crying and songs, we get a melancholic but not overbearing penultimate episode. hopefully the actual finale keeps that up as well. i have reason to think so, but the s1 finale didn't quite frankly.

#13: "Our Own Shine"

aww, we get to see all the outfits they've ever worn for each of their concerts and their respective locations for the final performance.

the song very much reminds me of the final song from the original love live movie, and both are coincidentally my favourite songs from each respective series. altho it makes me curious what the sunshine movie has in store.

happy for her

and ofc they performed the opening at love live. it was such a cool twist in the original series that i don't mind that they reuse it.

oh my god they confirmed my poly headcanon. chika has confessed to riko and vice versa, you has confessed to chika and vice versa, and now you and riko have confessed to each other. wish we got more of this this season.

i mean, that was just a great finale, i thought.

lots of great callbacks, like yohane falling out of the tree. lots of small emotional moments like the grafitti, our first years closing their club room door together, all of them closing the school gate together, chika walking through the abandoned building hearing the past

it didn't feel right to take the movie directly afterwards so i'm gonna do that tomorrow, but safe to say that the staff seems to have learned from the original series where they put in like three performances after each other, lots of crying, and then a cliffhanger for the movie

sunshine's movie will basically just be a victory lap for the series, spending some fun time with the characters again, and honestly i can do with that instead of more pathos cause i think we did everything we could here and i'm happy. keep the low-key tone going.

Overall Thoughts:

Love Live Sunshine!! Season 2 was really good. The comedy is very sharp and the cast as delightful as ever. I think this season wasn't as supremely structured as S1, plus some subplots and cross-ship contamination were less to my liking, but no major drawbacks. Ended well.

[edgy-ella]

Played a little more today, got through White Acropolis, Crisis City, Flame’s Core, and the first Iblis fight. I don’t really have any more deep analysis on the game as a whole to add yet, but I will share a few things:

Overall I think I didn’t end up psyching myself up with this game’s jank difficulty because I used to watch the old Game Grumps playthrough of 06 religiously when I was younger. Arin is infamously bad at playing 3D Sonic games, so as a fairly decent Sonic player, it’s bad but also not unfathomably difficult unless you’re going for S ranks and medals.

That being said, FUCK CRISIS CITY. And Flame’s Core. But mostly Crisis City. Specifically the Mach speed section of Crisis City. Once again, it’s not super difficult—I died three times on it, but managed to make it through on my last life before getting a game over. The thin highway you’re running on is so claustrophobic, and all the rubble constantly flying at you turns it from awkward to nerve-wracking. If you had better midair control it wouldn’t have been as much of an issue.

The one thing I can’t defend in this section, however, is the camera (BIG SURPRISE). Usually the camera during Mach speed sections is locked behind you at all times, which is perfect for a precise, high speed chase. Not in Crisis City though! Occasionally, the camera will flip in front of Sonic, which also inverts your controls. Even if Sonic had better control, this kind of thing absolutely does not work in sections of the game where the smallest error can lead to your death. The Mach speed sections demand perfection from the player, which can be thrilling in theory, but disorienting the player in this way does not make for good game design.

Flame’s Core was way too long and repetitive. Many sections of the level feel like they repeat itself without offering anything new for the player. My final time was twelve minutes, and I still got a B rank.

The light puzzle with Knuckles was bullshit. The timing is way too strict, so I ended up skipping it entirely by clipping through the ceiling. I ended up beating the level as him, too. Honestly I probably should’ve just continued on as Sonic because Knuckles somehow feels even worse to control, but whatever.

Oh and I ended up getting stuck on the stalactites as Knuckles and triggering the famous “WHAT IS THIS” glitch. Was very exciting

The first Iblis fight also felt poorly designed. Like yeah, it’s a classic “bait the boss then hit it” deal, but it takes waaaaay longer than it needs to because the platforms you need to reach the glowy orbs arbitrarily vanish between hits. That’d be fine if you had more to do between hits, but you really don’t.

Getting past the Crisis City felt like a landmark given how infamous that Mach speed section is. Once again, I feel like I’m getting through the game relatively smoothly. Maybe it’s just because I’ve been playing it in a group environment with friends there to support me? I could see this turning into a rage game in the right (or I guess wrong) environment. But so far, so good.

Story still sucks lmao. The cutscenes are even more jarring ingame because the levels don’t transition into them at all.

A new era begins!

(It’s hard to hear, but Sebastian said “criiiiinge,” which is why I told him to shut up)

I’ve wanted to play Sonic 06 for a long time. Not because it’s good, obviously—this is one of the most infamous video games of all time, perhaps the most to come out of the new millennia. No, I wanted to play it because I felt obligated to.

Of course, everyone “knows” 06 is bad, but how many people have actually played it? I hadn’t, and I don’t think it’s fair to shit talk a game no matter how bad its reputation is. I mean, I have my fair share of games that I like that have been critically panned as well as my fair share of games that I dislike that have been critically praised. No amount of lets plays and reviews can substitute actually experiencing a game for yourself. So, play it I shall. I also see it as a sort of hazing ritual as a Sonic fan.

A few years back, I got a used copy of the game on PS3 at GameStop for $10. Problem was, I didn’t have a PS3 to play it on. I thought one of my friends had one, but it turns out that she has basically every Sony console except the PS3 (as it truly had no games). This turned out to be a common trend with more and more people. But now, finally, I have a console to play it on—the PS3 at my college’s gaming club. So every Friday from 5-7 from this day on, I’m gonna be playing Sonic 06 until I beat it.

(A lot of people have asked me why I don’t just emulate it; you don’t understand. This isn’t just any game. This is Sonic 06. I don’t want to even for a single second blame any of the game’s…quirks on my computer’s poor specs or the emulator not being properly optimized. I want to play 06 the way God intended.)

After having played through Sonic’s campaign up to White Acropolis, I can say that it’s definitely the worst mainline 3D Sonic game that I’ve played. Wow, shocker I know. But, I think there’s a lot more to talk about here than just saying “game bad” and writing it off entirely. As someone who grew up hearing horror stories about how bad this game was, it is absolutely fascinating to analyze now that I’ve gotten a chance to actually play it.

I don’t think that Sonic 06 is inherently a bad game. A lot of its biggest issues are technical—the camera is awkward to control and often gets stuck, Sonic‘s physics paired with the awful camera make him a chore to move around with (though I don’t think he feels as sluggish as I’ve seen some people say; it’s more that everything else is fighting against him to make him feel slower than he actually is), the frame rate is HELLA inconsistent, yadda yadda yadda. With all that being said though, I don’t think the game is full of bad ideas, just bad execution.

The level design so far is okay. I’ve played through worse levels in a Sonic game, but I am also not very far into 06. Once again, the poor technical performance of the game is what holds the levels back, not their layout or geometry. Fun loop de loop sections are held back by Sonic being flung off them into the ocean because he was one degree off center, and the game doesn’t correct you on it like in similar parts of other Sonic games. I think the Mach speed sections would genuinely be a welcome addition to Adventure style games if Sonic had better handling (especially in the air). So the ideas there aren’t inherently awful, it’s just their execution (though you could argue that Wave Ocean plagiarizes Emerald Coast enough to say that the level design is lazy for taking so much from a level in a previous game).

Perhaps my most controversial example of this good idea, bad execution philosophy is with the boss fights.

Let’s talk about Silver.

The first boss fight against Silver is one of the most memorable things from Sonic 06. When people talk about the game, if they don’t think of the cutscene where Elise kisses Sonic or the more recent Real-Time Fandub, this is what they think of. It’s no use!, Silver’s voice line where he grabs Sonic in this game, ended up becoming something of an unofficial catchphrase of his (though the comics often have other characters say it to Silver instead). I remember seeing multiple Top 10 lists back in the day where this fight ranked among the worst video game bosses of the 2000s. Not just for Sonic. For all video games of that era.

Needless to say, I was not optimistic going into the fight. I expected to get stuck, to rage, to curse the day Italian hedgehogs ever gained telekinesis. But I have to say…

The fight really wasn’t all that bad.

Granted, I had hindsight on my side going into it. But for a fight that I expected to suffer through death after death after infinite loop after death for upwards of twenty minutes, I ended up getting through it in a little less than five minutes. And I know that exact number because I had someone else at club record me playing from the second Silver showed up in the cutscene to the second I saw my A Rank after I beat him.

(In case anyone’s wondering; I don’t want to post the video since other members of the gaming club appear throughout it, and I don’t want to publicly post a video of any of them online without their permission)

The fight is annoying for sure, but that’s more the fault of the game’s preexisting issues. Sonic's poor physics and camera control really work against you in boss fights. But this is nowhere near the worst boss fight in a Sonic game, let alone of any game in the 2000s.

Now that I've actually played through the fight, I can kinda see what the devs were going for here. You start out right in front of both Silver and a circle of rings, both of which you are naturally drawn to run towards. This will prompt Silver to grab and throw you when you get too close to him, but the timing of how long it takes each of you to reach the circle of rings means that you should have at least one ring on you before Silver catches you. The devs likely wanted to use this as a way to safely teach you how to fight him: keep your distance and wait for him to pick up something else so he can't pick up you.

This is a fine idea in theory, but there's a few things that hurt this approach:

1) It's extremely unlikely that you will beat Silver on your first try. The more you replay the fight, the more you are conditioned to avoid Silver—meaning that you will want to avoid the circle of rings he spawns right in front of at the start of the fight. This makes it much easier for Silver to come in and one-shot you, since you most likely won't have any rings to back you up. I fell into this trap once, and I'm sure there's video evidence of a bunch of YouTubers doing the same. Though, with that being said, there is a Ring container in the southeast corner of the arena (if Sonic starts facing north), so if you’re clever you can book it there at the start of the fight. Which is easier said than done, because of…

2) THE CAMERA. Once again, the game's awful, awful camera control really bite you in the ass for boss fights. This was also an issue I had with Egg Cerberus, but Silver's smaller character model and faster attacks really elevate the issue. Since there's no way to lock onto Silver and turning the camera is so clunky, he will often manage to sneak up behind you and grab you before you have a chance to find him. In that sense, Silver almost feels like an enemy in a horror game here; you'll move the camera around a little bit, get jumpscared when Silver comes into frame, and hope you react fast enough to not get instakilled by him.

3) The homing attack has a habit of locking back onto Silver even when you try to homing attack away from him, so keeping your distance after you hit him once isn't as easy as it should be. This isn’t that big of a deal because you can just drop down and walk away from him, you just really need to fight muscle memory to avoid it

Once again, this is a case of 06 being hurt by its execution and technical implementation rather than just being full of bad ideas. There’s other examples of that in the fight too, like Silver desperately needing a cooldown after he grabs and throws you. This would fix the infamous loop where he traps you against the wall as well as the problem I ended up running into where he throws you towards the sky then grabs you again before you can reach the ground and grab more rings.

Is Silver secretly the best boss fight in Sonic history? No! But I understand what the devs were going for with this fight. If the camera and controls were more polished, I don’t think anyone would think twice about fighting Silver, wall loop or not. I can see why the Project 06 mod has been lavishing in such high praise from the fandom; buried underneath 06's rushed, sloppy coding is a solid framework.

So overall I’m…cautiously optimistic for the rest of the game? I can’t believe I’m saying that about Sonic 06. Sure, the physics and camera is a mess, but the game isn’t unplayable like so many others have claimed in the past. Maybe it’s because I have a soft spot for the adventure games, but I’ve played worse games than this. I understand that the worst is yet to come, like Silver’s ball puzzle or the multiple one hit kills in the Final Story, but hey, if getting past “one of the worst boss fights in video game history” was a cakewalk for me, then maybe being pessimistic about the future is just no use.

The story is still hot garbage though lol

[drakenology]

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 

you were both fucking insane. 

[thequeenofsastiel]

KinnPorsche Episode 13 Review-The mixed feelings are real

This episode was a lot. I’m mildly regretting watching only the VegasPete parts first because I think it made the episode feel a little disjointed.

Whatever.

I’m gonna get this out of the way first: I don’t like the twist of Porsche being Korn’s nephew. Whatever its other faults, this show has felt fairly realistic thus far(excepting the fact that none of the bodyguards or any of the main family ever wear bulletproof vests). Making Porsche Korn’s nephew swung this show from being an intense mafia drama into a soap opera. Now, if Korn had had one of his people approach Porsche when he desperately needed money, that’d be one thing. But the fact that Porsche only started to work for the main family because Kinn just so happened to run through the bar Porsche worked at when Porsche was alone, and Porsche just so happened to be good at fighting and was able to protect Kinn, ruined the whole twist. It’s ridiculous, and I’m not here for it.

Okay.

That’s done.

As far as the rest of the episode is concerned, I’ll address it in parts.

First off, I love that Porchay had the self-respect necessary to cut Kim out of his life.

I love Tankhun for realizing that something must have happened to Pete, and I hate Kinn and Porsche for being oblivious. Pete deserves better.

The whole funeral that Tankhun held for Pete was bizarre but totally in character for Tankhun. Porsche and Kinn didn’t look like they were taking the situation nearly as seriously as they should have. Which honestly doesn’t make a lot of sense. I know they both have their own shit going on, but Pete is both a great friend and a great bodyguard. The fact that they gave his safety so little concern is deeply disappointing.

Okay, it was hilarious to me that the bodyguards ran away at the sight of Pete, and that Porsche was consistent in his fear of ghosts and jumped behind Kinn.

Side note, Mile must be really damn strong because he handled Apo, who is not a small man, jumping on his back with relative ease as far as I can tell.

I love that Tankhun thought Pete was a zombie but went to hug him tightly anyway. Tankhun has the softest heart of them all.

The scene with Pete and Porsche in the bathroom was really moving. Apo and Build did a great job.

I feel like Kinn’s lack of suspicion was far too out of character. Porsche wasn’t even remotely convincing in pretending that he was happy to be there and that he still entirely loved and trusted Kinn. Sure, Kinn looked worried a few times, but Kinn is far too paranoid to see Porsche behaving that way and be so blasé about it.

I did enjoy how conflicted Porsche was about Kinn. Despite the fact that he’d clearly lost trust in Kinn, he also clearly couldn’t suppress his love for the man. Apo did a great job at emoting, and I was again reminded of what a good idea it was to have this show be so high heat. Every time there’s a sex scene it has meaning. It’s not there solely to turn people on(not that there’s anything wrong with that imo). This scene was there to show Porsche succumbing to his feelings for Kinn, being unable to fight his love while being intimate. Their sexual relationship is very meaningful to both of them, and that was made clear here again.

It doesn’t make any sense for Porsche to trust Vegas. The idea that he can’t be “bought” by the main family and therefore that makes him trustworthy is absurd. Then again, it’s been demonstrated repeatedly that Porsche’s behavior is often fueled by the strongest emotions he happens to be experiencing at the moment, and he isn’t terribly bright or logical. So while it doesn’t make sense objectively to me, I guess I can see Porsche being that foolish. True, it appears that Vegas actually did help him, but it doesn’t make trusting him in the first place any wiser.

I have rage over the fact that Porsche sold Pete out for personal gain. He let Vegas, who he knew was untrustworthy and knew was responsible for Pete’s injuries and absence, be alone with Pete, without even bothering to make sure that Pete was safe while with Vegas. It’s just. I just.

WHY???

It’s okay I’m okay everything is okay.

Anyway.

Oh yay I’m done with the rest of the episode and can talk about VegasPete.

They fucking destroyed me this episode.

I honestly am not sure how to go about assessing their storyline, because on the one hand, it’s obviously deeply fucked up and what Vegas did to Pete was horrible and wrong, and Pete’s attachment to him is a clear case of Stockholm Syndrome and a result of getting to experience his kink desires with another for the first time.

On the other…

I can’t help but love all their scenes. I love the darkness, the intensity, the mutually reluctant infatuation and connection. Despite everything, I want to see a show just about the two of them with a HEA.

It was so hard to see Vegas being abused by his father, and then taking it out on Pete, who clearly enjoyed it and hated himself for enjoying it. They were both confronted by the fact that they were falling for each other this episode, and the pain that that put both of them through was palpable. Build and Bible are incredible actors with fantastic chemistry. I hope they get their own show.

And admittedly I hope it’s kinky.

How to grade this episode.

I guess I’ll do it in parts again.

The VegasPete bits get a 10/10

The rest gets a 7/10

[youbutstupid]

Random George and Sapnap moments that I think about a lot because their brotherly dynamic is top tier. Some quotes may be slightly off in terms of exact wording because I’m saying them from memory so let’s go :D

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Sapnap: George can you buy me this subscription for my birthday

George: I’ll buy it you for Christmas. That’s quite expensive

Sapnap: but my birthday is sooner

George: a 2 year subscription?

Sapnap: yeah it’s like $240

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Sapnap, scared about being in front of a bunch of new people: helllo....

George mocking him: hellooooo

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Sapnap: *kills Dream*

George: *participates in a whole role play about it with him as Dream leaves and Karl, Quackity and Bad are left to watch*

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Dono: the things George says reminds me of the type of kid I’d punch in high school

Sapnap sarcastically: god you’re tough 🙄

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George: Sapnap you’re here

Sapnap: I am

George: what are the odds of that?

Sapnap: I don’t know

George: probably 1 in 2

Dream: 1 in 2?

George: yeah

Sapnap: I like those odds

George: meh, 50/50

Sapnap: the flip of a coin

George: coins aren’t 50/50

Sapnap: some of them are

George: ✨no✨

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George: SapnAp

Sapnap: GeeoOrGe

George: SAPnaP

Sapnap: GeooorGe

George:... SapnAAAp

Sapnap: shut the hell up

George: oh you like when we do this off stream but you don’t like when we do it on stream?

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Bad about George and Sapnap: they’re probably having one of their late night calls where they just sit and talk for 8 hours. They’ve been doing that a lot recently :)

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*Dream reprimands George and Sapnap for not cooperating*

Sapnap: Hey George can I have my wood please I had some logs

George over enthusiastically to spite Dream: YEAH SURE, HERE IT IS, here have some saplings as well

Sapnap playing along : I lOVE YOU GEORGE

*2 minutes later*

Sapnap: hey George can I have like a berry please

George sarcastically: yeah no problem here it is

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Sapnap: you’re gonna get to Florida and you’re gonna run straight into my arms

George: no <3

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Sapnap: did you say you didn’t know if we were gonna have room for you here?

George: yeah is there like another room I can stay in?

Sapnap: yeah...

George: what it’ll be the Dream Team house?

Sapnap: yeah! Or you could stay in my room. I’ll get rid of the TV

George: and put in another bed

Sapnap: I was gonna say put in another desk but okay

George: what and we get bunk beds?

Sapnap: dude that’d be sick low-key

George: bagsy top bunk

Sapnap: but I want top bunk

George: I already bagsied

Sapnap: I guess that’s true. Can I get top bunk on my birthday?

George: no. No top bunk for you ever

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Anyone: *attacks George*

Sapnap: GET AWAY FROM HIM

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George: *arrives*

Sapnap’s minecraft character jumping up and down: GEORGE :D

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Sapnap looking for ingredients to make George’s cake on his birthday

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Sapnap: you’re being such a silly boy

George laughing: shut up

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George staying up for Sapnap’s birthday even though it was 5 am for him

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Dream: *jokingly reprimanding George for falling in the lava*

Sapnap to Dream: you fell in the lava too

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Sapnap: I messaged George asking if I should let out a massive fart and he started spamming me in capital letters saying ‘YES, FART, FART, FART, FART’ but I couldn’t let one out and it was so funny

George: *laughing*

Sapnap: I had to mute my mic because I was laughing so hard

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Sapnap: *hits George*

George: you’re attacking me

Sapnap: *hits him again*

George: you’re still attacking me

Dream: I love how he just narrates like ‘you’re attacking me’

Sapnap mocking him: you are still attacking me

George: stop it >:(

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Sapnap ending every call with George with ‘I love you’

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George: *answers a call from Sapnap during his cooking stream*

Sapnap: you look cute with that hat on

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George: I don’t need you anymore

Sapnap: that’s rude, I actually like talking to you

George:... why?

Sapnap: because you’re my friend

George: ...oh

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George: Sapnap stop killing me

Sapnap: I just wanna kill you once 🥺

George: and then you’ll stop?

Sapnap: yes

George: okay *lets Sapnap kill him*

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The way George never truly gets upset when Sapnap kills him 80 times in a row because he’s used to it by now

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There’s so many more but I can’t fully put them into context without clips aha, this is all I could think of off the top of my head

[heavenbarnes]

feels so good to be us

Fezco (Euphoria) x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: mentions of drug use, mentions of guns, implied violence (all canon-typical), swearing, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex (this is fiction, yours isn’t, wrap it), dirty talk, light degradation, light choking, rough sex, light slapping, oral sex (f receiving)

Word Count: 4.5k 

no secret that i fell in love w the guy whilst watching the show, so we’ll just see how this goes

She blew into town one day, seemingly out of nowhere, but not without purpose. Having reasons to be there was one thing, having reasons to stay was a whole other. Lacking in the latter, there was a lot to be grateful for in that one night.

The party that cracked on in a reasonable house, she was told by her friends that’d it’d be a good one. What she wasn’t told was that this was a party that was teeming with teenagers, horny ones in spandex and rhinestones.

A long way from home and everything was different.

Lucky enough, she poured herself a cup and hunted for a spot that was more around her age. Last thing she needed was to be caught up with a hoard of 17 year-olds looking to make trouble.

Whoever owned this house also came equipped with cash, judging by the indoor pool she stepped into, eyes up and trailing along the carefully carved architrave. Eyes far too transfixed to notice the young man on the lounger.

“You came looking for me?”

The voice made her head snap towards his direction, rolled smoke resting between his lips and steadily fingering a roll of cash. Narrowing her eyes at him in hesitation, she traced her finger around the rim of her cup.

“I don’t think so?”

He took his eyes from his counting and let them cast over her, that’s probably the first thing to pique her interest. Those kind of eyes you could fall into, pretty eyelashes too that almost made her want to smile.

She knew that he knew she was staring, but he hadn’t said anything about it, he didn’t seem to mind.

“You not from around here, huh?”

Straightening up and stepping forward a bit, she got closer so she didn’t have to shout across the room.

“No sir, I drove in this morning from out East.”

He nodded more to himself than he did her, tucking the money away in his hoodie pocket before leaning back on the cushion of the lounger. He took the cigarette between his fingers and tapped off some of the ash, eyes still nonchalantly drifting over her.

“Called it, I would’a remembered you otherwise.”

In trying not to let the corners of her mouth turn into a smile, it transformed into more of a pout, bordering on a frown. There was something about this guy, something she couldn’t put her finger on.

“You would’ve?”

“Yeah, cause you wearing clothes,” He answered, making any expression on her face dry out. “You seen those other girls?”

Looking down her front, she had to admit that her belted trousers and high-necked tank was considerably more than what any of the high-schoolers were wearing. Shrugging her shoulders with a nod that spoke of “fair enough”, she managed to draw a chuckle out of the guy.

“That and you cute.” The inflection was so cool she almost missed it, but that wasn’t to say it was lost on her.

Scuffing her sneakers against the poolside tile, he shifted forward along his seat and watched intently at the way she no longer fought the grin on her face. Didn’t know the guy from Adam, but he was already tweaking some kind of feeling in her.

“Who you here with?”

She lifted her head and gestured back towards where the noise of the party was drifting through the door. “My friends Ocasio and Seraphine, made me come to make friends but they didn’t say they’d be teenagers.”

He nodded knowingly, muttering something about knowing them too. “They all so young, why I’m only here for business.”

So the inkling in the back of her mind that he was a drug dealer was correct, making his first comment make a lot more sense. In an attempt not to seem like a total fucking loser, she shifted the conversation.

“They said I should look for some guy, said that I’d probably like him.”

The man lifted a brow, before throwing his gaze over her shoulder in his turn to admire the architecture. 

“Yeah? They give you a name, not a lot of people I don’t know.”

She thought on it for a moment, she knew it reminded her of That 70′s Show, and that is sounded remarkably fake at the time.

“Fezco, I think? If that’s even a real name?”

His shoulders bounced as he chuckled a little, eyes moving back to her own. He had one of those stares where it was intense, but there was nothing in you that wanted to look away.

“Nice to meet you too, mamas,” He lent back again and propped his foot up on the seat. “Do I get your name?”

In attempting to avoid looking like a fucking loser, she’d managed it anyways. Her cheeks burnt as she nodded with a nervous laugh, smiling out of necessity before offering him her name.

He made some remark about her still being cute, before they were cut off by a couple of young people tripping down the stairs and narrowly avoiding the pool. They made a line for Fezco, hoping to make a purchase off of him.

She couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, in the move of things she started to step back to where she came. An obvious cast of disappointment fell over her as she began to pull back from it all.

“Mamas,” That voice stopped her in her tracks. “Just lemme do this, I ain’t done ‘whichu yet.”

Just like that, she’d found a reason to stay. From that point on, you didn’t see her without Fezco by her side, with a hand on her lower back.

They were polar opposites, but MC. Kat said those attract so that could be said for why they’d done so well together. She was warm, kind, and so gentle it’d make your heart do fucking flips.

She was the softest thing that Fez had ever got his hands on, and he’d be damned if he was ever going to let it go. He was open with her, showed her all the bad things that he did and he’d done, and she chose to love him anyway.

If you asked Fezco, she felt like home, she was safe to come back to after a long day of doing things he wasn’t proud of. No matter how many times he made shitty choice after shitty choice, she knew the heart that rested in him was inherently better than anything.

Nothing made that heart fuller than seeing her own coming through, you want to talk big hearts? You start with her. She was the very definition of love, patient and kind, and it wasn’t uncommon for Fez to pinch himself in wonder of how he got so lucky.

The days she sat beside his grandma, holding her up as he brought the sponge along her back. Never a complaint, she’d just smile at Fezco, at the gentleness of his movements. The smile that said “I’d never want to be anywhere else.”

And if his boys were on their way around to fetch payment, nothing had to be said. She’d quietly tuck away in the bedroom, laying in silence as she daydreamed of a life where Fez was totally happy. In her visions they live in the countryside, he never has to look over his shoulder and he is forgiven.

She was always the delicate to his rough around the edges, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know exactly what was happening. You couldn’t mistake her kindness for stupidity.

“Mans, I don’t think you know what you getting into.” Fezco’s voice never shifted from that calm tone.

Nate Jacob’s shit eating grin made the hairs on the back of Fez’ neck stand up, the kid using his height to try and forge an ounce of intimidation. Unlucky for him, the man in front of him wasn’t a 17 year old cheerleader with daddy issues, he couldn’t scare him.

Nate would still give it his best shot.

“You obviously don’t know what you’re doing with me, I will fucking ruin you.” His bark through gritted teeth drifted up the hallway.

“You came to my house, ‘tryna start shit with me,” Fez never backed down, nearly chest to chest. “I never gave a fuck about you.”

The sound that came from Nate was a scoff, the disrespect was evident as he looked down on the other man. “So you’ve forgotten how you threatened my life?”

As he lifted his hand up towards Fez’ throat, he wasn’t able to clock her on his right quick enough.

She calmly padded down the hallway, shorts and her boyfriend’s hoodie draped across her body as she approached the scene before her. Left hand coming to lift the hem of the sweater and right coming to grip the glock stashed in her waistband.

By the time Nate Jacobs even knew she was there, he could already hear the safety coming off. His hand stilled as his eyes drifted over to her.

“Take another step, playboy.” Eyes staring down the slide and right at the guy in her sights. “Pick up your nuts, and get out of my house.”

Nate looked back to Fez, meeting an almost unfazed expression. His eyes came over to her and the barrel aimed between his eyes.

“The cops coming here didn’t teach you a lesson? You want them coming back here looking for guns too?”

Her laugh rolled around the room, drifting between the three of them as her eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, go ahead and call the cops again,” Her grip on the pistol never faltered. “I’m sure Fezco’s boys would love to hear about the little bitch that had the pigs sniffing around their supply.”

There was no missing the way Nate’s jaw clenched at the sentiment, the thought ticking over in his head that he might’ve finally met his match. The match that he’d tried to chat up in the convenience store, right in front of Fez with his own girl in the car.

“Everyone knows your name, Jacobs,” Fez wasn’t the only one he couldn’t scare. “Would hate for it to be dropped around the wrong people.”

The quarterback brought his arm down from her boyfriend’s neck, turning to face her with the gun only following his movements. Fezco stepped off him, making his way over to his girl.

He stood behind her, chest to her back as his hands rested against her waist. Lips moments from her neck as his eyes trained back on the teenager trying to raise hell in his own living room.

“Is that a threat?” The sour expression on Nate’s face was nothing short of unattractive. She didn’t know a lot about Maddie Perez, but she knew the girl could do better.

“No, it’s a fucking warning,” In an instant the gun was turned on it’s side. “I won’t say it again, get out of my house, before I fucking kill you.”

It didn’t take much more before Nate was dragging his knuckles out of the house, door slamming behind him. At that sound, she had the safety back down and was placing the gun in Fez’ hands.

He chuckled, turning her towards him with that same grip on her hips. His hands came back to put the gun in the band of his drawers, before he was shifting to cup her face. Fezco could feel the heat radiating off of her cheeks.

“Do I even ‘gotta tell you how fine you look waving my piece round like that?”

She matched his laugh, heart still beating wildly in her chest. Shaking her head, her lips came to Fezco’s, feeling the plush of his lips moving in time with hers. “I will definitely leave that up to you.”

“But you looked so good handling it, mamas.”

Brushing off his comment, she gripped his hand and lead him up to the bedroom, muttering something about him looking even better.

Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Fez stood in front of her, looking down at the woman who’d kill for him. He knew he’d found his absolute other half, there was no doubt about that.

He lifted the glock to her face, trailing the muzzle along her cheek before she turned her head gently and gave it a sweet kiss. He shook his head, leaning down to tuck it under their mattress.

Kneeling down before her, parting her knees so he could nestle in there, his face was so close to her own that she could feel the heat in his breath.

“You mean everything, baby, I fucking love you.”

That was what it was all about, the perfect balance that existed between them. Whilst Fezco might’ve been the guts, and she was the glory, there was no doubt that they’d always be what each other needed.

The first time in a while that Fez had felt was able to be vulnerable, was the moment he sunk into her arms after a grim night. She didn’t ask any questions, just wrapped him up in her and reassured him that she felt nothing but adoration for him.

On his part, he’d found paradise in a girl that was sweeter than an angel, but was always down to let him fuck her like a whore.

She wasn’t really down for a Halloween party, but she was always down to dress pretty and be on the arm of her man in the cleanest suit. Platform heels and a flowery mini dress, it was the godfather and the hippie, sat outside by the pool as the smoke from Fez’ blunt cast a cloud around them.

Thoughts drifted back to the moment they met, looking an awful lot like this.

Teenagers dipped in and out of the house to buy off her boyfriend, she just sat back with her legs up in his lap, feeling his fingers rubbing against her calf every now and then.

She said hello to the girls as they drifted past, but nothing felt better than when it was just the both of them, enjoying each other’s company as those under the influence stumbled around them.

Fezco let his hand drift slightly higher up her shin, calloused fingers coming to trace along the curve of her knee. She watched the movements of his touch, not ignoring the way her skin prickled underneath the graze of his nails.

Taking the blunt from his mouth, he turned to look at her fondly, hazy smile when he found her already looking back at him.

“This your song, mamas,” He referred to the Jack Harlow joint that was coming through the speakers. “You ‘gone dance for me like you do at home?”

She smirked, lifting her legs out of his lap and stepping out in front of him. “Depends if you’ve got the money to throw.”

Slowly spinning around for him, her hips swayed in a motion that he followed intently, catching onto the way her dress lifted with each movement.

“You trippin’ if you think ‘imma pay for what’s mine.”

Stopping the swing of her hips, she moved in closer to where Fezco sat with his legs spread wide. Moving between those legs, she bent over over and braced a hand on each of his knees.

“What are you tryna’ do, big man?”

Fez lent forward in his seat, lips coming to gently press to her own before he spoke in a hushed tone, better to keep his private moves private from the kids swirling around the both of them.

“I’m tryna’ blow your fucking back out.”

One thing could be said for Fezco, the man could keep his word. The minute he got her into the bedroom, large hands splayed across her hips and gripped tight enough to leave a mark.

Lips ran up the column of her throat, the graze of teeth left in the wake of his movements. Heady moans slipped off her tongue and filled the small room, coaxing Fez to move a little quicker.

His girl was getting impatient and he was never one to keep her waiting.

Turning her in his hands, he still had a mean grip on her waist as he moved her knees to perch on the edge of the bed. One large hand spread in the center of her shoulder blades as he pushed her chest down onto the mattress.

“Be a good girl and arch your back for me.”

Stomach dropping down and hips rolling back, she shook her ass for him as Fezco shifted up the hem of her dress, revealing the pretty lace she wore just for him. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them further apart till she got even lower.

One hand came back to slap the cheek of her ass, a sorry moan ripping from her chest as he massaged over the spot. Feeling the way his thumb traveled down the line of her underwear, grazing over where she was wettest for him.

Hooking around the band of the thin panties, Fez slipped them down her legs, sucking in a breath seeing how wet she’d been for him this whole time. She shook her hips, presenting herself to him like a meal he’d been waiting to be served.

“What got you so fuckin’ needy? Or you just always begging for it?” His voice rumbled through his chest, hitting her straight between the thighs.

“It’s always you, I just need you to fuck me.”

Two thick fingers dragged up her slit as she rolled her hips back for him, eager to catch anything that felt like pleasure. This teasing was nearly killing her, but he was damned if he wasn’t going to make her work for it.

“You ‘sposed to be a good girl but you lost your manners.”

Whining out, not caring how pathetic it must’ve sounded to him, she shook her ass again. Doing whatever she could to draw him and make him give it to her like she needed.

“Please, Fezco, I fucking need you.”

The sound of his belt coming loose was like music to her ears as his thumb gently dipped into her wetness. So close to getting what she wanted, he was never good at keeping anything from her. Especially not when she looked this pretty.

She felt him run the blunt head of his cock through her wetness, resting at her entrance for a moment. Tiny cries and whimpers still fell steadily from her pouted lips, Fezco sliding his hand down her back until his fingers fixed around the back of her neck.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy,” With one thrust he filled her straight up. “I never felt anything like you, baby.”

Her cheek pressed against the mattress with his grip, filthy moans drifting through the air as she felt Fezco wrecking her. His other hand still gripped tight at her hip, pulling her back onto him with every thrust.

It was never better than when it was this nasty, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as he fucked her dumb, the only thing on her mind was his name as she sang it back to him. 

He loved the sound of her crying out for him, pussy clenching impossibly tight around him. Fez knew every spot within her, exactly what to do to make her come apart under his hands.

“You so fuckin’ tight, mamas,” He gritted his teeth as his hand slid from her neck to grip her shoulder. “Tryna’ make me buss’ quick.”

A filthy giggle rolled straight off her tongue, before it turned right back into another cry as Fezco hit that spot just right. The hand on her hip slipped under and before she knew it, her eyes were rolling back as his fingers moved quick against her clit.

He nearly ripped a scream from her, moving his hand back to slap her pussy, before rubbing that same spot. He was going to be the death of her one day, the way he always knew exactly what he was doing.

“Baby- I’m ‘gonna- I’m ‘gonna,” Her words dropped off as she moaned for him under the pressure of it all.

“You good, ‘lemme hear it.”

Clenching like a vice around him, her whole body tensed up as the white hot feeling of her orgasm rolled over her. There was no doubt the neighbors would know about it, the way he never let up on her, had her crying out off the top of her lungs.

Fezco dipped his hand under her throat, fingers lightly fixing around it as he pulled her up to kneel. Falling back against his chest as he kept fucking her through it, her hand came back to grip his thigh.

She knew he was near his end, his hips were stuttering and the way he was groaning in her ear, she knew she had him good. Turning her head, her nose brushed against his face so her lips were moments from his skin.

“Come in me, please, baby.”

That was all it took, his arm flying around her waist as he gripped her hard to him. Hips stilling deep inside her as he filled her up, a vulgar cry from her as she felt him hot and running in her. Sliding his hand down her chest, he crossed his arms against her, nuzzling down into her neck.

“Maybe you are a good girl, huh?”

There was no doubt that she wasn’t just good, she was the best. Who else was going to sit patiently with their feet in Fezco’s lap as he counted his money and chewed through a pack of cigarettes.

Couldn’t find another girl that’d stand by his side at the town carnival, looking just as sweet as the cotton candy she was placing on her tongue as locals came asking around for their friend Molly.

Hot summer days outside the convenience store, popsicle between her lips as her sundress flutters gently in the breeze. Fezco ready to round up anyone that stared just a little too long.

Maybe it was all that candy that went past her lips, but there was never anyone who acted, or tasted that sweet.

Hearing the door shut, her mouth naturally curved into a smile. He was home, meaning he was safe, meaning she was safe and content. Fezco rounded the couch to where she sat, one arm braced behind her on the cushion as he lent down to kiss her.

Hands naturally coming to cup his chin, she felt the scratch of his beard in her palms as his mouth moved gently against her own. His shoulders dipped with a sigh, one that told her he was just as happy to be home as she was to have him.

“You seem so tired,” She cooed as she separated their lips. “Let me take care of you.”

Her hand trailed down the front of his sweater, coming to rest on his belt. Fezco pressed her hand down, against his crotch, bringing their lips back together. As she moved her other hand to start undoing his belt, he squeezed her hands to stop them.

Placing a hand on either side of her thighs, he dropped to kneel in front of her, before wrapping his hands around her knees and parting them. Fez lifted each of her legs and draped them over his shoulders.

Rough hands pushed the bottom of his hoodie, that was currently covering her, up her body and exposing her scantily clad lower half. Shallow breaths came from her as he dragged her panties down her legs, shifting her hips closer to the edge of the couch.

“This the only place I wanna’ be right now, angel.”

Her breath came across as choppy as she relaxed back into the couch, feeling big hands grip the the skin of her thighs. Fez’ head moved between her legs, pressing a kiss straight to her slit.

Hands coming to hold his head, thumbs massaging against the skin as her hips rolled forward toward his mouth. Darting his tongue out, he drew it up and along her until it came into contact with her clit.

Drawing his tongue around the nub, he felt her legs tense up against his shoulders. Fezco’s hands gently rubbed at her legs, feeling her relax once again into him.

The soft little whimpers that only she could make fueled him like nothing else, dragging his tongue quicker in an attempt to draw any sounds out of her. Her hips bucked up with the sensation of his tongue, pulling his face in closer.

“God, Fezco, you always make me feel so good.”

Humming in response, the sensation moved through her from between her thighs and deep into her. The feeling of the tip of his tongue against her clit made her toes curl up, feet running along the length of his back.

Fez wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking the sensitive nerves and making her call out his name. Her chest rose, arching her back off the couch as her thighs tensed around his head.

He never let up, just continued the assault on her clit as she writhed beneath his grasp. Fez couldn’t get enough of this feeling, having her wrapped around him and completely falling apart in his hands.

She couldn’t believe how lucky she got, having a man that walked straight through the doors and got on his knees for her. There was never a moment where Fez didn’t have her feeling like she was in the clouds.

Her whole body burnt hot as his tongue dipped into her, before dragging back up. Eyes falling shut and fingernails running down the back of her head, every time he moaned at the feeling it hit her straight where she needed it. 

“You’re ‘gonna make me come, please don’t stop.”

Fezco’s eyes flickered up to her, watching the way her whole body moved for him and her head kept falling back in pleasure. To have her reacting so strongly to him, he hoped she couldn’t see the way his cheeks were starting to burn.

“Go ‘head baby, come for me.”

The high-pitch of her whine pierced the air as her hips stuttered against his mouth. She felt her body relax, the feeling of pleasure consuming her entirely as Fez let her ride his face out of her high.

As she came back down to Earth, he came back up to her, hand wiping down his beard and watching the glow of her face. Lazy smile across her face as she reached out for him, going back to his belt.

“You going to let me take care of you now?”

One day they’d roll out of this town together, find their peace and spend their time looking forward without a care. Until then they found peace in each other, holding one another close.

More than anything, they’d found hope in each other? That this wouldn’t be forever, that you could find forgiveness in whatever you’d done.

Whenever there was a doubt, she just echoed those words back to him with a smile, the ones that she’d never forgotten.

“I ain’t done ‘whichu yet.”

[sleepysnk]

OOF OKAY, I GOT THIS IDEA FROM A FRIEND ON DISCORD. i hope you guys enjoy this horny piece of smut because it definitely made me feel some type of way 😏❤.

Sleepovers

Pairings: Jean Kirstein x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, praising, voyeruism.

It was a usual Friday night for (Y/N) and her friend group.

They were having one of their annual sleepovers that took place almost every other weekend. Of course everyone now being in college, things like this were more common as there was no parental guidance involved. (Y/N) loved the idea of sleeping over with her friends and she always came whenever it was planned.

The friend group consisted of Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Connie, Reiner, Bertholdt, his girlfriend Annie, and Jean.

Jean had always had it out for (Y/N) ever since they met during her freshman year of college. He treated her differently from everyone else. (Y/N) couldn't lie and say she didn't have a crush on him, he was charming, tall, and such a huge flirt. He had everything she would have wanted in a guy.

He'd always throw a compliment her way or give her a sly smile that made her feel weak, Jean knew all the right things to do to make her feel special. He had a way with words that nobody else seemed to have.

(Y/N) always returned the favor, throwing a nice compliment his way or sending a cute flirt. Jean would always be absolutely surprised at her actions, he never took her as the type to flirt back. He always found himself winning during those flirts.

Sometimes their own friends would call them out on it, telling them to "get a room!" or "get together already!". Neither of them had the courage to confess any feelings because they were just too chicken shit for it.

The night started off fun, they picked Eren's place to spend the night which was decently cool. They all watched a movie, played games, had a bit of alcohol, and even built a pillow fort which was later destroyed by Connie and Sasha over a fight about snacks.

(Y/N) and Jean had their usual hinted comments thrown around. He didn't leave her side the whole night, he always found himself beside her or near her.

"Shit I am exhausted.." Eren said, yawning.

The night was finally dying down. Eren and Mikasa layed on the couches in the basement, Armin was already snoozing in his sleeping bag while Connie and Sasha were both knocked out. Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie were just laying down droopy eyed as the movie they watched played on the tv.

(Y/N) was next to Jean, both were wide awake.

Eren stood up, grabbing the remote from the table. "I'm hitting the hay, goodnight guys." he said, switching off the tv.

Darkness filled the room besides the small light coming from one of those scented wall plug-ins. The bathroom also had a small light which emitted from the darkness. (Y/N) heard shuffling, assuming it was Eren laying down on the couch.

The time on the small clock read 2:41 A.M.

(Y/N) tried her best to get comfortable, unlike everyone else she was struggling to fall asleep. She assumed it was because she had about three sodas and a ton of other sugar, her body was wide awake. She pulled the blanket over her body trying to at least get comfortable, but being on a floor was kind of an issue.

She opened one eye to look at the clock which now read 3:01 A.M.

She sighed, a whole 15 minutes had gone by and she still hadn't fallen asleep. She couldn't exactly go walk around Eren's place, that'd seem rude and she didn't want to wake anybody.

She shifted to the other side where Jean was, that's when her eyes were met with Jean's open ones. He was staring at the ceiling.

She blinked a bit, thinking he was sleeping with his eyes open until his gaze averted towards her.

"Can't sleep either huh..?" Jean asked, his voice low to prevent anyone from waking up.

A soft laugh came from her mouth. "No.. I blame it on all the sugar I had," she replied and looked at him.

A chuckle came from his throat. "You wanna get under the covers? We can talk until one of us falls asleep," he asked in a whisper.

She nodded and sat up, he pulled the blanket over their heads. (Y/N) used her phone flashlight to light up the blanket, her eyes squinted a bit from the bright light. Jean's hair was a bit messy from laying down, he still looked amazing.

A smile grew onto his lips seeing her. "You look pretty cute for being at a sleepover," he said, crossing his legs.

She felt heat rush onto her cheeks. "Not at all.. I feel messy and tired yet I can't sleep," she said, laughing a bit.

Jean admired her features in the lighting, he fingers slightly ghosted over her cheek. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as he touched her.

"You look adorable," Jean said, scooching his body closer towards hers. Their knees touched, making her skin tingle.

They sat there staring at each other for a few moments, suddenly they leaned into each other, their lips connecting into a warm passionate kiss. His tongue swiped along her bottom lip, asking for permission. She slightly moaned into the kiss, he took the opportunity to explore her mouth.

He cupped her cheek and brought her body closer to his. She felt heat forming in between her legs.

"You don't know what you do to me.." he whispered.

Anticipation bubbled in her stomach as he turned her flashlight off. She let out a shaky breath as her eyes closed, feeling his lips attack her neck. She felt his teeth grazing against the soft flesh of her neck, her breath hitched feeling him sucking her sweet spot.

"J-Jean.." she cried out, biting her lip trying to stay quiet.

He smirked against her skin. "Lay down for me (Y/N).." he whispered against her ear.

She lied down on her pillow, Jean's body spreading her legs apart. He put his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to engulf her into another kiss.

He began to kiss down her neck down towards her chest, then towards her belly. Goosebumps littered onto her skin feeling his wet lips against her skin, soft whimpers and moans escaped her lips.

Jean hooked his fingers around the hem of her shorts. "Can I?" he asked, raising his brows.

She couldn't faintly see the outline of his body in the darkness. "Yes.." she replied in a whisper.

He pulled her shorts down her legs, tossing them under the blanket next to them. She shuddered a bit as she felt the cooler air against her wet cunt. Jean maneuvered himself so he was now laying next to her with his head propped up by his arm.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his fingers on her clit, he circled it slowly making her legs open a little wider for him. She felt jolts of pleasure shooting around her body, causing her to become a bit shaky.

They both stopped when they heard shifting coming a few feet away. Eren slightly groaned in his sleep. The two looked at each other before he continued to rub her clit.

"You gotta be quiet beautiful.. we don't need anyone hearing you," Jean whispered, nibbling at the shell of her ear. "But you're so wet.. is that what I do to you? I make your pussy soaked?"

She moved her hips upwards, biting her lip to prevent any moans from escaping her lips.

A low chuckle came from him. He slid one of his fingers into her hot core, a gasp escaped her lips feeling his finger inside of her. He covered her mouth instantly and looked around, making sure nobody got up.

He slowly pumped his finger into her, he felt the aching of his cock causing him to groan a bit as he fingered her. She dug her nails into the sheets below her, shaky breaths and small whimpers came from her mouth as he hit her g-spot.

"J-Jean.." she whimpered, moving her hips to feel more of his finger.

His finger stopped, causing her to look at him in annoyance.

"Be quiet.." he said, pressing his lips onto hers.

She moaned into the kiss when she felt two digits enter her again, the pace this time was a bit quicker.

Her velvety walls fluttered around his fingers, squelching noises came from her pussy from how wet she was.

"You're such a good girl (Y/N)... you take me so well," he whispered, his voice raspy and deep. "You want me to make you cum?"

She shook her head as she whimpered. "Y-Yes.." she replied.

He felt her walls tightening around his fingers, his pace quickened. He turned her head towards his, his eyes staring into hers.

The knot in her stomach came apart as her orgasm took over her body, she buried her face into his neck and let out a soft moan. Her legs felt shaky and her eyes saw white as she creamed around his fingers.

Jean removed his fingers which were coated in her slick arousal. He licked his fingers, savoring the taste.

"You're better than I ever imagined.." he said with a smirk on his face.

She panted a bit, pulling the covers over her body. "Jean.. will you.. cuddle up with me?" she asked, feeling heat rush onto her cheeks.

He smiled. "Of course.. who am I to deny you?" he replied and plopped down next to her.

He pulled her into his embrace, she felt exhausted after coming down from her high. Jean rubbed small circles into the flesh of her waist as he felt his eyes becoming droopy.

-

The next morning the two were awoken by everyone talking.

"I slept decent on the floor," Armin said and sat up.

Everyone's eyes averted towards (Y/N) and Jean who were cuddled up together, her head laying on his chest while his arms were wrapped around her waist.

Eren chuckled. "Well would you look at that? Look at that those two," he said and smirked.

"It was only a matter of time before this happened," Sasha said, yawning.

Eren laughed again before leaning back against the couch. "You should have heard them last night.. they had plenty of fun," he said as he remembered the events that occurred during the night.

(Y/N) sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Hmm?" she asked as she looked around at her friends.

"Oh nothing!" Eren replied, shaking his head.

Jean's eyes open, a slight blush formed onto his face seeing (Y/N) next to him this close.

"Ugh.. you guys are so loud," he said and groaned a bit.

Eren laughed again. "I'd like to say the same to you and (Y/N).." he said and grinned widely.

Their jaws dropped as Eren's words processed through their heads. "Ugh shit.." (Y/N) said as embarrassment rushed onto her face.

"Did you guys..?" Connie asked, furrowing his brows.

Jean snaked his arm around her waist. "None of your business," he replied.

"Look next time you guys wanna do the nasty just go upstairs," Eren said and rolled his eyes playfully.

Connie and Sasha bursted out laughing. "Ew! You guys did the nasty down here!?" Connie asked in between laughter.

(Y/N) covered her face with her hands. "Ugh Eren! You're an asshole," she said and shook her head.

"Connie stop acting like you didn't finger Sasha that one day.. I saw that," Jean said as a smirk formed onto his face.

The two both turned red. "U-Uh.. um.." Sasha said and looked away.

The conversation eventually ended and everyone went back to normal conversation. Jean and (Y/N) talked a bit longer.

"We should hangout later.. you know.. finish what we started," Jean whispered in her ear.

She smirked. "Most definitely.." she replied, kissing his cheek.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 10) - Take Care

Summary: The reader gets to meet Danneel’s parents in a somewhat unorthodox way but receives a warm welcome to her surprise. Meanwhile, a minor medical scare makes Jensen anxious that he takes too much and doesn’t give enough to the reader...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Playing With Their Hair

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, minor frightening situation, minor medical situation, anxiety

A/N: Please enjoy! Also written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo...

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One Week Later

“Y/N, can we get orange?” asked Arrow from where she sat in the shopping cart. She pointed at the tubes of frosting and you took one off, handing it to her as you went back to searching for a box of red velvet mix. 

“Come on,” you sighed, squatting down. You saw one shoved in the back and you bent down, reaching back to get it. You huffed when you pulled it back, the expiration date still plenty good. “Score. Okay Arrow what other color…”

She wasn’t in the cart anymore as you stood, her bright pink shirt and shorts nowhere in sight. 

“Arrow!” you shouted, people from the farther end of the aisle turning to look at you. You breathed hard and spun around, exiting the aisle and looking at the checkouts. “Arrow!”

“Mam,” said a man in a white dress shirt and slacks, walking over with a headset on.

“I had a little girl with me and she’s missing and she was in the cart and I would have heard her climb out,” you said, walking quickly, the man following with you as you checked down aisles. “Arrow!”

You heard the guy talk into his headset when you caught pink and a guy near the front of the store. She spun around and you ran over, the manager not too far behind you. You didn’t say a word when you kicked the back of the guys knee and grabbed Arrow, picking her up.

“What’d I do?” he said, Arrow turning away. He looked more angry than you were expecting and you swallowed, the manager urging you back. “She’s the one that took my granddaughter!”

“She’s not your fucking granddaughter, pervert. I’m her nanny and soon to be step-mom so you can back the fuck off.”

“Step fucking what?” he said, his face going blank. 

“Grandpa I told you Y/N’s my friend,” said Arrow. You blinked and stared at the man.

“Prove it,” you said. The man angrily pulled out his wallet and ripped out a picture, turning it around. It was a large group photo but you could clearly see Jensen and the kids in it along with… “You’re her father. Danneel.”

“Who the fuck are you,” he said. You took out your phone and went to your pictures, showing him one of your backyard bonfire from the weekend before. 

“Is there a problem?” asked the manager. You shook your head and he rolled his eyes and left.

“Sir, I’m so sorry,” you said. He nodded and glanced down. 

“Well, I can’t blame you. I understand the feeling,” he said. 

“Can we...talk?” you asked.

“I think that’d be best before somebody else gets their ass kicked.”

Fifteen minutes later you had your bag of baking supplies in your trunk, Arrow was playing on the jungle gym and you were sat at a picnic table with Danneel’s parents.

“You guys came down early for JJ’s birthday, huh,” you said.

“We had to come down this weekend instead. Something came up last minute next week,” said her mom. You nodded and took a deep breath. 

“I am so sorry. That is absolutely not how Jensen and I wanted to tell you both.”

“I’m old but I’m tough. I’ll survive,” said her father. You looked over to where Arrow was playing, gnawing on your bottom lip. “You said you were the nanny and soon to be step mom. Mind unraveling that for us?”

“I uh, I started working for Jensen in January as a nanny to help with the kids. The relationship part came a few weeks later. We’ve been engaged very briefly. Don’t even have a ring or anything yet,” you said, shaking your head. “Please don’t be mad at him. It’s taken him so long to stop feeling guilty for having feelings for me. Please don’t be upset with him. I don’t...I’m not trying to replace anyone or anything. I didn’t want to like him. But I did and I love him and he deserves to be happy again.”

They looked at one another and back at you.

“Good,” they both said. 

“Excuse me?”

“We think he deserves to be happy too. He was in such a bad place after the accident,” she said. “He’s sounded like himself again recently.”

“Plus if you’re willing to kick my ass for thinking I took Arrow, that gets you some brownie points,” he said with a smile. You nodded and looked down at the table, swallowing. “Not what you were expecting?”

“Your daughter’s husband is engaged to a younger woman. I wouldn’t blame you at all for whatever you might think,” you said.

“He’s got a lot of time left,” he said. “He doesn’t have to be miserable for it. We don’t want that for him. It’s not what she’d want. He’s doing exactly what she’d want from him and that’s all we can ask of him. Well and maybe stick around the country for a bit so we can see the kids some more.”

“Yeah, no plans to be anywhere but home right now,” you said. You looked over at Arrow and watched her jump off a high platform. She fell down to her knees but got up and brushed them off before she was running again.

“She’d like you,” you heard, your attention going back to the two of them. She was staring at you and you smiled.

“You don’t know a thing about me mam.”

“I think we know the important parts,” she said. You nodded and glanced down. “What do Jensen’s parents think of all this?”

“They know he’s dating but that’s it. I’m supposed to meet them next week,” you said.

“We’ll keep our lips sealed for the time being then,” she said. “What about your folks? What do they think of Jensen and the kids?”

“The kids probably haven’t met either parent yet, right?” he said. 

“It’s kinda complicated...I was adopted. My mom died a long time ago. I don’t have a dad or family really,” you said. You pursed your lips and picked at the corner of the table with your fingernail, the air heavy. 

“Well we approve of him,” he said. “He’s a good kid.”

“I know. He’s very special,” you said. “I just wish something so horrible didn’t have to happen to him and your daughter in order to meet him.”

“We can’t change that fact,” she said. “She’d want you to take care of him, keep an eye on him. Oh and remind him to take a break and slow down every once in a while. He always gets so caught up in work and being on the go. She had to calm him down sometimes.”

“I have noticed that trend,” you said. “I hope you don’t feel like he’s going to forget-”

“No we don’t worry about that. If we learned anything from this it’s just that you have to live while you have the chance,” he said as Arrow ran over.

“Y/N, I’m hungry,” she said. 

“Alright, munchkin. Why don’t we head home and maybe your grandma and grandpa will have lunch with us?” you asked.

“We’d love to,” they said. “We’ll meet you two there.”

“That went shockingly well,” said Jensen late that night when you were having an extra slice of JJ’s early birthday cake. “Those guys loved you.”

“I think we both got a little too worried over the parents situation. Dee’s parents were great, especially considering I nearly broke his knee. I’m really excited to meet yours next weekend.”

“It’s not too long of a drive up there. I haven’t been home in a long time. I’m looking forward to it too,” he said, a big smile on his face. “I’m really glad they liked you.”

“What’s not to love?” you said, Jensen smirking around his piece of cake. “You’re so hard on yourself. I’m really happy they like me too but even if they didn’t, there’s no problem there. You’re allowed to live your life. Dee wants you to keep living it.”

“I still wonder if she was just like ‘this boy is driving me nuts again, he needs a girl,’ and somehow shoved you into my life,” he said.

“Maybe. I mean, it was good timing that I was looking for a new job the same time you were looking for a nanny.”

“Did you ever report that last guy as an inappropriate employer?” he asked.

“I tell the agency but nothing criminal no. I mostly feel sorry for the families. Nannies are stability in the kids lives and leaving them isn’t easy. Unless they’re little shitheads but even then I don’t blame them, it’s the parents that turned them into it,” you said. 

“What’d you think of those three, when you met ‘em I mean,” he said.

“They’re all a little shy like you but they open up if they like you. They’re pretty damn funny. They got wit and sarcasm, even if they don’t know it yet. They’re kind and intelligent and they look to you in how to act like most kids. I knew they were good kids from the start.”

“You’re gonna be a great mom,” he said. You smiled and watched him eat a piece of cake, Jensen tilting his head. “You know they have called you mom before. All three of them. Accidentally but still.”

“Being a nanny has some of the roles of a parent but there’s still a difference,” you said.

“Yeah but you’ve never just been the nanny,” he said, scraping up some frosting with his fork. “Speaking of your sudden thrust into motherhood, the whole kids thing...how many of your own were you thinking of?”

“I don’t know. I don’t need to make a baby to love it. I was adopted and my mom loved me so much. I mean there’s already three of ‘em to chase after.”

“I’d like to have a baby with you. Someday,” he said. You dabbed your finger across some frosting on the plate and sucked on it, staring at him. “I know you do. Y/N there’s no more secrets. There’s never gonna be a secret between us ever again. Sometimes you get nervous but we have to talk about these things and everything. The big choices and the little ones we make together.”

“Honestly? I don’t want you to think I’ll love them less than a kid I make. I won’t. I will treat them all the same but I don’t know how to prove that to you.”

“You told me the day I hired you that I needed to hire someone I could trust, that trust was going to be so important. Y/N, I’ve never doubted your feelings for them. Shit, I’m pretty damn sure you were in love with them before me. And I get it because they aren’t scary. They can’t hurt you like the adults can. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I had a shred of doubt.”

“I gotta think about kids more I guess. How many, when. I don’t know that right now.”

“We’ll figure out all that when we’re ready. Just let me know and we’ll come back to this conversation,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You know...hearing about what you did at the store...that’s kinda super attractive you know.”

“Uh what?” you said, Jensen pulling you into his lap.

“You, going protective badass...that’s very, very hot you see,” he said. 

“You’re such a guy,” you said while he picked up the last piece of cake on his fork. 

“Well we-” he said as you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the dessert, pulling back with a smile. “Oh you shouldn’t have done that.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” you smirked. He narrowed his eyes and set his fork down before he was standing and flipped you over his shoulder. “Jensen! Put me down!”

“Do the crime, do the time!” he said, walking over to the stairs. “Hm...what to do with you...ah I know…”

“You know…” you said before he flipped you down onto the couch and plopped down on top of you, catching most of his weight on his hands on either side of you. “Troublemaker.”

“You love it,” he said. He leaned down and kissed you, your hands wandering to his hair, holding him close. You grinned and wrapped your legs around his waist, Jensen kissing you sloppy and cheeky and like a teenage boy making out for the first time. 

“Dad,” said JJ, rushing down the stairs. He dropped this forehead to yours and sighed.

“What is it?” he asked. He sat up and you both looked at her, spotting the pale tint of her skin. “Feel okay?”

“Jensen call an ambulance, now,” you said, pushing him off and going over to her. He sat up and you kneeled down next to her, her lips slightly blue. You put a hand on her chest and felt the labored breathing. “Did you eat something new tonight? Or did a bug bite you?”

“I stepped on a prickly in the bathroom a minute ago,” she said.

“Jesus,” said Jensen as he rushed into the kitchen. “She got stung by a scorpion.”

He grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and started unscrewing it.

“Jensen go see what the scorpion is and get rid of it before the twins find it,” you said. He left the bottle with you and shoved the phone against your ear. “Hi, sorry how much of the anti-venom do I give her?”

“There should be a child dosage on the bottle, half the cap,” the person on the other end said. You unscrewed the lid and poured some out, having her swallow it down. She whined and you didn’t blame her based on the smell. “An ambulance will be there shortly.”

“Thank you,” you said, spotting Jensen at the top of the stairs. He was holding his wrist and had a slightly smushed object in one of the clear plastic cups from the kids bathroom. “We have the scorpion.”

“EMT’s should be able to identify it,” she said, Jensen walking down slowly. He took a seat on the bottom step and shook his head. 

“Jensen?” you said, his hand reaching for the bottle. You moved his hand from his wrist and saw two dots there. “Shit. My fiance was stung too.”

“There’s a nest in the bathroom vanity,” he said, pouring himself a dose and knocking it back. “I blocked off the door but get the twins out of there, please.”

“JJ,” you said as you saw her color get better while Jensen was getting paler. You took your phone out of your pocket and dialed, handing it to her. “Tell Uncle Jared to come over right now.”

Five minutes later Jared was there, JJ and Jensen sat in the back of an ambulance, Jensen getting a shot of something in the leg.

“We’re taking them to West County,” said a paramedic.

“I’ll see you guys soon,” you said, JJ staring worriedly at Jensen who has holding his wrist again. Jared looked around as they took off and you sighed. “Hey.”

“JJ said she and Jay got stung by a scorpion?” he asked.

“She got one as far as they can tell. Jensen got three. There’s a nest in the bathroom cupboard,” you said.

“Idiot,” mumbled Jared. You raised and eyebrow and he shook his head. “He forgot to get the pest spray done this year I bet. Dee always handled that kind of stuff. They’ve had a scorpion problem before when they first moved in.”

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna take the twins and stay the night. I’ll call and get the spray guys in first thing in the morning. You go take care of those two,” he said. You nodded and he grabbed your arm when you headed for your car. “Wait five minutes to calm down.”

“Jared I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You just don’t know it. Go inside, get your purse, Jensen’s wallet, take a beat, okay?”

“Okay,” you said. “Make sure-”

“I got it. Go on,” he said. “Make sure he’s not freaking out. Last time he was at a hospital it wasn’t good.”

“Right. Okay. Call me if you need something. And stay away from the kids bathroom.”

“Y/N. I know. It’ll be alright, I promise.”

One Hour Later

“Is dad okay?” asked JJ from where she sat in your lap. Jensen peeled an eye open and smiled. 

“I’m okay. Sleepy is all. We’ll be home in a few hours,” he said. His wrist was bandaged and he had an IV in his arm but he’d taken the anti-venom soon enough that they had enough time to get the proper medication in both him and JJ. She was already discharged but you didn’t want to leave Jensen by himself.

“Mr. Ackles,” said a doctor when she walked in the room. “Your bloodwork came back and everything looks good.”

“Awesome,” he said, sitting up in bed. “Can I get out of here?”

“You got about fifteen minutes left on that IV drip but I’ll let the nurse know to start the paperwork. I want you to take it easy tomorrow. Nothing strenuous.”

“I got it,” he said with a nod. “Nothing strenuous.”

“Jensen,” you said around noon the next day, catching him unloading some wood from the back of his truck. “What are you doing?”

“I was gonna work on those shelves for the kid’s playroom,” he said. You crossed your arms and he threw his head back. “I feel fine. The nest got cleared out and the house got sprayed. I wanna work on this.”

“You have all the time in the world to do it. Work on it tomorrow,” you said, picking up the wood plank. He tried to take it out of your hands and you growled. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Please do what the doctor said and rest today,” you said. He bit his lip and you moved the pieces of wood into the garage, Jensen leaning back against the side of the truck when you shut the trunk. “You’re scared, aren’t you.”

He nodded and glanced at his wrapped up wrist, then down to the ground.

“Hospitals freak me out now,” he said. “I don’t like bugs. My body hurt and knowing I forgot to do something so simple put them in danger sucks. Knowing if she hadn’t come downstairs it might have been real bad sucks. If you hadn’t noticed I don’t know if I would have and it scares me not knowing.”

“Close your eyes for me,” you said. He shut them and took a deep breath, letting you take his hand and walk around to the back of the house. You spun him around a few times stopping him so he was facing the pool about twenty feet away. “Know where you are?”

“Somewhere in the middle of the backyard,” he said. “What are you doing?”

“You said not knowing scared you. Lots of times you don’t know. It’s kinda just how life works,” you said, dropping his hand and moving a few feet away. “Take a big step forward.”

“Y/N, I don’t like this,” he said, fidgeting his hand along the bottom of his shirt. 

“I know you don’t. But would I hurt you?”

“No,” he said. 

“So listen to me. Big step forward.” He took a step and you looked around. “Jump backwards.”

“What?”

“Jump backwards.” He frowned and took a small bunny hop back. “Again.”

“I feel ridiculous.”

“Says the guy who plays pretend for a professional career. Now hop back and then step to the right,” you said. He groaned and did as asked. “Jog forward until I say stop.”

“Are you trying to kill me out here cause I feel like I’m about to break my neck slipping in the pool.”

“I’m trying to get your anxiety out in a non-life threatening way, okay?”

“By having me jump around the backyard like an idiot.”

“By having you get comfortable with the fact that most of life is spent not knowing and you can’t change that fact. You can’t see it all coming.”

He threw his head back but kept his eyes shut. He stared to run towards you and you wrapped your arms around him when he got there, Jensen peeling them open slowly.

“See? I wasn’t gonna let anything bad happen,” you said. He nodded and rested his forehead on your shoulder, pulling you into a squeezing hug. “You okay?”

“I’m sorry for being short and not doing what the doctor asked,” he said.

“Hey, it’s alright. I got scared too last night. Everything is fixed now so no need to worry over it. Why don’t you take a nap and maybe we have a real quiet lazy day while Dee’s parents got the kids for the day,” you said. “Sound fun?”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll take quiet today.”

Three hours later Jensen was curled up with a blanket, his head resting in your lap as you watched a movie together. You played with his hair, Jensen turning into the touch every so often. 

“I know you’re worried about me,” he said. He turned and faced up at you, your fingers swirling in his strands. “I know I’m kinda clingy today which I’m normally not.”

“You can cling all you want, honey,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I wish life would give you a break for a second. No work, no badness. Just some peace and quiet for you.”

“My parents lived here after the accident. For a few months. They were here, Jared and Gen were over every day, my siblings would stop down every week. The first few months I understood. I had an injury I had to recover from. But I felt like a child those few months once I recovered. Everyone taking care of the kids, of me. I was barely a father to them. Playtime. A story at bed. Someone else made most of their meals, did everything for them.”

“You’re a father but you’re still someone’s child,” you said. He blinked and you shrugged. “You were hurt, possibly the worst out of anyone. I know taking care of everyone else is your default but people get to take care of you too. I get to take care of you.”

“I feel like all I do is get taken care of by you,” he said. “I never give it back.”

“You’ve given me a family again. You take care of me every single day.”

“I never see you getting upset. It’s always me. I’m always the fuck up,” he said. You slumped down and took a deep breath. 

“I get upset Jensen. I got upset that very first time we fought, that night with the ice cream. I got upset when you got jealous of that nanny in Canada and we saw my father the first time. I got upset telling you the truth of it all because you of all people don’t need problems like that dumped at your feet. I got upset when we saw him again because I was scared and I was scared he might hurt you too. I got upset when we fought when you got home and I got upset when you proposed because you were so scared and I get upset Jensen. I get upset when you’re hurt. I get upset when I hurt. But I don’t have all those safety nets under me that you do, remember? I just got a couple right now and you’re my last resort. I’ve been my own support system for so long that I can’t undo that all overnight. I know it’s been months but the fact I even let you see me cry, the fact I can even talk about this stuff with you and know all you’re thinking about is how to make me feel better...I still need to heal too. You’ve done so much already. I’m gonna have my moments where this is switched, believe me. But today’s not my turn for that, it’s yours.”

“I love you,” he said, staring up with the softest green eyes you’d ever seen on him yet. “Even more than five minutes ago if that’s possible.”

“I love you,” you said, bending down and kissing him. “You’re the expert on the falling in love stuff though so I’ll leave that up to you.”

“It’s very...it’s what you think it is and it’s not at all what you think. There’s falling and nerves and then calm and then falling and calm and you spend the rest of your life doing that. It’s not magic and it takes work to keep it alive sometimes but all you gotta do is talk. Just talk and it always seems to work out for me,” he said.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked. He nodded and smiled as you went back to playing with his hair.

“You know I really like when you do that,” he said.

“I know you do. It relaxes you,” you said.

“Makes me feel safe too,” he said. “But what’s your secret cause eventually I’m gonna want to know them all.”

“I was very attracted to you when we met. But that kinda freaked me out a bit. I found myself liking you a lot that first day I was here. You got me a birthday cake. I realized how kind you are that night. It wasn’t for anyone’s benefit other than my own. I had a crush on you, even though I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere.”

“I had a crush on you from when you made me a cup of coffee. You’re so good and kind yourself,” he said. He reached up and cupped your cheek. “I’m really happy you had your mom eventually. I would have liked to have met her.”

“Maybe she and Dee are hanging out wherever they are.”

“I hope so. She won’t mind sharing me with you,” he said.

“You honestly think so?” 

“You gonna mind sharing me with her?” he asked.

“I’ve always shared you. Just hope that wouldn’t bother her.”

“I used to think maybe it would but no, she wants me to be happy and that’s you so you got all eternity to get to know each other eventually if you think about it.”

“Well when you put it that way we got nothing to worry about,” you said.

“Oh don’t worry about that. I think your mom was right. I get to have two people is all, kinda like she did,” he said. 

“She would have liked you. Would have said you’re a little old for me but she would have liked you.”

“Wasn’t she older than Ray?” he asked.

“Yeah. She was. She was only fifty,” you said.

“You grew up too fast,” he said quietly.

“Maybe. But it got me here and I don’t think I would have done anything different. I wouldn’t want to screw that up. Well I’d do one thing different.”

“What?”

“Drop by this house, have a conversation with a certain someone.”

“Say hypothetically you had that ability, you’d really do that knowing what you’re giving up?”

“I’d give her back to you right this second if I could.”

“I appreciate that, really,” he said. He let his hand fall down and reach around your back, curling around your waist. “But she’s not more important than you are. I miss her. Everyday. But I lose one of you either way in that scenario. And I can’t choose. I’ll never be able to. If she were here and you weren’t, I’d still be just like this. It’d still hurt.”

“Make me a promise. I keel over early, you try again. Try for both of us.”

“I will if you will,” he said. He held up his pinky finger and you grabbed it with yours. “But he can’t be hotter than me.”

“Equally as hot?”

“Slightly less hot but that’s my final offer,” he said. 

“Eh, fine,” you said. “You’ve worn me down.”

“Always words I want to hear,” he chuckled. You slid further down the couch until you were practically laying back, your arms wrapping around him. He got up and lay down with you on the wrap around side of the couch, pulling you into his chest. “Can I take you to dinner tonight? Just us.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Okay, honey,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just thanks. For what you said. What you did earlier, just being with me,” he said.

“Lucky for you I like being with you a whole lot,” you said.

“Very lucky for me,” he said. “Very lucky indeed.”

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A/N: Read Part 11 here!

[divinerulerluvr]

Lovers Rock

Where Warren Lipka decides to end your fight with the only way he knew how.

Pairing - Warren Lipka x fem!reader

Words - 2.0k

Warnings - smut, angst, slapping kink, idk it's just very dirty

A/N - I decided to do an angry sex fic today and figured I'll do a Stoned Kit Walker smut sometime over the weekend. So enjoy this filthy smut piece because had fun writing it :)

Inspired by Lovers Rock by TV Girl

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It was around one in the morning on a Wednesday when you were hunched over your desk in your dorm room studying for your test.

A loud knock sounds through your room, causing you to jump. Standing from your chair, you open the door to your dorm room. Warren Lipka stands in your doorway, his lips pulled into a weak smile.

You sigh, looking off to the side as you prepare yourself for the future moments. “Can I come in? Please?” he asks, his voice softer than usual due to the fact you were in a community dorm hall.

Nodding, you let him into your room and close the door behind him. He sits on your bed, looking up to you with his beautiful, puppy dog eyes. You could tell he was tipsy. It had become a sixth sense to you. Detecting when he was drunk or high.

“What did you do this time?” you ask right away, your room still dark and the only light being from your desk lamp. Warren’s head falls and he stays silent. “I didn’t do nothing bad. I just… wanted to see you again. I needed some-some courage, you know?” he says, looking up to meet your gaze.

You cross your arms, feeling bad for having been so hard on him when you last saw him. “You gotta go, Warren. I have to study and I don’t have time for your shit today,”

Warren had been a completely different person lately. He gets drunk way too much, is stoned every hour of the day, rebellious, and plain old stupid.

“Baby, please,” he says, standing from your bed. “I was drunk and didn’t know what I was doing and--”

“That isn’t an excuse for cheating,”

He sighs, running his hand through his hair. “I dropped out of that scholarship,” he says, his voice flat and void of emotion. Your head snaps up, his words setting off an alarm in you. “Dropped out?” you repeat.

Nodding, you groan. “Fucking Warren,” you mumble. “Why did you do that? You’re fucking nineteen. You gotta find something to do with your life. Weed and alcohol won't always be there for you,”

“It was stupid. It’s not my fault I don’t wanna be at college on a fucking sports scholarship,” he rebuttals quickly, his voice rising to match your tone.

“You’re fucking stupid,” you insult. He glares at you briefly before closing his eyes. “I don’t want to contribute to corporate America, Y/n. I’m not a sucker like you. I’m not wasting four years of my life in school. High school was hell enough,”

“A sucker like me?” you echo, your eyebrows raised in question. Warren catches what he was saying and presses his lips together. His silence was patronizing. “Elaborate, please. You always talk about ‘contributing to corporate America’ and yet you’re the biggest contributor I know,”

“How’s that?” he asks, his head tilted in offense.

“You just are. Stop complaining and practice what you preach,” you huff, your voice raising even more as you get heated.

You stare at each other for a moment, the silence slowly cutting away at the words you both just said. “Get out, Warren. I was clear about what I wanted yesterday and I still feel that way,” you say in a quiet voice, your eyes failing to meet his.

He sighs, biting his lower lip. “Y/n, come on,” he tries.

“Get… out,”

Begrudgingly, he walks away from you and towards the door. You sit down on the edge of your bed, your head falling as you rub your dry eyes. Not hearing the door open or close, you instead hear Warren inhale sharply.

“I’m not fucking leaving,” he digs his heels in. Your eyes snap up to look at him, a look of both confusion and anger on your face. “What?” you ask incredulously.

“I’m not leaving because you clearly don’t want me to,”

“So the phrase ‘get out’ now means to be an ass and act like you know me?”

He stares at you for a second, his eyes locked relentlessly on yours. “You don’t want me to leave,” he insists. You roll your eyes, looking away from him. The next thing you know, he has his hand wrapped around your throat as he stares down at you.

“I hate you,” you seethe as he squeezes the sides of your neck. He smirks, chuckling softly. “I hate you more,” he plays along. Using his leverage on your throat, he pushes you back onto your bed.

You gasp, watching him tear off his shirt and undo his belt buckle. You pull your own clothes off as well, stripping until you were in just a bra and panties.

He wore just his boxers as he got on the bed and leaned over you, his lips sloppily meeting yours. You could taste the beer on his lips but you didn’t mind much. The kiss was hot and aggressive which only turned you both on even more.

Your hands go down to his waist but he quickly grabs your wrists, pinning them above you on the bed. His grip hurt but it felt nice. It had been a few days which was a long time in Warren’s world so he was especially riled up.

Using his free hand, he pulls off your underwear in one swift motion. You stay silent, not wanting to boost his ego by moaning, whimpering, or begging. He doesn’t do what he normally would do like tease you with soft touches or kisses and instead jumps straight to fucking you.

Your eyes screw shut as he pushes his dick into your pussy. It hurt since he wasn’t even trying to be nice. But you liked it. Hell, you enjoyed it. The way he was just using you recklessly.

Holding back from making noise, Warren starts snapping his hips back and forth, creating a brutal yet pleasurable pace. Your eyes flutter open as he groans softly, seeing the angelic look on his face that made you not want to hate him.

The way his brows furrowed and how he bit on his lower lip. The lust in his dark eyes and how his hair fell over his face.

Your hands squeeze into fists, his hand still binding your wrists together in a vice-like grip that would definitely leave a mark. A soft moan escaped your lips and you feel a sharp sting on your cheek where he had slapped you.

His hand grips at your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he fuck you mercilessly. You feel embarrassment flood your body as his eyes meet yours. “Shut up,” he orders darkly. You pathetically nod, biting your tongue.

It was difficult to keep quiet and Warren knew this. That was the whole point. He felt so good inside of you that you were destined to moan at least once.

And that’d just warrant another slap.

The bed creaks with each thrust he makes, the noise an obvious signifier to other kids in the dorm hall of what was going on. Warren liked the noise your bed made. Because he knew that in turn, you were embarrassed by how loud the creaking could get.

Your body shudders, each nerve ending electrified as you relax in an attempt to keep quiet. Warren made noises just to brag about being able to make noise. Soft groans and grunts and whispers of curse words.

“You hate me, huh?” he taunts, his lips grazing your cheek as he leans over you. “Why are you dripping then?”

Your eyes flutter shut, a heavy exhale through your nose being the only sound you could make. He appreciates your reaction, fucking you as hard as he could. Which, to be fair, was pretty hard.

“It’s because you love being used, isn’t that right?” he continues taunting, speaking in rhetorical questions to further agonize her inability to respond.

You were unreasonably wet for him. Being used like this turned you on more than it should. Anything Warren did was hot. Anything he said, anything he suggested. You were willing to do anything if he wanted to. Not because you’re a sucker, but because he’s so good at it.

The hand on your jaw trails down your body, his hot and possessive touch making your skin break out in goosebumps.

He presses a kiss to your jaw, his lips dragging across your warm skin until he reaches your ear. “My sweet, good Y/n,” he whispers teasingly. You let out a weak moan, only earning another sharp slap to your cheek, the opposite cheek from before.

Silencing yourself, you feel your orgasm coming with each thrust Warren made. He could tell, too. By how you began to thrash underneath him. He pulls your bra down, revealing your chest to him.

His lips meet your nipples, the sensation making it even more difficult to stay quiet. Your walls clench around his dick, your orgasm coming quicker than you expected.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” he antagonizes.

You nod weakly, your breathing heavy as his thumb replaces his mouth on your nipple. “But I thought you hated me? If somebody hates somebody else, they usually don’t want to cum from them,” he counters.

Your skin had become sticky with sweat, Warren’s chest pressed against your only creating a furnace between you two. “I-I don’t hate you,” you try.

His thrusts slow down, edging you off the edge of an orgasm. You groan, looking at Warren who wore a snobby smile. “I said no speaking,” he whispers, his lips grazing yours. You rock your hips slightly, trying to take advantage of how he was still inside of you.

Removing his hand from around your wrists, he snakes his hand under your back and flips you around so he’s laying on the bed and you’re saddling his waist. “Work for it and you can make all the noise you want, pup,”

With a quiet whimper, you start moving your hips back and forth instead of up and down due to how tired you were. “No, no, no. Do it like you mean it,” he corrects by grabbing your hips and guiding your up and down movements.

A cool burn spreads through your thighs as you ride him. Warren removes your bra completely as your head falls back and breathy moans leave your lips.

He watches you ride him with a proud smile, his hands roaming your body freely as you indulge in your own pleasure. You bring yourself to the edge, a wave of pleasure consuming your body as you orgasm.

A moan of relief falls from your lips as you collapse on his chest, your legs feeling like rubber underneath you. You felt bad about not letting him finish so with the little bit of energy you had left, you trailed your lips down his body until you reach his dick.

His head falls back as you start giving him a blow job. His fingers thread through our hair as you bob your head up and down on his dick.

It didn’t take long for him to cum in your mouth. A sharp exhale leaves his lips as he places his finger under your jaw and pulls you from his legs so you’re back on top of him. He pulls your chin down, opening your mouth to see his cum pooling on your tongue.

With a smile of satisfaction, he pushes your mouth closed. “Swallow,”

You obey his order, swallowing his slightly salty cum. He runs his thumb over your lips, pulling your mouth back open to make sure all of his cum was swallowed. When he saw it was, he pulled you off him and into his side.

Resting your head on his shoulder, your hand traces his defined abs. “My parents got a divorce,” he says randomly. You look at him, your brows furrowed in question.

“You wanna stay with me for a bit?” you offer.

“Nah. Spencer and I have some plans we’ve been going over. We’re about to come into a lot of money,” he smirks at you.

You smile thinking it was something good.

It wasn't.

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the girl next door ~ rodrick heffley;diary of a wimpy kid

word count: 1675

request?: yes!

waaaavyguurl “hey! could you do a rodrick heffley imagine where in rodrick rules the fem!reader has just moved in a house next to the heffley’s and she’s in maths class with rodrick. she’s kinda a genius, so he asks her to help him with hw and they start dating ?? maybe with an insert of greg who understands they’re together when he sees them dancing at the party ?? thank u <3″

description: in which rodrick falls for the smart girl next door

pairing: rodrick heffley x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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His mother had been adamant about the entire Heffley family going to greet their new neighbors just a day after they moved in. Susan spent the whole night making brownies, with Manny’s “help”, and had them boxed up and ready to go the next morning.

“What if they’re allergic to brownies?” Greg asked after Frank had to literally drag him out of bed.

“They’re made from scratch, so the only allergies in it are dairy and gluten,” Susan responded.

“Why couldn’t this have waited till tonight?” Rodrick groaned. “Give them some time to breathe before we scare them off.”

“If we wait too long we’ll look like rude neighbors!”

Rodrick rolled his eyes. He was sure none of the other people on the block had went to meet the new neighbors yet, but there was no talking Susan Heffley out of something once she set her mind to it.

She made the boys dress up in their nicest clothes, which for Rodrick was a pair of jeans without holes in them and a plain black t-shirt, before they made their way across the street. Rodrick let out an annoyed sigh as Susan knocked on the door and they waited.

A girl that looked about Rodrick’s age answered the door. Rodrick couldn’t help but stand up a little straighter as her eyes wandered over the family before her. “Uh...hi?”

“Hello!” Susan greeted. “We’re the Heffleys; I’m Susan, this is my husband, Frank, and my boys, Manny, Greg, and Rodrick. We just wanted to come over and welcome you and your parents to the neighborhood with some homemade brownies!”

“Nice to meet you,” the young girl greeted. “I’m (Y/N). You guys actually just missed my parents. They both work morning shifts, they won’t be home until sometime this evening.”

Rodrick held back his desire to tell his mother “I told you so”.

“Wait, so you’re here by yourself?” Greg asked. “That’s so cool!”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I appreciate the gesture none the less, and my parents will, too. I’ll tell them you stopped by, they’ll probably invite you guys back for dinner sometime.”

“That’d be great!” Susan said. “We’ll wait for your call!”

Greg and Manny were the first to break away from their parents, excitedly running back to the house to play video games and watch cartoons like they normally did on a weekend morning. Susan chased after Manny, telling him not to run across the street without her, while Frank just silently left. Rodrick stayed a moment, trying to think of something to say to (Y/N).

“I-I guess I’ll see you at school on Monday,” he finally managed to say, immediately cringing at the stupid thing he decided to say.

(Y/N) smiled at this, though, and responded, “Yeah, I’ll see you Monday. It’ll be nice to already know a friendly face.”

Rodrick smiled back and nodded. (Y/N) closed the door as Rodrick turned away, silently celebrating to himself before joining his family back at the Heffley household.

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That Monday, Rodrick tried not to seem too obvious as he looked around for (Y/N) at school. He couldn’t hide his disappointment when he couldn’t find her the first half of the day.

When she walked into his sixth period math class, Rodrick smiled widely and waved at her. She smiled back and quickly sat in the empty seat next to him.

“Hey! I finally found you!” she said. “This school is so big, and there’s so many people!”

“Yeah, it is pretty big,” Rodrick responded, lamely. “How have your classes been so far?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “They’re, you know, classes. I feel like I can’t form an opinion on anything yet.”

Before Rodrick could ask anymore questions, the teacher came in to start the class.

Math class always dragged on, but that day it felt like it was going at a pace even slower than a snail. Rodrick wanted nothing more than for the class to just end so he could talk to her more.

“The answer is six,” (Y/N) whispered to herself.

Rodrick looked over at her. “What?”

(Y/N) looked at him. Her face was confused at first until she realized she had spoken out loud. Before she could respond, the teacher asked, “Do you two have something to add Miss. (Y/L/N)? Mr. Heffley?”

The two exchanged a look before (Y/N) responded. “The answer to the equation is actually six. You mixed up on your second to last calculation.”

A snicker came from her classmates as the teacher rolled his eyes at her. “I can assure you my calculations are correct Miss. (Y/L/N).”

“I’m not saying they’re all wrong, just the second to last calculation.” (Y/N) rose from her seat and made her way to the whiteboard. “May I?”

“Oh sure, since you know everything.”

(Y/N) ignored his sarcastic tone and erased everything that was on the board except for the starting equation. Rodrick watched as (Y/N) rewrote the entire equation down to the last step, in which she changed the workings to equal six.

The entire room seemed to hold their breath as (Y/N) turned to their teacher. He had a blank expression on his face before letting out a sigh. “Okay, I see your point. Well done Miss. (Y/L/N), now go sit down.”

(Y/N) returned to her seat next to Rodrick, her cheeks tinted pink.

When class finally ended, Rodrick and (Y/N) left together. “That was so impressive! You’re, like, a math genius.”

“My parents have been teaching me basically since I was born,” (Y/N) explained. “They basically made me an overachiever since birth.”

“That’s cool, though. Maybe you could help me with my homework sometime.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Yeah! I’d love to!”

~~~~~~~

Rodrick watched (Y/N) talk to some friends in the living room from his spot in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but smile when she laughed at whatever one of the girls had said.

(Y/N) had really opened up in the months following her moving in. She had gained a great group of friends and had opened up a lot to the people in their grade. She was no longer the shy new girl, but now the smart, semi-popular girl that everyone loved.

“How long till you tell mom and dad about (Y/N)?” Greg asked as he came to stand next to his big brother.

“Disintegrate child,” Rodrick hissed. “Wait, how do you know about me and (Y/N)?”

Greg scoffed. “Come on, Rodrick. You’ve never looked at a girl the way you look at her, among other very obvious tells. You are totally in love with her.”

“Whoa, whoa. Back it up little bro. In love is a strong word. I like her a lot at the most.”

“Like who a lot?”

(Y/N) walked up to the brothers and threw an arm over Rodrick’s shoulder. He felt his heart starting to race at just her close proximity, and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face knowing she was there next to him.

Okay, maybe I love her a little bit.

“What lucky girl has taken little Rodrick’s heart?” (Y/N) continued with their “friends” bit.

“You can drop it. Greg knows about us.”

(Y/N) sighed with relief as she dropped her arm from Rodrick’s shoulder. “Good. There was no way I was going to be able to pretend that Rodrick liked someone else. I was sure I was gonna crack.”

Rodrick wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder and kissed her forehead. (Y/N) leaned into his embrace, a dreamy smile on her face as she peered up at her boyfriend. Greg looked between the two of them, an amused smile on his face.

“I’m happy for you guys,” he said. “But, just remember (Y/N), you could do so much better than Rodrick.”

Rodrick untangled himself from Greg just long enough to feign a threatening punch. Greg took off as soon as Rodrick’s hand went up, disappearing into the crowd of party people around him. Rodrick shook his head and rolled his eyes as (Y/N) laughed.

“He’s smarter than you give him credit for,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Don’t give him too much credit, it’ll go to his already massive sized head,” Rodrick warned her.

(Y/N) laughed before giving Rodrick a quick peck on her lips. “So, Greg has already figured us out. When do we tell your parents?”

Rodrick sighed as he pulled (Y/N) tightly against them. “Realistically, they’re the next step. I don’t need Greg having anything else he can hold over my head as leverage or blackmail. But...I really don’t want you to meet them. Not because I don’t think they’d like you, they already love you more than they love the three of us. It’s just...mom is super overbearing, especially with girlfriends. The last one I had that I brought to meet them, mom straight up asked her if she planned to ever have kids and get married after graduating high school.”

(Y/N) covered her mouth to try and stifle the laugh that came out. She had met Susan Heffley a few times in passing when doing homework with Rodrick, and even in the few times she had met Rodrick’s mom, she knew that Rodrick’s story was not an exaggeration.”

“Dad is just boring,” Rodrick continued. “He doesn’t do much besides work and collect figurines. He’ll probably ask you if you’ll talk me out of being in the band and actually doing something with my life.”

(Y/N) leaned into Rodrick again. “I won’t push you. You have your reasonings for not wanting me to meet them, and I understand those reasonings. But, just so you know, they’re not gonna chase me away from you. I’m in this for the long haul, Heffley. You’re stuck with me until you get tired of me.”

Rodrick smiled and kissed (Y/N) again. “I’ll never get tired of you, (Y/L/N).”