#I think I might've changed Adam completely oh no

[atlasventuress]

To be loved ,

Is to be known.

° - After the events of Saw , (in a universe where Adam also survived the bathroom with the help of John Kramer) Adam Stanheight and Lawrence Gordon found themselves frequently meeting up (as a way to kill time or because they missed the others company, neither really knew the answer) , albeit discreetly. Adam suggested an empty alleyway that no one used , Lawrence suggested (and went with) Hotel Barfly.

° - Much to Adam's dismay, he would've liked to smoke a cigarette and witness the beauty that was of Lawrence Gordon. The high would've made him look more ethreal than he already was.

° - Their chats consisted of, "How are you doing?" or "Just checking in." To Lawrence, these meet ups seemed normal. From a doctors perspective, checking in on someone's well-being was a second instinct. It just occurred naturally. He'd save Adam the boredom of oncology. No rebellious, smoking man would want to hear about how he had a follow-up with a patient who’s been in remission for a year after he treated his colorectal cancer.

° - And he'd save Adam the sob story of his divorce from Alison and losing custody of Diana, but it felt nice when Adam would give him a gentle smile and promise it'd work out. Then prepare him some spaghetti to cheer him up. Soon thereafter, Lawrence began looking forward to meeting with Adam every week. (Not just because of Adam's good cooking, which surprised Lawrence too.)

° - But to Adam, this was like being handed a new lens, one that brought the blurry edges of his life into sharp focus. It was new. And it confused Adam at first. What do you mean you can get to know each other... Without sex?

° - Sometimes Adam would get suspicious. This was too good to be true. And the suspicions only rose up once both of them established a relationship. It caught Lawrence off guard, since Adam would do a lot, and then ask him if they could watch a movie together at the end of the day. His concerns only rose up when he and Adam were cleaning, Adam washing the dishes, and Lawrence reached over Adam to grab a cup to fill with water. And Adam flinched. He dropped the plate in his hand, and covered his face with his arms.

° - It seemed like a reflex. And watching Adam scramble to pick up the pieces of what was once a plate, murmuring apologies over and over again, made something inside of Lawrence tick. Adam, the one who would flip off cops ("Adam stop-" "What? It's funny as shit."), worked as Jigsaws personal photographer, often smirking when those victims got put into traps and made crude and sarcastic comments about it, was acting like a feeble child who was afraid.

° - Lawrence had remembered when Adam mentioned his punk vegan ex-girlfriend breaking up with him because she thought he was too angry, and assumed there might've been something that happened between them, but he quickly thought against it. After all, she broke up with him. Then it clicked.

Scott Tibbs.

° - "Yeah, me and Scott were friends for years. He did stab me with a rusty nail on my 8th birthday, but he claimed it was to 'toughen me up', whatever the fuck that means. We got together when we were in high school. Broke up after four years. I still talked to him, but I haven't heard from him in a while. I used to do photoshoots for his shit band. "

° - Lawrence felt that there was something off about that guy. And he never met him. He eventually asked Adam, who brushed off the subject. But Lawrence continued to ask. Adam sat him down one night, and told him the complete story.

° - "When I met Scott, both of us had bad home lives. My deadbeat dad would beat me and my mom up to a pulp, and his mom was an alcoholic who constantly had guys over. I think she was a prostitute. Because of how similar we were, we stuck close. I almost cut him off that one time he stabbed me with a nail. We would vandalize properties, he'd bring his mom's liquor, and I'd sneak my dad's cigarettes. One night, while we were absolutely wasted and on cloud nine, we kissed. Of course we had sex before, but that wasn't.. romantic, you know? When he kissed me, I finally felt what my dumbass mom and shitass dad lacked."

° - "We were together for the entirety of high school. And when we graduated, we both ran away. I mean, who the fuck wants to deal with that shit of a homelife. It wasn't until we were both on our own that he started to change. He would yell, sure, but he never laid a hand on me with the intent of hurting me." ("But he stabbed you with a nail-") "... He became manipulative, emotionally distant, selfish, rude, narcissistic. Even his own friends didn't like him. The beatings became regular, and I'm a twink for fucks sake, and I got used to it. Pretty sure he stuck around for the sex. I mean, that's what he said I was good for. Nothing else. I cut it off. But I could never really cut him out of my life, you know? How can you ghost a guy who's seen you at your worst, after you dad beat you up and you were black and blue. I don't know. "

° - Adam paused. "This is the longest I've ever spoken about my trauma I don't like it." Lawrence would simply chuckle and pull him for a hug. And Adam, for once, didn't push him off after a couple of seconds, but rather let himself go slack in the embrace.

° - The smell of that dad cologne mixed with cinnamon always managed to calm his nerves down. He didn't feel scared to ask for simple things anymore. The trauma that came from his childhood and dating Scott Tibbs that shaped his personality and the way he was soon deteriorated in Lawrence's presence.

° - "To be loved, is to be known. " is what his mom once said. And for years he pondered on that thought. This was love.

° - Who needs trust exercises when you can both just go through similar trauma together?

[lilacskyly]

My Life For Yours: Part 2 (Satoru Gojo x Reader Soulmate AU)

(This might not be good my bad boss)

“Yo Suguru!! Who's this with ya?” he came up to you and Geto. He couldn't help from smiling like an idiot the whole time. Seeing you alive… was pure bliss. 

“Oh, Satoru? What are you doing here? Thought you were supposed to be in a meeting or something?” Geto asked.

He rubbed the back of his head. “About that… might've skipped it!” 

“... you’re an idiot..” Geto sighed before turning to you. “Forgive him, he’s… special to say the least.” You covered your mouth while you laughed, making his heart soar. Geto eyed him, seeming to notice his happiness upon seeing you. “... anyways.. Like I was saying, Y/N–”

“Y/N? Heh, that’s a pretty name..” he muttered, hoping you’d hear. You giggled once more, rolling your eyes at him. 

“You’re Gojo, aren’t you?” you asked him. He froze before muttering ‘mhm’. “It’s nice to finally meet you! Suguru talks about you all the time!”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too… Y/N..”

You smiled towards him, that same smile that you gave him when you died. You explained you had to go to a meeting now and waved goodbye to both him and Geto. As soon as you were out of sight, Suguru turned to him. “... Satoru, you were surprisingly nice to her…”

“Oh? Was I? Is that… bad or something?” he joked. 

Suguru shook his head, “No, not at all. Just… think you made her day is all.”

He cocked his head, “Huh? Why?”

“Oh nothing. Now head to your meeting before you miss it completely.” 

Before he knew, time seemed to skip to another moment within both of your lives. 

“Goji!!” you greeted him, running up to him happily. “Guess what!?”

“What is it?” he practically cooed.

“They finally consider me a special grade sorcerer!” you excitedly said.

Time froze for a second, a path unfolded before him. He looked towards the left one first.

“For real? How the hell? No offense Y/N but… you’re really weak…”

Yeah, no. He’s not going down that path again.

The right path was a clear slate, a re-do. Of course he took it.

“That’s amazing Y/N!! I’m so proud of you!” he exclaimed. He could see your eyes shine as he smiled towards you. Gods he missed this. “Have you told Suguru yet? Betcha he’d be just as proud!”

“Oh! I should! C’mon! Let’s go tell him!” you took his hand in yours before sprinting away.

Next scene.

He sat with Suguru. He remembers this, but why does it matter in whether you die or not? “So… Satoru… what do you think of Y/N?”

Another path laid out before him as the scene distanced itself from him. As the scene got further away, he could see you outside the door, listening in on him and Suguru’s conversation. 

Left path. 

“Man.. I dunno… I just don’t get why she’s here I guess… she can’t fight, she can’t keep up with us… she’s only hurting herself by being here…”

He shivered hearing those words come out of his mouth. He chose the right path again.

“... she’s… honestly amazing. She’s adamant about growing stronger… and I want to be there for her to help her along that path.” Suguru smirked at him, as if asking ‘is that so?’

“You care for her.. Don’t you?” Suguru asked.

“... heh.. Yeah.. I think so.” He looked towards the door where you were standing outside. “I think I really do..”

Next Scene. 

Here it was, the pivotal moment. You found out about him going to fight Toji. You were pleading with him to come. Here was his moment to change what happened.

“Gojo please! I.. I want to help you!” you begged.

It pained his heart to deny you, but he knew what would happen if he didn’t. “Y/N… no. I’m sorry but no.. this will be dangerous.. He’s already killed before, I’m not letting him get the possibility to hurt you either.”

“But–!” your eyes were flooded with emotion, desperation. It’s like you knew something he didn’t.

“Look… Y/N.. I..” This is it, he can finally tell you how he truly feels. “.... I love you. I’m not letting you put yourself in danger for me. I.. I don’t want to live in a world without you in it.”

You paused, your expression unreadable. He could see tears swell in your eyes. Shit.. this really doesn’t feel good. Yet, it feels like the world is finally off his shoulders. He looked towards you, smiling the same smile you gave him on that day. “Goodbye Y/N..”

Next Scene.

Fighting with Toji never felt so relieving. He knew Toji’s moves, but refused to dodge them. He’s never felt so free. The time came for him to die. Less than a minute now. He’s won. He’s saved you.

Or at least he thought.

“Gojo! No!” 

What.

Did he just hear you shout? But.. no, that can’t be. He changed it, he changed your fate. So why… why are you here!?

You used your technique on him just like last time. You gave that same damned smile. You died. You died. You died you died you died you died.

History repeated itself. He decimated Toji’s body, along with the surrounding area, leaving a crater in its wake. He brought your body back to Jujutsu High, he heard the same damned words from Yaga.

Yet, one thing changed.

Just as he was about to leave, Yaga stopped him.

“... Gojo. I believe this is for you.” Yaga said, handing him a crumbled and bloodied piece of paper. He cocked his head. “It’s from Y/N.” Yaga finished. He opened it instantly, almost tearing the paper as he did.

“Satoru Gojo. I know what you did. I know what happens when I’m not there. You die. You die and don’t come back. I’m sorry. I know I’m selfish but I can’t let you die. The world needs you Satoru, I need you. Stop trying to prevent the inevitable, Toru. I love you. 

Your Y/N”

My Life For Yours (Satoru Gojo x Reader Soulmate AU)

This is just the first part, planning on doing a part 2 and maybe 3.

Satoru Gojo didn't believe you two were fated to be soulmates. Hell, he refused to believe it. How could he not? You were one of his fellow students in Jujutsu High, introduced to him by your friend Suguru Geto. You were considered a special grade sorcerer, but how was that when you were so weak? You couldn't fight, you could only support others, taking the blows for them with your cursed technique. With each blow thrown an ally's way, you used your technique to save them. The blow would always get blasted back to the enemy, but why would you harm yourself for that? Why go out of your way to protect someone you barely knew? He just couldn't wrap his head around it.

Maybe that's why he still can't wrap his head around what you did.

You found out he was going to fight Toji. You insisted you come along, he of course refused. You were too weak to help anyways. But you were a persistent one. You somehow convinced him to let you tag along as long as you didn't “get in the way”.

He wishes he didn't say that nor that he let you come along.

You hid while he and Toji were fighting, you didn't even let him know where you were. Maybe you were just waiting for that moment, the moment that was meant to kill him. 

Toji would've killed him if not for you using your technique on him in a split second. The blow that was meant for him engulfed you, he swears you died on the spot then. But as you fell down, never to get up again, you smiled at him. Your voice rang through his head then. “Now, win this.” You died that day, Gods he wishes he didn't let you go. But with your death, his cursed energy soared. He easily defeated Toji after that, but he didn't feel satisfied. He kept sending blow after blow to Toji’s corpse till it was reduced to nothing. He went down to recover your body, seeing you still had that stupid smile spread across your face, with tear stains on your cheeks. 

He was the one who brought you back to announce your death to Jujutsu High. “So… she finally did it…” Yaga told him. “She finally gave her life to someone else.”

He didn't understand what he meant. It was only later that he found that's why you were considered a special grade. You quite literally gave your power to him, making him stronger than before, giving him your life force. You were now a part of him. 

He swears he sees you wherever he goes. You with that stupid fucking smile. He remembers screaming at your image, screaming that it was your fault he feels like this. And what did you do? You just smiled the whole time, albeit a bit sadder now. 

He would visit your grave constantly, a grave that simply had your name plastered on it with the word “Oyasumi”. He hated that. He hated how you were reduced to just a piece of stone. 

The last time he saw you was when he destroyed it. He couldn't control himself, his anger, his hate, his despair. He destroyed the only thing that was keeping you in this world. When the dust cleared, he saw you standing there, waving goodbye to him before walking away in the midst of the new morning.

“She's not coming back…” he heard someone say from behind him. He almost attacked that person too. They stopped him however, introducing themselves as ‘the prophet’. They gave you a choice. Kill them there and never be able to see you again, or attempt to change the past. Change the past? He remembers thinking. How stupid is this person? After hesitating to attack, the person came forward to him, offering him a bundle of forget-me-nots to him. He thought it was a sick joke. He was the only one to bring those flowers to your now decimated grave. He threw the flowers down, demanding the person explain why they were here.

“Simple, I just can't stand to see someone lose their soulmate.”

His…. Soulmate?

“She was yours, you know. And yet… you treated her like a mere pest. Yet she still gave her life to support you, to make you stronger than ever. Why?”

He was going to kill this person if they continued like that. 

“I can give you a chance to re-do it all. To find her again, to make things right. After all, you love her, no?”

And so, here he was. Watching you from afar as you hung out with Suguru before you two were even supposed to meet. Now was his chance to make up for what he did. Now was the chance to give his life to you.

[minyoongees]

FANTASY || JHS

✧ pairing: boyfriend!hoseok x reader

✧ genre: crack, smut 

✧ word count: 1.4k

✧ summary: When Hoseok hears the shower running, he can’t help but let his fantasies run wild.

✧ snip: “Who is the intruder in the bathroom he just had potential sex with

✧ warnings: mentions of oc’s body parts in sexual ways, mention of hobi’s body parts in sexual ways, doggy style, begging, hair pulling, mild edging, mentions of an intruder, oc being waaayyy too close to her sister (yes this counts as a warning, y’all single child won’t get it), embarrassing situations

I’d be glad to know what you think of this! 

The sound of keys jiggling fills up the empty hallways, practiced hands opening the lock within seconds. It opens with a creak and he cringes. For any sound from him could alert you of his presence and it could shatter his plans of scaring you.

He tip toes inside, softly sliding the keys into his dress pants' pocket. He strides forward slowly to your room, hoping to find you sitting on the vanity so he can scare you enough for you to mess up your eyeliner (he's pure evil and he knows that).

But an empty room and the sound of the shower running bums him out.

“Y/n baby we're gonna be late this way!” He calls out in the general direction of the shower door.

He lifts his arm to look at the watch on his wrist, “It's 7 already! We'll miss our reservation, just try to be quick yeah? I'm waiting outside in your room.”

So much for scaring you, he's got the scare now. They'd cancel the reservation he worked so hard on to book. It's not really a special day, but it really is. It's the same day 2 years ago you and him had sex for the first time after 3 months of dating. Now it wouldn't be something that special, you see (at least not special enough to work a month overtime to afford that expensive restaurant). But you had such explosive sex that day, you couldn't let this opportunity go now.

That day he made you cum 4 times, discovered your love for his tongue and discovered how you it makes you go dizzy when he chokes you a little. He loves to see your ass jiggle when he hits it from behind,

“Hobi, please-”

“What is it baby, what do you want”

You didn't even know what you were begging for, your head was empty except for Hoseok's dick and the way he was making you feel.

“What do you want?” he growled again with a particular sharp thrust of his hips and even any slight thought you might have had, flew out the window. The pleasure made your muscles relax to the point it was hard to speak. So he took the hint for himself.

He grabbed your hair, pulled your back to his chest and began grinding in you. The sudden change in positions had his dick grazing your insides from an angle that gave you the leverage to come back to reality. You moaned and whined so loud at the sensation. The knot in your stomach was loosening up, you were losing your orgasm but you were still so on the edge of it. You whined again, tryna back up into him and he, just chuckled. He chuckled. At your misery. That's right.

But before you could do something about it, Hoseok started thrusting again at a fast set pace.

“Good girls don't whine y/n and you know it, they take what's given to them” He growled.

He snakes his arm around your waist, fingers to your clit and other hand lingering on your neck. He bends you forward and hits right at the spot which makes you go limp in his arms. Any smart reply on your tongue is swallowed back down. Your orgasm creeping back up on you, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“This is hands down the best sex I've had”

That's what you said to him in the heat of the moment and he hasn't forgotten it ever since. Even in the later hours it kept him wondering what exactly was it that he did to make you feel this way. Though he couldn't pin it exactly, but whatever was it he did, it only got better. Maybe it was the day you got to know one another' s body more, or got more comfortable with each other, but it really did change the way you look at each other now.

He can still hear the shower running. But he's got something else on his mind now.

He lifts himself off your bed and walks to your bathroom door and leans on one shoulder there.

“Hey sweetie!” He calls out, and waits for you to answer.

The shower stops running and he's met with complete silence. He knows you're listening.

“Remember the time you said I was the best sex you've ever had?” Yes, he knows he's twisting your words around, but he cannot bring himself to care enough.

“That was when I tried chocking you for the first time, you were so submissive for me, eyes all droopy. You couldn't even talk all your smart comebacks died down in your throat. Oh I remember the way your ass jiggled and the way you moaned so much, like, it's the most motherfucking beautiful sound I've heard in my life,” getting father away into his memories he didn't even realize when he started to palm himself in his pants.

“Oh I can't wait to see you tonight in that red satin dress of yours. You always look like such a sin, always so submissive for me, making me feel proud that they all know who you belong to.” he violently palms himself, his own hammy fantasies taking him too far. He couldn't think straight. Not right now when all his blood from his brain had rushed to his dick.

“I can't wait to come home and taste your lips like champagne, can't wait to pepper kisses all over your chest and thighs, eat you like the three course meal you are and kiss your fingertips—”

He seemed so adamant on fucking you that the time constraint seemed nothing like a problem to him anymore. But before he could execute it-

The keys jiggle again and he hears the familiar creak of your door opening. Wait- Who else had your keys?

He runs outside the bedroom to find you setting the groceries down on the table.

If you're here then who's in the bathroom taking a shower he just had potential sex with??

Automatically, he assumes the worst when all the blood rushes back to his brain.

“Oh hey Hoseok, when did you get here?” You chime.

“y/n!”

You turn to him startled and he grips your shoulders tight.

“y/n listen to me, now don't panic and listen,” he said, a little too exasperated for him not to be panicking himself “there is an intruder in your house and he's in the shower, I have no idea who he is but you lock the door and I'll call 911, it's okay we don't have to panic—”

“Wait what? The intruder is showering?” you question, like it's the stupidest thing ever, because it is!

“What are you talking about?” you laugh and say.

You took in his form, his formal shirt and those dress pants, silver hoops dangling from his ears, his blonde hair styled back. A small smile arose your lips at the sight of him.

“You forgot didn't you?” you take his hands off your hands and hold them in your hands, “Baby remember how I postponed our date to tomorrow 2 weeks ago because Jisoo was coming over?”

He turns his head back to look at her head peeking out of the door, hair dripping wet, tryna hold in a laugh.

You both look at each and start laughing. Hoseok drags himself to the couch, embarrassed, "Yeah yeah laugh all you want”

He hides his face in his palms and calls out "Noona you should've said something!” his voice muffled.

“Oh it was too funny to stop you, with all the ass jiggling and the three course meal” She laughs again.

“Wait, what?” You question “What happened here?”

Great that's what he needed now.

“Oh nothing sweetie, come here” he pulls you to him with your wrists,”I might've said something about how I wanted to fuck you tonight because I thought it was you in the shower.” He says in a small voice into your skin. Even saying it out loud now makes his skin crawl.

He can hear Jisoo laughing again with you as you place yourself next to him on the couch. You take his hand from between his palms and press a soft kiss on his cheek

You take the moment to put your lips next to his ear and whisper,"Don't worry, it'd be better than your fantasy”

[ari-shipping-stuff]

Monochrome Week 2020

Day Five - High School AU

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@monochromeweek

sequel to day three's fake dating au

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Weiss couldn't get it out of her head.

It made her breathless. Light. Dreamy. She couldn't see clearly.

When she slept. Whenever she closed her eyes. The she was.

Blake, staring at her with that curious little head tilt she did. And her catlike amber eyes glowing under the orange lights.

In the place of every sound, it was still her. That one simple word. Her voice like velvet. Echoing relentlessly in her head.

And her hand. Held in hers. That's what had her the most. Their hands. Fingers intertwined. Staying that way for what Weiss wanted to be forever.

They never did let go last night. Not until the very last minute when Blake brought her home. And just before she left, she turned back. Another moment Weiss wished would last forever.

Blake had smiled ever so slightly. Easy to miss. But Weiss did see. Explosions might've gone off around her, but she could only see her smile. That smile that filled her with such an overwhelming, beautifully unfamiliar feeling that made her want to climb up a mountain and sing at the top of her lungs. To smile like there was no tomorrow. To steal every star from the sky. To conquer the world and give it all to Blake.

Weiss had all that to say as she drifted into space in the following day's English lecture. That.. And another thing.

Fuck.

She was not supposed to feel like this. What the hell did I do? What would Blake do?

Weiss was restless for the whole day, incessantly tapping her feet and answering questions only because she was annoyed that said questions were breaking her train of thought and she couldn't think straight at all.

As soon as the last bell rang, Weiss was ready to run out and curl up in bed forever.

Unfortunately, certain nosy people have other ideas.

Ruby, curse her track team legs, ran up to Weiss from behind, pouncing on her to prevent her escape. Though it did backfire (not that Ruby cared), causing them both to fall over.

"What are you doing, you dolt!?" Weiss screeched.

"Sorry!" Ruby giggled, not sorry in the slightest. She let go, rolling over and helping Weiss back up. "You didn't answer our messages last night!"

Weiss brushed off herself, groaning at the sight of her other friends' grinning idiot faces.

"Do you people ever stop?"

"Unfortunately not." replied Ren.

Weiss shook her head, sighing. "I used to think you were a sensible person.

"Now what do you dolts want?"

"We saw you leave the party!" said Nora.

"Early." Yang added, grinning. "Again."

"We went home." Weiss deadpanned. "Can I go?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Not a chance."

Ruby only shrugged. "Sorry, Weiss. This is a democracy."

"Democracy." Weiss rolled her eyes, leaning against a locker. She pouted, looking away from Ruby, who was trying to pull off her typical five-year-old pleading face.

Weiss kept running through thoughts about how all of this should be kept private. Whatever she and Blake did was absolutely none of their business. But then it struck her again— no. It didn't. They were not in a real relationship. Every juicy detail of their fake relationship needed to be widespread.

Oh, how confused she'd become. It was almost laughable. Level-headed Weiss Schnee couldn't discern which parts of her and Blake's relationship were real or not. Was the relationship real? It couldn't be. Yet it certainly felt real last night.

"Weiss?" Ruby called out, pulling Weiss back to reality.

"We went out to eat."

The group leaned towards Weiss expectantly, like puppies waiting to be fed. She only rolled her eyes in response.

"That's it. That's all you're getting."

Nora jabbed an accusing finger at Weiss.

"So there was more!" she yelled.

"No." Weiss snapped. "There was not. Leave me alone."

Someone cleared their throat.

All heads turned to see Blake. She had a hand on her hip and an eyebrow raised. Her eyes landed on Weiss.

'What are you doing here?' Weiss mouthed.

Blake snorted, walking up next to her. She snaked an arm around the shorter girl's waist, smiling casually at the rest of the group.

"Can you guys back up a bit? My girlfriend needs some space to breathe, you know."

"Girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?" 

Blake rolled her eyes amusedly, tightening her grip around Weiss's waist.

"Yes. Girlfriend." she said. "Now if you'll excuse us, I'm supposed to walk her home."

"Don't worry about it then!" Yang grinned, winking supportively at her best friend. "Make sure she gets there safely, Kitty Cat."

Blake snorted, waving. "Yeah, I will. See you soon."

From there, Blake began to steer the dumbfounded, red-faced Weiss out of the building.

"Got everything you needed?" Blake asked casually.

"What was that?" Weiss hissed. "Girlfriend?"

An intense red crept up Blake's cheeks, as if waking up from a daydream. She pulled back her arm. A cold nothing grew on the small of Weiss's back. They both looked away.

"Sorry." Blake mumbled. "Did.. Did I make you uncomfortable?"

Weiss sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"W-Well, yes, a bit. But nevermind that. Technically, that was a good move. Get this scheme moving along faster."

"O-Oh." Weiss didn't catch the twinge of hurt in Blake's tone, her own mind spinning.

"But next time warn me before you get all forward like that!" Weiss exclaimed. Then she stopped in her tracks, grimacing.

Blake watched her worriedly.

"Weiss? What's wrong?"

Weiss switched positions with Blake, so that she was on their left, as if she was hiding.

"Be discrete. He's there."

Blake searched around the parking lot as they walked. But the ridiculous amount of gel on Henry Marigold's hair was hard to miss.

Weiss instinctively linked her arm with Blake's, turning them to pass along the other side.

"Weiss!"

Drat.

Weiss twitched, wanting nothing more than to bash Henry's head against a rock and hope he never wakes up.

Then Blake pulled back her arm, placing her hand on hers. In a laughable moment of deja vu, Weiss pushed her fingers forward, intertwining their fingers.

She looked up at Blake, chills running down her spine.

'I'm here.' Blake mouthed.

"Weiss!"

Reluctantly, Weiss tore her gaze away from Blake's. Henry was running towards them, completely abandoning the band of cheerleaders near his car.

He stopped, not so smoothly, in front of the two, a wide smirk on his face.

"Weiss Schnee." he drawled, leaning on his arm against the hood of a stranger's car.

"Henry."

He glanced at Blake. He pointed at her, his finger orbiting an imaginary circle.

"Isn't.. She that girl who lived in a box?"

Just as Blake was opening her mouth, Weiss cut in.

"Blake." she snapped. "Her name is Blake."

"Right.. Didn't she transfer last year?" he eyed their hands with a raised eyebrow. "What's she doing here?"

"She came to bring me home, Henry." Weiss's grip on Blake's hand tightened. She tugged ever so slightly, ready to leave. "Now if you'll excuse us—"

"No, no, baby—"

"Baby?"

"—I was waiting by my car for you the whole time!" he exclaimed, squaring his shoulders. He ran a finger through his hair, stepping forward towards Weiss. "Thought we could talk. Y'know.. Some.. Stuff."

He was playing attention to Blake, Weiss noted. He wasn't nonchalant about her presence like he was with everyone else. He almost looked..

"Worried, Henry?" Weiss asked.

"What?"

Weiss looked him up and down, a slow, giddy smirk creeping to her lips.

He saw the pictures.

She relaxed, smiling politely. Though after that sly expression she pulled earlier, Henry had to admit it looked almost eerie now.

"Sorry, Henry." she grinned, placing a hand on Blake's arm. "I don't think my girlfriend would rest so easy if you brought me home. Especially after walking all the way from her school."

"Girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?"

Henry was too dumbfounded to notice Blake's expression. But he frowned, his mood turning bitter rather fast. He tugged the collars on his rust-colored jacket.

"Didn't take you for a dyke, Schnee." he sneered. "What a waste."

Blake stepped in front of him. She was stiff. Somewhat calm. But her seething amber eyes told another story.

"Take that back. And walk away."

"Or what?"

He glared at Blake, leaning forward to make himself seem much taller.

Weiss could feel the chill in Blake's hand. It turned cold with icy fear. But Blake let go, curling her hands into fists around Henry's collar. She pulled him towards her harshly.

"Or I'll make you." she growled.

Weiss placed a hand on Blake's shoulder.

"Blake." she said softly.

After what looked like reluctance, Blake pushed Henry away.

He ran and never looked back, once again ignoring the cheerleaders near his car.

Blake glared after him until he was out of view. Until she felt Weiss's fingers lace between hers. She sighed, turning to Weiss with an apologetic look.

Weiss smiled, shrugging.

"At least, he won't be bothering us anymore, huh?"

"Was I that bad?" Blake winced.

Without thinking, Weiss tucked a loose strand of hair behind Blake's ear, blushing once she realized what she was doing. But she played it off easily.

"I wouldn't call it bad."

"Adam.." Blake sighed. "He used to do that thing. Lean forward. Intimidate me. Make me feel small."

"Blake.."

Blake laughed, gently brushing her fingers along Weiss's cheeks.

"It felt good to stand up to someone for a change."

Weiss laughed.

"Yeah, it did."

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i'll sequel this too lmao. that'll be the last one, i swear

— ari

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part one | part two | part three | part four

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It's easy for people to call Rory spoilt and privileged because of her behavior and storyline in seasons 5 and 6, since we see her become more interested in her rich grandparents' world and the fun that having money can give people. The general scenery of the whole series changes after Rory goes to Yale, and you can see this not just in her "adventures" with Logan, but also in her clothes and even appearance as well. In the earlier seasons you had Rory wear several clothes more than once, and you never saw her sport a completely done hairdo before going to take a test (much less an exam in college).

I think this also skews people's perspective of Rory as being spoiled and privileged, but the same is practically never said for Lorelai, who grew up in a rich household. Lorelai might've gotten out of her family's lifestyle and come to loathe it, but it's not hard to understand that she also greatly benefited from it. I mean, Mia herself described Lorelai as being headstrong and adamant in getting a job as a maid, and while we all assume that she took her in out of the goodness of her heart, I have a hard time believing that Mia would've taken anyone in who came to the Inn begging for a job. When you're well-off, you can greatly benefit from it by being secure, but also by being pretty confident in your capabilities and prospects, not to mention knowing how to behave around older rich people. Lorelai also had likely looked clean and with good clothes when she came to Mia for help. If a homeless person had ever done what Lorelai did, I doubt they would've ever been considered to work at a well-established Inn like that one. I mean, even Jess likely couldn't have gotten such a job, considering how he was a high-school dropout who still carried a chip on his shoulder during that time.

The discussion surrounding Rory and Lorelai and privilege is a pretty complicated one. It can't just be boiled down to "oh Rory was so privileged and spoiled", nor it can boil down to Lorelai being the same, since we see her only ever go to her parents when she needs money that she can't make herself (but always promises to pay back). But the fact that Lorelai still had a home and parents with money to come back to, if she had failed to build a life for herself apart from them, makes a world of difference in comparison to a person like Jess, for example, who felt like he didn't have anywhere to come back to at the end of season 3.

I also think that the fact that Rory was able to get into Yale and graduate without any student loans is what makes people consider her spoiled and privileged, while forgetting how she and Lorelai used to live before.

"Rory is so spoiled. She's used to having everything handed to her on a silver plate."

Keep in mind, when we first meet Rory, she's sixteen. That means her mother has been providing for herself and living independently from Richard and Emily for years. She had worked her way to the top, from maid to the manager of the inn and gained financial stability. But she hasn't always had it. I can't imagine how hard the early years must've been for them. Living in a hotel room and later in a shed on a ramen budget. They only had the little money Lorelai was making as a maid to buy food, clothes and other neccessities for both of them. It was even said that when Rory was little, Lorelai had no money to buy her cotton candy, which costs a few dollars. That's how poor they were.

So of course that now, when Lorelai finally has money, she's going to spoil her daughter, to make up for all those years she could not buy her things. But keep in mind, it hasn't always been this way. From what we know about Rory's early childhood, it doesn't seem like it was easy.