#I've waited 10 years already but let me be dramatic

[inquisitor-julia]

I need to be sedated until Thursday October 31 12:00 PM EST

[stormandforge]

And just like that, Forge has a name.

I almost choked when I heard it. I use captions, so I could see I hadn't imagined it, and I was in absolute shock. I repeated "DANIEL?" in disbelief about 10 times, my hand on my mouth and my eyes wide. I looked at my husband to confirm I wasn't going insane. Then I stared into space for the rest of the episode.

X-Men '97 using Forge's real name was the last thing I expected. And the way they did it, too, so casually, in conversation. I'D BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR 30 YEARS.

You might think it's a small thing, but before X-Men '97 episode 10, so before yesterday, Forge didn't have a real name. He was introduced in 1984. Let that sink in: that's 40 years without a single Marvel writer bothering to give him a name.

The fans, myself included, came up with headcanon to justify the decision and sometimes made up names for him in fanfic (Jonathan Silvercloud being the most famous one - no it's not an alt reality name, it comes from fic), but no Marvel writer took the time to explain or rectify.

This was frankly insulting of them, especially when you consider Forge's constant presence in the comics, and the ridiculous number of names some other characters have. Also, and perhaps most importantly, Chris Claremont had already planned a name for him:

All Marvel needed to do was use this name to make it canon. Or perhaps ask Claremont if they could use it. (And if they didn't want to speak to Claremont, they could still just...make up another name. You know, that thing writers do all the time.) But no, even after the name was announced on Twitter, it still was never used, on panel or elsewhere.

Enter a simple piece of dialogue in X-Men '97, and boom, Forge has a name. It wasn't that difficult, was it? Such a small move, but it shook me like a bomb. It's a historic moment for the character, and for the people who love him as much as I do. It's like he was finally given an identity, and with it the basic dignity he deserves.

I had imagined all sorts of scenarios in which his name would be revealed - all quite dramatic or emotional. But I guess the best way to retcon something that doesn't make sense is to pretend it never happened. So revealing his long-withheld name in conversation, natural like, is absolutely perfect. I love that Forge doesn't even react, because, you know, it's just his name, no big deal.

(I'm a bit sad that Ororo wasn't the first one to call him by his first name, but hey, you can't have it all.)

As far as I'm concerned, the name is canon now. '97 isn't the comics, but it's still Marvel, and that's good enough for me. I've waited long enough. And if the first name Claremont wrote is canon, then so is the last.

Which means: Forge has a full name. *SQUEEEEEEE*

I don't know who made the decision to use Forge's name or why, but I want to thank them. They righted a major wrong.

Now catch up, Marvel Comics. Everyone deserves a name. Even the monkey wrench repairman with non-flashy powers.

Everyone, meet Daniel Lone Eagle.

[leclerc-s]

big reputations - part eight

series masterlist // previous // next

charles leclerc i've decided that this week i will be driving like a menace.

daniel ricciardo i see track terror is making a comeback this week.

max verstappen no more inchidents please.

charles leclerc mate let it go already. it's been over 10 years.

max verstappen admit you pushed me into that puddle and i'll let it go!

oscar piastri i see why the entire internet is convinced you two are secretly dating

charles leclerc excuse me? max verstappen they're what? sabrina carpenter lestappen is lestappening

daniel ricciardo to be fair, they think k-mag and nico are in love with each other, have been since the whole 'suck my balls' thing

daphne jones didn't we have this conversation already?

max verstappen that was in the other group chat

sabrina carpenter YOU HAVE A GROUP CHAT WITHOUT US? THIS IS TREASON!

oscar piastri OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

charles leclerc THIS IS TREACHEROUS!

daphne jones oh grow up, it was started before you three were even in the picture. we don't use it much these days.

sabrina carpenter good. otherwise i'd throw a fit.

max verstappen don't you always?

sabrina carpenter i will make your life miserable verstappen

max verstappen you already do by existing every day.

lando norris MR. RICCIARDO ARE YOU OR ARE NOT A MASTERMIND?! THE TWITTER GIRLIES WANT TO KNOW!!

daniel ricciardo the hell are you talking about lando?

pierre gasly so you saw the same twitter thread i did?

max verstappen i completely forgot daphne had performed at the 2016 austin grand prix.

lewis hamilton huh that did happen

lando norris DANIEL ARE YOU A MASTERMIND?

logan sargeant was going to ask why but then i realized what the song is about.

mark webber i don't get it? what's the song about?

oscar piastri forgive him, he's uncultured.

mark webber that's it, no more sabrina time for you. oscar piastri sabrina said you can't separate siblings. tell him charles! charles leclerc yeah! what she said! lando norris wait a fucking minute, are you all together right now?

carlos sainz is that family thing working for you guys?

max verstappen it actually is. you should've seen the group chat after texas.

max verstappen on second thought maybe not. daniel ricciardo yeah, that's not a good idea. oscar piastri things were said by sabrina. charles leclerc well when you say it like that you make it sound bad. nothing bad was said, they're being dramatic. although, she might be in love with fernando daniel ricciardo you do remember the spa inchident don't you? alex albon they call him fernando rizzlonso

lando norris renamed daniel ricciardo

mastermind hilarious lando. truely.

lando norris you never confirmed or denied it. i took matters into my own hands.

pierre gasly question for sabrina, how does one get a song like nonsense written about them?

sabrina carpenter what an odd question pear gasly, i'd say by dating a singer? which is better for me because that way i can steal your girlfriend with no obstacles.

aelx albon she's a menace.

max verstappen THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING!

oscar piastri it's not that great of a song. i don't get the hype?

sabrina carpenter added one person

sabrina carpenter oscar's been disowned. he didn't know the words to love story.

charles leclerc max doesn't either?

oscar piastri what the hell are you talking about sabrina?

sabrina carpenter i saw that mclaren video.

daphne jones it's one song sabrina, let it go. this is not going to turn into another spa situation.

yuki tsunoda excuse me while i go scream into the void

logan sargeant wait for me! lance stroll and me!

lando norris daniel probably

sabrina carpenter lando with all of his teammates

lando norris man fuck you sabrina

carlos sainz what's the spa situation?

daphne jones you don't want to know, trust me. oscar piastri for your sanity, you don't want to know. daniel ricciardo please don't get her started again.

sabrina carpenter mr. sainz, you truly do not want to get me started. as i said before, i may not have been present for spa but i can and will bite ankles for oscar.

mastermind so who's free to go to daphne's concert in argentina on the 11th?

lando norris SIGN ME TF UP!!

yuki tsunoda I'M IN!

alex albon depends, can i bring lily?

mastermind of course! - sabrina mastermind that's my wife! - sabrina

logan sargeant ready to dance along to the fearless era

mastermind bold of any of you to think you have a choice. I EXPECT ALL OF YOU THERE! - SABRINA

mastermind love the name btw - sabrina

charles leclerc to quote sabrina, "i expect ass shaking for vigilante shit."

oscar piastri dear i god i hope none of you do that.

lando norris well now i'm going to.

sebastian vettel well she's certainly something.

max verstappen she's a menace.

lewis hamilton huh, sounds like someone back in 2016 to 2018. max verstappen YOU TAKE THAT BACK! lewis hamilton i don't think i will

mastermind JUSTICE FOR ABU DHABI 2021 - SABRINA

oscar piastri she just likes to stir the pot.

mark webber sounds like someone else and the infamous alpine tweet.

oscar piastri okay, that was one time.

esteban ocon argentina right before vegas? doesn't seem like a good idea to me but i'm in.

lando norris BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!

jenson button so is daniel dating daphne or not?

mastermind that's a secret i'll never tell - xoxo gossip girl.

alex albon something is brewing i can feel it.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i’m back for 2024! i tried something different for this chapter and i think i liked it so i'm going to change it for all of the other parts, which is going to be a bitch because it's gonna take forever. it's also not that big of a change but i think it makes a difference.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet. enjoy!

[cutecurly-hair]

Hearts Unleashed (Part 1)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Black!fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Body Shaming

Words: 2234

Please interact and comment to keep it going. I always love to know what you think.

"What does this mean?" I stared at the piece of paper clutched tightly in my hand. My mom's eyes held an unmistakable unease as she replied, her voice tinged with worry, "This is our plane ticket to England."

Excitement bubbled up inside me as I glanced at the tickets. "We're going to England for a vacation! I had a feeling this year would be different. Do you think we can visit Paris while we're there? I heard it's just a quick train ride away."

My mom chuckled nervously, her laughter quivering. "That's the thing, honey, this isn't just a vacation; it's permanent."

My brows furrowed as I examined the ticket more closely, finally noticing the bold "ONE WAY" printed in the upper right corner. "What do you mean, one way?" Confusion washed over me, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"It means we'll be officially moving to England. I applied for a new job there, and I got it," my mom explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She saw the panic in my eyes and hurriedly added, "I understand it's sudden, but I think this will be a great change for us. I've even found a fantastic school with an amazing film program that I know you'll love."

My mind raced. "I don't even know what to say. Why are you telling me this now?" My whole life was here in America, and the idea of packing up and moving to another country was almost too much to bear.

"Honey, I know it's sudden, but they called me today, and they need me to start immediately. That's why we have to leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow! I don't even have time to pack, let alone say goodbye to my friends. We can't just uproot ourselves from LA and head to England." I looked around our apartment, a cozy haven that had been my home for the past seven years. It felt like things were finally getting back to normal.

I glanced at the ticket again and saw the fine print: Departing from LAX tomorrow at 10:45 am. "I should really start wearing my glasses," I muttered under my breath.

My mom tried to reassure me, "Everything will work out fine. I've hired movers to come during the week and help ship the rest of our stuff. Tonight, all we need to do is pack our personal things and head to the airport first thing in the morning."

I felt like I wanted to argue, but then I saw how tired my mom looked. Her face seemed really worn out, and she had a tired look in her eyes. It made me realize that maybe I hadn't been paying enough attention to how she was feeling lately.

I decided not to bring up my concerns because I didn't want to make things worse. I didn't want to fight with my mom when she already seemed so tired and stressed. So, I chose to keep quiet and let it go for now, even though I still had my worries.

As we stepped off the plane in London, the dark grey skies clouded my vision, and the unfamiliar air filled my lungs. Instantly, I began to miss home. With half of my life packed away in two large suitcases and three duffel bags, this was definitely going to take some getting used to.

"Have your other bags arrived yet?" my mom asked, her eyes darting to the time on her wrist.

"Sorry for making you wait," I replied with a sigh. "When you're packing your whole life into a bag, it tends to take a while." I was far from being in a good mood after only managing to grab a couple of hours of sleep, spending one of them writing an overly dramatic paragraph to my friends about where I'd be for the next few years.

"There's no need to get sassy with me, Y/n," my mom chided. "I'm just worried about the time. I don't want to be late for the shuttle. If we miss this one, the next won't be for another three hours. And I'm sure you don't want to spend that much time at the airport."

Before I could respond, I spotted my color-coded bags moving slowly along the conveyor belt. I collected them and loaded them onto a trolley, then couldn't help but add a mockingly sweet tone, "Now, we can go."

My mom led the way to the shuttle, looking a bit lost in the bustling airport. She approached a stranger for directions, and I listened intently, realizing I needed to get used to the distinct accent. My mom thanked the stranger urgently, and we hurriedly made our way to catch the shuttle, leaving behind the life I'd known in America.

Arriving at our new home in England I couldn't help that there was a mix of excitement and trepidation. I had seen pictures of the place, but it was entirely different to stand in front of it, knowing that it was going to be our home for the foreseeable future. My mom, ever the optimist, had put in tremendous effort to ensure it was the best flat on the block.

As we approached the building, I noticed the quaint charm of the neighborhood. Rows of terraced houses with colorful front doors lined the cobblestone streets. It was a far cry from the sunny, palm tree-lined avenues of Los Angeles that I had called home.

My mom had informed me earlier that her new job had provided relocation money, and she had spent hours researching and visiting potential flats to find one that met all our needs. She was determined to make this transition as smooth as possible for me, especially since I wasn't exactly thrilled about changing schools.

The flat itself was a cozy two-bedroom apartment on the top floor of a charming Victorian building. It had large windows that let in plenty of natural light, and I could see the spires of an old church in the distance. The living room had plush sofas, and I could just imagine the walls being adorned with artwork from home. She had even managed to find a flat with a small balcony where we could enjoy tea on sunny afternoons.

As we stepped inside, I couldn't help but be impressed by how homely it felt, despite being in a foreign country. My room, though smaller than what I was used to, had a window overlooking the quiet street below. I packed some of my posters and photographs from our life in LA, making it feel like a small piece of home.

As I unpacked my belongings, I couldn't help but reflect on the whirlwind of changes that had brought us here. My parents' divorce had been a long and sometimes painful process, but with me finishing up middle school, it seemed like the right time for a fresh start.

In my mom's perspective, this move was a chance for something new and exciting, a way to turn the page on a difficult chapter in our lives. But for me, I felt like I was just along for the ride, caught up in the decisions made by the adults in my life. It wasn't easy to accept that we were starting over in a completely different country.

While I tried to look on the bright side, I couldn't shake the feeling that my mom should have told me about it much sooner. The truth was that I was still deeply hurt and confused.

But as I glanced out the window of our new flat and saw the quaint streets of our new neighborhood, I knew that, in time, I would find my place in this new chapter of our lives. Change might not come overnight, but I was determined to make the most of it and find the silver lining in our fresh start.

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A whole week had passed, and I swear my boredom had reached Olympic levels. Our furniture from LA finally showed up a few days ago, and let me tell you, I became the world champion of room redecorating in record time. But apart from that impressive feat, my life had all the excitement of a cardboard box. School isn't kicking off until Monday, which gives me a gentle nudge that I should probably check out the film program my mom's been raving about. 

Feeling all organized and responsible, I sat down and sketched out the route from our place to the school. It's like a 20-minute walk, which I can totally handle once I get the hang of it. But if I'm feeling a bit lazy (which happens, like, all the time), there's a nifty 10-minute bus ride option. Plus, my mom's still knee-deep in paperwork to send our car overseas, so it's official I'm becoming a bus pro.

Then I checked out the school's website, and the film program doesn't look half bad. They've got this YouTube channel packed with short films that are more interesting than binge-watching cat videos. And here's the real kicker they've got a partnership with Netflix! I mean, seriously, how did they manage to pull that off? They're talking about workshops and internships, and I'm just here thinking,

"Who's the magician that got Netflix on board?" That seriously is impressive.

Looking out of the window, I couldn't believe my luck the sun was actually shining for once! After days of nothing but gray skies, it felt like a small miracle. I was starting to understand that sunny days were a rare commodity in this place. So, I thought, why not make the most of it while I could?

I swapped out my usual outfit for a pair of comfy shorts and a cool graphic tee. In a flash, I was out the door, ready to savor every bit of that precious sunshine.

As I continued my stroll through the neighborhood, I stumbled upon a charming park nestled amidst the houses. The sunlit meadow was dotted with people, and what caught my eye was the number of folks out and about with their dogs. It was becoming evident that this was definitely a big dog-loving community, and the park was their social hub.

I watched as playful pups frolicked, tails wagging with unbridled enthusiasm, and their owners chatted amicably, forming a tight-knit community within the community. It felt heartwarming to witness such camaraderie, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

I stumbled upon the perfect photo opportunity, one that would fit perfectly in my collection. I'd forgotten my camera at home, but my trusty phone would have to do. As I aimed to capture the moment, an unexpected collision sent my phone tumbling to the ground.

Before I could get a word out, the other person beat me to the punch. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," he said, hastily bending down to retrieve both of our phones. It turned out he had dropped his phone as well.

I felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up. "No, no, it's alright. It was my fault for standing right in the middle of the walkway," I replied, cheeks tinged with a hint of red.

He handed back my phone with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. Hopefully, it didn't crack," he said, his own cheeks taking on a shade of pink.

I shook my head, trying to conceal my own embarrassment. "No big deal. You might have done me a favor, actually. It's about time I got a new phone, and this could be the perfect excuse," I quipped, waving my phone playfully. The boy chuckled warmly.

"Thanks for not making me feel awful about it," he admitted, appearing relieved. "I'm Charlie, by the way." He extended his hand, and I shook it with a friendly smile.

I responded, "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Charlie." The friendly atmosphere that had enveloped us earlier seemed to dissipate, leaving an awkward silence in its wake.

Charlie finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with shyness. "Sorry, but I can't help but notice the accent..."

I smiled, realizing his curiosity. "Oh yeah, I'm from America. We just moved here last week, right down the block," I stated, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

Charlie's eyes lit up with excitement. "Right down the block! I live right down that way." I couldn't help but feel my own excitement grow.

"I live where the new flats were built, I think they're called the Avalone Suites or something," I mentioned. Charlie's face instantly lit up with recognition.

"I live right across from you! Everyone around the block has been raving about the new building," he exclaimed,

As Charlie and I walked back to my apartment, he chatted animatedly about the neighborhood, sharing tidbits about the local shops, nearby parks, and the best places to grab a bite. It was clear he was friendly and genuinely excited to have a new neighbor.

During our conversation, we made another delightful discovery – we were both going to the same school. It was a pleasant surprise that eased my earlier concerns about not knowing anyone in this new place.

By the time we reached my apartment building, Charlie had almost talked my ear off, but I didn't mind one bit. With a warm smile, I turned to him and said, "Thanks for walking me back, Charlie. I guess I won't be starting school completely alone."

Charlie grinned in response; his eyes filled with genuine friendliness. "Anytime, Y/N. I'm looking forward to seeing you at school."

We added each other on each other's socials before we parted ways.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/cutecurly-hair/727972531449020416/hearts-unleashed-part-2?source=share

[bluestjayy]

fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love~<333333

I'm not going to tell you how long this sat in my inbox because I completely missed its existence - but I have seen it now!

And you know what, I have had a really hard time loving my own creations lately, so maybe it's time I exercise some hecking self love through the medium of some self-promo.

So here's my favourite five fics I've written (in no particular order):

won't be pretty, won't be sweet

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 10/14

Word Count: 62,910

Summary:

"Oh. I'm sorry," Hands clasped before him, Fruit bows his head. Because that's what you’re supposed to do for an older Omega. You show respect. It scrapes against Pete’s nerves like sandpaper though, and he almost reaches out to pull Fruit back to standing and insist he never do that again, but he pops back up all on his own. "I thought you were– I've never smelt any Omega like–" Fruit's stuttering halts abruptly, and he bows again. "Forgive me, Kaan."

The boy hurries into the bathroom, cheeks bright pink, and Pete redirects his gaze to the wall opposite. He focuses on doing his job. On protecting. On searching for danger.

He does not think about how Fruit had mistaken him for an Alpha. Because Omegas don't smell like how Pete smells.

He does not think about the title that haunts him through his every waking moment. Kaan Pete.

I obviously had to put Kaan Pete on here. This is one of a few fics that I have been working on for well over a year. It initially started as a small idea, an older omega 'past their prime' and a young cocky alpha that wants them anyway and then it exploded into a whole AU. I love this fic for a lot of reasons, but mostly because I got to put my own spin on a lot of aspects of Omegaverse tropes and build a bit of evolutionary lore around why things are the way they are. Also, for anyone who doesn't already know, this fic is part of a much wider verse that covers multiple pairings from KinnPorsche, so even when this fic ends, I will still be writing for it!

take a hit and close your eyes (I know what you fantasize about)

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 2/3

Word Count: 18,690

Summary:

The box means nothing.

And yet, it means everything. Representing the last remaining obstacle between Kim and his deepest desires. Dramatic or not, it’s the only way to frame it in Kim’s mind. A means to an end. A tool. A key that fits the lock currently strapped around Kim’s insides. Kim has been waiting so long for the right moment to take this step, because as much as he doesn’t buy into society’s twisted view on how one should measure the milestones in their life, this feels like something he will never be able to come back from. Things will not be the same once he goes through with this.

A stupid little box containing the makings of Kim's future. All that power in something so small.

Another long fic I continue to be obsessed with. This one was a gift as part of a winter exchange I ran in a discord server and the prompt involved the idea of the sex pollen trope and of course because I'm me, I immediately turned this into a character study. This is one of my favourite fics because of how I get to pick apart Kim and his issues with vulnerability, intimacy, and how he approaches those things with Chay. He's a person who wants so deeply to show every layer of his psyche to Porchay but doesn't know how to do that, so of course he goes to the most insane solution - aphrodisiacs! This fic I feel is a really nice balance of silly, angst, and smutty, but I'll let you judge that!

I've lost control and I don't want it back

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 13,938

Summary:

Pete and what he needs is at the bottom of the priority list. Vegas will always be at the top, and by proxy, Vegas’s little brother will come immediately afterwards. So Pete doesn’t voice how anxious it makes him to be banished to the sofa on the other side of the room where he can still see Vegas but his view of the window isn’t as clear and he’s a little too far away from the only exit. He doesn’t intervene when Macau climbs all over Vegas even if he can see how the man goes pale and winces, how his muscles tense like he might try to squirm away.

Pete doesn’t protest when he’s regularly and unsubtly shooed from the room so the brothers can spend time together alone.

He doesn’t say a damn thing even if he wants to. Even if he’s realising that he’s not entirely sure who he is anymore when he’s not in Vegas’s direct eyeline.

Another VegasPete fic! This one might be one of my favourite VP works I have ever worked on. I am a sucker for exploring the post cannon relationship between Vegas and Pete, and how they get from A to B. There's still so much for them to come to terms with about themselves and each other and it's such a crunchy topic to get into. So that's what this fic was, a whole 14k words of Pete figuring out who Vegas is, and who he himself even is and how that's something Vegas can love. Just a lot of angst and a hopeful ending for them both!

even diamonds here don't shine

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 7,759

Summary:

Chay is about to ask someone what’s going on when two policemen step through the door. Min suddenly reappears, rushing right to them and talking hurriedly and… and she’s pointing right at Chay. “Officers,” Chay bows his head in polite greeting, but doesn’t let his eyes leave the pair of them. He tries to stand tall, the way Big has been teaching him to do, to not look intimidated. But he knows his fingers are twisting together in front of him as he asks, “Is there something wrong?” The men look at each other. The one on the left, slightly taller, and who’s chest reads Port, frowns down at Chay sternly. “We’ve been made aware you’re in possession of a credit card that isn’t yours.”

This one (according to stats) is my most popular fic on my whole page, and I am so glad people love whumped characters as much as I do. I love this fic so much. I love hurting characters and then making them better after and that was the whole point of this fic. I also got to explore a little bit of a darker side of Kim, in the sense that, I think Kim can be an inherently violent and dark person, just because of the environment he was raised in, but I don't think he likes or wants to be that person. And Chay doesn't want him to be that either. So it's really fascinating to play with Kim who defaults to that mindset when his loved ones are threatened because that's who he has been taught to be, he has been taught that's the best way to keep people safe, and on the other side there's Chay enjoying being protected but hating the fact Kim has to resort to this mindset - like a cornered animal, and yeah it's just so crunchy and chewy and they're so nuanced as characters!

painting stars on our hearts

Rating: Teen

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 2,588

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Summary:

Historically, Raon does not do well with rules. They’re constricting, rigid, and in his experience, unnecessarily stunting. Rules are the reason he had found himself high-tailing it from the only home he’d ever known with Hachi squealing deliriously in the passenger side of his stolen ship, and a pocket full of currency he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to use where he was headed. Because rules have followed Raon wherever he has gone in life, from the moment he entered the world. “Don’t touch that!”

I may be cheating with this final one a bit. Because in actuality it's the whole series that I'm promoting.

This is my Wuju Bakery series. And it's one of the fics I'm most proudest of because it's really given me a chance to flex my imagination when it comes to lore and world building. This whole series started the day we had a couple of pictures leaked of Jeff and Barcode in their costumes filming, and shortly after my imagination went crazy. There's I believe 5 fics in this series in total already, with at least 3 more planned. I know none of what I've written will become cannon, but at this point since we don't HAVE cannon, I am calling it my version of the show!

And that's it. Sorry for the really long post, I hope you enjoy some of these fics if you haven't read them before, or if you have, enjoy them again. I'm working really hard on now just the wips on my account but also some really long form AUs that have been in progress since KP was actively airing so! Hopefully I can share all those soon!

[kangshxrtie]

ch. 10 ⤍ it’s happening!

you and yunjin greeted each other like you've known each other for years making the others confused, leading you to explain. "we were supposed to meet a really long time ago but it never worked out. it finally happened"

"so you know yunjin but you didn't know me.." kazuha said to you sadly.

yunjin smugly smirked at kazuha, "your girl likes me"

kazuha playfully glared at yunjin as you turned to the youngest person on the team who had been waiting to speak to you.

"y/n y/n! i'm a big fan" eunchae excitedly greeted you, "i watch all of your content!"

you smiled at the younger girl, "i'm glad to hear that"

"i always told chaewon and sakura to introduce us but they never did" eunchae told you.

"there was a reason for that" chaewon mumbled under her breath.

you turned to look at chaewon confused, "why? what's wrong with us meeting"

"you're both absolute menaces" chaewon replied like it was obvious.

"it would have been too much to handle if we introduced you two" sakura added shaking her head at the thought.

"they're just overdramatic" you said to eunchae who agreed.

afterward, you turned back to kazuha to ask what the plan for the beginning of filming was before getting cut off by chaewon.

"i mean we're here too but give everyone but your long-term friends a greeting" chaewon said.

"y/n meets new people and just changes up on us" sakura added.

"i saw you two last week no big deal" you waved off sakura and chaewon who both gasped in response.

"you saw kazuha last week too"

"there's a difference, i've known kazuha for a week. i've known you two for years"

"you changed up so fast" chaewon shook her head in disappointment.

"i'm just kidding i missed y'all too" you went to hug chaewon and sakura. chaewon avoided it at first but eventually let up, hugging you back.

after the greetings were over you now had to choose who would team up with who.

"we should let zuha and y/n be on the same team. this is for them anyways" sakura said.

"who do we want?" kazuha asked you, but you just shrugged since you didn't really know anything about the rest of the members besides chaewon and sakura.

"i can't choose between them" she said.

"manchae?" you asked.

"how do you know that?" she asked shocked, "i thought you didn't know us"

"i saw a clip with her and sakura one time"

"y/n you're really breaking my heart right now" kazuha held her hand over her heart.

you quickly hugged her, "but you're the only one i called pretty, i confessed my love to you for a reason, future lover"

kazuha blushed and the cameras zoomed in on you two. 

"what is this?" chaewon and yunjin made disgusted faces at the camera, while sakura covered eunchae's eyes.

"hey couple! we're filming a video right now, save this for later!" yunjin yelled at the both of you.

you and kazuha pushed apart finally remembering the others.

"so manchae?" kazuha confirmed with you.

you nodded your head.

"we'll do a back hug to choose your teammate"

you winked at yunjin on your way over making her think you chose her.

"i think i know" yunjin smirked once you all got into position with you and kazuha standing behind them in a row.

"do we just do it?" you asked the camera crew who nodded at you.

"hmm? who should we choose" you said wanting to be dramatic.

"you already know who you're choosing" chaewon exclaimed. you both went to backhug eunchae who cheered in response.

the camera zoomed in on yunjin who had the most betrayed look on her face.

"y/n...!" yunjin yelled at you.

"sorry, i did think about choosing you though" you told the girl.

"it's fine we just win against them" yunjin huffed as she went to chaewon and sakura.

now it was time for the game to get started. you and eunchae were the first two to go in while kazuha stood watch at your base.

"i'll bait them. just stay hidden while i get them and only show yourself if i get hit" you told eunchae who nodded in response.

while you were sitting on guard you heard someone heading towards you. you peeked around the corner to see who it was, noticing it was chaewon you set your gun up ready to shoot. once chaewon turned the corner you pulled your trigger, getting her out immediately.

"you're still a fucking sweat" chaewon cursed at you.

"i'm just tryna win" you shrugged as you backed away. once chaewon went to revive you proceeded forward hoping to get another one.

"kkura is approaching you" you heard through the walkie-talkie. you tried to back away for cover but was hit.

eunchae took that as a signal to catch sakura off guard popping out from her hiding spot to hit sakura.

"where did you even come from?" sakura asked.

eunchae shrugged in response not revealing anything.

the game went on with the kills going back and forth.

you were slowly making your way through the area looking out for sakura who apparently could not stop killing you.

you saw a different colored vest and they had their gun pointing directly at you. you let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was yunjin.

"wait yunjin, i'll help you out if you help me" you stopped her from shooting you.

"i'm listening" she put her gun down slowly.

"kazuha and eunchae are planning to rush in and catch y'all off guard" you told her.

"kkura and chaewon are just trying to pick y'all off one by one" yunjin told you.

"so we shouldn't be moving alone" you said to yourself.

"when are zuha and eunchae attacking us?" yujin asked you.

"now that might be asking too much, you're basically asking me to turn on my team" you chuckled.

"i literally told you our game plan. you can tell me one strategy so i can at least get more than 1 kill" yunjin said.

"fair. just catch them off guard first so they won't expect it" you told her as she nodded.

"you better not tell them about this" yunjin held her gun up to you in a threatening way but didn't pull the trigger.

"you better not either" you said in response holding your hands up.

"i won't if you don't" yunjin put her gun back down.

"you can trust me" you reassured yunjin before parting ways.

"i hope she doesn't betray me" yunjin whispered into her mic and then the camera cut to you.

"yunjin's heading towards our base" you quietly told your team through the walkie-talkie once yunjin was out of sight.

"i'm not technically betraying yunjin since i didn't tell my team about the actual plan. i'm just making sure they're not too caught off guard" you defended yourself to the camera that was following you around.

while you were walking around you had run into both sakura and chaewon killing them both separately before hearing news from your team.

"yunjin got me and eunchae" you heard kazuha tell you through the walkie-talkie.

"both? really" you asked shocked.

"i know you said she was coming but she really came out of nowhere" eunchae said.

"ahh damn. well, i got kkura and chaewon so it should we're tied" you put your walkie-talkie back away to talk to the camera.

"most successful betrayal i've ever done" you told the camera smiling.

"has anyone seen sakura yet?" you met back up with your team at the base.

"last time i saw her she was base area. she's the type to push forward though" kazuha said.

"i think we should target sakura" eunchae suggested.

"agree she's their carry. once she's out we sweep them" you agreed.

that was how you decided to walk around as a group with sakura as the main target, whoever saw her first would tell the rest of the team and we would all shoot at her. it was pretty successful since she was always alone but once she caught on to what you were all doing she now only always had backup.

later on, you were alone walking in the other team's base area when all of a sudden you heard a bunch of footsteps coming towards you causing you to duck for cover.

"y'all i think i'm cornered" you spoke quietly into your walkie-talkie.

"do you need backup?" eunchae asked.

"no you should stay. they only know the general area i'm in" you said.

"just try and back out. we'll help if all of them show up" eunchae told you.

you put your walkie-talkie back on the belt and wall-hugged the walls that lead you back to your base. not hearing any more sounds you tried to take off but were caught off guard by yunjin showing up and killing you. you fell onto the ground dramatically.

"can't believe you did this. i thought we were friends" you joked putting your hand over your heart.

"you should've picked me to be on your team then" yunjin said before going away.

you were about to stand up and revive but kazuha came from behind a wall, running up to you. "no y/n you can't die on me. we haven't even gone on our first date yet" kazuha started a skit.

"you're gonna have to go on without me" you played along.

"no! we can't do this without you" kazuha moved her hands to cover where you were 'shot' at.

"just leave me behind; i'll only slow us down"

"we really could all make it together" eunchae cut into the conversation.

"take care of my children, but don't let rei touch my will" you let out your final words.

"nooo y/n" kazuha fake cries dramatically.

"bruh just go revive" eunchae told you seeming uninterested as possible. you laid there for a couple of seconds still playing the part.

"okay! let's beat them" you quickly stood up heading to the revive station.

once you revived you started a group huddle for the last play, "get as many kills in the next two minutes as possible"

it was supposed to be strategic, but as you approached their base you decided to just make it fun.

"fuck it we ball" you told kazuha who nodded in agreement.

you and kazuha went in rapidly firing as a distraction for eunchae who was quietly making her way behind the other team.

chaewon was in cover aiming at you ready to shoot when her lights started flashing signaling she was hit. she turned around in shock seeing eunchae behind her.

"what is this? y'all are too elaborate!" chaewon exclaimed.

chaewon walked away telling her team about your positions but she was too late as kazuha got yunjin who just happened to walk into the crossfire.

since the rest of the other team was reviving you three took the opportunity to ambush sakura who was alone. it took the three a while to find her, but kazuha successfully killed sakura at the last second right before the timer went off signaling the game was over. you and eunchae ran off quickly ran off to see the score.

SSAMKKURAJIN - 17

YNEUNHAZ - 28

"WE WON!" eunchae shouted when she made it there first.

you, kazuha, and eunchae jumped up and down as the other team watched in both amusement and disbelief.

"i thought we were in the lead. i was killing all of them" sakura said in shock.

"and you make up 10 of those kills" eunchae said as she pointed to the screen that showed the number of kills each person had.

"what were y'all doing?" sakura asked her team making both chaewon and yunjin look away finding everything else in the building interesting.

"you beat me by 1 y/n" eunchae said in disbelief as she pointed at the screen. you had 11 kills while eunchae had 10.

"i'm just better" you bragged.

"i knew it was over once eunchae and y/n were on the same team" chaewon said.

"if i'm being honest sakura was my only competition" eunchae said.

"same she's like the only person that killed me" you agreed.

"okay i remember getting you once" yunjin cut in.

"once to my 7 kills on you" you retorted.

"shut up y/n"

all of you were standing to do the outro when yunjin mumbled, "i feel like this was a very unbalanced game"

"balanced rematch part two?" you asked looking around at the team.

"how many likes for it?" kazuha asked as she wrapped one of her arms around your shoulder pulling you towards her.

"100K?" you turned to look at the rest of the group to see if they agreed.

"this was fun i'm down to do it again" sakura agreed with you.

"i wanna be on y/n's team next time" yunjin said going closer to the camera, "so y'all better get this to 100K"

the rest of the group agreed and started doing the outro for real this time.

you wrapped an arm around kazuha's waist leaning even more into her. you two ended the video practically all over each other knowing it would make people freak out over the interaction.

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[6anona9]

I keep forgetting I have a tumblr,,, anyways, here’s a batjokes fic.

Joker decides to catfish Bruce Wayne (for the money of course). There’s smut and it’s a bit aggressive (choking mostly)

Joker thought himself brilliant for the plan. Of course he was brilliant for it, after all, he's the Clown Prince of Crime.  What better crime than to catfish a playboy billionaire?

Harley had been against the idea at first. What if he got caught? His identity revealed? But when Joker started coming hone with pockets full of cash and expensive gifts, it was hard to hold him back.

The entire arrangement was a secret of course. Bruce Wayne couldn't be seen with any type of partner if he wanted to uphold his status as most eligible bachelor. It was perfect for both of them-Bruce gets to let off steam and Joker doesn't have to commit to anything other than a quick session. Tonight would be one such arrangement.

Joker had already lost track of how many "dates" it had been, though the two had been seeing one another for at least a few months by this point. "Jack Napier" was the name Joker had decided to go by for this little operation, after all, he was supposed to be playing the part of an ordinary man. Joker had taken every precaution he could think of to play "Jack." A bit of makeup, giving life to his skin. A bit of cheap dye, turning his green hair a light brown. As far as anyone could tell, this man was an ordinary Gothamite. And so here sat Jack, tucked off in the corner of a small bookstore.

It wasn't the type of place the Joker would be, but it was definitely a place for Jack. A place for Bruce Wayne. Second hand books with broken spines filled shelves, as well as encyclopedias thicker than Bruce Wayne's ass.

Of course the Joker had followed Bruce relentlessly, trying to find the type of place he'd like to be, the type of people he was into. Women would throw themselves at Bruce, attractive women, and he barely showed interest. It only made sense. After all, any man who's considered a "bachelor" for well over 10 years doesn't look at women.

As Jack waited in the bookstore, he ran through a few covers. There was never anything of interest, though maybe this time would be different. Then again, why would it be.

"Fancy meeting you here"

A familiar voice, familiar footsteps, and a familiar aura.

"Bruce fucking Wayne," Jack says in a teasing tone, not bothering to turn around. "Took you long enough." He pulled out a random book pretending to read. Something something ethics. Damn this was a stupid book.

"Aw, don't hold it against me. I was stuck at a meeting ~"

Jack finally turns around, dramatically rolling his eyes. "Damn rich people," he sighs.

Despite having all the money in the world, Bruce always dressed somewhat modestly, and today was no different. A plane black turtle neck, black dress pants, and black work shoes. In Jokers mind, Bruce and Batman were in a competition to see who had the most black clothing.

Bruce gave Jack a flirtatious smirk. "You love me anyways~" he says with confidence.

"Of course~" Jack never misses a beat. It was such an odd word to him. "Love." Harley used to say it to Joker all the time, and he said it back. Eventually she grew bored, saying it to Ivy instead. He never really understood stood that. A few weeks into seeing one another, Bruce said it too. It felt like a game more than anything else. A sortve verbal Simon Says. It was an unspoken rule of an unspoke game. When someone says "I love you," you have to say it back.

Bruce glanced around the decrepit bookstore for a moment, wary of prying eyes, though Bruce and Jack were the only ones present. Once his anxieties eased, he put a hand behinds Jacks back, pulling him close. "Fuck I've missed you" he whispered.

The first time Bruce had touched Jack, it neslry gave him whiplash. It was part of the plan; make Bruce fall in love, sleep with him, and give him money. What Jack never anticipated was how weirdly strong Bruce was. His grip was never aggressive, but always firmer than expected. Even now, even as Bruce pulled and their hips met, Jack could never get used to it.

The book Jack held was now on the ground, having dropped with a loud thud, though Bruce ignored it. Their lips were now locked together, and it took all of Jacks will power not the start laughing.

It only made sense that Bruce would act like this. As far as Jack was concerned, he was a spoiled rich brat. Of course Bruce would act selfishly and without restraint. Of course his hands would greedily grab and reach for Jack. Jack was a perfect little toy for Bruce until one of them grew bored.

Being his own plan, Jack was never against anything Bruce tried. Expensive dates and wandering hands were always part of the plan. Even now as his breath hitched and hands reached lower down to Jacks ass. He'll hold his breath, try not to laugh, and play along.

Jack pulled back for a moment, trying to catch his breath. "M-Maybe we should move this elsewhere~?" He and Harley had binged every porn film they could find, anything to help improve Jokers acting.

And it worked. "R-right." Then again, maybe Bruce was just too eager

Bruce would never be caught dead with someone in Wayne Manor. It only made sense that he made arrangements for nearby hotels, paying anyone and everyone to pretend they never saw. He was a spoiled brat, but the man knew how to evade tabloids.

Before he knew it, Jack was already being thrown on a bed, Bruce on top. Before he knew it, Jack was already topless, Bruce struggling with his belt. Before he knew it, Jack was already being sucked off by Bruce fucking Wayne.

As much as he hated to admit, there wasn't a second of this that Jack hated. Even a Clown Prince of Crime wasn't immune to the pleasures of the human body. But fuck was it embarrassing to let out a moan. Anytime Bruce did anything to his body, Jack had to cover his mouth, to hold back (despite his many crimes, the Joker still had SOME dignity).

In one swift motion, Bruce had already swallowed Jack whole, the entirety of his member deep in the playboys throat. It was almost pathetic seeing how hungry this rich boy was, the joke practically writing itself.

It was something the Joker couldn't quite explain, but it felt almost as if he'd done this before, an almost dejavú every time he came into contact with Bruce. There was the obvious, which was that they had, in fact, done this before, but that wasn't it. Of course he's had sex and head and all sorts of other debauchery, but that wasn't it either.

As Bruce continued to suck, Joker could already feel himself close to his edge, and it wasn't just an act. "Sh-shit, Bruce, wait-" his fingered laced through Bruce's hair, not wanting to be defeated so easily. A safe word had been arranged, but using it would be an admittance of submission, and the Joker wouldn't do that either.

A simple "wait" would not be enough, and Bruce decided now was the ideal time to keep going. He continues to swirl his tongue around the Jokers member, his hand now making its way towards Jacks entrance.

Jacks body now writhed in bed, finding it harder to hold back moans as Bruce shoved a finger inside, not bothering with lube or much prep work. If it were any other man, the sudden intrusion might have been painful, but to someone like the Joker, the pain was bliss.

A small sound escaped Joker as he bit his lower lip to stay quiet. It wasn't uncommon for the Joker to bite too hard, causing a few drops of blood to spill, and this was no exception. If Bruce didn't stop soon, he really might just burst.

Finally, the playboy decided to take the hint, though only temporality. A relief to take a break and yet excruciating all the same.

Though it was only temporary.

Bruce quickly flipped Jack onto his stomach, forcing the smaller man face down and ass up. Now would come the fun part for both parties.

Just as quickly as everything else, Bruce undead his belt, pulling his pants down only enough to expose his fully erect member, already dripping as Bruce stared at the meal before him. Not wasting anymore time, he thrust inside Jack, though only making it about halfway.

"A-ah, fuck~" even after all this time, Jack still couldn't get used the feeling. There could be a million reasons why this playboy was still a bachelor, though lack of skill was not one of those reasons. Ever since their first encounter, Bruce had managed to find all of Jacks weak spots faster than anyone had before. It was a confusing mix of frustration and pleasure, not knowing why he felt so weak to another person. The only other person that made him feel this insane was Batman himself.

"Baby you feel so good~" Bruce went deeper still, driving Jacks body into the mattress. Joker had done this mainly for the shits n giggles, as well as the money. Even though he refused to say it out loud, a good fucking was always a nice bonus. Bruce was a bit larger than what the Joker had been used to, but that small ounce of pain brought a smile to the sadistic clowns face, grinning madly as he kept his face buried in the sheet below him.

As Bruce continued to drill into Jack, he grabbed for Jacks hair, forgetting his own strength for a moment. Bruce's other hand gripped Jacks thigh, steadying the two men while simultaneously pulling Jacks hips closer to himself.

By this point in the relationship, Jack knew when Bruce was close to finishing. Bruce spoke surprisingly little, but his body spoke in his behalf. The closer to his edge, the more aggressive Bruce became. Slamming harder into Jack, his own breath labored, and his rhythm falling apart. It was in these moments, these small bursts of aggression that Jack truly felt his mind wander, slowly slipping away from his character. Of course this wasn't the first time he'd been used so aggressively by another man.

Joker could help it. Get fucked sideways really screwed up his already shitty brain. Here he was getting railed by a Gotham rich bitch and his mind goes to the only person he even slightly cares about. The adrenaline he felt getting his ass fucked by Bruce Wayne was no different than the adrenaline felt getting his ass kicked by Batman.

The more he thought about that stupid bat, the more he lost control of his own body. "S-Stop, Bruce, please, fuck-." As far as the Joker was concerned, Batman and Bruce Wayne were nearly the same. The only people that ever made him feel anything. Fuck that's confusing. "B-Bruce, I'll cum~"

The words were the only motivation needed for the playboy to continue, picking up his pace as he tried to find his rhythm once more, pulling at Jacks hair. Jack can't argue with good dick, but fuck it would feel better if there were a fight involved.

Bruce's hand slowly let go of Jacks thighs, tracing its way up his body and wrapping gently around his neck. It had been discussed ahead of time of course. It was the easiest way for Jack to get his kicks, but Bruce never did it right.

Bruce held Jacks neck tightly, though carefully. Pressure was applied on either side, but never interrupted the airflow. Joker would simply have to use his imagination.

Batman wouldn't screw up a simple chokehold. Joker nearly lost consciousness a few times from that grip. The Clown Prince knew Batman would never let him die, but the temptation was always there, and it was the most alive Joker ever felt.

Jacks breathing became moans, almost a scream as he finally came, staining the sheets beneath him. Bruce was close behind, finishing deep inside and both men suddenly became light headed, falling numb beside one another.

The Joker could hardly think, almost forgetting where he was. Bruce pulled the man in close to his chest. Joker thought for sure that he had died,  his mind confusing Bruce's arms for Batman. It would take no time at all for the two of them to fall asleep

~~~

The Joker was back in full swing, strutting along a building rooftop while his green hair shined in the moonlight. He walks over to the railing, looking over the city with that sadistic grin as the wind hits him. A familiar dark figure approaches.

"You've been awfully quiet lately" a gravely voice said.

Joker turns to face the figure as he leans against the railing. "What can I say, I'm a busy clown~

Batman steps closer to the clown, though still hidden in shadow. "A busy Joker only spells disaster... what have you been doing?"

Why not tell the truth? After all, Batman would never believe him. "I got a new fuck doll is all~" he says with a teasing grin

Even from beneath the cowl, Joker can just tell the Batman has an eyebrow raised. "You kidnapped a girl?"

A deep laugh finally escapes joker, echoing on the rooftop. "Not this time Batsy! I found a loser who actually wants to be around me. In my DMs 24/7, 365!" He does a dramatic twirl for emphasis.

The only response is an eye roll and a quite "tsk"

Joker approaches Batman with that that cocky grin, though the Bat hold his ground. "Don't worry Batsy," the clowns voice softens for a moment, but never loses that teasing tone, "no toy can ever replace you~"

Another eye roll. "I don't care what you do in your free time as long as you're not causing trouble. And frankly, I don't believe that you're not causing trouble."

"Oh don't worry Batsy, I'm too sleepy for that!" He turns, dramatically leaning his back against Batman's chest. The Bat doesn't move. This was one of the Jokers favorite acts. The one where Batman pretends to be scary and menacing but deep down, he actually gives a shit.

"Watch it. You're too close for comfort"

This was when the act really started to get good. Joker would say something in his teasing tone and Batman would get mad, putting Joker in a chokehold. And just like clockwork, that was exactly where the situation went, the clown now gasping for air.

Where Bruce Wayne was kindness, Batman was only frustration and anger. Even while being lifted off the ground, losing his life, Joker couldn't help but think just how pretty Batman was when he was angry.

Joker stutters out a broken phrase, but one he knows will get a laugh. "Y-your grip is getting s-stronger sport~"

The grip tightens further, and Jokers body gets excited once more. And now was his favorite part of this act. The part when Batman bends him over and fucks him into tomorrow.

The clothes stayed on, because it ALWAYS stays on. It's part of the act. Batman bends Joker over on the closest thing (in this case, a literal railing) and pulls Jokers pants down only enough to expose his ass. It was almost like a punishment game. The more aggressive Batman became, the better. 

"You're fucking sick," Batman says through gritted teeth, choking Joker as he thrusts deeper inside.

The more Joker tries to talk, the more it hurts, and the better his entire body feels. "S-Sick for you~" there was no reason to hold back when being fucked by Batman. About half the Rogue Gallery had received this type of "justice," though none as often as the Joker himself.

Once Batman had finally filled Joker, the clown was a shaking mess, saliva dripping down his chin as cum dripped out his ass. As far as the Joker was concerned, there wasn't a single person willing to make him feel as dangerously good as Batman.

In a few days, Joker would be healed good as new. After that; another session with Bruce Wayne.

[televiarc]

Have You Ever Seen The Chief?

(There's a context down there, please read it)

My name is Kent Arrow, I'm 29 years old, I've been working at a store called Indian Motorcycle since 2022, and in the 2 years that I've been working here, I have never seen the chief.

I'm most certainly not stuck in life right now, I may be working at a clothing store with an, at least misleading name, but I'm happy with what my life has turned out to be, even if my manager, a cocky and annoying girl called Kimberly Deal that’s 10 years younger than me makes me question if working at my favorite clothing store was actually a good idea. As I said, i’ve been working here for two years now, since october 2022, and I have never seen the chief, the most I know is that their last name is Sullivan, and that, apparently, is Kimbery’s role model, since she never shuts up about “Wanting to be like Sullivan”. This guy has been a mystery wrapped around enigmas since the beginning, but i'm done with that, tonight, i'm gonna ask Deal where is the chief, or if she has ever seen him to begin with.

— Deal, I need to talk to you.

— Am, It’s Miss Deal for you, cutesy.

Trying to keep a conversation with this woman is a torture.

— What did I tell you about calling me that? I already told you I don't like it, keep on and I'm failing the report.

I wasn't about to do that at all, if she ends up being fired I'd be ascended to management, and I like having free time that I can spend how I please, plus, I'm pretty sure I'm not actually qualified.

— Agh, whatever Arrow, just tell me what you need. —Her condescending tone just gets worse with her fact that she's eating a lollipop and watching her phone as she speaks-.

— Didn't someone tell you that we can't use our phones during- Ah, whatever!, Deal I meant to ask you, do you know why Mr. Sullivan never shows up around here??

— He's a busy man.

Kimberly Deal is as useful as a homeopath during a medical conference when she doesn't wanna talk, my bad for thinking I would get an actual answer.

I'm not gonna get anything out of her like this, but I'm done not knowing the chief.

I'll accept that asking her just at the beginning of our shift was a pretty bad idea, she's most likely at least a bit hungover, so she must be kind of moody, however, I would like to argue that I'm even more moody since I don't even know who I've been working for during the last two years. December is about to begin, so we'll most likely be busy during our shift, so I won't even bother to ask her, if I ask her during the shift, even if there's no one aside from us she'll just wait for a client to appear, or make up a reason to go to the back so she can avoid the question, however, if I ask her during closing hours she won't have it as easy to escape answering me, it's her turn to fix the jacket section, so she can't just say that she's going home, not if she wants to get that extra job paid at least.

— Deal!

— Miss Deal, Arrow, Miss Deal

— Whatever it is! I need to ask you something.

— If it's another question about the chief you already know the answer, Arrow.

Fuck.

This woman is a goddamn mule, I'll have to play her game if I want to know who I'm working for, from what I know he could perfectly be a criminal! This is humiliating at the very least, but I'll have to do it.

—...¡Miss Deal!

— ¡HA! What's with the sudden courtesy? You think I'm gonna tell you what you want just because you call me how you should, Arrow?

Jerk.

— No, it's just that I think that you're… right, I should treat you better and stop lowering you just because you're younger.

— Well- that's certainly, um, Flattering but… Wait, you said that you do what-?

— Shhh, that's not important.

I'll admit that shushing her putting a finger on her lips was a bit dramatic, but I'm not letting her finish that sentence, because first, I would most likely be at least scolded and second, she wouldn't let me ask what I wanna know.

— Listen, Miss Deal, I think we had a pretty rough start, we should try and get along better, don't you think?

— If you're trying to flirt with me, Arrow, you should know that I'm no easy girl to charm.

That smirk makes me want to puke, but if I want to get my way then I'll have to keep on with this, I just hope that she forgets about all of this next week.

— Wow! Not so fast Miss, I was just talking about being nicer to each other, I don't like girls 10 years younger.

— 9, Arrow, not 10, 9.

— I don't care, I don't like them that young.

— No one's too young for love, Kent.

— That… that didn't sound as good as you thought it did.

God, this is a waste of time, I NEED to ask about the chief… if I miss this I might not have any more chances.

— So, tell me… Miss Deal, Why are you working at Indian?

— Life happens, Kent, I used to like the brand's style, but I ended up growing out of it and getting

— Trendier?

— Yeah, that's the word, tho I wouldn't want to say that Indian's style is not cool, they still have pretty sick pieces to complement outfits.

— I was ready to object! I think it's pretty obvious, but I like this brand a lot, it's basically the foundation of my outfits.

— It's pretty obvious, take that as you will!

Ok, we're talking about the brand, so I can go and ask about the chief at any moment.

— Yo, Kent.

— Why are you calling me by my name? Did you finally get bored of my last name?

— Nah, it's just that I've always found it cute. I was merely waiting for us to get a little bit closer so I could start using it.

This woman has no shame.

— It's ok, thanks for the compliment I guess, Kimberly.

— Ah, please, call me Miss Deal during our shifts, be professional, but if you want you can call me Kim once we get out~.

— Kim Deal, of course, like the singer.

— Hahaha! Took you long enough!

Why is she laughing? Does she find the situation funny?, agh, whatever, I can't leave her be for much time, I have to keep the topic in line.

— So, since when have you been working here, Miss Deal?

— 3 years, since my sweet 17.

— Oh yeah, because you're suddenly 20.

— My b-day is in a few days, on the second.

— December the second… Happy early birthday I guess!

— What are you giving me, Arrow?

— What? You don't like my name anymore?

— I'm just using my position to address you as I please.

It's almost impressive how she can change topics as she wishes to, she really knows how to take advantage of her position, but I can't just give up.

— Well, maybe a shirt from here, I already used a ton of coupons for me.

— Ah! As if I couldn't get one with my own coupons.

— You get a better discount or something? Who gives it to you? The chief?

— Yup!

She's getting something out of her pocket?

— You have physical coupons?!

Jackpot. Deal can slack off once she gets cocky, those coupons are clearly not printed by her, the material is obviously not printer paper, plus, she just admitted that she chief gave them to her.

— So, if the chief gives them to you, that means you’ve seen him face to face, doesn’t it?

— Yup, but I'm not saying anything.

Of course, she has been waiting for a while to brag about seeing the chief, though… I think she’s getting a little excited, she’s… getting a bit close.

— Why not?

— Why do you wanna know?

— I don’t know, just wanting to be safe that I’m not working for a criminal?

— WHY DO YOU THINK THE CHIEF IS A CRIMINAL!?

…What’s with the sudden outburst? I mean, the chief IS her role model but…, So I shouldn’t be surprised that she gets kinda mad but…, Why is she being so aggressive?

— Uh, YEAH?! I have no idea who he is, I can't say for sure that he isn’t a criminal if i haven’t met him.

— Listen to me, Kent Arrow: Shit talk Mr. Sullivan again and I’ll make sure that you never step foot on an Indian store ever again.

— You know the solution, Kimberly Deal, just introduce me to him, why does it have to be so hard?

— And what do I get?

— Keeping a cool coworker by your side so you don’t ve to overwork.

— You’re replaceable, Arrow, it can be anyone.

— Hey! What’s with the personal attack?!

Saying that was a mistake.

I'm not the tallest, but for a guy my age, I'm not that small, I'm average, as one says, Kimberly is smaller than me, but that doesn’t take away from me a pretty important fact, I'm weak.

Kim is no bodybuilder, but I know she frequents the gym, I’ve seen her arms before, I know she does weights, so no one would be surprised if I ever told them that she easily bring me down to her level by grabbing me from the shirt neck, just to then pull me even lower, she was staring daggers at me, and I’m sure things are just getting worse from here.

— You insulted the chief, Arrow.

— Does it matter that much?! Is he your dad or something?!

— NO, BUT HE’S MY HERO

— WELL, IF I KNEW HIM, MAYBE I WOULDN’T BE SAYING THIS THINGS.

Maybe yelling is not the best go to, but if that’s keeping her face away from mine then i'm doing it.

— YOU DON’T DESERVE IT.

— THE FUCK YOU MEAN BY THAT?!, IS IT BRAND LOYALTY? BECAUSE I’VE BEEN BUYING HERE SINCE I WAS 16, PLUS, I WORK FOR HIM.

— THAT’S NO ENOUGH.

— WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO THEN?

— EARN IT.

— HOW?!

— LET’S GO ON A DATE!

— OK!

…What did I just do?

Before I was able to process everything, the yelling competition ended with Deal kissing me on the corner of the lips, leaving a mark of her purple lipstick on my skin, just to then release me from the grab.

— Hope you’re a man of your word, Kent.

Her smirk just makes this situation even worse.

— I’ll choose the spot

— O-ok…?

— It’ll be… The cafeteria next door!, and since I chose the place, you can pick the day!

— December… The second.

— A B-day date! It's so cute! So, at Pumpkin Spice, next Monday at 10AM! Don’t leave me hanging!

And then she just …left, as if she didn’t just try to kill me over stuff I said about a guy I don’t know. She just acted like a mafia boss that came to get her money back from a client, leaving them traumatized at the very least just to then leave with a humble and almost warm smile…

— Eh? AH!

Was sending a message just now necessary?!

“Oh, btw, here’s everything if you wanna know about the chief ;p, C U on Monday”

— It’s… Our web page…

The chief is a man called Rocky Sullivan… and the manager is… “Kimberly Deal-SULLIVAN”.

So that's what happened,the girl I just gave a date to is not only 10- I mean- 9 years younger than me, but also my boss’s niece.

Context✨:

I've been in college for about 3 months now, and I have been taking writing classes during my first semester, and for my final I had to write a story, and since I had all good grades in that class I was thinking of not doing it but I ended up finishing it the day I had to send it thanks to my best friend saying it was pretty good, just to then get a mail from my teacher saying that it was so good she wanted to publish it on my college's magazine, so I decided to publish it here. If it sounds kinda odd at any time it's because it was originally written in Spanish.

This fic has an endless amount of references to the Japanese band "The Pillows", this is simply because I am severely autistic, so just in case I'm gonna list them all here:

Both of the main characters are a reference to two songs by the band, Kent Arrow comes from YOUNGSTER (Kent Arrow), a song from their album Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up!, and the other one is not only a reference to The Pixies' lead vocalist Kimberly Ann Deal, but also a reference to the song Kim Deal from the album HAPPY BIVOUAC.

The name of the story is taken from the song Have You Ever Seen The Chief, a song The Pillows made for the 25th anniversary of a Japanese clothing store called Indian Motorcycle in 2022, this song has been out for like 2 whole years but it was available for just a limited time and never uploaded on the internet, so just a few people were able to hear it until the EP BLANK was launched on November 2nd this year, this absolute odyssey just to get a 3:19 MP3 file triggered the joke "where the fuck is the chief" among me and my best friend, and also triggered the plot.

The Chief himself, Mr. Rocky Sullivan, is named after the song Sullivan Ni Naritai or I Want To Be Sullivan from the album White Incarnation, even tho the Rock Stock Version is better, the guy is also indirectly named after Rocky Sullivan from Angels With Dirty Faces.

The cafeteria mentioned at the end of the story is named after a guy named Pumpkin Spice that's on a The Pillows fan discord, I don't really talk to him but I think he's cool, and the name is pretty good.

This story may, MAY, Have a sequel that will most likely be named Back Seat Dog, after their song from HAPPY BIVOUAC.

[dollystuartwrites]

Stray Gods - Chapter 27

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut

Wordcount: 3243

Chapters:  [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] -  [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] -? MASTERLIST

Summary: With no memory of who you  were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes  years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something  different about them... and something different about you...

Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, daddy kink, semi-public sex. I've probably forgotten some so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

Taglist: @eastleighsblog @tangerminie​ @speedybagelmongerpasta​ @swittyregan​

Special thanks to my beta and cheerleader Millie.

By the time the group arrived for dinner, the four other gods were already making their way back to the elevators, passing them and paying each other no mind whatsoever, confirming your theory. 

You weren’t sure whether you wanted to tell the boys that you had discovered a different group of gods staying at your hotel. You weren’t sure whether they would be nice gods, although the one that had seemed to simply radiate happiness could be hardly be thought of as “evil”. You were also afraid it might incite some kind of “turf war” or something of the like, your mind running to the idea of packs of wolves clashing for land. 

Although all the previous options seemed ridiculous and far-fetched, stating the most dramatic scenes as if from a Hollywood movie, you just wanted to wait it out a little longer. On the other hand, there was a possibility that, if told there was a small group of different gods at the scene, knowing Chan, he would probably invite them to join their group. You weren’t sure if you could handle any more people in the group as it already consisted of eight plus you. Adding four more would probably make everyone go insane, no matter what good intention. 

Not that you could be sure that the four other gods would be happy to join, of course. They might turn down the offer, and you had a hunch they definitely would. The group of them seemed different. Though in sync as they were, something that was easy to see even in a few seconds and sharing that same brotherly bond you recognised from your own boys, they seemed slightly different from your gods. You weren’t sure what it was, but you could only express it as “more mature”, probably. Maybe they were even older than your gods. 

You lay in bed that night pondering over everything, all the possibilities of who the other gods were, why they were here and whether it was really a coincidence that there were two groups of gods at the same place at the same time.

Waking up early the following day, you rushed downstairs after a quick shower and clean-up. You had pulled on the first thing you could find, some of your bags still scattered over the other guys’ rooms as you still hadn't gone to pick them up. 

But when you arrived at the breakfast hall, no one was there. You ate exceptionally slowly, hoping that one of the other gods would enter at some point, but nothing of the like happened. By the time you were done, other hotel guests had started slowly seeping in, and you decided to give up. 

To enjoy the early morning sunshine, you decided to go and sit at the poolside, giving you a nice view of the other sports fields and the beach. You were just getting out your phone when you noticed two familiar figures jogging by. Changbin and Chan were on their morning run together. They seemed to run almost in cliché Hollywood slow motion as they moved across the beach. Neither of them were wearing a shirt, and it was distracting, to say the least. You stared at them and almost gulped at the sight of their glowing muscular torso’s. 

Suddenly a strange tickling feeling at the top of your spine, alerted you. ‘Good morning,’ a magical voice spoke behind you. You ripped your eyes from the men working out and looked over your shoulder. A face with extraordinarily handsome features greeted you. A man with dark blonde hair and eyes that seemed a somewhat pinkish hue smiled at you. His lips looked like they were bored straight from a Bratz doll, so pillowy and plush that you felt an instant urge to touch them. You weren’t sure if you were surprised or not at all because of his divine appearance, but he was also a god. 

‘Good morning,’ you greeted him shyly. Handsome as the man was and startled as you were, your heart rate might’ve increased slightly, but not the way it did for your own guys. Sure you could see the appeal of this man, but he simply couldn’t compare to Hyunjin’s beauty or Felix’s freckles or Seungmin’s smile. 

‘Business or pleasure?’ the man asked as he leaned back on the lounge chair. 

‘Sorry?’ you asked, the question not quite dawning on you yet. 

‘Are you here for business or pleasure?’ the man repeated nonchalantly as if he was making small talk about the weather. 

‘Pleasure,’ you answered, ‘I’m still a student,’ you added.

‘Really?’ he said, looking at you thoughtfully. ‘You look very mature,’ he said. Normally when people would say that you looked older than you actually were, you wouldn’t have taken it as a compliment. But the way he described it did give it a more positive swing. 

‘I know,’ you said simply. You had often been told before that you did indeed look older than you were, which was no surprise as your age was only an estimated guess when the boys had found you. ‘What about you? Business or pleasure?’ you asked the god. You were very curious as to what he was doing here and why. 

‘Hmm,’ the god said thoughtfully. ‘A bit of both, I suppose. But mostly pleasure,’ he said with a tempting smile. 

‘What kind of business?’ you asked, unable to contain your curiosity. 

‘Market research. I own a hotel, so now and then, I try out other hotels to see if they can give me any… inspiration,’ he said with a wink. 

You nodded understandingly with your mouth shaped in a silent ‘Oh’.

‘So how are you enjoying your holiday so far?’ the god asked as you didn’t continue the conversation but simply stared at him. 

‘It’s… nice, yeah,’ you said hesitantly. 

‘But?’ he asked.

‘Well,’ you said, feeling slightly sheepish, ‘this is actually my first holiday ever, so I don’t have much to compare it with,’ you admitted.

‘Really?’ the man said, surprised. ‘Then, let me rephrase my question; how are you enjoying your first holiday so far?’ 

You chuckled and smiled.

‘Yeah, it’s good,’ you said.

‘I would ask you if you are more of a doer or more of a lounger, but I guess you wouldn’t know,’ he said thoughtfully. 

‘I guess so,’ you responded, unsure of what else to say.

‘How long have you been here?’ he asked.

‘I arrived the day before yesterday,’ you told him.

‘I see, and what have you been doing mostly so far?’ He asked. It was not to judge you in any way, but his curiosity was verbalised. 

‘Erm,’ you said, thinking. After arriving, you had gone straight to bed; the next day, which was yesterday, you had done much except for refereeing a volleyball match and taking care of yourself in your room before returning to the group again. ‘Not much,’ you admitted. 

The man laughed. 

‘Well, that’s what vacations are for, aren’t they?’ he said in a jovial tone. ‘But by the sounds of it, you’re more of a lounger than a doer.’

‘Possibly,’ you said smiling, ‘What are you then?’ 

‘Hmm, I think I’m very much in between the two. I mean, I love relaxing at the poolside, chatting up pretty strangers,’ he added with a wink, ‘but I also like going on hikes or excursions.’ 

You nodded. You had just opened your mouth to ask a follow up question when the tall god you spotted that first day came striding over.

‘There you are, Jimin; I’ve been calling you for ages, whoops!’ The tall god had been holding his phone and almost dropped it in the pool. He grasped it like a piece of soap in a cartoon, watching as it slipped straight through his hands and only just managing to catch it before it hit the water. Neither of the gods reacted to the ordeal, but you had the hardest time holding in your giggles. ‘Tae needs you; something about swapping rooms, I don’t know,’ the god said, slightly annoyed.

The god next to you, apparently named Jimin, rolled his eyes and got up from his seat. ‘I told Tae the room had bad acoustics when he took it. He should’ve swapped with me immediately. I’m not going to pack up everything and switch just for the last two days just because he wants to practice on his sax,’ 

‘Yeah, you can go and tell him that yourself; I promised to pick up Lady, so I’m off’, the tall god told him.

Jimin pulled a face but didn’t seem like he was going somewhere as the other god turned around and walked away. 

‘Oh, and you better go to him in person,’ the tall god added over his shoulder. He didn’t explain why but simply kept walking on.

You could see Jimin tonguing his cheek, slightly annoyed, as he watched the other god leave with narrowed eyes. Then he sighed. 

‘Well, I guess I have to go,’ Jimin said with a polite smile as he looked at you. ‘You know how brothers can be, can’t live with them but wouldn’t ever wanna live without them,’ he chuckled. 

You laughed with him, knowing exactly what he meant. Jimin got up and waved you goodbye. You waved back at him.

At that moment, with almost comedic timing, Han walked up, wearing nothing but his swimming trunks and a towel over his shoulder. 

‘Who’s that?’ He asked surprised, as he had seen you waving. He sat down next to you, almost exactly where Jimin had been sitting before. 

‘Oh, just some other guest here. We made some small talk,’ you said simply. Han looked with narrowed eyes over his shoulder at the disappearing silhouette of Jimin.

‘Hmm.’ he hummed, sounding not too convinced but leaving it at that. ‘Wanna go for a swim then?’ he asked, returning to his usual cheerful self. 

‘Erm,’ you said, pausing for a moment. You suddenly realised you had never swum before. You had never been afraid of the water, and you wondered whether you could, in fact, swim or not, ‘I would like to try,’ 

‘Oh, right,’ Han said, coming to the same realisation as you, ‘Well, I bet you’ll get the hang of it in no time. I’ll teach you!’ he proposed. 

You were thankful that you had already been wearing your bathing suit underneath your clothes, and you could see Han gulp slightly as you started to undress. He quickly looked away from you, which made you giggle softly to yourself. 

Once in your bathing suit, Han put out his hand for you and guided you to the pool’s edge. The beginning of the pool wasn’t as deep, and you could easily stand there. However, the pool depth increased the further you went. 

‘You okay so far?’ Han asked as he noticed your unsure face as the two of you waded deeper and deeper into the water. You gave a curt nod, feeling slightly nervous but excited enough the feeling was silenced.

As you almost reached the point where you would no longer be able to stand, he stopped. 

‘Here, let me help you,’ he said softly. ‘Lean over this arm with your tummy and hold my other arm with both of your hands,’ he explained. You did as he told you, and suddenly you were floating in the water, slightly leaning on his arm, feeling weightless like a feather. 

‘Nice, now, try and make a frog-like movement with your legs,’ he told you. Once again, you followed his instructions. ‘Yes! That’s it!’ he said proudly. Now let’s swim a bit like this in the shallow end. 

Lying on your belly, supported by Han’s arm and holding his other, you kicked in the water as he walked with you, guiding you. 

‘You’re a natural, honestly. Are you sure you can’t swim?’ Han asked, clearly surprised. You smiled and let go of him, landing on your tiptoes to keep your head above the water. You shrugged. 

‘Well, now your arms, you should be going like this,’ he said and moving his arms in a circle away from his torso. You mimicked his movement. ‘Yep, just like that. Put the two together, and it should look a little something like this,’ Han said. He leaned forwards and let himself glide into the water, swimming to the other side of the pool, stopping and holding to the edge, hanging there in the water. ‘It’s easy enough,’ he called out. 

Feeling quite confident, you mimicked Han’s movement and let yourself glide into the water. You moved your arms and legs simultaneously in the big circles he had instructed you, and before you knew it, you were sliding through the water with ease. Swimming was easy. It was as if you had been doing it for years. 

With the utmost ease, you swam towards Han, who, although looking slightly worried, also seemed seriously impressed with your sudden natural abilities. When you reached him, you followed his example and tried to grab the edge of the pool, but your hand slipped, and you fell back into the water. 

Before you’d even had time to process the slight shock of what had happened, Han had already scooped you up and out of the water, his free arm around your waist, pressing your body tightly against his. You blinked a few times  to get over the initial start and to soothe your furious heartbeat. 

‘You alright?’ Han asked, his green eyes not leaving yours. You nodded silently, unable to look away from his mesmerising green eyes. He smiled. 

‘You never cease to amaze me, my love. That was really impressive,’ he spoke sweetly, brushing over the slight mishap at the end of your performance. You felt yourself blush slightly, and your heartbeat was still beating fast, but not of the slip-up you had had. 

Without thinking about it, you leaned into him, your eyes closing and your lips finding his. Han kissed you back softly, sweetly. Your mind instantly went numb, feeling calm and empty, almost meditative. Your heart felt full and warm, happiness flooding your body and soul. 

You let your tongue swipe over Han’s lips. He suddenly hoisted you a little higher up, using his free arm to wrap one of your legs around his hips. You automatically did the same with your other leg and wrapped your arms around his neck. Han let go of your back and turned around, softly pushing you with your back against the edge of the pool as he held on with both arms to the pool edge. He opened his mouth further to deepen the kiss, making you slip out an accidental moan. He instantly pressed himself more into you, and you could suddenly feel something hard growing right between your legs, pressing into your core. 

Han let his tongue slip into your mouth, intertwining it with yours. You felt completely, wholly and perfectly lost in him, floating and forgetting all the world around you. You played with his tongue in your mouth, sucking on it lightly, softly nipping into him. Unconsciously you started to softly grind into his hard-on, seeking release from the aching in your core. Han let out a soft, beautiful moan, and you could feel him twitching inside his swimming trunks. 

The sudden sound of running footsteps and familiar laughter startled you, waking you from your dream state and making you look up. You were just in time to see three familiar figures jumping into the pool before the big splash of water hit you in the face. Han swore.

Roaring with laughter and wholly oblivious to what they interrupted, Chan, Changbin and Jeongin surfaced from the water, shaking their heads like wet dogs. 

You instantly let your legs slip down from Han’s hips, hanging on to him with your arms, trying to make your face as innocent as possible. 

‘You scared the shit out of me,’ Han swore, letting one arm go and turning around to face them. 

‘Hey y/n!’ Jeongin chirped innocently. ‘We had been looking for you. We wanted to ask you to the pool, but you’re already here,’ 

‘You took her into the deep end?’ Chan asked Han with a slight frown. 

‘It’s fine; she can swim,’ Han said, switching his tone and sounding slightly proud. 

‘You can?’ Changbin said, surprised. You nodded timidly, still praying they hadn’t noticed anything. Partly as a desperate move to make it seem like you hadn’t just been grinding your wet cunt into Han’s hard-on, and partly because you just wanted to show off your new skill, you let go of Han, dove into the water and swam over to the three guys. Chan looked at you with raised eyebrows as Changbin cheered and Jeongin clapped and laughed. By the time you reached them, the water wasn’t as deep anymore, allowing you to stand next to them. 

‘Impressive,’ Chan said approvingly. 

‘Race me to the other side?’ Changbin taunted you playfully. 

‘You’re on,’ you laughed, knowing there was no way you would win but still curious to see how much you would lose by. 

You played with the boys in the pool for almost the entire day. By the time you finally got out, it was starting to get dark. You were feeling tired, and the pads of your hands and feet looked like they belonged to someone over the age of 200. 

You shivered as you came out of the pool, hoping there wasa spare towel nearby that you could wrap yourself in. 

‘Here, take mine,’ Changbin said. He picked up the towel that he had thrown on a lounge chair earlier that day and wrapped it around you, simultaneously pulling you into a back hug. It felt like you were standing against a warm heater, and you buried your back into his hot chest in relief. 

‘We should call Hyunjin, Lino, Felix and Seungmin; they’re probably back from golfing by now,’ Chan said, checking his phone for the time. 

Despite the heat, you were still chattering your teeth. 

‘You guys go ahead. I’m going to take y/n back inside before she turns blue,’ Changbin told them. You took his hand and squeezed it in thanks. Pressing you against his side, you quickly returned to the hotel.

‘Here, let me warm it up for you a little bit,’ Changbin said as soon as the two of you entered the room. He closed his eyes for a second, and suddenly  there was an explosion of hot air came from him, warming the entire room and drying your hair almost instantly. 

‘Neat trick,’ you said as you looked at your now barely damp hair in surprise. 

‘Comes in handy, especially when Seungmin gets one of his moods again and makes it rain inside,’ Changbin chuckled. 

‘I think I’ll go and shower before dinner then,’ you said, dropping the now dry towel on your bed. Changbin looked away. 

‘Right, I’ll see you in a bit then,’ he spoke, still not looking and making his way back to the door. 

‘Oh, wait!’ you said quickly, suddenly remembering something. Changbin stopped but didn’t turn around. ‘You still got one of my bags, right?’ you inquired.

‘Oh, right. I’ll bring it over if you want me to,’ he offered. 

‘Yes, please,’ you said, a naughty plan suddenly hatching in your mind. Changbin nodded and left the room.

[feuqueerfire]

23.5 Eps 9 - 12 Live Blogging

well... I started watching an on-air show after a long time (February 2023 Never Let Me Go, I'm not counting Our Skyy 2) and I really just binged the first 8 episodes and fell off lol. Interestingly, I also had to binge the last 4 eps of NLMG because I stopped keeping up weekly after ep 8 (though I did watch eps 4 - 8 on a weekly basis before that).

Anyway, I wasn't feeling a Need to come back to this show because I found the resolution to Ongsa-Earth underwhelming and the reaction I've seen to these last few episodes has also been middling, so hmm idk. I'm also just not in the mood for high school shows right now (I Will Knock You is also on-hold rip), so it feels a bit unfair to this show to watch it when I'm not in the mood but what can you do? I don't want to leave it hanging even after the show ends.

Ep 9: When The Earth Tilts (May 22/23)

9-1

aughhh I really don't know if I should make myself just watch this or not because they're being cute but I just... kinda don't care. I'm indeed in the mood for something more dramatic but I also think I'm just apathetic toward them the way I became toward Akk and Ayan as soon as The Eclipse finished airing and also to Palm and Nueng toward the end of the show (although I loveeee Palm and Nueng now after some time has passed, so maybe that'll be the case here too?)

the introduction of the exchange program

Oh, dad and Ongsa just moved to Bangkok and they're getting to live as a full family, so I guess Alpha and mom lived here before

Aw, Aylin interacting with them and forcing her mouth to do smiles to try to fit in/communicate with human family

I... watched 10 mins the whole day, rip

am I being unnecessarily harsh on this show or does the conversation not seem... natural between Onsga and Sun like it's just a bike riding scene and it should be fine but why am I just like... this isn't how people talk.

at first I was like nooo Ayling shouldn't need to put on makeup to fit in the way she was trying at lunch with Alpha and Ongsa but it's cute if she wants to do it herself before meeting with Luna heh

khun faen hehe

pls not the two pairs competing

9-2

aw, Teacher Nida and Bambam helping an insecure Alpha

9-3

chef Alpha omg

no more P'Ton flirting, we have progressed past the need for P'Ton flirting

Aylin basically pieing his face was so deserved, idc that Ton helped Ongsa and Sun or whatever, he's annoying

oh nooo my poor overwhelmed Aylin

9-4

1 year scholarship to America

and now the guilt of Alpha telling Sun to not leave Ongsa, oh no

is this their first I love you? I can't remember

ahhhh the towel scene + kisses

lol I know how the scene ends because of spoilers but I would've lost my damn mind while waiting if I didn't know lol

I wasn't really into it at the start of this ep but I liked it again by the end!

I didn't mind Luna asking Aylin to socialize more with her family because it's a fairly small step since she already spends time with them and I think it'd be good for Aylin to push herself a bit out of her comfort zone and realize the benefits of maintaining relationships but the stuff at the end was too much, like why must Aylin sit at the table for lunch with a bunch of Luna's friends when she already struggles with people? I hope Luna thinks it through more next ep and apologizes but I'm nervous that that won't be the case based on some fan reactions, though idk if that was to ep 9 or ep 10.

Ep 10: (May 23/24)

10-1

plss Alpha with the knife truly is so funny

ah, Sun's out to her parents + they know Ongsa's her gf but Ongsa didn't know they knew everything

...not keeping secrets

and vaguely hypothetically asking about distance and time

10-2

secrets plaguing Aylin and Sun

oh, Sun's telling Ongsa. and she hasn't even taken the test yet and doesn't know if they'll make it. honestly a pretty good time to get Ongsa, no misunderstandings or really much secrecy yet

10-3

Teacher Bambam and Nida lmfaooo Bambam reading all the tarot cards correctly but not picking up on them being about HER!!

I feel like we've been finally learning more about Sun these past 2 eps through this scholarship and her desire for it

DON'T GIVE UP SCHOLARSHIP AND EXCHANGE PROGRAM AND NEW EXCITING EXPERIENCE FOR THIS RANDOM HIGH SCHOOL RELATIONSHIP

not even TESTING for the scholarship?!?! girl pls

I went to bed and was supposed to watch the last part before going to sleep but I didn't feel like watching Sun out Ongsa (maybe? based on a bit of the Next Part teaser at the end) so I'm here the next morning

10-4

my Aylin !!! :(

but also like... is it that big of a reveal that Aylin was bullied? feels like More should've been said or explored here?

I'm gonna smack Ton

the teachers confession!! hehe

Ongsa's right to tell Sun to pursue her exchange program dreams

okay Sun's outing of Aylin was accidental and I'll give it a pass because she's a teenager who has grown up in a very accepting home and they're all out at school, so she didn't think before mentioning the 3rd wheeling thing

but she should realize that Ongsa's trying to steer the conversation away and back off

instead of confronting Ongsa and outing her in front of her parents and wtf is "so you're never gonna tell them about me?" why is 'never' coming up here? you've barely been dating bruh and haven't discussed anything. like she could've been upset at Ongsa for keeping her a secret without feeling the need to declare it in front of her parents when Ongsa doesn't want to come out

and then just Leaving and riding away on P'Sunny after doing all that?!?!?

I've seen that Ongsa's the one who has to apologize to Sun apparently and I don't want to watch that at all.

Ep 11: (May 24)

11-1

indeed you should've been mad at finding out Ongsa's Earth, would've made more sense than here.

NO MORE TON, ENOUGH

11-2

do I care about Tin and Mawin? I cared more earlier on in the show but now idk

why is there so much Ton, he and Charoen better not end up together like she literally does not like that man

I don't really get the 'you don't understand me at all' thing tbh

11-3

parental acceptance

another series mention of worrying about disappointing the parents

the thing is I just feel like coming out isn't only about "you worry too much about what others think" like that's not the same category as Ongsa not telling anybody about Sun and her dating because Sun's popular while she's not. It has more to do with possible pushback and violence from her own family where she didn't feel safe enough to come out. and i just don't like that coming out and being publicly with a girl is treated as the same thing as 'caring too much about other people'

and like make your home and environment a very explicitly queer-accepting space so that your daughter isn't so afraid of coming out to you and doesn't know what reaction to expect wtf

11-4

losing my entire mind at the Luna/Aylin scene, they're soooo cute, I'm soooo giddy hehehehehehe

Sun's parents at least telling her to not change for the one she loves

and Sun says sorry too

long-distance incoming, i'm guessing we'll get some time skip next ep

So close to the finale, finally

Ongsa sending Sun Hundreds of texts and going to her home at night is why. at least Sun called her out on the texts + acting unhinged publicly about the sun, but why have her go to Sun's house at night while Sun's explicitly ignoring her and knock and text and stuff. at least Alpha was taking her away but still. I'll overlook it (kinda how I still was so into PaiSky in Love In The Sky despite Pai's endless SIMs and calling) but it's been noted.

Ep 12: Promise Me... Sun (May 24)

It's a shame that my feeling is glad that I'm almost done rather than being sad about reaching the end.

12-1

Aylin, I freaking love youuuuuu, cutieeeeeee

12-2

terrible cook Ongsa, so true, same girl

12-3

the merch alien hat

at least we're not getting Ton with Cheroen

12-4

Grade 11... were they in grade 10 before?

the separation being in the literal last part is later than I expected

Aylin putting the Luna love note in her mouth hehehe

Nida/Bambam plssss lmfaoo

no! Ton and Charoen are not in love, leave her aloneeeeeeeeee

Aylin is such a trickster when it comes to getting kisses hehehehehehhe

no more glasses for Ongsa, I saw this on a Tumblr post and was like ?! >:(

reunited

Overall:

GMMTV's first GL and MilkLove's first full GL; I was super excited, especially after having watched MilkLove in Bad Buddy and the Magic of Zero special, which is why I started watching this on-air (thought I'd start it even earlier than ep 8 but didn't because of exams). So it's a shame that I feel so... nothing about the show, especially the main couple; I think Aylin/Luna is my fave ship in here. I think I also just wasn't much in the mood for a silly high school romance series right now, which isn't the show's fault but contributed to why I didn't feel the pull to continue watching the show. When I did watch it, it could get pretty cute though, I giggled/gushed a few times, especially about Luna and Aylin. The teachers' storyline was cute too, though barely there. Aylin was the MVP for sure.

Rating: 6/10

[neonstatic]

re: housesitting at my ladyfriend's. i told my mom and she seemed resigned at first but then later started praying and crying abt it??? which is so... i've always known her to be the dramatic, emotional type, but oh my god, that is a new record. and then she called my dad to tell him, which prompted a sermon from him abt trusting ppl and their intentions (which may or may not be malevolent and involve spirits) and like ohhhhh my goddd!!!! oh my god why this it always gotta be evil curses and mean ppl w these ppl!

trust me, i know how uncommon that is. i'm aware that i don't go abt relationships like your average person and that this proposal is quite unorthodox between ppl who aren't related or long-time friends. and i can think of a billion ways that it can go wrong but i don't want to let fear stop me from trying things, however rational that fear sounds. i'm already living a life ruled fear as it is.

"it's ok if she gives you the keys so you can feed the cat or water the plants, but she can't offer you to sleep over" why not. it's her place why tf not. ohhh my god. and sure i don't know her as much as i know my high school besties, but why must i wait to know ppl for 10 yrs before i can just go over to their house and sleep over? how is it any different from moving out on my own or living w roommates

it's also a big deal for them that she's not family. they're v family-oriented and they don't understand how i could feel closer to "strangers" than a blood-related relative. to them, it would be more natural to fly me to haiti for a week w cousins i've never spoken to. i get it, right, but i disagree. my sister says my frustration w my parents' reaction shows that i don't understand their concern but no, i do. i see where they're coming from. i can rationalise all of it. i'm just choosing not to let their fears decide how i live my life. they're the ones who don't get it and think i'm weird for it.

she also asked me if it was worth fighting over and i mean, no, it's not a big deal. i don't need to go. i could go next year. but i'm starting to think there is no small or big battle to pick when it comes to overbearing parents. you gotta wear em down even for insignificant stuff, until they learn not to have their noses in your business. if it makes me a stubborn, crazy-looking person, then so be it.

(MIND YOU, i would be gone for 1 day and 1 night. just 30 minutes away. i've been gone for longer in farther places than that, including a religious camp where a man in authority was later arrested for possession!!!! hello!!!!!!)

[joltai-showa]

naruto reread third edition chapter three woohoo

welp, it was a good run, manga sucks now lmao

just kidding, of course, but Sasuke is by far my least favorite character in the entire series. He's okay in OG Naruto, but literally every arc with him in Shippuden makes me want to bash my head against the nearest wall. And no, the fight with Deidara isn't the main reason for my passionate hatred of this prick. I've never agreed with a Sasuke fan once in those almost 10 years since I read the manga for the first time, but I do agree that Sasuke's fate is justifiedly dramatic and it's not surprising that he lashes out against those near him, but acting like he's some paragon of virtue and was right in all of his unhindged endeavors, particularly after the Itachi reveal, is first degree clownery at its finest lmao

(also the Uchiha clan sucks too. Not necessary from in-world perspective, but from writing perspective, mid-Shippuden Kishimoto really lost the sauce with those assholes and starting giving them any possible powers that he could think of)

another fun fact but I never found any of the Uchiha members attractive lmao. if you're wondering how the hell did I manage to write 35k from Deidara's pov having hots for Obito, listen, it's her pov, not mine, I just locked the fuck in and did it lmao

last thing before continuing with the chapter, main Uchiha guys from least annoying to most annoying accodring to me: Itachi > Madara >>>>>> Obito >>> Sasuke. Itachi mostly never gets on my nerves, so gotta love him for that, Madara sucks at times because he happens to appear on the stretches of manga when Kishi stopped caring about the plot and started the Uchiha bootlicking 24/7, but at least he didn't get a shitty "rEdEmPTioN ArC" (i guess i should be thanking Kaguya for that, bleh), with Obito I am stuck in a perpetual cycle of "there is no way he is that bad in canon, I must have been overdramatic when reading" -> *rereads the manga* -> "oh my fucking god he is not just bad, he is simply awful", he is just the ultimate victim of Naruto being written backwards and Kishi making a cool twist but never actually properly working on his motivations, a real shame, he's got a lot of potential, but canon Obito has one of the worst character arcs in the entire series, so I can only enjoy fanon Obito and fans' work that actually utilizes many many things this character has to offer. I already said a lot about Sasuke, but at times his writing is much better than Obito's, so he's a little less annoying to me (that's generally not an achievement on his part, it's Kishi writing Obito so badly LMAO)

bish you live like this?

but also again WHY THE FUCK NARUTO LIVED HIS ENTIRE GODDAMN LIFE ALONE??? HIRUZEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? IT'S A FUCKING CHILD, WHY IS HE UNSUPERVISED? DO YOU REALLY EXPECT HIM TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO MANAGE THE MONEY, COOK AND CLEAN AFTER HIMSELF? YOU SORRY PIECE OF SHIT, YOUR GRANDSON HAS A PRIVATE TUTOR, BUT THE CHILD OF KONOHA'S HEROES WHO PRETTY MUCH ENTRUSTED HIM INTO THE VILLAGE'S CARE LIVES LIKE THIS?

Kushina has a full time job of wooping Hiruzen's ass in the afterlife, I swear to god

also let's talk about the absolutely horrendous conditions orphans in Konoha live in? There are more obvious cases like the kids that Root takes in, they are raised into emotionless killing machines since the first moment they become their training (child abuse🥰), but even kids who didn't catch ANBU's eye are just... Obviously, we've got Naruto and he's a case of straight up neglect from both his supposed caretakers (literally any of his future teachers, but particularly Jiraya who is supposed to be his goddamn godfather) and Hiruzen, but this is Kishi rewriting everything there ever was and by Mid-Shippuden Naruto is suddenly a literal prophesied hero, a messiah and loved by everyone and everything and those who hate him are either irredeemibly evil or poor little babies who are waiting for a pep talk by Naruto to turn good again (c) Anyway, we've got some bigger fish to fry and it's cases of Kakashi and Sasuke in particular. I am not really worried in cases of Obito and Neji, because both of them lived somewhere near their clans (even if their clan sucked absolute ass, sorry for your loss, Neji), so we can at least assume that some of the older members of their clans could keep an eye on them and, y'know, fucking FEED them, but Sasuke's and Kakashi's living situations are... oooof. I might be misremembering stuff, but in the manga Sasuke is never shown to move from his house, he in fact is shown to return home and cry over the bloodied floor of the room where Fugaku and Mikoto were killied (Hiruzen is a cleaning service really this fucking expensive jesus christ), so what we have is an orphaned kid who lives in the same house his parents were murdered, in the same house his big brother tortured him psychologically, in the same district where piles of his relatives' corpses were lying. Also completely alone.

Do I need to say anything, Hiruzen?

Kakashi is even worse, because not only he lived alone in the same house his only other living family member aka his dad ended his life, I believe that the blade he carried later also happened to be the family relic that his dad used in his final moments. On top of all that, he continued to live alone in that house even after his teammate sacrificed his life for his sake, gave him his eye and this eye happens to be the only thing that remained of said teammate because he was crushed alive. He continued to live alone in that house even after he accidentaly killed the girl he promised to protect with his life, but ended up using the jutsu he managed to develop after aquiring a Sharingan to end her life. He continued to live alone in that house even after his only remaining team member aka his teacher died in a freak accident when half of the village got destroyed.

God damn. Like, Obito's fate is absolutely horrendous, sure, but you gotta admit at least he had a reason to continue living. The only thing I can say about Kakashi is how the fuck did you live to 27 years.

tl; dr Kakuzu should've opened a therapy service for shinobi and Akatsuki could have simply bought off all of the Beasts simply with that money LMAO

Kishi could not draw girls for the life of him at the beginning of the manga and it shows lol, she's so scrunky

honestly relatable Naruto

also Sasuke's haircut looks like a duck's ass and the resemblances only grows stronger in Shippuden

fucking hell I really am just Naruto, aren't I...

oh look it's the canon event kid :D

the following 697 chapters will be spent attempting to explain to the readers that this scene does not in fact allude to the endgame ship. unsuccessfully, of course lmao.

seriously Kishi is so terrible at writing romance, the only believable and toleralable ship he had managed to produce through the entire 700 chapter run of the manga is MinaKushi and they're fucking dead

i think I'll be mentioning extensively later what I think about Kishimoto writing women in general (spoiler: I really don't think that most of Naruto female cast is even good, most of the time they are decent at best, even if my heart is filled to the brim with love to some of the girls, they simply can not compete with women written by other mangakas), but after 10 years since my first read of Naruto I still stand by the observation that my 13 year old self made at the time: sometimes it feels like Kishimoto not only never talked with a woman, but never even seen them in the first place

"why are you so homophobic Sakura-chan😱"

I swear I'm gonna have an aneurism if these 13 year old numbsticks are called "full-fledged shinobi", BRO THEY'RE GONNA DIE AFTER 5 MINUTES ON A SERIOUS MISSION

Okay, so another weird thing that I'm really not sure if is a rewrite/plothole/whatever, BUT

jonins aka the highest ranking you can be given unless your Kage happens to have a tragic untimely accident and you are chosen as the replacement are supposed to be really rare, like "you can count the number of them on your fingers" rare. Of course, Naruto's plot is constantly revolving around at least one jonin-level character, so we as readers see them in overabundance compared to what realistically should be taking place within the universe

here's a terrible illustration by yours and only on how the shinobi rankings should be spread out in general lmao.

Coming back to what Iruka says: why is it that jonins are supposed to be teaching the three-man teams of full-fledged shinobi children? Jonins are cream de la cream of the hierarchy, they are pretty much the highest ranking officers in the villages, save for the Kage, of course, I'm pretty sure they should be busy with something more important, like leading their own fully trained squads/divisions, not looking after little Timmiemaru and making sure that he doesn't accidentaly stab himself with a kunai. And come to think of it, the entire system is weirdly skewed, because Iruka is a chunin who teaches Academy kids who are below genins in the hierarchy, so at the end of the day we have Kages who (supposedly) work 24/7 on the external and interal affairs of the village and probably the country, jonins who do the missions and train genins, chunins who do the missions and train Academy kids and genins being genins. Now I am not advocating for 13 year olds to be teaching 7 year olds, but considering the fact that you need to pass a murder exam the chunin exam to get the rank, I think there should be quite the number of people who never pass/don't want to pass in the first place, so genins can be quite old and experienced enough to teach (hi Maito Dai).

Anyway, there's certainly more than 9 students in that room when Iruka announces that they are getting divided into teams. Did the remaining 18 guys got shafted? "We've only got three available jonins, so only the most talented kids/kids from important clans will be trained"? Or did the 18 guys got some sane teachers that didn't decide to send them to the murder exam after 6 months of missions? Wait, the kids are getting paid for the missions, right? I am not sure whether I should be worried about the unpaid child labor or the fact that 13 year olds (who should really be like 10 year olds judging by the amount of times Naruto flunked the Academy exam) have to enter the workforce at such an age.

(now these are the questions that should be raised by people hating on the shinobi system, Kishi, and not twenty flashbacks in a row to the girl they liked 17 years ago)

that's really awfully convinient that the new generation of InoShikaCho happened to have abilities approximately equal to the ones of other teams, huh, Iruka

(Konoha is built on Hashirama's wood and pure fucking nepotism lmaoooo)

jesus fucking chirst that's some choice of words from the translator

was the translator aware at the time that this is a 13 year old girl's monologue they are translating? i know teenagers are freaky, but this is supposed to be the official translation, why are we getting to the upper bound of PG rating

what even in the world is this dialogue

bro really be laser focused on Naruto since his first appearance huh

nevermind Sakura's bashing on Naruto's status as an orphan (which is really weird to me, because not only that 5 years before she and others in Kakashi's, Kurenai's and Asuma's teams were born there was a giant World War and realistically quite of few kids their age should've lost their parents there, but there also was this little incident with Nine-Tails running over everyone in the village the year they were born, so there should be A LOT of orphans of Sakura's age, yet she's being this... mean? I guess, I wouldn't call her cruel, to Naruto), I've got a bigger question: how the hell did you miss the news of Uchiha massacre and Sasuke's living situation? The kids were like 8 at the time, they should have heard of it, I mean, ONE OF THE FOUNDING CLANS AND A LARGE ONE AT THAT got murked in a single night, yet in the 5 following years Sakura never learned about it, being Sasuke's #1 fan? Maybe it's me misremembering stuff, buuuuut...

(anyway Kishi I've got a bigger question but where the fuck is the Senju clan? The poor repressed Uchiha clan by the time of the massacre stiil had dozens of members if not hundreds, but Senju clan, the other founding clan of similar size, just went poof?)

(my personal headcanon regarding this is that Tsunade during her 20 year long depressive episode took all of clans money and gambled it away :D so the remaining members of the Senju clan just kinda scattered through the countries trying to find the money for themselves and just distanced from the whole shinobi business)

THE MYTH THE MAN THE LEGEND!

Holy fuck I almost died laughing at his first interaction ever, like what the fuck is this.

Kakashi: his milk's expired. Hiruzen, nervously wiping away sweat: he's just clumsy! Kakashi: he's 13 and grew up without adult supervision, I'm not even sure if he can read the dates on the milk. Hiruzen: why are you being such a hater, Kakashi?🥺 Kakashi: not as much of a hater as my sensei and his wife are going to be to you in the afterlife, I guess.

also, Hiruzen, you know what is Kakashi even better choice for? VISITING FUCKING THERAPY

"You have a talent for sniffing things out", sniffing out what, the expired milk on mini-Minato? Gods Hiruzen you suckkkkk

that is a fucking threat and you know this, Hiruzen

LMAAAAAAAAAOOOOOO

you've got no idea, Kakashi

raising these dinguses is already an A rank mission bordering S, but how about accidentaly stumbling upon the guy who you assumed died over 15 years ago after being crushed into meat paste? :D

[dorizardthewizard]

HSM (2006) rewatch pt 10

10: In which I do a strange amount of maths for a DCOM commentary

Chad: Hey. Look, we need to talk Taylor: Go.

You know for someone whose first lines in the whole movie are making fun of jocks and insulting Chad's intelligence, she listens to him real quick. Perhaps... she already had a bit of a crush on him but covered it up with insults to stick to the status quo? Also what happened between her last convo with Gabriella and now that made her suddenly want to break them up?

Hkjfdkf the way Taylor looks so baffled and then goes “whatever” at Chad’s watch thing. He’s a dork really

You want to be one of Charlie’s Angels Chad? Ok

If I were an East High student I would hate the basketball team so much, like wtf is all this Wildcat shit everywhere I don’t even know those guys fuck off

Ahh the intervention. I kinda wanted Zeke to be a bit more sympathetic to Troy, maybe be more reluctant to take part in this plan or actually not take part at all? Idk just to show some more nuance within these groups, although I guess baking is different and doesn’t interfere with basketball, Chad probably convinced him that this was necessary

Chad: Who was the first sophomore ever to make starting varsity? Wildcats: TROY! Chad: So who voted him our team captain this year? Wildcats: US! Chad: And who is gonna get their sorry butts kicked in Friday's championship game if Troy's worried about an audition? Wildcats: We are...

They sound so dejected on that last bit FSJDKKD

EXACTLY. WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING. Also this scene is where the contrast between Troy's blue outfit and the Wildcat red is most obvious, and Gabriella's in blue too. Costume symbolism!

Chad: I think you're forgetting about one very important 13th member of our squad. Troy: My dad. Chad: Yes, Troy. Wildcat basketball champion, class of 1981.

Wow Chad really played the dad card, huh. Guys it's not that big of a flex to be a champion at high school basketball 20 years ago, you don't need to look up to a guy that peaked in high school and seemingly never left.

Wait let me do the maths... so if Jack Bolton was class of 1981, i.e. 18 years old then, and Troy turned 17 in 2006 so was born in 1989, that means Mr Bolton was 26 when he became a father and 43 at the time of the fist movie.

There was a tiktok recently that the actor reacted to, where the person theorised that Mr Bolton had Troy at 18 and that's why he pressures Troy so much to go make a life for himself. Except they used the actor's age which is a bit silly, so that was my debunk. He was 26. Mystery solved that didn't need solving.

Ah, the “why do athletes get paid that much” debate

Taylor’s being so dramatic maybe SHE should join the drama club? In comparison to Troy's intervention where they actually bring out stuff that's important to him, this one's got a lot of waffle haha

Side note Taylor's fit is quite nice though

“I thought that you’re my friends. Win together, lose together, teammates” SO TRUE. GET 'EM.

KJHDFGKDFG THAT LAPTOP AND WEBCAM IS SO UNSUBTLE HE LITERALLY SETS IT UP AS HE SPEAKS

Obsessed with this video player screen and how the word “receiving” is misspelt. How are they even livestreaming this to her when it just looks like a normal video player hahaha

This is actually so mean wtf 😭 You made her cry! And Taylor’s reaction is terrible, just casually inviting her to the decathlon and lunch straight after

Why wouldn't Gabriella question this whole setup anyway? They were clearly planning for Troy to say this since they were ready with the webcam. Wouldn't she recognise that this was engineered on purpose? I guess it doesn't matter to her either way, as he still said those things.

OKAY to be fair they were trying to get Troy to quit the callbacks, it didn’t necessarily have to result in Troy dumping Gabriella (well they’re not dating but still) but it was Troy who took it to that level, even if he didn’t mean any of it.

This also shows a flaw of Troy’s and that's that he’s a bit of a people pleaser – he DOES argue with the Wildcats when he says he thought they were his friends, Chad doesn’t even offer a rebuttal, and instead of putting his foot down, in the same breath Troy dismisses the singing and Gabriella. Yeah his friends may still not have listened, but the right thing to do would be to draw his line in the sand and say they can't be friends if they won't support him. Because yeah they're being really mean about this! It's interesting because comparatively, Gabriella is better at setting boundaries and we'll see more of this in the second movie.

What is this random Wildcats gathering

[amespointer]

A Clock App Halloween

by Ames Pointer

“Are you really gonna stay home and sit on your phone all night instead of coming with us for Halloween?”

I didn’t look up from my phone.

“Yes,” I mutter, swiping past a cat video I've already seen.

“What are you even watching?” Otto perches on the arm of the recliner I’m sitting on and peers into my screen. I yank it to my chest to hide the screen, even though there's nothing scandalous to keep from him. “You better not be stalking him, Della. He’s garbage. Let him go.”

Otto is such a good big brother. But Jasper was MY garbage. I still can’t believe he broke up with me this morning. By text. Just: “It’s over.” And then an awkward day at school, where he avoided me at every turn.

“I don’t get it,” I sigh, looking up at Otto. “I just don’t get it.”

He shrugs. It’s not a big deal to Otto, it seems. Just a first boyfriend and now we will move on to the next, is what he said at dinner.

“You should come with us to Nans. You can hand out candy if you don’t want to walk with Aunt Sally and the kids.”

I shake my head no. I’m set in my decision. I’m staying home, alone.

Mom comes sweeping into the room. She’s dressed in a black leotard, with scarves tied to a belt that sits around her waist, each one a different color, flowing behind her.

Otto and I look at each other, both perplexed.

“What are you supposed to be?” Otto asks before I can form a full thought. Mom looks stupefied, as if it’s obvious.

“Well, what else would I be?” she asks, spinning, like she’d answered the question, but we still don’t understand, so her shoulders slump and she says: “a witch. Duh.”

Otto groans and rolls off the arm of the chair dramatically, yanking on Mom's scarves as he passes her.

“Mom, this could be better. Seems a little low effort. You don't even have a hat.”

She is perplexed.

“How is this low effort?”

“It's just scarves,” Otto explains, walking back towards me from the kitchen carrying a large bowl of candy. He pushes it towards me, waiting for me to take it.

“What’s this?” I ask, annoyed but taking a Reese cup.

“In case we get any trick or treaters,” he says sweetly. I laugh.

“We have never gotten a trick or treater out here,” I say, looking out the window that’s behind me at the empty corn fields that surround our us, and at the dead-end road that stops in front of our house. We live fifteen minutes from town, and ten from the next nearest human. If we don’t know them, they ain’t coming. And the kids we do know are all going to meet at Nans because she lives in the city.

“I still can’t believe you’re staying out here alone on Halloween,” Mom tisks as she puts giant hoops in her ears.

“Dad will be home shortly,” I shrug.

“Dads working a double,” Mom corrects. “He won’t be home till 4:30 in the morning. But we will be back by, what? 10:30 for sure.”

I look at the clock. It’s 5:30.

“You’ll be fine,” she waves her hand at me. Otto looks distressed. He is the worrier of the family.

“I think you should come with us.”

“It’s fine, Otto, I'm fifteen years old, I can handle a night alone.”

He sighs. We take in moms’ full outfit now, unimpressed.

Otto grabs her shoulders, guides her towards the front door, and snatches a Snickers on the way out.

“Behave,” he says, pointing a finger at me, like I’m going to do anything more than look at my phone.

“I will,” I assure him.

It's an hour and a half later, and I've watched almost an entire comedy show on the clock app along with some funny animal videos, but I'm still in a terrible mood, and I’d had zero trick or treaters. As expected.

I’m getting a little bored. I shift in my seat because my hips are starting to hurt, and my legs are growing numb. I look up from my phone long enough to check the time and just as my finger grazes over the search bar to plug in Jaspers name, I see a 'People You May Know' box pop up that has no profile picture, but the name catches my attention, cause it’s mine. Or, at least it’s close to mine.

DELLASaw, and I’m Della Sawyer.

That’s weird.

I click it. Surely someone didn’t make a burner account with my name to bully me. I keep to myself and there’s not a single person I can think of who would do that to me.

There aren’t any videos. No followers. No following. No likes.

It has to be a coincidence, maybe because of the similar name to me, that’s why it popped up. I shrug it off and go look at Jaspers page.

He’s LIVE. If I click it, he will know I'm looking. That would come across as pathetic, spending my Halloween stalking an ex-boyfriend, even though that's exactly what I'm doing.

If I ignore it, it’ll eat me alive wondering what he’s doing that is so important he’d be LIVE. I’m truly torn on what to do and I decide to let it go.

I’m getting hungry so I go to the kitchen. I decide on pizza rolls. I throw them in the oven while it preheats and stand and look out over the corn fields into the night. It would be beautiful if it wasn’t so creepy. Just empty fields of churned up dirt with tiny, mutilated stalks rising from the mounds of earth like they are reaching for the moon to save them. Corn Zombies, wanting to rise from their graves.

The moon isn’t helping. She’s big and bloated and barely keeping herself afloat in the sky by the looks of it. I should write a poem about this. I can channel my upset over Jasper into words, that could be a good outlet.

The doorbell rings. I jump out of my skin, as they say. In the immediate aftermath of being spooked, I forget it’s Halloween. It snaps into my head, and I run for the candy bowl, but as I’m opening the door, it dawns on me that I had been looking out over the only way into our driveway, and being the last house on the road, the (trick or) treater would have had to have driven up that way while I was lost in thought.

Only, I didn’t see anyone.

And I don’t see anyone when I open the door. I look through the glass outside, not unlocking the storm door. There’s no one to be seen.

That’s enough for me to shut the big door and lock it, and as I turn to go get my phone and to call mom, I hear the sliding glass door that leads into the kitchen from the back yard slide open.

I freeze.

Wtf.

Omg.

I’m standing by the front door, frozen, holding the candy bowl. I’m about to get murdered. I’m all fright, no flight, no fight.

What the heck do I do?

Panicking, I snatch my phone off the chair and run back into my bedroom, holding the candy bowl the entire time. I fling it onto the bed with my phone.

I grab my door, lock it, snatch my desk chair, roll it in front of it to block it, but I'm an idiot, because it's on wheels and isn't going to be very effective. I roll it to the other side of the room, reach over, and with strength powered by fear, drag my desk across the floor and place it in front of the entrance.

I spin, grab the curtains, yank them shut, reach through, check that the window is locked. I jump onto the bed, grab my phone, roll off the other side, and go into my closet.

Like a child playing a game of hide and seek, I wiggle into a corner, pulling my old toy bin in front of myself, yanking down clothes to cover me.

I'm in a sweating, heaving pile underneath it all, trying to control my breath so that I won't be so easily found. I hold my phone up, arrange things so I can see the screen and as I swipe it open to call my mom, or 911, or, I don't know WHAT TO DO, there's a notification.

I've been tagged in a video.

By DELLASaw.

Wtf?

With a shaking hand, I open it.

In bold print, it's a black screen with the words: "Della Saw What?"

The video cuts. It's my living room. It's me. I'm in the chair. I'm watching my phone, scrolling, oblivious to the fact that I'm being videotaped through the window over the sink.

The window I was just looking through.

WTF?

My phone dings. I yank down the button on the side to silence it. It's another tag. I click it.

It's me. Looking out through the window. Someone's under the window, filming up at me. I can see straight up my nostrils.

Omg.

Another ding. Another tag.

I'm looking out the front door, holding the candy bucket while being filmed from the side. They were RIGHT THERE when I looked out, filming me.

Ding!

I'm with Otto. He's sitting on the chair. They're filming from the window on the other side of the living room, just before Mom and Otto leave.

How many people are doing this?

I ignore another ding, and I try to call mom.

No answer.

Ding.

I pull up Otto, call him. Voicemail.

It's them, it has to be them, messing with me, but Otto calls right back.

"Della, what's up?" he says, and I hear a commotion in the background, the kids trick or treating.

"Otto," I whisper, I'm sobbing, snot running down my face.

"Della?"

"Otto, there's someone in the house."

"Wait, what? Della, are you messing with me?"

"No, Otto, is Mom with you? Maybe she's pranking me." I'm crying like a little kid.

"Mom!" Otto shouts on his end of the phone. "Mom! Someone's in the house!"

I hear Mom over the line.

"In the what?" Mom sounds intoxicated.

"In the house! We gotta go!"

Otto is panicking, and Mom thinks he's messing with her.

BANG-BANG-BANG

It's the bedroom door.

BANG-BANG-BANG

It's the bedroom window.

OMG

I scream and cry into the phone.

"Della, I'm calling 911!"

Otto hangs up on me.

I'm shaking and alone on my closet floor, apparently more than one person trying to beat their way into my bedroom.

Ding.

I look down at the phone.

I click the tagged video.

Someone is slowly walking through our house, filming as they go, running the very sharp edge of a knife along all the surfaces on their journey from the kitchen to my door. The video stops with a gloved hand jiggling my doorknob.

Another video, filming my bedroom through my window as I yank on the curtains.

I notice there's another tag on this one. They tagged more than one person. It's Jasper. I go to his page. He's still LIVE. I click on it, but it's just darkness. No sound.

Is this him? Is he screwing with me?

I type into the live chat: "Are you doing this to me?"

Nothing.

Ding.

A video, dark like Jaspers LIVE, only it begins to illuminate, and I see what looks to be fingers start to appear. Dark fingers, bloody fingers. Fingers that look funny. As the camera pulls back, I see its Jasper. He's slumped over his steering wheel, not moving. He's been in an accident, I think, or someone has hurt him. Lights, blinking.

I scream again, I'm sure he's dead.

This can't be happening.

The banging stops. I sit still, holding my breath so as not to make a single sound, but I feel like I'm suffocating and instead my breath gets louder and louder.

I wait. I try to adjust, because my neck is hurting and my arm is tingling like it's falling asleep. Where is Otto? Why hasn't he called me back?

Ding.

I click on the video.

I see my ceiling, unmistakable. The dark blue and gold galaxy poster that hangs over my bed stares at me through my phone, the light flickering on my screen as the fan runs full speed, just as I had left it, and then, the camera focuses on the closet before cutting off.

I can't breathe. My arm is throbbing, my fingers can barely move. My chest feels heavy, I squirm. There's something wrong with me, I'm about to die.

Della's funeral was an odd affair.

No parents.

No brother.

No Jasper.

Her parents were still in jail. Her brother in juvenile detention. Her boyfriend, well, his parents bailed him out, but he was on house arrest following the prank gone horribly wrong.

They just wanted to prove to her that she had become addicted to her phone. They thought they could scare her straight, get her to see that there's more to life than cat videos and endless scrolling, and they thought she'd find it funny, eventually.

Her parents, brother, and boyfriend all worked together to plan to perfect, multilevel prank. Her mother on one side of the house, her father on the other. Otto used audio to make it sound like they were at a gathering when really they were just outside. They'd parked down the road, and walked back to the house with her Dad and Jasper.

No one knew Della had a heart condition. If they had, they'd have never done it. And they admitted they'd taken it a bit too far, but still, they maintained, they had good intentions. It was the phone that was the problem. The apps. The screens.

And yet, the thing that killed her were the people.

[panandinpain0]

So I've never done a request before, but could I get a Cedric X Male ravenclaw reader. I just finished reading "good luck charm" and im in love

Being Best Friends with Cedric Diggory

Hey! So sorry this took so long, I've been... avoiding my requesting section tbh.

But I'm so glad you liked "Token of Good Luck"!

Me from 10 minutes later: Okay, I can't for the life of me think of a plot for this, so I'm going to do headcanons(ish) of being his best friend/falling in love with each other.

I'm really sorry, idk where any ounce of creativity went but it's left my brain.

Requested by: Anon

Cedric Diggory x Male!Ravenclaw!Reader

Reader is a muggleborn :)

Warnings: Lots of physical touch (Sorry, its my love language)

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(Y/N) and Cedric had met during the sorting ceremony

(Y/N) was terrified-

It made sense, seeing as he had only been introduced to the wizarding world, what

a month ago?

So he was visibly unsettled

His hands were sweaty and his face was flushed

His hair was ruffled from having run his hands through it

And Cedric took pity on him

"Hi! I'm Cedric Diggory! What's your name?" Cedric asked, smiling as he held out his hand.

"Uh- I'm (Y/N)... (L/N)," (Y/N) hesitated, his hand shaking as he took Cedric's hand.

Cedric could feel the sweat on his hand as he shook it, but he shook it off.

"That's a cool name! What house do you think you'll get sorted into?"

(Y/N) didn't know, nor did he care

He just cared about going back home to normal school

And he told Cedric this

Causing his face to heat up as Cedric laughed

"You want to go back to normal school? Why? It sounds boring to me," Cedric had said as you waited for McGonagall to call the new students into the Great Hall.

"You're right, it was really boring. But it was less nerve wracking than this." (Y/N) gestured vaguely around them.

Cedric had offered his hand as a comfort

and (Y/N) took it

And that was probably the most defining moment in their friendship

Of course they only got closer through the years

And their friendship was very physical

The two of them were constantly touching

Holding hands

Hugs

Arms over each other's shoulders

Etc.

You get the point

So naturally (?)

People assumed they were dating

"Hey Cedric," another Hufflepuff came up to him, sliding into the seat in front of him with a flirty smile.

"Hey Axel!" Cedric greeted with a smile. The truth was, (Y/N) and Cedric were hardly apart, but (Y/N) had been pulled away by another friend.

"How would you feel about going out with me?"

Cedric was a bit shocked by the bluntness of the question, but was even more confused as one of Axel's Slytherin friends came up and hissed a whisper.

"Axel, I already told you- Cedric and (Y/N) are dating!" said Slytherin scolded, trying to pull Axel away.

"Wait, what-" Cedric's brows furrowed.

"So sorry about that, he doesn't know what he's doing," Axel's friend apologized, laughing nervously and pulling Axel away.

Cedric was left absolutely puzzled as (Y/N) rejoined him.

"Sorry about that, Ced. Woah, are you okay?" (Y/N) asked as he adjusted his blue and silver tie, looking at Cedric with concern.

"I think people think we're a couple," Cedric revealed, looking at (Y/N) with concern.

The two promptly burst into laughter.

Of course, they were both hiding the fact that they really did want to be a couple

But they'd never tell each other that.

Until Hermione Granger shoved them into a broom closet together.

"Hermione, let us out! I was in the middle of my painting!" (Y/N) shouted, hitting the door a bit for extra dramatics.

"Not until you two spill your guts!" Hermione shouted back.

"We have nothing to spill, Hermione, we're best friends!" Cedric shouted back.

Both boys waiting a moment before realizing Hermione had walked away.

(Y/N) groaned and twisted around, dragging himself against the wall until he was sitting on the floor.

"So, what famous painting are you working on now?" Cedric teased, sitting next to his best friend of six years.

"Uh- another landscape," (Y/N) chuckled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. He was clearly lying, but Cedric didn't question it.

Instead Cedric picked up (Y/N)'s hand and played with his fingers, noting the brown paint covering them.

"What were you painting that required so much brown paint?" Cedric snorted, noting the amount that (Y/N) was sporting.

"...Dirt?" (Y/N) sheepishly tried. ((Y/N) was very bad at lying, and Cedric knew this.)

"Seriously, what are you painting?" Cedric was genuinely curious now.

"...You."

Cedric's gaze darted up in surprise, eyebrows raised with a smile growing on his lips.

"You're painting me? Why?" Cedric asked with a laugh, whispering now.

"Because you're really pretty, why wouldn't I want to paint you?" (Y/N) shrugged with a smile, avoiding Cedric's gaze and hoping he couldn't see his rosy cheeks in the dark of the closet. "I'm not sure I'll be able to do you justice, though. The reason there's so much brown paint is because I'm trying to find the right shade for your hair- which surprisingly won't match your eyes."

Cedric brought his hand up to (Y/N)'s neck, using his other hand to turn (Y/N)'s face to look him in the eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" Cedric asked, eyes bright as he smiled widely.

"What?" (Y/N) gasped, blinking a few times.

"Can I kiss you?" Cedric repeated with a small laugh.

"Uh- yeah," (Y/N) stammered, and Cedric swooped in to steal a kiss.

As they parted, (Y/N) sighed, blinking his eyes open.

"Pinch me."

"What?" Cedric laughed, shaking his head.

"Pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming."

You can imagine majority of the school's surprise when they realized the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw boy had just gotten together-

and hadn't, you know, been dating for the last couple of years.

End

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Sorry if this didn't turn out like you expected, but I hope you liked it!

Thank you so much for requesting, anon! Hope you're having a great day!

-Author Max <3

[deaneverafter]

Carrion Comfort

Episode thoughts dropping 2 days late because I was too busy having Emotions™️ and rewatching the episode? More likely than you'd think 💖🤣

I've said this before, and I'll say it again, I am really, really loving the episode cases, and the vibes that come along with them. This episode especially was so creepy! Everyone say thank you, Jensen Ackles 🥂

The car scene.

The way Beau was looking at Jenny before asking her if she's okay says so much 🥺 He's so worried 😭 I can't wait for him to realize he's fallen for her 💕

Right after the walkthrough of the crime scene.

I love how Beau's clearly been working to help make the whole department run smoothly, make everyone feel useful and appreciated, he's such a good boss ✊🏻

Precinct scene.

Cassie Dewell, aka, the only Cass I know 😊 And she wouldn't leave her friends for dead because they didn't return her feelings 💛

I want to see Beau's 10 year old photo for the department website (and I want someone to acknowledge that it doesn't look 10 years older, because he looks the same) 💖

Cassie watching Beau and Jenny flirt and bicker like a married couple, like 👀😏 She ships it 💫 Love a supportive best friend, who just wants her two friends to have happiness and love in their lives 🥺

"Is that a werewolf? That's a first for me." Bestie- 🥺💖 Jensen bringing Dean with him everywhere he goes, and I'm on the floor in my feels, sobbing 😌💟

Ugh, Carla.

Carla divorced Beau which means that he's not obligated to tell her anything or practice his "communication skills" with her 🙄 The entitlement is real. Truly canNOT stand this woman, she's so mean and passive aggressive and dismissive towards Beau, as well as condescending and rude towards Jenny 😒 She really came in and insulted both my favourite people in the span of one and a half minute, oh, and yeah, remember when she broke Beau's whole heart? And continues to make him feel small and sad? Yeah, to say I don't like her is an understatement.

Jenny defending Beau against Carla was such a nice moment, and just another reason she's the best, and why her and Beau are the perfect match. She actually cares about him, respects and understands him. Next time Carla is being rude and mean, I hope she doesn't care about being polite and wipes the floor with Carla. Would also love to see her about to punch her, and then Beau holds her back, because he can't have his undersheriff getting charged and we get another unintentionally intimate moment, before he cheekily thanks her for defending his honour 💅🏻💖

Here's to hoping something dramatic happens before Emily comes to stay with Beau, to prevent it, I can't stomach even the thought of putting up with her insulting and dismissing Beau for a whole episode 😣😒 And him spending the whole episode looking heartbroken and sad and on the verge of tears 😭

Big Sky, Season 2, Episode 18, Catch a Few Fish

Jenny: and lemme guess, you're still in love with her

Beau: 😐😶

Big Sky, Deadly Trails, Season 3, Episode 4, Carrion Comfort

Jenny: you're still in love with her

Beau: No, I'm not. No. Stop it.

And I, for one, believe him. Especially since I'm still trying to understand what he saw in her in the first place. She's so mean!

Also, Jenny once again trying to gauge Beau's feelings for someone else by teasing him? Just for fun, no reason whatsoever? Just out of curiosity? 👀 Mm-mm, she wants to know if her heart will be safe with him if she lets herself fully fall (because deep down she's already fallen, all that's left to do is admit it) 😌

Glamping Shenanigans.

Full offense, but I'd much rather watch more about Luke and Paige and their past (criminal?) activities, than Emily whining and sticking her nose where it doesn't belong every episode. Paige and Luke aren't likable at all, but they ARE interesting. Emily is annoying AND boring. And she keeps getting exponentially more obnoxious every episode.

Cassie and Cormac.

They are my, er, second "one" true pairing (after Jenny/Beau, of course). I really wasn't expecting to ship someone with Cassie this soon after Lindor after they broke up right after getting together after a one and a half season long burn, but I am rooting for these two for sure 👌🏻

Donno and Tonya.

Am I finding myself shipping Tonya and Donno or......? I mean, I could definitely be okay with them just being friends and partners, but...... I don't know, it could be tipped over to romance very easily 👀

Sunny and Walt.

Wow, Walt really had me feeling bad for a minute there, I was like, damn, he did kill Mark, but maybe he didn't mean to......? But nah, this man is full-on Menace in the Woods 😱🔪 And I would not be surprised if Sunny and Walt became a full on killing team, they're both so unhinged! 💯

The Cutter House. Part I.

Beau patting Jenny on the shoulder entering the house had no tactical reason, so I just love that they're such a team, so concerned for each other, that he did it to reassure her he's there, he's okay, he's got her back 🥺💕

The Cutter House. Part II, aka, The Scene™️.

Them fighting the killer, Beau and Jenny are so badass and such a perfect team 💅🏻

Beau fighting to protect himself versus Beau after the creep attacked Jenny, he was much more intense during the latter, I love the increased intensity and drive. He really said no one touches my girl 😡 and I love that 💖💕💫

Every time she thinks Beau got hurt, Jenny gets so worried, everything else loses focus. She rushed to him, completely forgetting the suspect, and if that's not love... 💕 and how gentle she is checking his wound, touching it so gingerly 🥺 True loveism 💝💖

It's so perfect how in sync they are, Beau knew he could count on Jenny to know why he'd turned her around, and Jenny trusted him and instinctually knew why, she realized exactly what he was doing. And him, physically having her back, holding her steady 🥺💝 Plus, the way it ended with them holding on to each other 💯 They're so sexy for that 🔥💕

There's also a moment where it looks like Beau might've been reaching for Jenny's hand, so maybe one of the takes had them shooting together and I'd love to see that outtake, though I do love how it actually played out, with complete trust and them in sync 🥺

I also love how they just stay in this position just a minute longer than necessary, letting themselves be support for the other, letting themselves take comfort from the other, just breathing together for a moment 🥺💟

Also, is it just me or did Jenny just absolutely melt back into Beau once they both knew the danger was averted? 🥺💖 I love the trust they have. And the 💫 tension 💫

And this moment when they're both still breathless, and Beau feels the intimacy of the situation and Jenny just leans back into him, when he's finally looking at her, I think he's realizing he's fallen for her, irrevocably 🥺💕

I just, I love this scene a lot. And I really love that the scene is so warm and wholesome with their trust and teamwork, but also really hot and has a lot of tension! It's everything to me, and I just love how it was written and played so well, such a perfect balance of emotional vulnerability and display of feelings, and physical tension 🥺💖

The Hospital Scene.

Jenny reassuring Beau about how good of a dad he is 🥺 He deserves to be around people who appreciate and respect him so much 💛

The more episodes go by without Beau calling her "Jenny" and only "Hoyt", even though he called her Jenny during the premiere, the more I become convinced that he's already in love, but denying it to himself (until he just can't 👀). Although, he didn't call her Hoyt after the fight scene, might that be more evidence my man's catching on to how he feels about Jenny.....? 🥺👀

Beau, my beloved.

Beau really is the whole package. Kind, funny, handsome, caring & THIS good at his job? His instincts about the murder not being random were right, and when he was looking at the photos, his gut knew it was important, even when he didn't have all the pieces to know why 🏆💯🥰❤

He used to build houses in the summers? And knows about antiques? I love a multitalented and multifaceted king 🥺 I want to hear more about his backstory, his parents/siblings, his hobbies, what he likes to do in his free time. Just, more about him in general. I truly do love him with my whole heart 💖

"Wow, Beau was extra handsome and charming this episode 🥰❤" <- me after literally every single episode 🤣