#and there's a 'weird presence' that seemingly drives away all her stalkers

[weareallgonnaliveforawhile]

Mob Psycho x Saiki K AU/ Kokomi Reigen AU

Alright so, to start, I'm gonna start from the very beginning, before the actual start of the story.

You might be asking, why the hell would Kokomi decide to work at a run-down little 'company' that specializes in exorcising spirits where the only other workers is this weird sweaty adult guy and his middle schooler son(?) 

I am here to say that it started with one little thing; Kokomi realized that Saiki was in the 'occult' club. Now Kokomi is a normal teenager and when she finds out that her crush is interested in something, she wants to join it...

if she did, she'd have to deal with Toritsuka all the time plus she doesn't want her fans to flood the club and ruin the time she wants to spend with Saiki, so joining was absolutely out of the question. 

But what WASN'T out of the question was trying to learn more about the occult and that type of thing so that later she can mention it to Saiki, and then he'll be so impressed with her that he'll have to say Oh wow-

But the thing is that going to libraries is also really hard for her because of her looks, so she decides to google the shit out of things and stumbles upon a site for this quiet little 'Exorcist' place that has a lot of positive reviews, and it's the only place that she's seen that's not a tourist spot. 

Maybe if she talked to the owner, she'll be able to learn more about the occult! (From the reviews, he’s either a middle-aged man or a dude in college and both types of dude LOVE her so she'll be able to charm him into helping her with her research if need be) Plus, it's in an isolated area so if she does her best to attract as little attention as possible, she'll be able to get there with 50% fewer stalkers!

Though, when she gets there she's given several surprises 

The owner guy, while he did (predictably) say 'Oh wow' when he saw her...that was it. He didn't get heart eyes or anything like that, he just went straight to business

There was a random middle schooler there and he was the same! He said 'Oh wow' and blushed but all he did was quietly ask if she was related to some girl at his school then get embarrassed and continue his own work without looking at her!

The office is a real hole-in-the-wall place, hard to find if you don't have an exact address or were told by someone else where it was.

She made it there with no stalkers. She managed to lose some stragglers by hiding behind a tree, but there was just a weird energy in the area that seemed to make them go away on their own. She liked it.

She gathered that the occult was almost definitely not what they did most of the time. While the dude did seem to offer some 'Ghost Hunting Services', the other half of the services were just a lot of fancy words used to hide the fact that they were just doing bullshit to make people who didn't have ghosts (or demons or whatever it was)

Maybe it was a mix of all five of these. Maybe it's because the middle schooler's calm demeanor reminds her of Saiki. Maybe it's cause the dudes causal reaction to her beauty (something that made lesser men faint) was some of the closest that she's had to being treated like a human being by a dude older than her. Maybe it's because Makoto last check that he sent for bills came last night with the note 'Love you, my dear kokomi <3' and she couldn't stop herself from burning it.

But when the blond, sweaty, and over-the-top scam artist owner who hasn't ONCE blushed when looking at her asks her what she's here for-

-she says the only thing that comes to mind and asks for a job.

It takes everyone in the room off guard, but she liked to think that she was hiding it decently enough. But after filling out some paperwork and answering some surprisingly short questions, she's hired and expected to start working next Monday after school.

Her mind kinda goes blank after that. 

But can she really be blamed? She’s had a long week this is the first time in ages that someone (Other than Saiki) didn’t fawn over her.

It isn't until much later, when she's been working there for a few weeks that she begins to loosen up and not be the 'perfect pretty girl' all the time during work hours. 

Mob helps.

Reigen punching her brother in the face helps a lot more.

[black-streak]

Saturday night's alright for fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest) - Who's Vixen?

Part 8

The trolls have it, no cuddling here. No Jasons were harmed in the making of this chapter, though I would love to see what you guys think she was doing with the cloth. Tim might have thoughts on how he finds them.

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If anyone asked Marinette what possessed her to think taunting Red Hood was a good idea, she'd immediately shove Plagg in their face and run. Truly, it had to be that damned cat's influence making her into the petty creature she resembled right now. 

Sure, three weeks had passed since Jason had interrupted her first true masked interaction with Red Robin, but that only meant she'd had time to plan for this.

She'd evaded the others easily, knowing Robin and Red would be on the lookout for her specifically, but that didn't mesh well with what she wanted to come of tonight. Either one could interrupt later, but for now, she needed Hood alone.

Grateful the flute never manifested on this merged suit, she imagined the illusion she wished to create. Building the magic beneath her claws, Tuemessian scraped once across the concrete, allowing a gray tabby cat to manifest where she pulled back from. Down below, she saw Red Hood turn at the sound, looking up and seeing the cat tracing a path down the pipes onto a fire escape and down into the alley beside him.

Picking her way across the roof, she watched as he disregarded the cat, making way for the fire escape the cat just exited. Upon reaching the top, he looked around the roof, only to find the same cat sitting on the roof ledge, watching him.

Hood only stared a moment before shaking his head and looking ahead, seemingly mapping out a way across the rooftops before taking off.

And so the chase began.

Every roof he stopped on for more than a moment, the same cat would appear, stalking across the edge of his vision. Only now every time he turned to look, the creature disappeared.

After four or five reappearances, Hood turned unexpectedly, catching the cat in his sights, gun pointed at the devilish creature. 

Seemingly nonplussed by his threat, the cat leaned forward on its perch and sniffed the barrel of the gun before meowing at him and jumping down the side of the building.

Looking over the edge, he watched it pick its way over to a dumpster and disappear inside it. Heaving a sigh, he took its place sitting upon the roof ledge. He still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Dropping his covered head into his hands, he took a few deep breaths through the helmet, contemplating taking it off a moment just to stave off the claustrophobic paranoia. Only for water to rain down on his head.

"What tHE FUCK," Hood yelled, jumping up only to have a cloth wrap around the mask, rubbing back and forth across the surface. Twisting and reaching out simultaneously to throw off his attacker, he was met with air. Rapidly turning in a circle, he found the spot he sat in still wet, cloth on the ground at his feet. So not his imagination. Something was following him.

Oh, game on.

Running over the rooftops again, he focused in on anything behind him, listening for even the slightest breath of air, a single scratch of concrete, anything. 

Feeling a shift of air right behind him, he dropped down and swept his foot behind him, bracing for impact, only to find none.

An indistinct giggle sounded to his left and he launched himself towards the sound, only to force into a tuck roll when no impact came. Landing on his feet, he took off once more, still focusing behind himself, only to have his arm yanked on, veering him to the right, only then noticing the billboard he almost ran headlong into. Stopping short once more, he pressed his back against the darkened side of the sign, peering out into the night before him, assessing the situation.

One, someone was following him. Obviously.

Two, they were toying with him. It pissed him off to no end, but nothing had been violent as of yet.

Three, they prevented his dumbass from faceplanting into… 

Peaking around the edge of the sign, he saw it was an advertisement for Wayne Enterprises newest project. Oh, that just fucking figures.

Three, they prevented him from the embarrassment of bashing his face into his family's billboard. He'd never hear the end of it had someone caught That on camera.

Okay… so the presence was most likely benevolent, if a little playful and sneaky as all hell. 

Giving a rattling, bone deep sigh, still watching the empty space before him, he reached up and clicked on his comm for the first time that night, switching to a specific channel.

"Yo, babybird."

It took a moment too long for the other end of the line to click open, but he waited, knowing the lack of desire to respond to the nickname was the only reason for the hesitation.

"What is it, Hood?"

"Your shadow get bored of you?"

"....how do you mean."

"Pretty sure it's following me."

".... Good luck with that."

Jerking forward, he yelled over the com, "What do you mean, good luck?! Come collect it, it obviously likes you more!"

"No it doesn't, you just said it was bored of me."

"It helped you though!"

"... What exactly did it do to you then?"

"...Nothing violent. But it obviously has Something against me."

He was met with radio silence for a solid minute. Hood was beginning to think RR might have turned his end off and left him to his fate, in which case he was going to personally hunt the bird down and make him take the damn stalker back. Suddenly, the line flicked back open.

"I'm in route, hold tight."

And with that, the line went quiet. He considered comming Batman as well if only to fill him in on the situation, only to shake the thought away, 'Fuck that, he'd just over react. Harmless or not, he'd attack for simply walking on his terf.'

In his distraction, Hood forgot the space he created behind his back. That is, until he felt a hand pressing into the tense muscles of his upper back, right into the tender spot by the shoulder blade where a knot had formed. Reacting without thought, he reached over and locked his hand around a tiny wrist. 

At first, all he felt was shock. Four months of trying to even prove the existence of this shadow and now he holds it by the wrist. That was when he saw it. The same tabby cat from earlier at the edge of the roof. The second he spotted it, the cat was on the move, claws bared and teeth glinting as it hurled itself towards him.

Pulling his arm around, forcing the wrist to follow, he used the shadow, that now was an indistinct black blur, as a human shield. It seemed to wrap around him and suddenly the cat was gone. Sitting stock still and gripping the wrist a little tighter, he watched for the cat to reappear only to hear a giggle in his ear. 

Part of the blur pulled back and revealed catlike eyes that would put Selina's costume to shame, the iris a vibrant glowing blue bleeding into silvery gray scleras. The second he took note of the eyes, the rest of a body became apparent, settled into his lap, legs wrapped around his torso and wrist held in his hand the other coming up and quickly tugging his helmet off, tossing it aside in a swift movement before he could react. Red chose that moment to land on the other end of the rooftop.

"Vixen!"

The creature tilted its head, something in the hood flicking at Red Robin's voice, but eyes not leaving Hood, looking like a predator having trapped its prey after a long hunt. Which meant no sense since he caught her.

"Get off him."

'Vixen' as littlebird called him, arched their back, using the captive wrist and tightened legs as a tether point to go back further until they were looking back at his brother from an upside down vantage.

"Aww, I was just having a little fun. He interrupted mine after all."

"Come here, little shadow."

With that, they pulled free of his grip like it was nothing, twisting off him and disappearing, only to reappear in front of Red, pressed into his space and bushy tail swishing behind them. His brother seemed completely unfazed by the visual confirmation of the nonentity that had been stalking them all this time.

"So you decided to finally trust another?"

Giggling, the figure pulled the hood down from their head, ears popping out from under it, probably what had been twitching earlier.

"Yeah, figured I'd mess with him while I still had anonymity on my side," the voice finally took on a tone, sounding feminine and painfully familiar.

Coming out of his stupor at this display of casual trust between the two, Hood loudly cleared his throat, gaining the attention of both.

"Hey Red, Vixen. Excuse me, but what the fuck is going on here?"

The rather small girl? Woman? Whatever. Turning towards him, the facial features and hair came into view along with that same soft, female voice, seemingly taking notice of him again.

"Hiya Jason."

"... Pixie pop?!"

"Damn, how much of the glamor did you take off?" Red asked.

"Most of it. My face looks like mine smeared in paint with weird eyes to him right now," she stated, making her way back over to him and offering a hand.

"You're the goddamned shadow that's been driving Bats in circles?!"

"Well yeah. But it's okay! Alfred knows."

"Of fucking course Alfred knows, he knows everything… but you know as well. All of us?"

She nodded solemnly.

Letting out a sigh, he ruffled her hair only to stop as his hand hit an ear.

"So what the hell is with this getup anyways?"

"You heard about the whole situation with a ladybug a few years back in Paris?"

"Yeah, with the magic shit that barred us all from the city, I remember. You telling me it's connected to that?"

"Let's just say it's the same source of power. I'll tell you more another time. Point is, the fox bits are real in costume, so gentle please?"

Immediately tugging at an ear tip, dragging an upset whine from her, "I don't know, should I be nice to someone who was perfectly content messing with me all night?"

Smacking his hand away, she pouted, not paying attention as Red immediately put his hand on top of her head in a soothing motion.

"You deserved it."

"Oh yeah, and how is that?"

"Startled me three weeks ago on a rooftop when I was stalking Red. You were waiting for me to make myself a little more solid so you could catch me!"

"Well excuse me, little grudge keeper, but I wouldn't have tried to catch you if you'd just let us know it was you. When did you get so vindictive anyways?" He asked, gaze flickering to the casual contact between the two in front of him before brushing it off as their unusual form of comfort they seemed to have with one another.

"Oh yeah, because Batman is always so welcoming to anyone in his city who seems not completely human. And you're not the most inviting vigilante yourself there. Really, would you have accepted me as a non threat if I did just immediately reveal myself."

"Alright alright, point taken, kid."

Seeming to fidget in place, she looked up at him, tugging the fabric normally covering her mouth up a bit to hide under.

"You're not upset, are you?"

Softening, he pulled her into a bear hug, enveloping her into his chest, "Course not, sweetheart. I'm going to get you back for that stunt you pulled earlier though!" He threatened, ruffling the hair between her ears once more.

"Try and retaliate and I'll tell everyone about you almost running face first-mrph," he cut her off by smothering her face further into his chest.

"Point made! We should get going, yeah?"

Pulling free, she glared up at him, before making way to the edge of the roof, Red following them.

"How long have you known your shadow was Mari, anyways?"

"Hey! Codenames only."

"Right, Vixen."

"Actually it's Tuemessian," she deflects, changing the topic and jumping on Red's back, much to Hood's amusement.

"Oh yeah, like the Greek fox?"

"Exactly!"

"Hmm, destined to never be caught. Pretty fitting, though the original mythos has you created to punish Thebes for its crimes."

"And that isn't what I'm doing?"

Blinking back, he stopped a moment, "oh hell, you really thought it through, didn't you?"

She disappeared from sight, though a trained eye could see the fold in fabric where her weight settled around Red, who was surprisingly quiet throughout the encounter.

"Mmm," she hummed in that weird mix of voices once more.

Taking off across the rooftops once more, he realized one crucial detail he missed, "You knew she was your shadow this whole time!" He called after them, receiving a bark of laughter in return.

[connormurphyobsessed]

I wouldn’t be sure of that (Connor Murphy x reader smut!)

Hiii! I am back and with some good old smut! Thank you again for the response on my first post, it means so much to me!!! Also I got some amazing requests that I will start working on! Keep sending them in! Also there are some random parts about horses and cults, so just be warned hahaha.

Requested: nope Words: 2,642 Warnings: smut!!! And some swearing. Also I forgot to write in protection :P, but if you don’t have protection no horizontal hula!

Sixth period was the definition of boring. The AP US History class was so dull that you had turned to contemplating how many horses it would take to make a horse cult. What was a horse cult? You had no idea, but you were dedicated to finding out during the hell which was called AP History. The only thing you had to look forward to was ‘Spa Day’, or ‘Spa Afternoon,’ with your friends. The monthly tradition was created after your friend Zoe had an unfortunate accident plucking her eyebrows. Let’s just say nobody looks good without eyebrows. After that fateful day you, Zoe, and newfound friend Alana vowed that each month you would all spend time “treating yourselves.” This wonderful tradition switched between the three girl’s houses, and no matter where you were you always managed to laugh the night away, create weird face masks, and leave embarrassing texts to people you were too scared to talk to. This current month signaled that the sleepover would occur at the Murphy’s house, and although her parents were nice it meant running the risk of bumping into Connor. You didn’t have preconceived notions that other people had regarding Connor, but that was just problem. He fascinated you beyond anyone or anything, even more than horse cults. The lanky boy that kept his door closed at all times made you want to be brave, or at least brave enough to talk to him more in depth than you usually had.

You had known Zoe for around a year after changing high schools, and you had become instant friends. Alana had started helping you with your Spanish homework and soon enough all three of you would spend your lunches together filling out quizzes in teen magazines, and confiding in each other. Throughout your year long friendship, you had surprisingly spoken to Connor many times. When the school hallways became too overwhelming you would often wander into the school’s library and sit next to Connor. At first, he was hesitant to talk to you, fearing you were just another mean girl at school, but after some time it seemed as if he actually liked your presence, and that talking to you wasn’t that bad. This small friendship created between the two of you always seemed to sway on the line of flirtation, but no matter how many times you hinted to him that you liked him it always went right over his head. To say that it was frustrating would be the understatement of the year, and you couldn’t just bring it up with Zoe. Sure she was probably your best friend, but why bring anything up if all Connor saw you as was some friend.

“Connor’s going to have to drive us back home today,” Zoe said as you all stood by Alana’s locker while she put away a book. “Wait, why?” you asked while fidgeting with the strap on your backpack. “My mom’s with my aunt today so Connor drove me to school. Don’t worry though he promised me not to be 100% embarrassing,” she answered while reapplying her lip gloss. The three of you started walking towards the front doors of the school which seemed absurdly large. “It doesn’t matter how we get there, besides I bet he wouldn’t mind if we started talking in the car, right Zoe?” piped in Alana. “If that’s what you’re worried about y/n,” Zoe spoke as she slung her arm around you, “it won’t stop us from gossiping. Connor’s used to tuning me out so you can still spill all your secrets.” Alana and Zoe laughed, while your nervous laughter blended in. Together you walked to the school parking lot and looked for the familiar silver minivan that you were used to Zoe’s mom driving. Instead of Zoe’s mom you were used to, you saw Connor leaning against the minivan the family lovingly called “The Beast.” The three of you giggled at the unusual sight, but while Alana and Zoe might have been giggling about how funny it was, you were because of how good Connor looked. He wore his usual black shirt and jeans, but you could see bright yellow socks peeking out from under his jeans. “Uhmm y/n?” Zoe asked laughing. “Oh! Sorry I just kind of zoned for a minute,” Zoe looked at you with a slight smirk but didn’t say anything else as you all got in the car. You sat in the front seat, but only because you got motion sick and nobody wanted you to puke all over the car…again. As soon as Connor started the car Alana started talking a million miles a minute about somebody in here math class who she seemingly liked. You chimed in a few times, but mostly listened and tried to look at Connor without seeming like a stalker. The conversation then shifted to you, forcing you to be pulled back to reality. “What about Shawn? He’s cute, and totally into you!” Alana said shaking her head. “Shawn? I guess he’s cute, but I don’t like him like that at all,” you replied glancing over at Connor who was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles had turned white, or at least whiter. His eyes were intense and he was staring at the road as if he had a personal vendetta against it. “Will you all just shut the fuck up?!” Connor yelled. The car went silent as Alana and Zoe looked at each other in surprise. You on the other hand just stared at Connor. “Are you okay?” you asked quietly. He didn’t respond and instead turned the music in the car up. You quickly glanced in the back seat where Zoe shrugged at you, while Alana tried not to laugh. “Sorry,” she said between giggles, “I laugh in stressful situations.” And with that, the rest of the car ride was filled with Alana laughing on and off and some Bruce Springsteen.

After what felt like hours you arrived at the Murphy house. Zoe, Alana, and you all jumped out of the car and ran upstairs to Zoe’s room where you immediately started painting each other’s nails and failed at Pinterest hacks. Eventually, the sun went down and you all changed into pajamas. By 10’oclock Alana had crashed in her sleeping bag and was snoring what would be an obnoxious amount if you didn’t love her so much. Zoe on the other hand had a habit of saying she wouldn’t fall asleep early, but once again by 10:30 pm she was sound asleep on her bed. Although this might be annoying to others you didn’t really mind since they seemed like they needed sleep, and you never really fell asleep until much later in the night. Tonight seemed like one of those nights where falling asleep seemed impossible, so you decided to wash your face again, hoping that maybe the hot water on your face would make you sleepy. On the way to the bathroom, in what was a very dark hall, you started thinking about horse cults again , and if that could actually be a thing. Not even realizing where you were walking you opened the door at the end of the hallway, but the bathroom wasn’t there. Instead, you open the door to find a dimly lit room with Connor sitting at the end of his bed reading. “What are you doing y/n?” Connor asked looking up at you with confusion written all over his face. “This isn’t the bathroom,” you said trying to laugh it off, “I’m sorry about that. I guess the dark really turned me around.” You smiled at Connor before realizing you were awkwardly standing in his doorway in very short pajama shorts and a tank top with no bra on. “I guess I’ll be leaving now. I don’t want to bother you or anyth-,” “You can stay if you want, but I’m guessing that would annoy Zoe so…” “She’s asleep,” you said quickly, “I mean her and Alana already fell asleep and I have trouble sleeping, so thanks.” You silently cursed at yourself for seeming so desperate, but Connor didn’t seem to mind so you made your way into his room. Connor scooted over on his bed to make space for you. As you sat down you took in what was happening. You were in Connor’s room. Connor. The boy who you’ve silently liked for months, and now you were sitting on his bed. “So,” Connor said as he pulled his hair up into a bun, “you don’t like that Shawn guy?” “What?  My gosh no. Why?” you asked aloud. “I guess I was just wondering since he likes you apparently and Alana seems to think you two would be good together or some shit like that.” Now it was Connor’s turn to silently curse at himself. “Well he’s okay, but I’m kind of into someone else, but that’s a little hopeless,” you answered trying not to look Connor in the eyes. “Hopeless?” Connor said as he slowly scooted closer to you. “He doesn’t like me like that,” you answered, actually looking at Connor this time. Your eyes flickered from his lips back to his eyes, and you were quickly aware that you were so close you could kiss him. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Connor answered. In a single swoop he moved his mouth to yours and the heat that radiated off of him connected you together. With your lips connected you felt as if the two of you turned into one. All the anxiety of not knowing if you felt the same way slipped away as the rush of your soft lips against his own hit him. The intensity of kissing each other was more than both of you had thought possible, and the way you felt against him was something so incredible that Connor thought no words in the English language could explain it. Maybe it was the passion of the kiss, or maybe it was how intoxicating Connor was, but you wanted more. No, you needed more. With the thrill of Connor’s lips on your own you started to slowly, almost painfully drag Connor’s shirt off. Connor wasn’t as patient as you were and quickly pulled his shirt off lacking any form of grace. You lightly laughed in response but were quickly brought back by the sight of Connor in front of you. He was all you had ever wanted and there he was, with lanky arms, milky white skin, small tufts of chest hair, and he was absolutely stunning. “Can I take your shirt off?” Connor asked with a slight quiver in his voice. You nodded in response as his cold fingers brushed against your sides as he pulled your shirt over your head. Connor took a moment to admire you and every line on your body. You wrapped your arms back around Connor’s neck as he wrapped his around your waist, bringing his hands up to your breasts. His hands were cold, but soft and gentle. You pushed your body against his this time, wanted to be closer to him. A low groan tumbled out of his mouth as you moved to straddle him. Your hands tugged at the hair in his bun, and he bucked forward bringing moans from both of your mouths this time. You quickly pulled away and gently tugged at his pajama pants. In a fluid motion, he flipped you so you were on your back and his arms on either side of you, seemingly protecting you from the outside world. “Are you sure you want to?” Connor asked before going back to your lips. “100% sure,” you replied smiling up at him. “I’ve never really you know…uhmm…I don’t have experience,” he said trying to look you in the eyes. “I don’t care, and we don’t have to do anything,” you said as you pushed a loose strand of hair behind his ears. “I fucking want to, I just wanted you to know,” and with that he brought his lips back to yours. It felt as if all the oxygen was brought back to your body. Suddenly it felt as if there were too many clothes on. You started pulling down his pajama pants and Connor helped as swiftly pull them off and kick them to the floor. With his length free he tugged on your pants. You desperately kicked them off and Connor laughed. Expecting Connor to bring his lips back to yours you closed your eyes. Instead, you felt him slowly kiss down your stomach. Your breath hitched as he got closer and closer to where you felt your heat radiating. With his eyes looking at you he made his way to your core. You gasped and felt yourself grab at the sheets. “I t-t-thought you said you had n-no experience,” you breathed out. “There’s a thing called the internet.” “Thank you internet,” you laughed, “as much fun as this is, I want you…now.” With that permission he brought himself back to you, hovering as you stroked his shaft. “I’d stop that now if I were you, if you ‘want me’,” he said with a shaky voice. You slightly laughed and brought your lips to his once more. The feeling of him on top of you made you feel safe and at home, nothing nerve racking about it, instead it felt right. Connor positioned himself and slowly entered you. Moans slipped from your mouth and you could feel Connor shudder. Even in the moment of so much intimacy you couldn’t help but look at Connor. His eyes squeezed shut, hair tumbling out of the bun, the bucking of his hips that made you believe that there is heaven on earth. With each movement of Connor’s hips against you more and more pleasure surrounded you, and the noises coming from Connor’s mouth were enough to bring you to the edge. With the final thrusts Connor gave, you felt as if your body were on a high, and you knew Connor’s was too with his climax. “My gosh,” he panted, “I think now would be an okay time to say that I like you a lot, shit maybe even love you.” You laughed at Connor’s words, while he dramatically flopped down on the bed next to you. “I like you a lot too. Hell I know I love you,” you spoke as you moved your head onto Connor’s chest. “Good because I was trying to seem cool. I know I love you too.” And with that Connor put his arms around your bare body. “I’m happy we’re on the same page.” You sat up and Connor tried to grab you in his arms. “I’m only putting my pajamas back on so we don’t scar Zoe,” you said trying to find your clothes in the dim light. “Well, I found my shorts.” “Just take my shirt and throw me my pants.” You made your way back to Connor’s bed, half dressed. You got back in his bed and he enveloped you in his arms. “So I guess we’ll have to tell Zoe,” you said with a nervous tinge in your voice. “I don’t think she’ll mind, she’ll just be happy to see you more.” With that you nuzzled your head on his bare chest. “Can I ask you something Connor?” “Anything, I mean you’ve seen me naked, so anything.” “If horses had cults what do you think they would do?” “What the fuck?”

[itstimetowatch]

Look Who’s Stalking

Veronica has Chlamydia? She seems to imply to the doctor that she’s only ever been with Duncan, presumably she and Logan were always being interrupted by random acts of class warfare. (Which by the way, that plotline just disappeared, didn’t it? Back at the beginning of the season, that sort of stuff was jumping off all the time but I can’t remember the last time it happened.) Do we have an accurate count of who all Duncan was with? Veronica and Meg, obviously. I guess there’s no way of knowing.

I love you so much, Mac! Please be around more often next season!

Woody’s a creep and a freak. Good to know.

The Cliff’s missing briefcase story! I’d honestly forgotten all about that! Hopefully, this means we get to see Cliff again soon!

Um, Leo? Weird. Never expected to see him again.

*sigh* I’m still not super psyched to see Veronica and Logan get back together. I mean, that’s very obviously where this is going.

In other news, Veronica and Meg do seem to have been Duncan’s only sexual partners. So that’s weird. If Veronica’s only been with Duncan and Meg was only ever with Duncan and he’s only been with the two of them, then they are a closed system. There’s nowhere for an STI to have come from. Which means that either Duncan was with someone else (which would seem like a weird thing to reveal at this point), Meg was with someone else (which I’m certain is not true), or Veronica’s been with someone else and I can’t help thinking about the time Veronica spent unconscious at Shelly Pomroy’s party…

Now Leo looks even more like Schmidt.

Okay, so Woody’s not so much a freak as he is a world class asshole.

Though as it turns out, Woody had good reason to have personal security assigned to Gia. So this is the second threatening video sent to Woody. The first one was proven definitively to not have been about the incorporation vote, so there’s no reason to think this one is either. I knew immediately that that stupid gardener story was a load of shit. Woody was the one meant to be set up by the C4 in his hangar and when that went sideways the perpetrator went this way. Someone else Woody stepped on or slept with in the past, probably.

“You might just have a future in this racket.” Says Veronica to the future Jessica Jones! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Incorporation goes down.

Jackie learned the birds and the bees the hard way? Meaning she was pregnant at some point?

Lucky is the stalker! And boy what a terrifying motherfucker he is, too. Holy shit, with that knife!

“He deserved it!” He being Woody, I assume. Lucky was stalking Gia to scare the shit out of Woody. Did Woody hurt Lucky or Lucky’s family in some way? Sleep with Lucky’s mother leading to his parents’ divorce? Cheat them out of a patent?

Aww, Mac and Madison are so in sync… they’re almost like sisters!

Logan looks pretty slick in his white tux.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Veronica torturing Madison about Sheriff Shithead is the best thing! Get her ass, Veronica! No one ever had it coming more than her.

And now we, once again, have someone mention Shelly Pomroy without her actually appearing. Is this meant to be a running joke?

Logan being super-chatty without being sarcastic? He must be drunk. I admit this is not my most clever deduction what with the dangling tie and the fist wrapped firmly around the open Champaign bottle, but they can’t all be genius brainwaves. But anyway, now comes some manner of drunken confession that Veronica isn’t ready for in the moment and he can’t remember on Monday.

Stuart Manning? Is he trying to pawn Lucky off on Lizzie now? I mean, it was a third-hand account, but that certainly seemed to be the impression that Papa Manning was trying to set Lucky and Meg up as an alternative to Meg and Duncan. I mean, it makes sense from his point of view. Lucky is, like himself, religious and unstable.

Also, how did he get bailed out without bail being set? He’s only been there for a couple of hours. There’s no way he’s been in front of a judge already, especially not handcuffed to Keith.

Well, look who’s psychic? And for my next trick!

Another pretty good episode, a lot of development here building towards the finale. At this point its’ looking pretty obvious that Woody is the bad guy of the season. It’s just not clear if he caused the bus crash or if the bus crash was meant to hurt and/or scare him into/out of doing something. I don’t think it was meant to target Gia anymore than it was meant to target Veronica and for the same reason, there are much easier ways to kill one person than all of that. Also, there are (obviously) much easier ways to threaten Woody, than blowing up a bus.

Two episodes out from the season finale it’s probably worth reviewing some dangling plot threads:

“Outing of all outings” This plot thread has been brought up multiple times, so it’s almost certainly going to be important.

Connected to the above, Peter Ferrer, the closeted gay student who made the statement, was on the bus for reasons unrelated to baseball. This is largely Veronica’s deduction but it is well supported by the fact that Peter won some kind of premium tickets while on the trip and threw them away. (It is possible that he just hates The Sharks.)

Also possibly connected to all of this is the presence of Marcos Oliveros, a young man who was seemingly questioning his sexuality as well.

David “Curly” Moran, Hollywood stunt coordinator, was at the Cliffside memorial for the bus and shortly after was found beaten to death with Veronica’s name written on his hand. Professional connections to both Aaron Echolls and Richard Casablancas. Tipped off the PCH biker gang that the Fitzpatricks were after Cervando Luna, another victim of the crash, for hustling one of them at pool and then bragging about it.

Two (or more) members of the Fitzpatrick family were in the general vicinity of the bus when the bomb went off.

Kendall Casablancas, aka Priscilla Banks, is an associate of the Fitzpatricks, and is the beneficiary of a life insurance policy on Dick Casablancas Jr. and Cassidy Casablancas worth 7(?) million dollars. They are worth more dead than alive.

There was a dead rat taped to the bottom of one of the seats in the rear of the bus. The most likely purpose of this was to create a stench so powerful that it would drive all the rich entitled kids off the bus at the first available opportunity, which happened.

The question remains whether the bomb was meant to go with them or to remain on the bus. Essentially, were the rich kids the target or the poor kids?

As of this moment, I’m not sure which of and how these threads fit together.