#he’s so jealous) THE bleach dynamic of all time

[writerswhy]

Oh good, because there’s not enough aihina for me.

This is also one of my favorite scenes because we get a beautiful display of Hinamori’s cunning and kido prowess.

She definitely compliments Aizen. Where he’s all in your face, she works behind the scenes, weaving her traps before she launches an attack. I know people like to say the only reason she’s lieutenant is because Aizen hand-picked her but I believe she has an innate talent for kido (for creation, for change, like Aizen).

Like, this may all be me reaching and trying to warp canon to fit my headcanons, but I believe a part of Aizen feared something within Hinamori. Maybe it’s just coincidence but thinking back to “admiration is the furthest thing from understanding” and Aizen’s own conflicting heart - to choose godhood and stand-alone or integrate himself in a society ruled by a being he deems lesser, in a system that outright punishes any challenge to the order (like imprisoning people in the maggot’s nest) but have the access to connect with his fellow souls - maybe he felt that:

Hinamori could, if Aizen gave in enough, change the course of his plans

Whatever Hinamori aroused within him felt alive, too human, too common and that’s something Aizen needs to squash because she breathes into the emptiness he was born with (the emptiness he’s trying to run away from, surpass)

And Hinamori, we don’t get enough of her in canon or fanon (which is sad because she was a major player in the SS arc and she’s connected to the antagonist and BLEACH’s most popular character, Hitsugaya. This is her story!! 😤) but I wonder how she feels about Soul Society. We gets glimpses, and we know for sure she’s not someone who stands by and does what she’s ordered to (if she wants to break out of prison then she’s going to first sneakily employ some kido to knock out her guard and then blast through the wall. Why did she stay in her cell in the first place? Hm, it’s almost like Aizen knew Hinamori would need a push to come into her true nature, a nature he did his best to stifle lest she overcomes him). She’s also familiar enough with the sociopolitical environment because she knows better than to go to even her captain or best friend when she’s worried for Renji, so there’s some understanding there. She knows SS is just a little off. Why can’t she trust it?

I imagine Aizen picked up on this and, whatever his intention was with her in the beginning, as they grew closer he saw parts of himself in her. And hey, maybe he does have a reason to stay, to go about this another way, but then, when he’s alone or in the presence of his peers, he’s reminded how set apart he is from the others. So no, there is no other way. Hinamori has become a weakness and in true Nietzsche fashion, a challenge he has to overcome. His challenge, though. Because he’s possessive and Hinamori is his. The “true” Hinamori - the brave, young, intelligent, talented girl who feels before she sees SS for all it is. (But funny enough, a challenge he couldn’t let bloom, because as I said she could overcome him. He was the first to bear witness to her and wants to be the last.)

As a final tribute, he’s going to let her burn one last time. He wants to see, feel, know this great love he’s about to sacrifice.

Sigh. I just love how much Hinamori gets under Aizen’s skin. How alike these two are. How she’s something he desires. A connection, a bond, an attraction. (A weakness, human insipidity, a challenge.) Yet in his ongoing (and futile) path to (enlightenment) transcendence, he engenders a sea not even he, a god can cross. 

(But Hinamori can.) 

[theoryofarson]

10 BL Characters I Want Carnally

I don't even need to be tagged to be horny. Let's go!

In no particular order:

Third (Theory of Love)

He's so pathetic! He cries so much! He's so rude and mean and bitchy! His shirts are so big and his shorts are so small!

In conclusion, I would treat him right - the way Khai does NOT.

Nick (Only Friends)

Speaking of PATHETIC!!!! THAT'S MY TOXIC BABYGIRL! MY CANCELLED BOYGIRLWIFESBAND! Sand really wasted an opportunity in that van. It should have been me...

Pa (Bad Buddy)

You know who's taller than you, Pa?? Me!!! The thought of being the one to make her flustered...pick her up and brush her hair back...dear lord.

Ok this list is really starting to look like I want to be the one doing all the manhandling. I promise you I am also down to be handled. Let's switch it up a bit.

Porsche (KinnPorsche)

Listen. You know I LOVE VegasPete as a ship.

But if we're talking about who *I* desire - first of all, your bitch is NOT prepared for the kinkery VegasPete get up to. Second of all, I genuinely think Apo Nattawin is one of the most objectively attractive men on this planet. Add to that Porsche's layered dip of a personality (fidgety jokester, devoted big brother, practiced fighter, willing killer, dutiful guard dog...), and I am quite sold. Give me the problematic mafia sex.

Hyeong Da Un (Blueming)

Dude. I barely even remember this show. I had to look up the character's name. But he's BAD. And he always had like...this teasing superiority toward the main character? Like he knew they would end up together and was just waiting for MC to catch up to that realization? Yeah. That...that's hot.

Ueda Minoru (Our Dining Table)

I believe this man was crafted in a lab to be as attractive to me, specifically, as possible. He looks like a bit of a delinquent, but he's a sweet and dedicated family man. He is troubled by the notion that he'll never be good enough. He's in love and afraid to say it. He's a bleach blonde with earrings and a bump in his nose and an Adam's apple that makes me want to follow the footsteps of Eve in the garden.

Mhok (Last Twilight)

Lord, there is not enough time in the world for me to say all I want to say about this man.

I just want it to be stated, on the record, that I have been well aware of Jimmy's attractiveness since Bad Buddy days. Unlike others, I never let Wai's horrendous personality distract me from his absurdly hot face, which, at the end of the day, is the important thing.

And now that we have Mhok? Literally the perfect character - rugged yet tender, clueless yet hypercompetent, jealous yet selfless - full of desire and restraint and humour and sadness in equal measure - I genuinely cannot think of what else I would ask for.

And did I mention his hot face?

Finally, to round out the list, a special triple whammy:

Neo, Miw, and Shin (3 Will Be Free)

Yes, all three. At once? Separately? I don't give a shit. For all I care, it could be me in this trunk and them looking down at me in disdain. That'd keep me going for like, a year. Just let me be in the orbit of these three ridiculously hot people and their ridiculously hot dynamic. Joss, Mild, Tay: if any subset of you is ever free, at any time at all, I am also free. At that time. Forever.

Whew!

That was really fun. Tagging: Whoever wants to do it!!!! Go. Be horny. Be free.

[hyperfixatinglove]

How about 2, 5, 11, and 12 for the riled asks? Let it out my friend ✨️

2) on what do you disagree with other fans of your f/o?

The only fans of Ushio i've seen are like 3 other people with me. But to expand that to 5ds fans and especially those who do shipping.

Mikage and Ushio do not fit at all. Not only is Mikage obsessed about Jack and extremely jealous of him, the fact they (in canon anime) work together AND Mikage is literally his boss is just too much. The only reason I shipped them long ago was me projecting hard as hell on her.

I love Yusei & Ushio as Brotp but goddamn don't ship it. They have interesting & fun dynamic but as ship? No.

5) what’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl? 

The dumbest thing I've ever witnessed was someone writing him in a fic as r*pist. Worse still since the victim was Yusei. I wish I could bleach any memory of that piece of shit existing from my head.

11) do you think it’s better to have a copious amount of content for your f/o, even with the risk of finding a lot of ship art, or better to have a lot less?

Ironically I've found tons of ship art even when Ushio has so little fan art. Which is suffering. There was one artist whom I loved to check on since they draw some Ushio from time to time, but he either had six pack for stomach or got shipped with either Mikage or Yusei. I still have some art links saved to him being alone from the artist but I don't keep up with them anymore.

12) aren’t you tired of being nice? this is an excuse to rant.

I'm so fucking tired of being nice

The canon anime just developed him for shits and giggles and then left him, discarded him like used rag they didnt need anymore. I weep for the possible alternate storylines for him especially since 5ds received major rewrite due to some real life events that caused them to remove the cult & supernatural elements. There's not many days I don't ponder just what role he could've played in the original draft what kind of relationships he could've had, how he could've helped Yusei more as he's deeply passionate about helping him like Yusei helped him.

I weep and seethe in anger thinking about how wonderful he could've been, there could've been i don't know acab 5ds or him not dismissing supernatural things anymore. Maybe even we could've seen what he's like outside of job! I can dream!

[joshscrookednipple]

That way

based off of the song that way by Tate McRae

Summary: you and sam have been best friends for as long as anyone can recall..and for as long as you can remember you’ve had a crush on the bassist. one night at a bar you got fed up of sams constant mixed signals.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, some alcohol consumption, jealous sam, kissing. let me know if i missed anything!!

Ahh guys this is my first ever fic!! tbh it probably won’t be spectacular but i hope you enjoy!!

Run me in circles

Like you always do

Mess with me on purpose

So i’ll hang onto you

Samuel Francis Kiszka.

your best friend. partner in crime. other half. the man you’re hopelessly in love with.

you two have somewhat of a weird dynamic, you’ll be at his house lounging on the couch and playing super smash bros one minute and the next he’s staring at you like you’re the most precious thing on this earth. That’s what frustrates you most. there have been multiple times where you two have been so close to kissing during some drunken and not so drunken nights at bars and then a few minutes later he’s making out with a bleached blonde cheerleader while you’re forced to just push your emotions down and accept it.

This is exactly why you’re dreading tonight.

Josh had somehow convinced you to tag along with him, sam, danny and jake to go to some new bar that just opened. Originally you were going to spend your evening curled up in bed with your tabby cat Clorox (Name credits to the one and only sam) and binge watching season three of love island, but after a exhausting conversation with josh, you decided that it would be easier just to show up than to argue with josh. again.

“i’m not going to a bar just to watch sam stick his tongue down some groupies throat again josh, i’m sorry but i’m just not.” i spoke to him over my phone as i washed the seemingly endless pile of dishes that have accumulated in the sink.

Josh let out an audible groan and you could just picture him running his hands over his face which made you shake your head and huff out a quiet laugh. you were about to speak when you’re cut off by Danny’s pleading.

“It’s just one night! i’ll buy you your drinks! please y/n i can’t deal with drunk Kiszkas alone again! i’m on my knees begging here”

you looked at your watch and sigh drying your hands off with a kitchen towel covered in roller skating cows that sam so graciously gifted to you as a house warming gift when you first moved into your apartment.

“fine but i’m not driving any of you home, if you all black out at the bar you’re staying there”

you hung up before they could protest and look up closing your eyes and letting a deep sigh leave your lungs through your lips.

so now here you are standing in front of the mirror smoothing your hands over your black shirt that had a v-neck that dipped perfectly to where your plump breasts were on full display and a white mini skirt that accentuated your ass so perfectly you’re sure that any guy would turn their heads when you walked by.

though you only really wanted one guy to.

you smudged on your deep red lipstick that sam had bought you one year for your birthday, mentioning how “it compliments your skin tone���. you pull on your black heels and make sure you have your phone, portable charger, and purse. you bend down to pet clorox when you hear the obnoxious sound of joshs jeeps horn blaring, you will be definitely be hearing about this from your neighbors in the morning.

you fluff your hair before grabbing your house keys and rushing down to the front of your apartment complex where sam is poking his head out of the back of Josh’s car and flashes you that smile that you know and love all too much.

“it’s about time mouse!!” he calls out to you as you open the door and climb over him before settling yourself in the middle seat between danny and sam.

you were given the nickname mouse your freshman year of highschool when you had to dissect a mouse and started crying because of how much it looked like your pet mouse, sugar, at home. sam as your lab partner, was no comfort what-so-ever and was bent over at the side dying of laughter.

you roll your eyes and rest my head on his shoulder and look up at him “if i remember correctly, josh said you all would be here at 9:30, it is now 10:00, so i’m hardly the one to blame”

josh goes to argue when Jake turns on his favorite Spotify playlist that each of the boys contributed to with their favorite songs, and the conversation is quickly switched to all of you singing our hearts out to the various songs.

thirty minutes later you all are at the bar and settled in our booth, with sam and josh on either side of you and danny and jake on the opposite side. josh comes to the booth with various tequila shots that we all take simultaneously, and when you bite into my lime a few drops of juice fall down my chin and you can feel sams eyes watching them descend onto my chest. Two girls catch josh and jakes eyes, so naturally they go charm them into dancing, while danny migrates his way to the bar counter.

you push myself out of the booth and tug on sams hand and smile big at him as he raises an eyebrow

“let’s go dance sammy!” you exclaim as he lets you pull him out of the booth and to the crowded dance floor. you grab onto his hands and he lets out a laugh when you attempt to spin him under your arm, which proves to have been unsuccessful. after he recovered he wrapped his arms around your waist which understandably sends butterflies straight to your stomach.

he runs his thumb under your bottom lip and runs his tongue over his lips. god his stare was intoxicating.

and there’s no way i’ll end up being with you

but friends don’t look at friends that way

your lips part as he tilts your head up so your eyes meet his.

“sammy- what’re you-“ you manage to mumble out

“you’re wearing the lipstick i like mouse”

“well yeah it’s non transferable and i really like how it-“

suddenly a wave of nausea over takes you and you mutter out a quick “i’ll be right back” to sam as you push past groups and groups of sweaty dancers and bar-goers and burst into the bathroom and collapse in front of the toilet and throw up. curse you fucking tequila.

after what seems like hours you’ve managed to clear your system, which means you can now think about how sam almost kissed you.

wait.

sam. almost. kissed you!

a smile creeps up to your face as you stand up and pop a piece of gum into your mouth before taking long strides to get back to sam.

this is it. you thought. i’m finally going to confess how i feel about sam to him an-

this revelation didn’t last long because as soon as you get back to where you left sam, you see him practically inhaling a brunette with a deep red mini dress on. it felt like the whole world started to turn on its axis, your chest stung and suddenly the bar felt awfully too small and way too crowded. you go back to the booth to grab all of your belongings before practically sprinting out of the bar with hot tears rolling down your face. you had no way to get home, your phone was dead, josh and jake were to the point of blacked out and you had no idea where the hell danny was.

sam noticed your departure almost immediately and pushes away from the petite brunette to find you sitting on the curb outside.

“Mouse what’re you doing out here- it’s freezing” he says as he tries to put his jacket over you

you shrug it off and stand up crossing your arms and look at him “why don’t you go back to your groupie”

“excuse me?”

“you heard me samuel”

he stares at you with his mouth slightly open and runs his fingers through his hair

“so i’m not allowed to kiss who i want anymore mouse?”

“not when you almost kissed me!”

“when did i ever almost do that?!”

you let out a laugh and let your head fall back before picking it up and pressing your pointed finger into his chest

“Two weeks ago on the couch, three nights ago after your show, fucking thirty minutes ago! god sam what about all those times you look at me like i’m the only person in the room! friends don’t look at friends like that!”

you’re breathing heavily and lick your lips looking at him waiting for an answer.

any answer.

just SOMETHING to tell you he feels the same way.

but instead it’s an action. it’s a kiss. samuel kiszka. your bestfriend since third grad kisses you.

his lips slot with yours so perfectly. you wrap your arms around his neck trying to get impossibly closer to him, that is until he breaks the kiss and says those five words that will make your heart shatter into a million pieces.

those five words that will single handed my ruin everything.

“why ruin something so good”

his smile on his face falls as soon as he sees you pull away.

you let out a broken laugh and rub your hands over your face. god how could you have been so stupid.

luckily you had ordered a uber a few minutes prior using a strangers phone, and you see it pull up.

“All these years sam kiszka, and you decide to break my heart now?”

“mouse wait-“

“we aren’t the same people we were sam. i think it’s time we realized that”

“mouse don’t go- please i just- i didn’t-“

you didn’t let him finish though. you climb into the uber and it drives away right as danny spots sam and walks over to him.

“what happened sam”

but sam couldn’t answer, all he could do was stand there with tears falling down his face, and all danny could do was pull sam into a hug.

because what danny knew that sam didn’t is that, you were moving half way across you country for a job, and you were leaving tonight. he truly believed that you two would work something out, after all of the stolen looks he saw sam give you. but after all..looks can be deceiving.

and there’s no way that i’ll end up being with you

but friends don’t look at friends that way

[ichinoue]

Hmm NAH, I disagree with that last anon on some points. The first boy and girl introduced ARE always the first/and almost obsessively shipped, and they just so happen to be ones that bicker- mostly because the girl is the tsundere character archetype. Plus, the whole shipped because they bicker means that IR isn't even special- not one bit, because Ichigo bickers with A LOT of other characters- and what do ya know? He gets shipped with THEM too. Like Uryu, Grimmjow, and Renji.

Yeah, the "bickering couples" thing doesn't fit with Ichigo because he tends to bicker with everyone anyway lmao. It's much more interesting that Orihime is one of the only people he doesn't do that with, which makes their dynamic so much more unique and calls into question why he softens when he's around her.

So I think it just depends on the series, because there's always going to be different characterization/archetypes/narrative themes/etc.

My whole thing is that I think the Bleach fandom in general had a really warped sense of the set-up of the ships. Like, they saw it as a sort of love triangle, pitting Orihime and Rukia against each other to see who would "win" Ichigo's love, because, in their minds, Rukia was the obvious choice, so it was fun to dog on Orihime because of that, to laugh at how badly she failed in comparison, to treat her feelings for him as a joke or a waste of time. To portray Orihime as the obsessive ditz who relentlessly chases after Ichigo but doesn't stand a chance because he's already madly in love with Rukia. Literally, so many of their posts/essays I've come across over the years argued that very point: that Orihime and her feelings for Ichigo only existed in order to fail, to further prove how amazing IR was. It was more satisfying for them to envision Orihime as the big-breasted whore who chased after Ichigo and tried so desperately and pathetically to win his love while he only had eyes for Goddess Rukia--and of course, Orihime would be so bitter and despise Rukia as a result!!!

...But that's so backwards from what's actually canon?? lmao like, Orihime never made it a goal to get Ichigo to like her back, she never once thought to herself "I'm going to marry him one day/if I do this maybe he'll ask me out"--No. She didn't care about "winning" him for herself, all she cared about was that he was happy and safe. That's why she cries when he cries, feels pain when he feels pain, and then the pain stops when she knows he's not in pain anymore. Even in her own love confession, she doesn't wish for a lifetime where she is Ichigo's wife/where Ichigo will love her back (because she doesn't want to force her feelings onto him)--she simply wants (or knows) that she would love him in every lifetime, regardless of whether he returned the feelings or not, because she loves being in love with him! And even still, she keeps her feelings to herself, and never expects anything from him in return, nor pressures him to reciprocate.

And even when she acknowledges how important Rukia is to Ichigo, and even when she admits to being jealous--she still doesn't resent Rukia for it. She turns her feelings inward and blames herself, instead. She never takes it out on Rukia. On the contrary, she still cares about Rukia so much, still becomes closer friends with her just a short time later after confessing those feelings to Rangiku. And after Orihime goes through her low point of the arrancar/HM arc and develops into a stronger, more resilient character, that jealousy is never spoken of again, because she realized she had no reason to feel that way in the first place.

Meanwhile, Rukia is so supportive of Orihime. She's so supportive of Ichigo and Orihime as a couple--drags Ichigo to her side for him to make the vow to protect her, and then sighs and watches adoringly as Ichigo and Orihime share a cute moment after the Aizen battle.

There is no love triangle. No Rukia vs. Orihime. No bad blood, or vying to win Ichigo's heart. Just people within a nakama group who all care deeply about each other.

I've gotten WAY off topic here, but basically, the tldr is that I think people had a really distorted view of Bleach, and assigned certain tropes where they just didn't belong or fit with the actual story or relationships/characterization.

[dearcat1]

EHAT IS THE ICHIGO PATRON DEITY PF THE VARIA!!!!!! I LOVE IT I AM STARING INTO BKANK SPACE AT 2 AM IMAGINING ALL YHE THINGS THE CHATACYERS COULD DP AND AAAA I LOVE IT SO MUCH I HAVENT WVEN BEEN IN KHR OR BLEACH LATELY I WAS READING EYESHIELD FIC THE SURVIVOR AND FF7 VALENTINE’S FANFIC AND DP X MCU FICS??? AAAAA URUICHI MY LOVE MY FAVRT MANIPULATIVE MENTOR AND RESIGNED BUT TRUSTING STUDENT TO EQUALS WHO RESPECT AND CARE FOR EACH OTHER TO LOVERS WHO LOVE AND CARE FOR EACH OTHER AND THE THIS SASSY ANGRY RUDE BOY IS NOW Mine gaaahhhhh

I was bored. I checked my mail inbox. And behold. Ichigo is a God. Of Protection. Of the Varia. And Xanxus being so earnest and Ichigo going like. The Audacity Of This Brat. And the hints of Uraichi. And the trolling. Kisuke's background guilt of making Ichigo a weapon.

And the SQUALO APPRECIATION!!!! Ichigo, I feel, has good taste in people. He's LOYAL and a SWORDSMAN

and I have run out of things to rambles about so just now you made my night and I am going to have a wonderful sleep thinking about this premise you have gifted upon me by releasing this magnificence that is called Fanfiction.

I have an addiction and I am entirely too indulgent with myself.

I sleep now.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

It took me forever to answer 😅😅😅

This is an amazing comment, btw. It made me so happy!

Of course Ichigo escapes becoming the Soul King just to end up being a deity anyway. He hasn't even made the connection either, the oblivious powerhouse that he is.

Kisuke and Ichigo have an amazing relationship, they understand each other so well. It's a dynamic I love to write. I honestly think a Xanxus raised by this chaotic duo would be amazing to see. They'd see this tiny murder child and go: aww. Mine.

Also, I head cannon Xanxus, despite the bad boy look, is a book nerd. He's the type of dude that has color coded notes in notebooks separated by topic and a mini library in his place. Nobody can take this head cannon away from me.

Xanxus is going to be so jealous when he realizes that Ichigo initially came around because he thought Squalo was interesting and then stayed to troll Xanxus. But alas, the truth hurts sometimes.

I'm glad you had a good time reading my fic! And I'm so happy with this comment, you made my day! Hope you had an amazing sleep.

[theonlygamergost]

A tattoo for a lost bet - Fd!au (2 / 3)

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

This fic was corrected by the lovely @im-default

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Techno and Skeppy bet on stupid things, and sometimes their bets can have very severe consequence if lost.

If you want to, look at what Minetra’s desing of Techno tattoo

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Tw! Betting, swearing. Btw, this is very long

<---Previous part - Next part --->

Enjoy~

It was quite hard to keep such a big tattoo hidden from everyone, that was probably the only regret Techno had, but apart from that, he was actually quite enjoying his “rushed” decision.

It had passed enough time that he could carry his bag on both shoulders and didn’t have to put bandages anymore, just moisturizing cream and avoiding the sun.

Apart from some curious stares from Tommy, everyone else didn’t suspect anything… well, that was what he hoped.

He was expecting Skeppy to laugh at him for getting a floral themed tattoo, but on the contrary, Skeppy loved it very much. He was also the only one that knew about Techno’s tattoo, so he felt special when Techno changed next to him or took off his hoodie to reveal it, it felt like one of those pinky promises girls made with their BFF's. There was no denying that Skeppy was a bit clingy and overprotective with Techno, so it really felt special.

But of course, to keep that secret a secret, Techno had to get some habits to avoid showing his elbow and shoulders:

Taking off his hoodie if he had a t-shirt was a bad idea, so if it was a little warmer he had to deal with the heat, nothing too bad. Before and after P.E., he had to change in the bathroom stalls, sneakingly taking his clothes and changing without any teacher noticing, it wasn’t hard.

T-shirts were a no-go, but it was autumn, he would have thought about how to deal with the heat when the situation arose. The only time he wore t-shirts was as a PJ, but he made sure to wear it once in his room right before jumping into bed.

The few time he slipped up and was about to get caught were pretty stupid: One time Wilbur walked in the bathroom while Techno was having a shower, good thing he was on his phone though, so he walked in, gave Techno a minor heart attack, brushed his teeth while checking socials and walked out.

Another time was during P.E. he was so concentrated on dodgeball he didn’t realize that he had rolled up his sleeves, he didn’t notice it for about thirty minutes or so until Skeppy walked up to him, softly smacked him and pointed at his arms, good thing everyone else was also pretty concentrated and there was too much pressure and adrenaline to notice a small hint of ink on his arm.

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It was a pretty chill morning, the alarms didn’t go off yet but Tommy was already awake.

After taking his time in the bathroom, enjoying the fact that for once he wasn’t crushed by his brothers rushing to get out before they were too late. He almost went to have breakfast but stopped, noticing that Techno’s room wasn’t locked.

Techno had always had this habit to lock his room’s door before going to bed, yes, Phil allowed him to do so only because all of the door’s keys were the same.

The young Pandel couldn’t stop thinking about how Techno’s left shoulder looked a little bit puffier, it had returned to normal recently but Tommy couldn’t help but worry about his brother: He knew by experience that it looked awfully familiar to a bandage, did Techno get hurt? Did someone beat him up? If someone had dared beat him up he was going to-

His mind was too offuscated by worry and anger to think straight, so he carefully entered Techno’s room, he was a pretty heavy sleeper so the chances of waking him up were slim, but he still approached him carefully.

He was laying on his stomach, sheets unpinned from the mattress and his small crown pillow and pig plushie were at each side of his head.

He walked up to the right side of the bed to notice something coming out of his sleeve all the way to his elbow. In the darkness he couldn’t see what it was, but the small strays of light coming from the blinds made it look like… Ink?

Tommy shook his head and took out his phone to use the flashlight, there was no way Techno had gotten a tattoo, Phil would have never allowed it, plus he didn’t tell them about it so-

His eyes widened in shock as he covered his mouth to avoid screaming, it took all of his will power to not drop the phone.

T-Techno had a tattoo? HIS nerdy brother Techno had a tattoo?!

He shined the light on his elbow again to see better the simple floral design contrasting on Techno’s pale skin. He lightly pinched and moved the hem of the sleeve to find that the tattoo kept going.

He gulped in anticipation and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt to reveal his shoulder.

Tommy emitted a small noise after dropping to the ground and pushing himself all the way to the wall behind him.

What the fuck?

He quickly turned off the light and placed his hands on his ears, but instead of blocking out noises, he wanted to keep his thoughts away.

What was happening? Why did Techno get a tattoo without asking and without telling?!

Tommy’s head started spinning, he needed fresh air.

After bolting out of Techno’s room and opening the window in his room, taking long, deep breaths, he decided he couldn’t keep this for himself, if Phil found out Techno was going to be in huge trouble:

He had to speak with Wilbur.

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Tommy

Wilbur meet me in the cafeteria at

lunch, usual table.

Wooly

Wtf do you want gremlin?

Tommy

I’m serious Will, meet. me.

there.

Wooly

Fine, but listen to your

lecture. Gremlin child.

Rolling his eyes, he placed the phone in his pocket, how was he supposed to focus on the class when Techno could potentially be in big trouble?

Yes, he was mad that Techno had gotten a tattoo without asking and he had gotten one before he did, but he couldn’t let him get in trouble with Phil just because he was jealous.

As soon as the bell rang and the class ended, he b-lined to the cafeteria, grabbing his lunch and sitting at the table he and Wilbur usually met at.

While waiting impatiently, out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Techno sitting alone, reading a book while listening to music.

Wilbur sat down in front of him, “What do you want” Tommy took a deep breath, placing his elbows on the table and allowing his forehead to lean on his intertwined hands, he started speaking.

“Techno betrayed us, Wilbur” the brown-haired boy bent his head to one side, “and he could potentially be in big trouble, big I tell you” Wilbur shot a glance at Dream who was approaching Techno’s table, sitting next to him and taking one of his earbuds and placing it in his ear, Techno didn’t seem to mind.

He now also placed his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers in a reflecting pose, “Elaborate”.

Tommy took another deep breath and started explaining to Wilbur what he knew. From his suspicion of the puffier shoulder, to the thought that it could have been a bandage, to him seeing the tattoo this morning.

Wilbur’s eyes widened, going back between Techno and Tommy, “T-there is no way Techno did such a thing Tommy, don’t be childish” he tried to regain his composure, “W-Will I’m not lying! You have to trust me it’s true!”

Wilbur didn’t want to believe Tommy, but he felt that what he was saying was true.

“There is only one way to find out” He got on his feet and walked to Techno’s direction, Tommy doing the same.

“Hello Dream, hello brother” He greeted the two boys, both too concentrated in their books to notice the world around them.

“I need to talk to you Techno, mind if I take him for a few minutes?” Techno leaned his head to one side, when Wilbur called him brother it was never a good sign.

“Oh sure, we weren’t doing anything either way.” he gave Techno the left earbud back and greeted him as he left with his two brothers. They looked awfully serious, hopefully, Techno wasn’t in any trouble.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Take your hoodie off”

“No”

They had locked themselves into one of the supply closets, the smell of pavement cleaner and bleach filled their nostrils every time they inhaled.

“Why not Technoblade?” Wilbur had a very serious expression on his face, Tommy wasn’t talking, too scared to interrupt any psychological trick he was probably pulling on his brother.

“Why should I?” The older brother exhaled audibly, “You don’t have a choice Techno. Take. your. hoodie. off.”

Was this the end?

Techno took his red hoodie off, revealing a dark grey shirt with a white print spelling “Whatever” with three dots.

“Where is it Tommy” He looked back at the young blonde boy almost hiding behind him, “l-left arm” he stuttered, Wilbur looked back at Techno and looked at him right in the eyes.

“You either pull up your left sleeve, or I pull up your left sleeve” Wilbur didn’t like to be this threatening, but he knew that if he wasn’t, Techno was just going to ignore him.

This was the end

Looking down at the floor, Techno sighed and slowly pulled his sleeve up to his elbow, he couldn’t look at his brother’s reaction, but he could feel their gaze of disappointment, shock and betrayal on his skin.

“Why did you get a tattoo Technoblade?! Are you mad?” “I didn’t have a choice Wilbur” “What kind of excuse is that?! Of course you had a choice! Why did you not ask first” “Phil wouldn’t have agreed-” “There is a GOOD FUCKING REASON WHY HE WOUNDN’T HAVE AGREED!!!” Wilbur slammed his fist on the metallic locker, making a harsh noise that made everyone jump.

Silence fell between the brothers, none of them was able to look at each other. Tommy was expecting Wilbur to get angry, but not this angry.

The sound of the bell announcing the return to class, made Wilbur straighten his back, “I will tell Phil about this when he comes back, I’m sorry to give him this news after a tiring day of work, but we will talk about this more after dinner.” He unlocked the door as Techno put his hoodie back on, “After school, you’re coming back straight home, even if I struggle to trust you right now Technoblade, I trust you to do as I said.” Wilbur nodded at Tommy to follow him out, leaving Techno to grab his backpack and leave after them. He wasn’t hoping it would go like this.

After sitting down in his class, he took his phone out and texted the only person he could think of right now.

Technoblade

If I die tonight, you get my

potato farm.

Nerd

Why lol

Nerd

Don’t tell me Phil found out

about the tattoo

Technoblade

He will when Wilbur tells

him

Nerd

OH SHIT

Nerd

I’ll pray for you to come

back alive tomorrow at

school

Technoblade

You’re not helping me

Skeppy

The professor entered the classroom and started his lecture, Techno left his phone in the pocket of his hoodie for almost thirty minutes. He was about to place it back in his backpack as he glanced at the notification coming from Skeppy:

New message from Nerd

This is also my fault, sorry dude, I’ll help you

tomorrow with anything I can

Techno smiled and slipped the phone in his backpack, Skeppy was chaotic, but when he wanted, he could be very thoughtful and nice.

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TEEN IDLE ♡ MIN YOONGI

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: SMUT (with plot *question mark*)

Warnings: unprotected sex, public sex (inside a bathroom at a party), kinda power dynamics bc Yoongi’s a CEO

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: AHHHHHH I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE OG SO THIS IS A REPOST Missing Boongi hours but lowkey also horny hour. This took various unexpected turns but it ended up being just what I had first pictured, perhaps a second part may follow after I’m done with the series. I would love to hear your thoughts on this! As usual! Stay safe and enjoy this lil something!

Summary: I want the world to go away. I want to be a real fake. Baby, don’t you wish you’d been a prom queen fighting for the title instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible?

As a producer, Yoongi would like to say that he’s got an eye for it. Like that time he stopped his friend Namjoon, now his producing partner, from pursuing a vocalist career when the kid was around 15 and instead showed him the paradise that holds being a rapper (and man, did the kid got some talent for it) or how he is in charge of Kim Seokjin’s full career now that both him and Namjoon got a pretty stable and constantly growing entertainment company in Seoul.

So yeah, you could say he was quite pleasantly surprised when he met you.

You had been working at the company for some time, he was sure of that since they weren’t that big of a company and he had most probably interviewed you back then, but either now there was something that wasn’t there before, or he was slowly but surely losing his touch for spotting upcoming artists.

“Hey Y/N? Yoongi was asking to see you in his office” a girl that you recognised from somewhere on the fifth floor of the company said as she placed down her working papers next to you, with you nodding thanks to her way before standing up and making your way towards the elevators. Min Yoongi was the mastermind behind the whole company, so to say that having him ask for you made you nervous was the understatement of the century. You had only encountered him a few times after your initial interview, here and there, dishevelled hair, pouty lips at some ungodly hour in the morning, most probably from sleeping in his studio (which Namjoon said he did quite often). The elevator dings to let you know you’re in the penthouse level, trying your hardest to keep your heart from beating loudly whether from him being your boss, office crush (enabled by Kim Namjoon thank you very much) or both, you push the small button on the right for a few seconds before a buzzing sound is heard, unlocking the door and coming face to face with Yoongi’s back, carefully making your way to the nearest chair, across from him, on a glass desk.

“Y/N? right?” he said as he turned around to face you, stoic face in place, just the way he liked to carry himself out there; you nod a little disappointed, who can blame you if you were at least hoping for a small smile from him seen as he personally asked for you “Y/N, it gets hard to remember everyone sometimes, which department are you on?”

“Oh I’m-uh, just an intern, I help here and there” and may the ground swallow you up after the fakest laugh you’ve laughed in your life, to which Yoongi smirked at.

“Let’s say, I’m looking for a personal assistant” he trailed off, locking his gaze on your face as if to watch your every gesture, and from the lightning, you could see your reflection on his blue light glasses that refused to fall off even when barely standing at the tip of his nose “Would you be up for the challenge, Y/N?” and you knew, deep down, that his offering had little to do with your abilities, seen as you were only on an internship, barely fresh out of college, and being the PA of a very famous, very busy, CEO of an entertainment company was indeed a challenge, to say the least; which then lead you to assume that Min Yoongi had much more different reasons for giving the newest intern such a high position so yeah, perhaps with better judgement you suppose you would have said no, but Min Yoongi was a respected man that was constantly under the spotlight so there was nothing to worry about. Right?

And you sure did, envious whispers and glances from most of the company aside from how fast you ascended in the business hierarchy, being producer Min Yoongi’s personal assistant was quite a wild ride, something in the back of your mind had told you that it might even be a fun one, given that he was just two years older than you and most of his and Namjoon’s signed artists were always invited everywhere, sadly, Min Yoongi turned out to be that type of person that would only go out if it was strictly business, while Namjoon handled year-end award shows and afterparties, Yoongi maned the board meetings and the correspondent (and mostly boring) New Years company dinner. Coming to think of it perhaps it would have been much more fun being Namjoon’s personal assistant. Or Seokjin’s hairdresser. But may your daddy issues and love for power dynamics of seeing that man dressed up in a black suit, glasses perched on his nose and Rolex on his wrist while you imagine the most inappropriate things to think about your boss win, right?

So yeah, perhaps over the months it had become fairly monotone the way you just schedule meetings, lunch and organise files for Yoongi, nothing out of the ordinary (or out of your wet dreams that no one should know of) up until yet again the end of the year came around and Yoongi, in full CEO mode, was supposed to attend a gala with the stockholders and sponsors of the company, which, from what you and anyone working there could tell, Yoongi was pretty much begging Namjoon to spare him from going. You approached the door to his office while the younger was still there, smirking at his business partner 

“Yoongi-hyung, you can’t just evade them like the plague for the rest of your life”

Yoongi’s eyes closed in on Namjoon’s face with a challenge in it as he straightened his posture “Just watch me”

Namjoon just rolled his eyes and let out an airy laugh “Do whatever you want hyung, but remember the company please” and as fast as that he was gone out the door.

You, of course, having grown fond of the man in front of you, had your brain short circuit as you blurted out “Love problems?” trying to keep it cool, pretend that deep down you weren’t feeling your heartbreaking at your office/boss crush having an interest in someone that clearly isn’t you while he turned to look at you in a funny way, making you feel as if you had just started a conversation that was going nowhere, that he didn’t want to have with you “Sorry, I overstepped”

“Ah, no it’s fine, yeah, you could say that, yeah” he cleared his throat as he fixed his uptight posture and god did the man had to do the bare minimum to get your fantasies going “My ex is going to be at the gala and I just- don’t wanna seem like there is nothing more in my life other than work” 

“Well that is pretty much all you have going on in your life though” you joked and effectively made him crack a lopsided smile at you “But I would admit for a second there I thought it would be funny to see you pulling a fake dating card to make your ex jealous”

“A what?”

“You know, an arm candy, be the centre of attention, the new item, make your ex think there’s a lot they don’t know going on in your life” you laughed to yourself at the image of a man like Yoongi pulling a high school scheme in the middle of a company gala, that would surely make the weirdest thing you could witness in your life. CEO, Min Yoongi, pretends to date someone just to get his ex jealous. That would be a hell of a headline.

But your inner image came to a halt as you turned to your boss and felt something shift in the air, quite indescribable but his feline eyes scrutinizing you sitting on the armrest of the sofa near his desk, his lip clasped between his teeth for a few seconds too long “And you think you’d be able to pull it off?”

You swore your heart skipped a beat at that “Well- I wasn’t...really referring to myself” your eyes unable to hold his stare any second longer “..sir”

“You have quite a childish mind, Y/N” he laughed lightly as he took his phone in his hand, the heavy air dissipating from the office “But I must admit, you got me at the textbook high school jealousy act, I was never the type to do it back in the day”

“Yeah, it kind of is childish” your mind was racing a hundred miles per second, unable to decide whether to take him calling you childish as an insult or him suggesting to do it and have you with him as his partner in crime as an insinuation of reciprocating your feelings.

“Well, Y/N I sent you the gala info, sleep on it and let me know your plan, okay? consider it work stuff” The guts of this man to disarm you with a glance and a few words was beyond incredible “Oh and while you’re at it, can you tell Seokjin-hyung to come to my office for a second?” And that was your cue to leave. Just like that. As if he didn’t just basically asked you to attend a yearly gala with him. To make his ex jealous.

.-.

As it turns out, there is a worse thing than to feel butterflies in your stomach due to your boss wearing a dark suit and that is having an overwhelming need to kiss him stupid while he just bleached his hair, dressed in a tailored grey suit and pulling up in a sports car to your apartment building as you wait outside, dressed in something that feels so expensive you would have to work a lifetime and still wouldn’t be able to buy again if it wasn’t for Yoongi sending it to your house sometime in the morning.

“Oh it fits,” he says as a greeting as you round the car and get in after fixing your dress and smiling at him, trying (and most probably failing) to conceal every racing thought in your head and feeling in the bottom of your tummy.

It was a very predictable silent ride with just a lo-fi tune coming from the radio as he drove both of you through the streets and ended up in a secluded real estate area deep in Seocho-gu “You know, I kept thinking this whole idea was stupid and so so childish but Joonie says that now is the time to let loose before I’m actually old” he turns to look at you at the red light, shamelessly scanning you up and down and may you thank the universe for taking that acting class back in college, mustering up both knowledge and courage to get you through tonight, playing the part. You may also thank that unlike Yoongi, you had your fair share of teenage escapades and jealousy acts back in the day.

“It’s going to be fun, oppa” you say the last part teasingly sexy just to watch him react to it and both of you burst out laughing. Him muttering something about getting dragged into the whole situation.

For the most part, the gala consists mostly of you smiling and greeting people while Yoongi talks to them about things that your sober brain couldn’t comprehend, and as the champagne flutes kept coming, stock numbers and share percentages just flew by you as you stuck to your boss’ side. And listen, one can only hold so much liquid for so long. And the whole gale fiasco seems to extend until the end of times. Now you can understand just why Yoongi practically has to drag himself to these things.

“I’ll be back in a sec, I’m going to the restroom” you whisper to him as you lean into him, smiling your fakest but brightest smile at the man in front of him

“Sure thing, sweetheart” he replies back, eyes glistening and you have to pretend that the nickname just didn’t affect you enough for your legs to give out before walking away.

That quick face refreshing was not nearly enough to stop you brain shortcutting again at the sight in front of you, a very notably awkward Min Yoongi and a bubbly dark-haired lady laughing non stop at him (or with him, but he clearly wasn’t getting the joke) and you instantly had to channel your inner cheap rom-com actress to get the poor man out of his misery. Not the greatest plan that’s a given. Kind of on the childish side, as Yoongi liked to put it. But hopefully, it would do the trick.

“Yoongi-oppa! I thought you had left the party!” Yoongi turned his face to your higher-pitched voice in disbelief before you clung to his side, the girl flinching and quickly stepping back, Yoongi’s face just amused at your weird approach and decision to do aegyo in the middle of a business gala. Not that he was complaining, you were definitely playing the part. Him soon realising that he had to play the part too.

“Y/N, baby, this is Ara, my ex” he said as he slipped his left hand around your waist, you faking surprise and extending a hand to her very surprised face.

Not having enough of the way Yoongi seemed to enjoy her starstruck face, you decided to step it up a notch. “Ara, I’m so sorry, I’ll steal Yoongi from you for a second time, okay?” if her face was anything to go by, she was either about to implode or become a tomato, which to be honest was most probably the first one. Yoongi bit his lip amused, trying to hold his laugh in and ignore the way you two had pretty much caused a small scene that went on for the expecting eyes as you dragged the man away from his ex and very much openly into the women’s bathroom.

“I thought I was going to faint for a second there,” you said as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, walking up to click the door to the small bathroom closed. You definitely needed a second “Yoongi?”

“Oh no, totally, she was most probably plotting your funeral right there” he smiled that gummy smile everyone knew he had reserved for his acceptances speeches on best production at you and your heart did a whole backflip inside your chest “But that was also hot as shit, Y/N” now that right there was a novelty, Yoongi behaving his age or a few years younger, language and all, away from the whole Oscar-worthy act you two had pulled.

“Oh so he curses”

You could feel the air shift again like that time inside his office, the air heavy with something recognizable as lust but the reality far away from it. Your boss was on the other end of it. An invisible line you knew was stupid to cross. “You just wait until I get a string of curses out of you, Y/N”

His eyes seemed even more feline-like as he stared intently at you a few steps away from him, your weight on the small counter, reciprocating his lustful stare. “Well doesn’t that sounds like a challenge, boss?”

Something inside him snapped and in a second he had his lips on yours, hands keeping you the closest to his body, tongue tracing your mouth as ragged breaths filled the room, his mouth making its way down your jawline and latching onto your exposed skin just beside your shoulder, big hands cupping your ass from beneath your dress as you let out a whine.

“You’ll have to be quiet for me, doll, as much as I am enjoying the whole reckless adolescent ride, I would like to stay clear from any sex scandal” You simply nodded as he placed you on top of the counter, dress bunched up on around your waist as his skilled fingers began playing with your clothed folds, wetting them with your already dripping juices “You have no idea how much I’ve dreamt about this”

Your head whipped back towards the mirror as the air hit your cunt when he removed your panties, ringed fingers teasing your entrance, his free hand pocketing the small thong inside his slacks, your hands gripping his hair tighter every time he pressed your nerve bundle against his palm. Under the whole lust haze, still, a bit conscious of your surroundings a door clicking open, a voice on the other side and you had half a mind to back both of you into a bathroom stall as you heard steps approaching, turning back to signal Yoongi to stay quiet. The whole teenage breaking loose taking a whole real adult implication of getting caught and ruining the company’s reputation. But he didn’t seem to mind as he pressed himself against you, his hard cock grazing your exposed ass as you were pressed against the door, Yoongi rubbing himself on you and you could feel him smile against your shoulder.

“I’ve let you lead me Y/N, but right now you’ll just have to keep quiet for me doll, be a good girl for daddy, okay?” You could only inhale sharply midway into trying to tell him how much of a crazy idea this whole situation was as you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance, him expertly placing your leg at a somewhat awkward angle around his hips in order to have better access. Him taking a few seconds for you to adjust after inserting himself whole, moving at an experimental pace that had you clawing at the door in search of some support from the thrusting but finding none as he set a faster pace, a moan threatening to fall out of your lips every two seconds, your mind hazy and exploding with every possible feeling at the realization that Min Yoongi, your boss, whom you have thirsted over for moth on end, was fucking you stupid at a public gala, inside the bathroom, with people just outside the stall, the thought enough to make you clench around him and have him groaning lightly at the feeling.

“I thought I told you to be good” he muttered against your skin before pushing you down further so he could balance his pace while grabbing your hips, deepening his reach and hitting your g spot each time, a hand coming down between your legs to play with your clit to throw you against the edge at the same time as him, legs trembling and barely keeping you up if it weren’t for him holding you in place. 

“I’m not sure I’d call this a remembrance of being a ten idle,” you said as a way to lighten the post-sex awkwardness that had built up as you cleaned yourself and tried to make yourselves look somewhat presentable, “I thought I had locked the door”

“Oh no, you did, I unlocked it though,” he said, a cheeky smile to accompany his words and gummy smile, “Thought it would be fun to experience the whole high school experience, now come on, we’ve still got the whole walk of shame in the middle of an international gala as a bonus activity to this”

[trifle-of-doom]

The Hawk X Demetri Manifesto

Okay, here is the thing. Despite being well past my teens, there's a particular ship of Cobra Kai that has drawn my attention, this ship being Hawk/Eli x Demetri. When I first watched the show, I was actually more invested in the adult characters storylines than the teens. I immediately rooted for Johnny and Carmen, and I was always hoping for more interactions between them. But then I saw episode 2x05, in which the atmosphere between the Binary Brothers becomes way more dense, and that's when I started to see some potential for them. Not because I'm a deranged person who fosters abusive relationships, but because I immediately caught the hurt/comfort dynamic of the duo, which is something that works really well when it comes to fictional relationships. However, it wasn't until 3x10 that I said, "Ok, that's official, I need to see more of these two! I totally support them!" And I was quite surprised to find a fairly large amount of people who are very committed to this pairing, to the point it's caught the attention of the screenwriters/producers as well. Honestly, I don't know if the showrunners will ever have the guts to make them an official couple, and chances are their supporters will have to keep reading between the lines of their bromance, but in any case, here is my take on why Hawk/Eli x Demetri is an option worth to be considered.

#1 - The Bromance

If there's something that many years of navigating the Internet taught me, is that the main driving factor for fan-made ships is the presence of either a solid relationship based on mutual brotherly love or a bitter rivalry that may or may not flow into hate/obsession. If you consider anime fandoms, there are thousand examples that fit into either of these categories: Yugi and Jonouchi from the Yu-Gi-Oh series (yes, that's how old I am), Yugi and Kaiba from Yu-Gi-Oh, Sakuragi and Rukawa from Slam Dunk, Light and L from Death Note, etc. And our Hawk and Demetri fit into both categories. When we first see them, they are the stereotypical nerdy friends (possibly childhood friends?) sitting at the losers' table, who have no one else but each other. When Eli is at his most sensitive and fragile, you can tell he feels comfortable being with Demetri by the genuine smile he has on his face as Demetri is joking with Miguel at the canteen table. Through his sarcasm, the mouthy kid acts as a catalyst to deviate the attention from Eli, speaking for him, reprimanding Johnny when he makes fun of his lip and trying to make him feel safe. Besides, you can see a certain degree of frustration in Demetri when Kyler and his gang are harassing Eli, and he's unable to do anything to defend him. And they even have a jingle for their friendship with a robot dance, I mean, how cute is that? But of course, a solid friendship between two helpless nerdy guys is not enough to spark a ship to be rooting for. In order for the magic to happen, another key ingredient is needed, i.e. a little bit of angst. Which brings us straight to the next point.

#2 - The Angst (aka the Hurt/Comfort Dynamic)

Even though I never liked the Twilight saga or any similar urban fantasy young adult works, I can easily see where the appeal comes from; the attraction to a charming, dangerous person who could either protect you from any harm or crush you like grape. Although with different franchises, I wasn't immune to the bad boy trope either (Yes, I'm looking at you, my teenage self drooling over Grimmjow from Bleach). If we can appreciate the genuine, brotherly friendship between nerdy Eli and Demetri, the shift that Eli makes as he transitions into Hawk and becomes more aggressive and dominant gives their relationship a totally different flavor. Attrition sparks a certain tension that, in the viewer's eyes, could either flow into a brawl or into passion.

During the mall fight, Demetri comes to the realization that his former best friend is actually someone who can crush him like grape. We see Hawk intentionally harming him for the first time, and Demetri's heartbreaking expression as he drops the line: "You'd actually hurt me?" And if that line gave us a pang in our hearts when we first watched Season 2, imagine rewatching it now that we know what happens in Season 3. Demetri is chased down the mall, running for his life, and then he's locked in a grip, as his best friend menacingly advances towards him. Demetri appears as the damsel in distress, however his friend is not the one who will fight to protect him, but rather his tormentor.

During the party at Moon's, Demetri manages to briefly go through Hawk's mask and reach out to Eli, thanks to a casual conversation about Dr Who. But then the beer incident happens, and Demetri defends himself with the only weapon he has – his loudmouth. The situation is reversed, and for a brief moment, he gets to be the dominant one as he discloses all Eli's most intimate secrets. Demetri is now actively contributing to the Hurt/Comfort dynamic; he's no longer just a target, but he's doing his part to enlarge that gaping hole that has formed between them. And Hawk didn't take it well.

From this moment on, Demetri becomes a sort of obsession to Hawk, who hunts him down the school, teasing him and taunting him sadistically, like a serial killer from a horror movie, during the big fight. Of course, in real life, this would be completely insane, and the police/a social assistant/psychiatrist should be called, but in ShipLand, these situations are pure gold. Okay, we get it, Hawk wants to get revenge for the humiliation at the party, and he wants to crush that nerd part of himself he sees in Demetri, but he does it with such an intensity that it borders on ridiculous. It's like this is his twisted way to acknowledge Demetri's presence. Eventually, Hawk ends up smashed into the trophy case, and I confess I felt a little disappointed when Demetri broke that hug to give Hawk a roundhouse kick. I mean, it was a great comeback, but I was sincerely hoping for a "No hard feelings man, let's get outta here!" scenario.

Getting back to the sick and twisted way Hawk acknowledges Demetri's presence, he destroys his science project after he got jealous due to him being confident in his nerd self and laughing around with his ex girlfriend (whom the writers insist he still has a crush on). Speaking of Moon, I have a feeling she likes Hawk mostly based on his badass appearance. Remember when she goes "I like this (mohawk) and I love these (muscles), but I'm not dating a bully"?

Then the football match happens. Okay, let's break this down. Demetri trips Hawk and acts all sassy, and a fellow Cobra Kai is immediately ready to take him down, but Hawk stops him. "Fight smart, he says". Too bad that literally 5 seconds earlier he had shoved a kid to the ground just because his ex girlfriend (again, duuuh~) ignored him when he winked at her. And then, as he's trying to intercept the ball, BANG, Hawk hits Demetri, sending him to the ground, pretending it was an accident. So, what does this tell us? That Hawk has some serious anger management issues? Yeah sure, but also that he cares about fighting smart only as long as it serves as an excuse to leave Demetri for him, because he's his designated target. Again, this is all but romantic, and it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted as him lusting after his friend, but it's undeniable that this dynamic offers a lot of ship fuel.

The arm breaking thing is just too painful to even analyze. We see a completely helpless Demetri begging for mercy to his ex best friend, who has made No Mercy his life motto. And that scream, oh that scream. All I wanted to see was Hawk realizing what he had done and throwing himself on his knees while begging for forgiveness. But I'm glad that at least we get to see he feels awful for what he's done, and I like to think that, as he got home, Eli cried out all the tears he had in his body thinking about poor Demetri at the hospital, with a swollen broken arm, all because of him. Of all the situations, this is undoubtedly the most deranged and extreme, and if something like this happened in real life, the wrongdoer would deserve to be punished and would definitely need to be sent to therapy. But in ShipLand, this opens the road to many, many different scenarios, in which the bully understands his mistakes and shifts back to the good side, or the two share a tender moment after they reconcile, or the traumatized character has to to learn to trust the other one again, or the bully becomes overprotective of his former victim, etc.

#3 - A Rewarding Reconciliation

Finally, we come to the reconciliation, in which Hawk makes his heel-to-face turn. While we've seen him torn with doubt for an entire season about his sensei's teachings, his actions and the people he wants to surround himself with, the key factor that drives Hawk's redemption is the sight of his best friend being held down for him to beat. And with an epic stunt and his awesome KEEEH screech, Hawk jumps to the rescue of his friend. Like many of us, Demetri thought this was still part of the "Only I Can Torment Him" dynamic I discussed earlier, as he steps backwards a little concerned, but then he understands that action was actually meant to save him, and the two begin to fight side by side, in sync, watching each other's back. You can see Demetri's eyes sparkling at the thought of having his friend back.

Also, not only Demetri stands up to alpha bitch Tory in defense of Eli, but he also speaks for his friend when he's faltering, just like he used to. So kudos for Demetri.

#4 - The Red Oni, Blue Oni Dynamic

Binary Brothers are two sides of the same coin and complete each other with opposite character traits, visually expressed by the color red and the color blue. Being the color red typically associated with violence, rage, passion and irrationality, as opposed to blue, which is associated with calmness, melancholy and rationality, red is clearly the dominant color. Again, this opens many interesting scenarios for shippers.

#5 - Body Language

Besides the situations I described above, which may or may not be read from a romantic/attraction standpoint, there are also a collection of small gestures I noticed when rewatching the series with a more attentive look on their relationship.

- Demetri's heart-broken expression when Eli shamefully covers his lip during the anti-bullying announcement.

- The smile Demetri gives when Hawk responds "Hell yeah!" after Aisha proposes to crash Yasmin's party, implying he's learning to embrace this new wild side of his best friend

- The astonished look with which Demetri watches Hawk at the tournament and the way he's pissed no one knows his real name.

- How deeply hurt Demetri is when Hawk belittles him by saying: "Five against three. More like two and a half." He even tries to reply, but he's caught so off guard that words die in his throat.

- How Demetri takes a step towards Hawk during the mall fight, before Sam makes him back off, and how sadly he looks at Hawk's nearly unconscious body after Robby defeated him.

- How Demetri smiles and nods when he briefly connects with Eli at Moon's party, despite the mall incident.

- How Hawk watches Demetri juggle with the cleaning product from behind his bike helmet (how did he stuff the mohawk in there by the way)?

- Hawk's psychotic/sadistic faces when he smells Demetri's blood, and how he likes to hunt him down like he's his prey.

- Hawk's secret impulse to comfort Demetri after the arm breaking (I hope you get nightmares of Demetri's howl of pain for the rest of your life, Hawk).

- The way Hawk twitches his upper lip when he sees his friend Demetri in danger.

- How Hawk and Demetri are so absorbed in their new-found friendship, that they're caught off guard, and Demetri swings Hawk to allow him to deliver a kick using their handshake as a lever. And how they keep fighting together, shaking each other's hands even when they're out of focus and the attention is on Miguel vs. Kyler.

- How they're standing so close at Miyagi Do, in comparison with the other Red/Blue partners.

In conclusion, this kind of relationships are engaging and entertaining to watch, and they make us wish the best for the characters. They make us hope that, in the end, as Miguel puts it, love really conquers all (and what is friendship if not a form of love?), despite all the hurt they did to each other.

So this is it. I hope you enjoyed my Ted Talk. Feel free to share it with whomever you want, especially if you need some solid reasons why this ship has got some good potential.

And remember: the ship is in the eye of the beholder.

F.

[lizacstuff]

Edser / SCK asks Ep 30 and 31 Fragman

Asks below the cut. 

Anonymous said: Thoughts on the second trailer for epi 31

My thoughts on the fragman are complicated. Here’s the thing, this show is my happy place and I want my-- and everyone else who reads what I have to say-- experience to be positive. 

So I’m going to say this once and then not dwell. (This means don’t send me a bunch of negative, venting asks, I won’t answer them) I don’t like the direction they’ve taken. I was fine with amnesia, I was great with him falling in love with her from scratch, and I was a-okay with it happening very slowly, even with lots of obstacles and pain. However, involving Selin, and some rando dude who is apparently secretly in love with Eda for years, at such a heightened level... is making it very difficult to enjoy. What they’ve had to do to numerous characters to make the Selin thing make sense is ridiculous. It’s maddening to watch her manipulate and brainwash a man with a traumatic brain injury and NO ONE recognizes it as such. It’s hard to watch such a brilliant man not be able to see through her even a little. It’s hard to enjoy anything with that going on in the background.  

So with that being said, watching the last two episodes felt a little like getting kicked in the face with a Selin shaped foot. Frankly, this fragman made me feel like we’re going to get kicked in the face a third time. While the spoilers say something is coming for her, there is really no hint in the fragmans that she’s going to get comeuppance in this episode, or even start to. (Poor Bige, good thing she’s not a Hollywood actress because I’m not sure I would ever be willing to watch her in anything again, my reaction to her as Selin is now that visceral). 

HOWEVER, the only reason I watch this show is for Serkan and Eda and to watch Hande and Kerem bring their magic together. That’s it, that’s my happy place. So while the last two episodes were hard to watch-- with the undercurrent of Selin’s crazy behavior not being recognized as such-- both episodes offered up some really great scenes of them together (though it needs to be more, much more) and that’s what I’m going to focus on. So on the BRIGHT side I do think we’re going to get some amazing and even romantic moments between Eda and Serkan in 31. 

It seems certain that the scenes on the boat when they’re alone will give us some really nice moments. The fragman makes it look very fraught and emotional, but hopefully the scenes are long and they get a chance to really talk and connect and there are lighter moments.  We know from the live, that they shot at Eda’s house, and it looks from the fragman there is a scene with them outside. That should be reminiscent of many scenes of old when he would pick her up or drop her off, and I’m hopeful they will do that justice. Then of course jealous Serkan sniffing around Deniz’s cafe will hopefully lighten things up around this joint. 

So... I’m gonna be excited for any and all scenes with Eda and Serkan that don’t also have the human praying mantis along for the ride, and for the rest... I guess I better place an order at the liquor store and stock up on human brain bleach (what do we think? Everclear?) until we can get rid of the barnacle on the ass of this show. 

Anonymous said: Do you want eda to end up with the flower ring or do you think she should get a new one? I’ve been thinking about this ever since the last engagement and now that she’s taken it off again, I’m like hmm, should they just start anew? I would of course want her engagement ring to have meaning but I wonder if they might be able to come up with something else.

We are on the EXACT same wavelength. Simpatico, my friend.  I thought the same thing when Eda asked him to marry her. Like.... hmmm... maybe this ring has the wrong kind of history to start your life together with? And look CURSED!  

So now I really think it might be best to go with a new one. Surely they can come up with something that has meaning and is not just some giant solitaire diamond, but also symbolizes a new and fresh start.  Maybe that’s what the necklace is about, retiring that ring, but still keeping it as a keepsake of how they met and fell in love?

Anonymous said: Having Serkan turn Eda’s engagement ring into a necklace that he gives her on the yacht is an interesting way for the show to go. On the one hand it means he is thinking about her and feels bad/starting to fall for her but on the other hand kind of rude too. I do not see her accepting it to be honest. She gave it back because he got engaged to Selin and they are still engaged. Seems like this next episode will be full of interesting surprises like that.

Yeah, I’m not sure what she will do. I could see it going either way to be honest.  Either she wants to hold onto it because of all it’s meant to them, or she tells him she doesn’t want that reminder of him. 

I do hope you’re right that the episode will have some more surprises... let me amend that... I hope you’re right and the episode will have some more GOOD surprises. I need Serkan to realize that the pull he feels towards Eda, regardless if he’s still hella confused and isn’t ready for anything, is reason enough to rethink his engagement to Selin. Or hell I’ll even take Serkan starting to be suspicious, or starting to see through her act. Throw us a bone, show!  This 1 step forward, 2 steps back thing they’ve started is not a recipe for success. 

Anonymous said: Am I the only one hoping that Eda says no thanks to that necklace from Serkan? I guess we are supposed to think it is sweet but it came off more like “yeah I am not giving it back to you as an engagement ring but don’t want you to lose the memories.” I need her saying “that ring meant a lot to me because the man I loved gave it to me but you are marrying someone else/do not remember me and that ring means nothing now”. Not here for the show having Eda getting excited over the scraps given to her while Serkan continues with his engagement.

If they actually had her say those words to him I would cheer.  If Eda can step around her pride and be that nakedly honest with him, it would be a very good thing indeed. 

Switching gears to last episode:

Anonymous said: i totally agree with your thoughts on ceren and eda.. like i hope they don't ruin their friendship (and i dont think they will, i think this will just be a tough period in their friendship) but at the same time, i don't really care either??? ceren and eda have butted heads before over her and ferit's relationship and honestly while her friends are great support for her, they are allowed to show conflict there as well without everyone yelling about "ruining the character"

Yes, this. It’s okay for friends to have conflicts. It also doesn’t mean all “girl power” is gone if they do have conflicts.  I’m just sad that it’s happening at a time when Eda needs friends and Fifi already left. 

And like you say, I don’t care that much. I’m here for Eda and Serkan... oh and Serkan and Eda, and that’s it (oh and Sirius, he can stay). So I’m not really invested in any other relationship, friendships or dynamics. 

Anonymous said:  I laughed at how they actually had Selin put the ring on her own finger. and I don’t think it even crossed her mind that he should’ve done it, she was too desperate to get it on! As much as I hated this “engagement”, the writers are clearly showing that he’s not very interested so I’m fine with it 😂 I was also waiting to see if they were going to spend the night together in the cabin, but then Selin came in with her suitcase and they left early? Lol

BWAH, I loved that they left early! Writers have gone out of their way to show us they don’t spend the night together. THANK YOU SHOW. One small thing they’ve done right. And to your point they’ve also gone out of their way to show how uninterested Serkan is in all of it. Unlike Selin, we’ve all seen how Serkan Bolat behaves when he’s in love and getting engaged and getting ready to be married. The difference could not be more stark. Too bad that the only two characters who don’t know how he behaves when he’s in love are Serkan and the ass barnacle.

Anonymous said: Ngl I want gag a little with Serkan giving Selin more breadcrumbs (key word lol) than before. But 1 of many things I enjoy is that Serkan has yet to try to buy Eda's shares. He expressed interest in doing so when Selin then Efe had those shares. He did suggest her moving into her grandma's old office but gave up quickly. So Serkan's cool with a stranger, who's possibly inexperienced and supposedly manipulative, being a partner in his company and taking up residence in his office? Hmmm

I loved that we got such a quick change from Robot Bolat’s you-won’t-own-these-shares-for-long attitude to you-can’t-go-on-vacation-you’re-needed-here attitude!  One of the best subtle moments from the last episode. I want more of them interacting professionally and him seeing her in action. I also want her to tell him how much she learned from him. I think that might be something he’d be interested to know. 

Speaking of, you know what I want? With his hand tremor, I hope we get a scene where he’s trying to draw something and it’s not coming out like he wants and he’s getting frustrated and she goes over there and puts her hand over his (like he’s done for her so many times) and helps him get the drawing done. 

Anonymous said: Eda was really ready to move on and forget serkan just in 2 days? He came back and lost his memory it wasn't his fault anyway but I understand that the situation with selin must be difficult for her. I just want Eda to keep fighting for him despite what he may say or do (his decisions and actions are influenced by selin so...) I don't want her to lose hope just when he is just starting to open up to her. In my opinion eda should give serkan some time.

Well... I think putting on that frilly yellow dress and forcing him into a corner with her “engagement” has nothing to do with moving on or forgetting him. That was all for him. That’s her way of fighting for him. She knows what it takes to get him to act. He needs to be in a corner and about to lose her. .  

But also I take your point. I hope that Eda’s natural pride and very understandable hurt doesn’t get in the way as Serkan starts to open up to her and gravitate to her and make moves in her direction. 

As for her talk of moving on last episode, it was premature, but Eda has said similar things many times before, her pride talking, but she never means it. She always fights for him. 

Anonymous said: There's a moment in the episode Serkan tells Engin that he love seline and that really pissed me off, because we've never heard Serkan say that before. He only lost one year of his memory and we already knew that he never loved selin so I wonder why he would say that now?

I’ve actually already answer an ask about this, but since then, I saw on twitter that some Turkish speakers confirmed that Serkan used the past tense. “I remember the woman I used to love, and that woman is Selin.”

But also, what I said right after the episode still holds. Serkan Bolat didn’t even know what love was until he met Eda Yildiz. He didn’t really believe in it, no matter what justifications he’s using now. When Serkan and Selin were together, Serkan probably though that boring milquetoast arrangement was what people meant when they talked about love. It wasn’t until he met Eda that he realized he’d never been in love.  

I predict he’s going to have the same realization one more time in the not so distant future.

Anonymous said: I am so glad you aren’t liking Deniz either! I thought I was the only one. I can’t really pin point what it is about him but there is something off. He is definitely an opportunist and is pushing Eda too hard to forget Serkan. Which totally pisses me off. Move over dude, Serkan is and always will be the love of her life. Their friends truly suck. Melo is the only smart one and good friend who is telling Eda to fight for their love. I’ll give Ferit some credit too as he is throwing some digs in at Selin as well. Everyone else is cancelled in my eyes. Do you think that maybe Selin knows Deniz and could be working with him against Serkan? I am not entirely sure but I feel like there is something more there based on the looks they shared when they met as if they knew each other before.

Oh interesting! I don’t know how that could have been arranged from the start, so I don’t think they know each other from before, but at this point I’m not putting anything past either to start working together to keep Edser apart. 

And yes, Melo is really the only non-Edser character I don’t want to slap upside the head. Ferit is better that most, but could still try harder. Oh Seyfi. He hasn’t given me reason to want to slap him upside the head either. 

As for Deniz, I’m already done with him. 

Anonymous said: Near the beginning of the series, I do remember seeing some people shipping Ferit and Melo when she started working for Selin. 😂They haven't really interacted much since but I'm also down

Let’s do this thing. What is their ship name?  Felo? Merit? Cuties?

[goneseriesanalysis]

Subversion of Tropes

Spoiler warning for Fear, Lies and Plague down below 

TW: mentions of s@xual @ssault and r@pe

In my recent post, Misogyny in Gone, I pointed out numerous instances in the series where misogynistic tropes are present, and how that affects the narrative of the story. The women often seem to be underdeveloped, sexualised and demonised for choices and characteristics that their male counterparts make and have with no consequence. Of course this is not true for every female character, and it is certainly not present all the time, but it still has a huge impact on the story. There is one scene in particular though, that seems to subvert these tropes and I wanted to talk about it as I think it is both a really important aspect of the story and introduces us to a fascinating power dynamic, that I really wish mg had developed further.

The interplay between sex and violence is a theme that is heavily prevalent in Plague and is present in both Lies and Fear. It shows up in many different forms throughout the series and presents itself in multiple ways such as: Caine and Diana’s relationship, Astrid and Orc’s Scene in Plague and Drake with pretty much every attractive woman he comes across. This is a theme that mg writes particularly well – Astrid and Orc’s scene in Plague (with a small cameo from Drake) is one of the best written examples of this trope I have ever read. However, for me personally, this scene is marginally outdone by another example of this trope that occurs in Fear – that being Caine’s cementing.

Not only does this scene have the cathartic tint of revenge to it, but it also subverts this trope in that it is the woman who is the perpetrator and the man (boy) who is the victim. When I first read Fear, nothing about this scene seemed even remotely sexual to me (because I was a child and unless it was outright stated I was never going to pick up on it.) But, when I re-read the scene a few days ago in preparation for my misogyny in gone post, I noticed how reminiscent Penny’s takedown of Caine is to the way women typically experience sexual violence (both in media and real life.)

So the scene starts out with Caine turning up to Penny’s house to discuss the situation with Cigar. Great. Fast forward a bit and we get to Penny outright telling Caine that she has a crush on him….and him outright rejecting her. Instead of accepting this, she pushes, telling him that she could be anyone in his imagination. He rejects her again. And she does not take that well. While she doesn’t show it on the outside, we as a reader get to see her internal monologue, where she has an extremely inappropriate reaction to his rejection. It is clear from this that she feels entitled to his affection, despite him never giving any indication that her feelings were reciprocated. Penny seems to believe that Caine has falsely led her on, but we as a reader know that he has rejected any and all advances that she has made and has not ever, in canon, used her crush to manipulate her. (Before I continue I want to make it clear that I am by no means saying that Caine is innocent. Penny has every right to be angry with him for a multitude of other reasons. But her reasoning here is misguided.) So the first question that this brings to mind is: Would Penny have continued with the cementing if Caine had welcomed her advances?? I think mg left this purposely ambiguous. But I like (and I use this word very loosely) the idea that she wouldn’t have. The trope of a woman having to cater to the desires of a man in order to avoid violence is one that is common in all types of media, and is one that we see throughout Gone as well. The best examples being Astrid with Sam and, of course, Diana with Caine. Both of these women are forced to conform to what Sam and Caine want them to be in order to be safe in the FAYZ, and so mg flipping the switch on this and having Caine’s inability to capitulate Penny’s desires being the final straw to his downfall (even if he was unaware of this fact) is an amazing touch.

This theme is then continued in the way that Penny takes Caine down…by drugging him and incapacitating him. Now, these are occurrences that are usually associated with date r@pe, which is something that is mostly experienced by women. Of course, this is not what actually happened in the book, but the association is there for a reason, I’m sure. Given Penny’s attraction to Caine, her take-down of him is inherently sexual in both its execution and come about. Her extreme reaction to his refusal is probably a result of her less-than-ideal childhood. We are told than Penny’s father used to take inappropriate pictures of her older, but still under-aged sister. When her sister became of age, Penny assumed that her father would move on to her, but instead he skipped her and began taking photos of her younger sister. Mg doesn’t really go into much detail on how this must have affected Penny’s psyche – only that she was so jealous that she took her father’s laptop into the school and showed the other students, resulting in his arrest. It is heavily implied that Penny’s parents were not affectionate – they neglected their children (at least emotionally) and so Penny sought out attention and affection, as any child would. Seeing how much time her father spent with her older sister, and seeing why – it isn’t hard to believe that Penny would equate sexualisation to affection, and even love. (lemme just have a cry real quick.) This makes sense when you take into account her reaction to Caine’s refusal (which was actually pretty mild) and even when you look at earlier events – such as him helping to bathe her. I can’t speak for everyone, but if someone broke MY legs and then came in to help bathe me, I would not be happy, and yet Penny seems to almost enjoy it. We then learn that Penny and her sisters were sent to live with their aunt after their mother became too depressed to care for them. And, once again, Penny found that her sisters were getting all the attention. So she reacted with violence – by putting bleach in her older sister’s cereal. She later found out that her father had committed suicide in prison, after being beaten by other inmates. And so Penny’s formative years have been tinted with sex and violence – two things that no child should be exposed to (although that’s kind of the whole premise of the series.) When you look at her past it becomes clear that her take-down of Caine was an attempt to gain control over one of the many people who have denied her affection in favour of giving it to someone else. As she associates sex with affection, and responds to a lack of affection with violence, it makes sense that she would attack him in a way that is associated with sexual violence.

My final point is in relation to the actions that she takes while Caine is unconscious. She does three things that really give us an insight into her mentality regarding the cementing:

-          She cements him

-          She makes a tin foil crown for him

-          She cuts off his shirt

These actions again are reminiscent, at least subtextually, of the act of r@pe - a sexual crime done with the intent to both incapacitate and embarrass the victim – in essence, a power-play. And this is exactly what Penny does. She begins by entrapping him in the cement, taking his power from him. We know that Penny was not scared of Caine’s power, this was not an act of paranoia as the cementing of the Coates kids was. But rather, she knew how much his power meant to him, how much he relied on it – and she wanted to make him feel just as powerless as he had made her feel. This is further reinforced by her making the tin foil crown. Of course, she partly did this to cause him more pain (she literally stapled it to his head), but the main reason was to embarrass him. To turn his own narcissism against him. And then, to top it all off, she cuts of his shirt – which is just straight up sexual assault. This is the moment in the scene where the interplay between sex and violence really comes out. As she sees it, sexualisation is a form of affection. But as her whole life she has been denied any form of affection she has twisted this in her mind to where she sees violence as a viable outlet of emotions – or rather a replacement for affection. I think Caine’s cementing showed the breaking point for Penny – there are so many things she wants to communicate (her anger at Caine for all the horrible things he has done to her, her affection towards him, her desire for power and respect) and she just doesn’t have the emotional intelligence to do it, due to years of witnessing sexual assault and experiencing neglect. So instead everything gets distilled down into this twisted act of violence where she both expresses all of these things and gets none of them.

I really love this scene as I think it is a great example of mg’s writing ability. I know her attack of Caine was not only due unrequited affections, but I think this side of it is really excellently written, and makes me wish that we has seen more of Penny. I think it would have been a very interesting plot twist and a great use of character if Penny had managed to discard of Drake in Fear and take over his role in the story. Anyway this was only meant to be a short post and I really rambled on (as if anyone is surprised by now). Thank you for reading and please feel free to comment on/ criticise this!! :)

[bijvoorbeeldja]

hide-and-seek

Prompt for you! Younger Sander and Robbe and the guys play hide and seek, then they had a kiss. They only remember this in a few years. Please, Jealous!Sander. 

Here she is, @mysteriousforests! Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like it. <3

................. 

It was how they spent most of their weekends during summer break from school — swimming at the local pool to fend off the heat during the day, then tagging along with their parents to the Driesen’s house in the evenings, where the adults gathered to gab and let the kids play. The group was pretty much the same then as it was now — minus Aaron and Zoe, who hadn’t moved to town until the group was in high school. Back then, Robbe’s hair was longer, Jens and Jana weren’t together yet, and Sander was still a brunette. 

Now that they’d finished dinner, their parents were talking in the living room over glasses of wine, and the group knew it would be a while before they’d be dragged home to their own houses, so they invented games to fill the time. Their favorite was hide-and-seek, and in Sander’s big house, there were plenty of good hiding places. 

That night, Jens was counting, covering his eyes with both hands as he recited numbers up to 100 while the rest of them hid. Robbe took off, scouring the rooms for the tucked-away crevices of the house to hide in. 

Behind the curtains? No, too obvious. The kitchen cabinet? Someone was probably already there. He tiptoed quietly but quickly, trying to put distance between himself and Jen’s voice. As he passed doors in the hallway, he heard Amber’s hushed giggling as she positioned herself underneath a bed, and Moyo and Jana fighting over a hiding spot behind a potted plant. Robbe smiled at them, continuing on towards the end of the hall. He knew Jens was likely close to coming after them, so he needed to find a space, fast.

Then, he was being pulled sideways, a soft hand clutching his elbow to rein him in. Suddenly, he was in the upstairs coat closet, bundles of jackets settling on top of his head as he ducked and stumbled into the space next to another someone.

“Shhh,” motioning a finger to his lips, Sander was crouched there, so close that Robbe could smell him. 

“This is the best hiding spot in the house,” Sander whispered, his breath tickling Robbe’s cheeks. “I didn’t want you to get caught.” 

Robbe was trying to catch his breath, calm his racing heart at the unexpected touch and sudden closeness. For a moment, Sander still held his arm in his grasp. It was a soft, warm touch that made Robbe’s breath shallow.

Even though they’d been friends since their infancy, being with Sander had always made Robbe feel a little unnerved, for reasons he didn’t fully understand. Sander was two years older, vastly cooler and funnier than Robbe ever could be. Confident. Creative. Handsome.

Robbe would never admit it, but he’d always tried to tame his own messy tresses into submission when he got ready in the morning, an attempt to look at least a little like the cool, older boy. He often caught himself staring at the Sander when he wasn’t looking. But he couldn’t let himself think about Sander. It wasn’t what he was supposed to do. Just as Moyo and Jens were already starting to notice girls at their school, Robbe was supposed to, too. 

Crouching closely together, Robbe listened to Sander’s steady breathing, forcing down the wave of nervous flutters in his stomach. He was sure Sander could hear how loudly his heart was beating. But luckily, that was muffled by the sound of Jen’s heavy footsteps, reaching the stop of the stairs. 

“Here I come!” He yelled out. “I am going to find you all so fast!”

Sander scooted backwards, farther into the closet, pulling Robbe with him. He chuckled softly, the sound barely audible as he tangled himself further behind a layer of coats and scarves on hangers. He gently pulled one aside, uncovering his face as he turned his head slightly to look over at Robbe. 

Robbe smiled, barely noticing Jen’s voice calling out down the hall, muffled by the fabric in front of him. He bit his lip, not wanting to be found, to have a few more stolen moments here, hidden with Sander.

A slight blush crept to Robbe’s cheeks as Sander continued to stare at him, his gaze unwavering. Only a small filter of light trickled in underneath the door, but Robbe could still seen the bright green of Sander’s eyes, nearly staring through him. He watched Sander’s eyes flick almost imperceptibly across his face, stopping for only a half-second on his lips. 

Then, almost in slow motion, Sander was leaning in, his breath mixing with Robbe’s as he gently placed his lips on Robbe’s. Robbe felt Sander’s hand gently lift to grasp onto Robbe’s wrist before sliding down to his hand, two fingers tangling with his as he held them softly. Robbe’s heart stopped, his brain unable to form a coherent thought. 

For a second, they remained there, lips touching. Then, there were loud footsteps outside the door, dangerously close, and Sander pulled away suddenly. Robbe was frozen, trying to process. He felt unable to breath.

Then suddenly, flooded flooded their faces as they blinked back the brightness.

“Aha!” Jens yelled, whipping the door open. “Found you two!

…………

Five years had passed, and the group dynamics had changed.

Jens and Jana had just begun dating, a natural extension of the relationship of the group. They just worked together. Robbe had finally cut his hair, a “birthday present” for Jens. Sander they hadn’t seen regularly for a year or so. He’d transferred to an art school and showed up off-and-on at their group gatherings, most recently appearing at Moyo’s house party with a head of bleached blonde hair and a leather jacket. The boys had playfully teased him, mocking his new artsy persona, but Robbe knew it was because they were all secretly jealous. He was attracting girls left and right. 

But now, they saw him less and less, as he naturally fell in with the social circles from his new school. It made Robbe weirdly disappointed, and not just because their group had changed over the years. He missed seeing Sander. He missed his silly jokes, his Bowie shirts, the croques he made for the two of them at midnight, those nights they slept over at Jens and everyone else was asleep before them. His missed sitting on the counter, watching Sander flip the sandwiches, deep in a passioned conversation about the street art he loved around Antwerp. Robbe loved hearing him talk. He swore he could listen to him forever.

Occasionally, Sander would call Robbe out of the blue, asking how he was, catching up on the missed time between them. Robbe waited for these calls desperately, eager to hear his voice, his laugh, to hear him insist that Robbe was in fact, not yet ready for the Advanced Bowie playlist. 

But those calls were infrequent now and it left a humiliating ache inside of Robbe that he tried to ignore. He carried on with Jens and Moyo, the self-proclaimed Broerrs. 

Near the end of that summer, the group had gathered, surprising Robbe with a birthday party at the beach house. A frequent haunt for the group of friends, they spent the days playing paintball among the dunes and deepening their tans. At night, they had bonfires and talked long into the night about their futures. They never wanted those nights to end. 

Now, older, they returned to the beach, celebrating their last days before the new school year. A bonfire swelled on the sand and Jens and Jana sat close, feeding each other marshmallows. Robbe and Moyo talked, laughing about their earlier soccer game. Suddenly, Jens called out, mumbling with a mouth still full of marshmallow.

“There you are, man! I wasn’t sure you were coming!”

Robbe turned and saw Sander, illuminated by the light of the fire, coming towards them with a smile.

“Sorry I’m late,” Sander replied. “There was a holdup at home. But I wasn’t going to miss Robbe’s big celebration!”

Reaching him, Sander slapped a hand on Robbe’s shoulder, making warmth flood to his cheeks. Learning down, he whispered with featherlight breath in Robbe’s ear. 

 “It’s good to see you, Robbe.”

Robbe nodded and smiled back at him, quickly lifting the bottle of his drink to his lips to distract himself from being exposed by a further blush. Seeing Sander again after all this time made his stomach twist, an electricity flooding his every nerve. He hated how the blonde boy held such power over him.

Sander joined them, claiming the chair next to Robbe. He lifted his hands to the fire, turning them slightly to warm them. It had been months since he’d seen Sander in person, and within that short time, he could notice visible changes in Sander. He was taller somehow, his height extending the lean, taut stretch of muscle along his arms and legs. A deeper summer tan blanketed his skin. Dark color played at his roots, and the messy tresses of his hair glowed white in the fire. It was at this moment that Sander looked up at Robbe, as if he could read his thoughts. Swallowing in embarrassment, Robbe looked down immediately, busying himself again with his bottle. 

“How’s your fancy art school, Sander?” Moyo asked, talking across Robbe.

Sander laughed. “It’s all good, man. You should consider it. You know what they say about art chicks.” 

“Ahhh, yeah,” Moyo said, nodding. “I like those alternative chicks, man. Does your school have a take-your-friend-to-school day?”  

Sander laughed again, but Robbe just felt sick. Thinking of Sander together with an equally good-looking girl at his school made him physically ill. 

“That’s bold of you, Moyo,” Jens spoke across the bonfire, taking another bite from the marshmallow in Jana’s outstretched hand. “To even think one of those girls would be into you.”

“Shut up, man,” Moyo said, waving him off. “I’ve been getting girls since middle school. Way before you. No offense, Jana.”

Jana just laughed, nodding. “He’s not wrong,” she said to Jens, teasingly. “You’re lucky you even got me.”

Jens nipped at her cheek, then her neck, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“Let’s be honest, though,” Jens said. “Sander was the only one of us who had game in middle school.” 

“Oh, stop,” Sander said, waving off embers from the air around him. “I was scared of girls. I still am!” He laughed. “Plus, you guys know I only hung out with you in those days. I always looked forward to those weekends at my place.” 

“Dude, yes!” Moyo said, slapping a knee. “Those were the days. Playing games way past our bedtimes, sneaking sweets from your ginormous kitchen, watching our parents get so drunk that by the end of the night they were singing karaoke.”

Robbe laughed at this, memories suddenly coming back to him. He really had missed those moments, nights when things were so much easier, so much less complicated than now. 

“I’ll never ever forget my mom’s rendition of ‘Jij Bent Van Mij,’” Jana said, groaning. She shook her head, as if trying to mentally erase the memory. 

“Dude!” Jens said, sitting up now. “Do you remember those epic games of hide and seek we used to play? “

“Oh, yeah!” Sander said, nodding as his mouth widened in a smile. “I forgot about that!”

“If I remember correctly, I was the best at finding you losers,” Jens said cockily. 

“Oh, please,” Sander said, rolling his eyes. “Robbe and I always found the best hiding spot and kept you guys looking for hours.”

The memories that had faded by time were now coloring in Robbe’s mind, forming concrete edges and fully-fleshed sequences.

Hiding with Sander, a small space. Jens heavy footsteps in the hallway. Surrounded by fabric. Coats. Then...in a warm, heart-stopping flash, it came back to him. 

The kiss.

That one night, Robbe and Sander had kissed.

Trying to level his now labored breath, Robbe strained to remember. They had kissed. They had been young. And so close, close enough that Sander in a breath could lean over and touch his lips to Robbe’s. It had lasted only a second, half a second. But the memory burned into him like it had just happened. How had Robbe forgotten?

Or had Robbe manufactured that memory in his mind? 

“Well, I’m calling it a night,” Moyo said, suddenly standing beside them. “I have to grab the double bed before Jens and Jana try to claim it and keep us up all night.” He laughed as Jens glared at him, hastily picking Jana up off his lap and grabbing her hand to sprint after Moyo. With laughter and yells, they were gone.

Now, deep waves of nerve were swelling within Robbe as he sat alone with Sander, the crackling of the bonfire filling the silence. 

Robbe twisted the bottle in his hands, trying to grasp at a word, any words to say to Sander, who was smiling to himself. 

Then, he turned to Robbe, pulling himself closer so that his knee was touching Robbe’s. Robbe looked up at him, watching Sander’s green eyes meet his.

“You’re not going to bed yet, right?” he asked with a smile. “I still need to give you your birthday present.”

Robbe could only shake his head, his throat dry. Sander stared back at the fire, still smiling. 

“Want to take a walk?” he said, leaning in closer now. “I heard sea air prevents hangovers,” he laughed as he cocked a head at Robbe’s now-empty bottle. 

Robbe laughed, nodding. “Yeah, I could use some non-smoky air.” Leaving his bottle on the ground next to his chair, he stood and followed Sander as he headed toward the sound of the waves.

…

Hearing Sander ramble on again was like water to Robbe’s thirsty soul. He never wanted him to stop. 

But at the same time, he had to speak. If he didn’t ask, he thought he would explode. So when Sander paused, taking in the waves, he cleared his throat.

“So, uh,” Robbe said, trying to keep his voice nonchalant. “Remember when we were talking with the other guys about those nights at your house?”

“Yeah,” Sander said, turning back to him and nodding. “What about it?”

“Well, about hide-and-seek...do you remember actually playing? With everyone?”

Sander smiled, but his voice was serious. “Yeah. I always looked forward to it. You guys were my first real friends in Antwerp.”

“Those were some of my favorite nights,” Robbe admitted, remembering. “And I guess...I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay,” Sander said. “What?” 

Robbe already regretted mentioning anything. This conversation could only end in humiliation, and Sander would likely never talk to him again. 

But Sander was looking at him, waiting with a clear sense of eagerness, almost appearing to read Robbe’s mind. 

“I just…” Robbe hesitated. He felt so stupid.

Sander stopped now, grabbing Robbe’s arm. “What, Robbe? You can ask me anything”

Robbe took a deep breath, trying to meet Sander’s gaze. He felt his hands shaking slightly.

“Well, I was just wondering if you remember...us hiding together. In that coat closet in your upstairs hall?”

Sander looked down, his mouth widening in a shy smile.

“A coat closet,” he said quietly. “Yeah, yeah, I think I do remember that. Why?”

“Did you...did we…” Robbe struggled, trying to speak with a level voice.

“Kiss?” Sander said suddenly, looking up at Robbe. He was biting his lip, hiding a smile.

“Yeah,” said Robbe, exhaling in relief now that it was spoken out loud, settling in the space between them. “When we were talking, I had this suddenly clear memory of that moment...and I was just wondering...if I had imagined it.”

“For so long after that moment I thought it was a dream,” Sander said, laughing. “Especially since I was too much of a scaredy-cat to bring it up to you again. I don’t even know how I had the guts to do it in the first place.”

“What do you mean?” Robbe asked.

“Seriously, Robbe?” Sander said, eyes widening as he laughed. “You had to know that I had the biggest crush on you back then?”

Robbe’s stomach dropped, attempting to configure Sander’s words in his mind in a way that made sense.

“Well, clearly by the look on your face,” Sander said, smiling again, “you had no idea. Which is actually hilarious because I was not subtle about it.”

“You’re joking, Sander…” Robbe said, finally able to speak.

Sander turned his whole body to Robbe, face serious now. In a gentleness that didn’t match his firm stare, he spoke. 

“I always liked you Robbe,” Sander said. “It wasn’t long after we came out of that closet that I...came out of the closet.” He smiled briefly at his joke before continuing. 

Robbe could barely keep his jaw from dropping. Even if he hadn’t imagined their adolescent kiss, he was sure he had to be imagining this now.

“Yeah, I was obviously scared you didn’t reciprocate my feelings, so I didn’t dare to bring it up. Even when I thought you might….like me back….you were so close with Jens that it made me insanely jealous. I knew he was your best friend and I figured before long you two would realize your feelings for each other. I couldn’t stand it.” Sander smiled weakly to himself, kicking some sand at his feet. Robbe could’ve sworn there was a light blush creeping up on his cheeks. “I’ve always wanted you, Robbe.”

Robbe couldn’t speak and it was a moment before Sander spoke up again, suddenly grabbing his arm.

“But hey, look,” he said, firmly now. “Please don’t think you have to say anything. Honestly, we have to bring this up again. You’ll always be my friend no matter what. And I hate...that we haven’t been able to spend time together lately. ….Hopefully now you still want to!” He laughed, but there was a strain in his voice. A nervousness. Vulnerability. 

Robbe just looked at him.

“Robbe,” Sander said again. “Damnit, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m so stupid. Please just forget it.”

He turned to start walking back up the beach, but Robbe grabbed his arm before he could escape the closeness.

“I don’t want to forget it, Sander,” he said, his voice only capable of a near-whisper. 

“What?” Sander said, turning back to him and closing the distance. “What did you say?”

“I said,” Robbe said, louder now, “that I don’t want to forget it. Our kiss...or this conversation.”

Taking a deep breath, he pulled Sander closer, intertwining their fingers together. Sander’s eyebrows rose, but only for a second before he squeezed his palm to Robbe’s. 

“Do you know how long I’ve liked you Sander?” Robbe said, hoping he could finsh before his nerves gave out. “I’ll tell you it was long before that closet.”

Sander laughed, his eyes looking wide and misty as Robbe stared deep into them. “Are you messing me, Robin?”

“Oh,” Robbe groaned, extracting his hands from Sander’s to cover his face in embarrassment. “Only you call me that and I wish you wouldn’t.” 

He felt Sander’s breath against his hands as Sander gently pulled his hands away and replaced the touch with his palms cupped against his cheeks. 

“You’re my Robin,” Sander whispered, ever closer now. “Should we go find another closet, or…?” 

“I’m not going back into the closet,” Robbe said, laughing. “But I will take that kiss, if you’re offering. You know, as a second birthday gift. I mean, I haven’t forgotten that you still owe me a real one.”

“Oh, I’m definitely offering a kiss,” Sander said, laughing. “I’m offering on your birthday. And the day after your birthday, and the day after that.” Then, Sander was kissing him. 

And even if that first kiss had been a dream, Robbe couldn’t have dreamt a kiss as good as this one. Lips and breath fitting together, Sander pulled Robbe closer, tangling his hands into his hair, losing himself completely in him.

“Aaaaand the day after that,” Sander said, following his words with another kiss before pulling away. 

“And the day after that.” Robbe’s eyes fluttered, whining at Sander’s teasing. “That okay with you, Robin?”

“That’s okay with me.” He smiled into Sander’s next kiss. 

Better than a dream.

[sweetandsourfics]

California Friends II

Billy Hargrove x Reader | Smut | Season 3 | 2/3 | Masterlist 

Summary: Summer Fun and Summer Lovein'. Billy's Cali flame fulfils her promise and comes to stay with him over the summer. A week has passed since their little reunion. 

Warnings: Smut, Explicit language.

Word Count: 1,894

Author’s Note: Here is part 2! I hope you enjoy it and I would love to hear feedback from you all. Let me know if you want a part 3.

California Friends tend to be more on the longer end of my stories as I want to do a bit of Summer fun that isn’t straight up smut. This is a long one!

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The thin checker blue sheet lays defeated on the floor. You've awoken to an empty bed, and for the first time since you have arrived, you are grateful for the extra space. You’ve missed Billy dearly of course, but that boy radiated heat like he was the sun.

The air is muggy with the Indiana heat, the fan is working overtime trying to beat it. Even only with cherry print panties as the sole item on your body, your skin feels feverish.

Getting up you slip on a tie-dye shirt and a pair of blue athletic shorts. Strolling into the kitchen, in need of something cold and refreshing.

The strawberry blonde woman stands at the kitchen counter, cutting up an assortment of Summer fruit. "Morning," Susan greets cheerfully. 

You smile back, "morning, I didn't think anyone was home." 

"I've only just got back from the shops, the boys are at work and Max has just left to meet up with friends," she explains.

Nodding in acknowledgement, you open the fridge basking in its cool touch before reaching for the orange juice.

In a shy tone, Susan adds. "Oh! Billy said that you liked cherries, so I made sure to grab you some."

A squeak of excitement bounces up from your throat. "Thank you!"  

Susan is a sweet lady, always doing what she thinks is best for her daughter and her detached family. If Neil wasn't such an ass, their family dynamic would be peaceful and a well-oiled machine. Things haven’t been too aggressive in the Hargrove residence, Billy commented that it’s only because you are here.

"What do you have planned for today?" Susan asks, handing you a small bowl of watermelon, strawberries, mango and peach with yoghurt on top.

"Thanks. I think I'll go to the pool."  you mutter, moving to the breakfast table.

Susan joins you at the table. "I think Billy would like that." she smiles.

The two of you chat over the bowls of fruit. Before Susan had to carry on with the household jobs and you needed to get ready for your outing to Billy's place of work.

The joyful cries of children can be heard from the parking lot. Entering the gated area quickly spotting the permed head of Billy, sitting all high and mighty on the lifeguard chair. You plop your pink beach bag onto the plastic chair.  The pool water looks cool and inviting, but it’s no beach.

Removing your denim shorts, you’re dressed in a simple black one-piece bathing suit.

You didn’t even have the chance to lounge the Sun-bleached plastic for the poolside gossip reaches your attention. 

"Doesn't he look amazing?"  A brunette giggles to her group of housewive friends.

Another snaps out of a daydream. "Who Billy?"  

"Of course." The brunette snips.

"He is, isn't he?" The daydreamer giggles. 

The housewives adjust their breast, shifting from one alluring position to another, all in hopes to get the much younger lifeguard's attention.

"You should see him when he teaches. The kids" The blonde gushes.  "I don't understand how he can look that good at eighteen!”

You snort in disbelief. Billy isn't a good teacher, he has a short fuse and kids only make that fuse shorter. He’s definitely a hit with the housewives. 

You usually aren’t jealous, but you haven’t had Billy to yourself all year, and you already had to deal with Hawkin girls blatantly flirting with him in front of you! Now housewives are trying to get his attention. As petty as it may be these ladies need a reminder of what they are competing against.

Running your fingers through your hair, fluffing up your soft locks and adjusting the sunnies on your nose.

Walking past the group of gossips, hips swaying. Earning displeased scoffs, guarantee they will be gossiping about you as soon as you're out of earshot. Strutting up to the lifeguard chair, Billy's eyes move from the pool to you.

You smile sweetly.  "Hey!"

"Hey, hot stuff." He grins, chewing his spearmint gum.

Climbing up the lifeguard chair, you push your sunglasses to the top of your head. A devious smirk playing on your full lips. Even with his eyes hidden behind the aviator sunglasses, you can feel his eyes devouring you. The tight-fitting bathing suit hugs your breast, the scallop hem framing them perfectly.

All he wants to do his pamper them with his mouth, to hear your breathy moans as he massages them. He feels like king-pin, sitting high upon his throne with a hot piece of Californian ass.

"What are you up to?"  Billy smirks, his eyes stuck on your breast.

"Just seeing how you're going. Must be lonely up here." You say, honeyed.

Billy chuckles his teeth tugging at his bottom lip. He knows that you are playing for his attention. Leaning in he steals a kiss, tasting your usual cherry lip balm. 

Breaking the kiss you biting Billy’s bottom lip.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Princess." He warns a grin splitting across his face. "I finish in ten minutes, think you can entertain yourself till then?"

You peck his soft lips. Leaving him wanting more of your flavoured lips."I can find something to do.” With a final kiss, you make your way down the ladder.

You can feel him taking in how the tight bathing suit barely covers the swell of your ass. 

The  housewives Have stopped talking so loudly about Billy now they’ve moved onto sending you disapproving looks. Seems like your little show has rubbed them up the wrong way as you can feel their eyes burning holes into the back of your head as you wait in line at the canteen. 

Paying for a cherry popsicle, you walk back to your chair. Relaxing under the shade of the colourful umbrella. Billy struts over, confidence rolling off him.

“Afternoon, ladies,” he greets the chattering housewives. The women swoon gushing over him in return.

The golden-haired boy gives you a half-grin winking at you has he looks over the top of his aviators, taking a spot on your chair. 

He bites his lip, stopping a moan as he watches your pretty lips suck on the red popsicle. 

Looking at your watch, you raise an eyebrow in confusion. “You have seven minutes left.”

“I’m still working, just checking on Patreon seeing how she’s enjoying herself.”  Billy runs his hand along your thigh, squeezing it gently.

“I doubt that’s the real reason you come over.” You giggle. Poping the sweet between your lips. 

Billy watches intensely as you finish off your refreshing treat. Smearing the red stickiness over your lips. Fuck your dirty in the sweetest ways. His fingers inching closer to your concealed womanhood, he pushes a finger at your clothed entrance.

"Billy" you try to keep your voice firm. Instead, it comes out weak and full of need. 

“Yeah?” Billy’s lips hover inches from yours. He presses his thumb on your clit, ripping a sharp gasp from you.

You’re an exhibitionist deep down, and Billy has only been able to play with your inner exhibitionist twice.  “Shall we take this somewhere more private?” 

A wanton look in your bright eyes. Fiddling with the golden medallion around his neck. A gift you sent him for his 18th.  “Where do you have in mind?” You question. 

Billy takes your small hand in his. The two of you walk around the edge of the fence going unnoticed by unwanted eyes. He guides you into the small storeroom. 

Closing the door only light is from the dying lightbulb, and whatever sunlight can creep in from the buildings seems.  Billy pulls you against his him, planting a kiss to the base of your neck, his hands smoothed up your sides. 

"This little number made your tits look so good." He mumbles against your neck. Massaging your breast pulling soft needy moans from you. Fingers hooking under the straps, peeling the swimsuit from your skin. 

Billy reaches around, a hand sliding a hand to your thigh. Your breath hitches as he runs a finger through your wet folds with no warning, he pushes two fingers in your entrance. Curling his finger, hitting that magic spot. 

You whimper leaning your head back.

"You've got to be quite Princess."  He grunts mouthing at your neck. 

Pushing a second finger in, moving slowly. Pressing his thumb to your clit. You cry out in pleasure, Billy clamps his free hand over your mouth, to silence your cries.

Your thighs shake, reaching up your fingers weave through his hair. Fisting a handful of his golden curls. Your clench around his fingers and just like that while you linger on the edge of bliss. 

Billy draws his fingers out, leaving you empty and with a heavy ache. Spinning you around, he winks before meeting your red-stained lips in a passionate kiss. You cup his face, he groans as you push your tongue into his mouth.

He’s in a hurry. He typically lets you cum once or twice before he gets to the headliner.

Hurridly you move your hands to the elastic waistband of the red swim shorts, pushing them down. You whisper, “fuck me.” breath fanning his lips. 

He pushes himself into you, pinning you against the shelving. Lifting you up your legs wrapping around his waist. Prodding your entrance with his leaking tip.

"Billy~." You scold. He’s teasing you.

"You're so needy," Billy complains. His teeth graze the fragile skin of your neck.

“Billy please!”

With a deep chuckle, his low and husky voice whispers in your ear. “You just had to ask nicely.” He grins pushes into you. 

You moan, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out. He groans pleasure and pain mixing together.   

Moving slowly as he filled you. Whimpering your back arches. Pleasure pulsating through your veins. 

You claw at his back, begging him to move faster. 

“Little Minx,” he hissed in your ear. Billy reared back before slamming into you. He moves widely ripping a scream from your pretty lips. The wooden shelving creaks with very harsh thrust.

You are definitely going to have shelf-like bruises along your back.

He tenderly squeezes your behind. Pulling away, watching your desire fule features.  The way your lip curls up as you fall apart against him. A detail that he's never going to forget.

He slides a hand between your bodies. His thumb working against the most sensitive spot of your body. Your moans grow louder, threatening to expose the two of you. "Remember, Princess, you need to be quiet."

 You didn't need to tell Billy that you were cumming as the involuntary shivering of your legs was a dead give away. With an audible whimper, you come around him.

He growls at the sweet noise that fall from your lips as you come. His chest heaves as he chases his own orgasm. 

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass as he comes. A satisfied giggle leaves your lips, only to be silenced when Billy's brush over yours in a gentle kiss. 

Beads of sweat roll down your flushed skin. "I'm definitely going to lose my job because of you." He whispers back, biting the shell of your ear.

[recentanimenews]

The Duke of Death and His Maid – 04 – The Witch and the Snow Fairy

After three weeks of chiding her for getting so close to him, one day Alice is keeping her distance, seemingly avoiding Bocchan. When he tries to approach her, she Shunpos away like a Shinigami out of Bleach. But he soon deduces that she’s caught a cold and doesn’t want to give it to him.

Defying her caution, he tucks her into bed in her cottage and vows to stay by her side until she’s better. It’s a lovely inversion of their usual dynamic, with Alice seeminly capable of anything while Bocchan is weak an ineffectual.

Winter has come to Bocchan’s villa, and with it a fresh blanket of morning snow. The episode really captures the childlike glee that comes with the first sight of such a snowfall (assuming you’re not trying to drive to work that morning).

Bocchan is similarly elated to get to see Alice set against the pure white backdrop, accentuating her loveliness. The two and Rob build a snowman and have a spirited snowball fight, with Alice demonstrating she also has Matrix-like powers of evasion.

In the midst of all the wintry fun, Alice loses one of her earrings, which belonged to her mother and is thus precious and irreplaceable. By the time she realizes it’s gone it’s nighttime and snowing harder, but Bocchan goes out unbidden to dig through the snow looking for it.

The conditions quickly sap his energy, and he’s soon lying in the snow, exhausted. This is how the witch Caph finds him, and when she hears what hes doing, for whom, and why, and that he won’t give up, her initially hostile stance softens, and she decides to help him with her fire magic.

The earring thus found, Bocchan and Caph go in and the witch is introduced to Alice. A lazier or more obvious choice would be to make Alice jealous of Caph for vice versa, but the two women get along famously, and in any case, Caph apparently has her own guy friend whom she admires and adores the similar to how Bocchan and Alice adore each other.

What she doesn’t have is any concrete answers for Bocchan about his curse or how to break it, no matter how much Alice plies her with food, tea, and dessert. Caph is sympathetic to Bocchan’s plight and has even taken a shine to the guy, but she doesn’t consider herself anywhere near the league of the witch who did this to him.

Caph flies off in her bat form, but I’m sure she’ll be back. The next day while outside touching up the Bocchan snowman, Alice recalls a memory from when she was bullied by the rich kids for not being rich, even though she was adorable. Only Bocchan was kind to her, dusting the snow off of her (he could touch people at the time) and saying she looks like a beautiful snow fairy when set against the white powder.

It really brings into focus Alice’s love and devotion to Bocchan, and when he says the same thing he said back then—that she’s like a snow fairy—Alice can’t help but chortle gleefully, for her beloved Bocchan has scarcely changed in all these years. Indeed, the main change is the curse, about which hopefully something will be done before this series concludes.

By: sesameacrylic

[followedbyraven]

Raven reads

Rec theme: Humour

Brother Lover by twentysomething (4k) Summary: "However- and it doesn't happen a lot- they have to invoke 'I saw her first'."

Hard-Loving Loser by tracy (tracy_loo_who) (2k) Summary: When all of Dean's attempts to tell Sam about his relationship with Castiel fail, Crowley decides to lend a hand.

Bragging Rights by The-Ninth-Bow (4k) Summary:  Despite the fact that Castiel has spent the last few months fighting the apocalypse alongside Dean and Sam, he still doesn't quite understand the human need for humor until he's caught in the middle of a battle of practical jokes between the brothers. 

The Revelatory Powers of Pie by tfwftw (5K) Summary: The first time Sam sees Dean and Cas interacting after the post-Lucifer-freeing fight in Bobby's hospital room is in a little diner in Idaho, and their dynamic is... not what he was expecting. Really not what he was expecting. 

Five times Sam didn't catch a clue (and the time they finally out and told him) by tfwftw (5k) Summary: Sam has no idea Dean and Cas are in a relationship. Dean has no idea that Sam has no idea - has Sam not been paying attention?

The One With The Ankjawhathis by talli_approved (4k) Summary: Gabriel and Crowley think it's fairly ridiculous how ignorant Dean and Castiel are. They decide to do them a favor and rectify that. When All Is Said and Done by spacemonkey (2k) Summary: Once the war is over, Michael finds himself faced with a disappointed Father and only one solution: convince Castiel and Dean Winchester to have sex.

Witches and Pie by Shinigami_HiMeSakura (2k) Summary: After being attacked by witches, Dean believes Cas is giant pie and is set on eating him. With Sam left as the only remotely sane one, he has to find a way to fix Dean or more than likely find a way to bleach his brain.

I Wanna Be Famous by quiddative (4K, crack) Summary: Dean knew it was a bad idea to send Cas out into the Big Bad World all by himself—especially on the fucking Ellen DeGeneres Show, Jesus Christ, he was gonna get eaten alive by psycho housewives—but did anyone listen to him? Noooo.

All Along by quiddative (5k) Summary: (AU from 5.10) It really is a bad soap opera just waiting to happen.

Negotiating with Terrorists (and Other Post-Apocalyptic Adventures) by pyrebi (4k) Summary: Castiel tries to settle the angelic ranks, Dean tries to live a normal life, Sam tries to not actually exist, and a gaggle of dead hunters tries to take over Heaven. There are varying levels of success.

Sam is Genius Everyone is Dumb by peroxidepest17 (5k) Summary: Dean is doing stuff. Castiel is getting stuff done to him. It seems likethe only one who understands what "stuff" actually means is Sam. Sometimes it'shard being the smart one.

Halosexual by pagiel (2k) Summary: spnkink prompt: Dean accidentally discovers that not only does Cas have a halo, it's a solid part of him, and he likes having it rubbed, with orgasmic results. Bonus points: Castiel's penis isn't sensitive at all, and it doesn't get hard. Angels orgasm differently.

Fact or Fiction? (where Dean isn’t being Jealous at All) by nightflyer42 (3k) Summary: Written for d_hearts_c , prompt #58:  Dean doesn't care about those smutty and/or sickeningly sweet slash fics about him and Cas or Destiel or whatever-the-fuck-it's-called. Really, he doesn't. So what's with the irrational anger he feels when he discovers 'Meg/Cas,' 'Balthazar/Cas,' and--good God!-'Sassy,' especially when the three pairings are gaining popularity and giving Dean/Cas some serious competition? Besides, those pairings are definitely baseless... right?

[killers-high]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO? (i mean, he’s rather liked overall but there’s not that many ppl who rp him?)

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  OH YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO / KIND OF?

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. --> hard to say. kinda yes, but then not that much. there are characters who sure were more relevant.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. <-- depends who you ask, heh

How strictly do you follow canon?  — In general I keep my Kenpachi close to canon, but I’m not very strict about it. I like to fill up the holes left in canon story with headcanons, and I’m open for plots that are canon-divergent as long as they simply make sense, logic-wise. I’m also willing to deviate from canon when comes to shipping -- for me it’s about chemistry and chemistry only; I have a few ships I like when comes to dynamics and such, but I wouldn’t turn down a character my Kenpachi grew to like/love only because it’s not on my ship list. Of course all the canon relationships are relevant and you can totally jump straight to the kind of interactions your character used to have with mine in the manga, but anything more than that needs to be developed first. Also, I acknowledge the relation between Kenpachi and Unohana as canon, but I see it more as a mother-child relationship; even if there’s some twisted kind of affection in it, it’s hard for me to imagine them living together as a happy little family. I know, the idea is cute, but personally I think there’s far too much bitter feelings between them so it could ever work this way.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  Uh, I’m not sure what makes Kenpachi interesting for other people as a character, so I’ll just say a few words about what could make my version of Kenpachi possibly interesting to interact with, I guess. Kenpachi is a guy not only of great power, but of great experience as well. People tend to see him as a bloodthirsty berserk with all brawn and no brains, but there’s so much more to him than meets the eye -- he’s more clever than he likes to show, and while his kind of wisdom might be not so obvious and ‘classical’ kind, he has it and he uses it both in his fights and in interactions with others. Although he might make an impression that his own strength is all he cares about, it’s only partially true. Kenpachi likes to help others become stronger and watch them grow just as much as he likes to improve his own power; he hates to see wasted potential, and he often provokes or challenges people into situations that, in his opinion, will help them to discover their strength or improve as a person. He’s not a touchy-feely guy and he hardly lets it show, but he cares about the ones who are close to him and would risk own life without a second thought to protect them -- however, this other, more private and more vulnerable side of him usually stays hidden from the world, as he’s not willing to show it to anyone except those who worked hard to gain his trust.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  Kenpachi is not interested in people who aren’t willing to fight -- not only literally, but also fight for themselves, for their goals, dreams, fight to overcome their weaknesses, their bad experiences, their fears. He has little patience for those who whine and do nothing to improve their life, so instead of support they get as much as disdainful look from him. He’s hardly interested in interacting with anyone who can’t offer him either a good fight or a good challenge of some other kind -- or a way to kill boredom at least -- and can be pretty unresponsive if the way other character approaches him doesn’t pick up his curiosity. On top of that, he can be a bit of a handful at times -- he gets annoyed pretty easily, tends to be restless and snappy when bored, he speaks before he thinks and since he’s pretty foulmouthed and pulls no punches he often hurts others even while it was not his intention.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  My muse himself. Kenpachi was my favorite character from the first time I’ve seen him (around 2008 or so), and when I discovered Bleach rp on tumblr (by accident while hunting for pics lmao) I decided to give it a shot.

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  I don’t really need inspiration to write him. I can do it at pretty much any time given, likely because we’re similar character-wise and it takes me like zero effort to get in his skin. The only thing I need is a rough idea for some plot and BOOM here we go. Unless it’s a chat rp, then I don’t need even this.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES? / NO. <-- you tell me

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  I don’t have any problem with criticism in general. If something about my character or the way I write him bothers you, feel free to tell me. I can’t promise I’m gonna care though -- Kenpachi is a very personal muse for me, and the way I portray him sometimes can differ from other portrayals or from what’s ‘canon’ simply because he shares a lot of qualities with me as his writer. Fact that you criticized my portrayal doesn’t mean I will change a single thing about it, but sure I won’t get offended or stop interacting with you only cause you said a word or two. The only criticism I never publish/respond to is shit aimed at stirring up drama, as people who write such are not worth my time.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  FUCK YEAH. Some of them really force me to think about stuff I wouldn’t have thought about otherwise, and make me discover my character anew in some places I thought I already know him ins and outs. I like all the questions, no matter the topic, and I do my best to answer them with details.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  Sure I’d be curious about what their reasoning is, like, what makes them think things aren’t the way I see them? What is their headcanon on this particular topic? Do they disagree completely, or just some part of it doesn’t lie well with them?

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  Depends how they carry it out. If it’s like ‘okay i don’t think so but it’s cool, everyone can have own opinion’ it’s totally fine, i’m far too old to bang heads over such silly shit (there’s no ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ portrayal btw -- everyone does it their own way and there’s nothing to whine about). If they come to my askbox solely with the purpose to pester me about it, and do it in a way that makes me question their age and/or mental health, I’m gonna block their ass out of existence.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  I don’t care and it’s highly unlikely I’ll ever notice they do unless they make effort to bring it to my inbox. In the end it’s their problem, not mine; I’m just gonna continue doing my thing while they’ll be wasting time and energy on writing shit nobody cares about.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  Sure. English ain’t my native so if I write something that makes no sense just lemme know -- it’s a way to learn, too, and if you tell me there’s a chance I don’t make the same mistake again.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  Yeah, I’m pretty laidback and I don’t give a flying fuck about 99% of things that tend to raise a lot of hackles. It’s nearly impossible to offend me, and I have a lot of understanding for the fact other people have their own lives, likes, problems, ideas, families, health issues, work routines and whatnot, so I never pester anyone for replies or anything rp related. However, I’m a confirmed extrovert in this kingdom of introverts which is tumblr, so I tend to hang out on Discord/chats a lot and then think I must be a fucking pain in the rear for my more introverted friends cause I’m always the one to message them first, and it makes me want to melt into a sad pool of shame for being such a needy fucktard.

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