#if anyone is ever mean to him while they’re in highschool I’m gonna start fighting children

[oddly-casual]

I love him so much

[basically-i-write-shit]

That’s the thing about a/b/o; it’s such a good vehicle for certain kinks. I’m just going to go with the first half of the list and say Tsukkiyama… any of: 6, 11, 14, 19 or 28.

Any, some, all or none! Up to you!

All of your fics are great!

This is exactly my thought. I picked two of the ones you sent from the prompt list, feel free to send more if you want!

6. Alpha voice 14. Claim fuck

Here’s the ao3 link 

- MINORS DNI -

Tsukishima Kei is not prone to letting his emotions or his instincts get the best of him. It’s tiring, and just not worth it most of the time. Often, this isn’t an issue; he doesn’t feel anything too strongly, and he’s not exactly eager to get into just any omega’s pants, so even when an omega goes into heat in public he’s able to keep a level head. He doesn’t feel that primal urge inside himself to claim, to mate- 

Or, at least, for the most part. It’s becoming more of an issue lately, and it’s frustrating. He doesn’t know what it is, but lately whenever he finds himself out with friends, he’s just the slightest bit annoyed, just a little more prone to snapping back. He chalks it up to just having outgrown the idea of going out every weekend now that he’s an adult with a job, and yet whenever a certain childhood friend of his asks him to come out he does without hesitation. 

...Which leads to his other issue. 

Yamaguchi Tadashi has always been a soft spot for Kei, he’s always wanted to protect him- ever since they first became friends in elementary school. Now that they’ve long since graduated highschool, and recently college, however, it’s becoming increasingly obvious that Kei’s soft spot for Tadashi is more than he lets on. And Tadashi has always been naïve, but it’s never been more aggravating to get him out of the situations he manages to get himself in when he’s a little tipsy. And Yamaguchi likes to let loose on the weekends. 

And letting loose he is. 

Kei hadn’t even wanted to go out tonight. He was barely leaving the museum when his phone rang, the caller ID reading Kuroo’s phone number, and he’d immediately rejected the call. However, not even two seconds later he received a text with the simple words: “We have freckles with us already so you might as well just come over now instead of fighting it.” So he did. And that familiar annoyance and quick temper has returned, only fueled by the loud music bumping in the over-crowded club that Bokuto and Kuroo dragged his omega to-

There it is again. Yamaguchi isn’t his. He isn’t Kei’s, and he knows this. Even still, in his head, he calls him that. He doesn’t know when he that started, just that he never stopped, and he doesn’t see any harm in it; after all, anyone who’s spent more than a few hours with them can clearly see Kei’s laid his claim on Yamaguchi even if he hasn’t actually marked him. Or even tried to court him. His influence is all over, however, from the clothes Kei buys him just so he can scent them before he gifts them to the fading hickeys Yamaguchi asks Kei to give him before they go out to deter alphas from hitting on him when they’re clubbing. 

Even still, those only seem to work if the other person knows them, and isn’t some stranger in the club. To strangers, Kei’s scent and the hickeys he peppers on Yamaguchi’s neck are just hints of a promiscuous omega, a tease who gets busy with more than one person in one night- and they tend to get angry when their advances are rejected by a “slut.” 

Kei doesn’t know when he lost Yamaguchi, just that he’s been increasingly more annoyed by his other friends as they progressively get drunker. And so he does what he usually does when he gets fed up with them: goes to find Yamaguchi so he can leave. It takes a long moment to find him, and when he does, he doesn’t like what he finds. 

He can’t hear over the music and the loud conversations surrounding them, but he can see the snarl on the alpha’s face as he leans far too close to Yamaguchi. The omega -his omega- is leaning as far away as he can, but his back is pressed against the wall with nowhere else to go. It takes three seconds to get from the bar to where they are, just in time for the alpha to reach a hand up Yamaguchi’s skirt and promptly get punched in the jaw by Yamaguchi. Immediately the area around them clears around them so Kei can step in between them. 

“You bit-” 

The alpha goes to punch back, but freezes when he sees Kei standing there. “You’d really punch an omega that just hit you so hard you had those cartoon birds flying around your head? That’s kind of pathetic, man.” 

“Who are you, this little slut’s babysitter? Why don’t you tell ‘im to-” 

“I’d stop right there, or I’ll let him loose on you again. Do you want an omega to knock you out?” 

The alpha growls, but he backs off, flicking them off once more before he disappears into the crowd. Kei turns to Yamaguchi as the people immediately around them dissolve back into the club mentality, ignoring the two as soon as the drama is over. When Kei turns around, Yamaguchi’s fist is still clenched, skirt ridden up just the slightest, and he’s shaking. 

“Yamaguchi, let’s go.” 

“What? I- I’m fine, Tsukki. Let’s just go find the others,” 

“I just left them, I was coming to find you anyway.” 

“But I wanna stay,” 

“And get groped by some stranger again? I don’t think so.” Kei says. 

Yamaguchi huffs. “Come on Tsukki, please? I barely have a buzz, I-” 

“And if you get any drunker, you’re gonna get taken advantage of by some random alpha.” 

“And what if I want that?” 

“I- What?” Kei’s eyes narrow and he glares at Yamaguchi, stepping closer to him. “You’re okay with just anyone taking you home? What if one of them marks you? What if they get you pregnant?” 

Yamaguchi crosses his arms and glares right back. “And what if they do? It’s not like you are.” 

Something in Kei snaps then, and he growls, taking Yamaguchi by the wrist and pulling him against his chest. He isn’t one to use his alpha status above an omega, but he can’t help himself as he commands Yamaguchi with his alpha voice, “We’re leaving. Now.” 

Yamaguchi doesn’t protest as Kei drags him out of the club, and Kei ignores the whoops and hollers from a drunk Bokuto and Kuroo, both of whom are trying to reign in a drunk Hinata before he climbs onto the bar and shows all of Sendai the dance moves he’d learned in Brazil. Once out of the club, his senses sharpen and he feels a bit better, but anger still boils in his chest as he drags Yamaguchi down the street and to the closest train station. After swiping their metro cards he takes Yamaguchi and pins him against the wall, kissing him roughly while they wait for their train. 

“Is this what you wanted? Attention from me? Is that why you wore this little number and went off and almost got yourself groped in the club by whoever you could get to touch you so I would get jealous?” 

“M- Maybe,” Yamaguchi murmurs against Kei’s lips, gasping when Kei’s knee slips between his thighs, arms hiding him from the rest of the underground station. “I was tired of your fucking pretending like there isn’t something between us, so I figured I’d give you a push. Is that so wrong?” 

“It is when my omega is backed into a corner with a hand up his skirt by someone that’s not me.” 

“So you admit I’m yours?” 

“Of fucking course you are! When have you ever not been?” Yamaguchi swallows thickly, his wide-eyed gaze looking at Kei like he hung the goddamn moon, and Kei growls. “As soon as we get back to my place I’m fucking you so goddamn hard and you’re getting a bond mark right,” he nips at the junction of Yamaguchi’s neck and shoulder, “There. Understand? No one is going to mistake you for single after this.” 

“Y- Yes, alpha.” 

“That’s what I like to hear.” They continue to kiss while they wait, and once again when their train arrives. Once they reach their stop, Kei’s hand once again finds Yamaguchi’s wrist and he pulls him along, feeling a little guilty when he sees it’s bright red from being grabbed so roughly; it’ll definitely bruise before the night is over. He doesn’t have time to feel guilty, however, because Yamaguchi’s hand slips into Kei’s front pants pocket and pulls his keys out of it, unlocking his apartment and pushing him inside. Kei grins, pulling Yamaguchi by his collar into a kiss as they scramble to take their shoes off while still kissing. “Feisty now, huh?” 

“Just impatient. I’ve been waiting for this moment since we were seventeen.” 

Kei groans against Tadashi’s lips. “You mean I could’ve been fucking you since second year? That was six years ago,” 

“I didn’t think you liked me back until, like, six months ago Tsukki! And I thought you would make the first move, since you’re an alpha.” 

“You know I’m just as stubborn as you, did you really think I’d give up my pride and confess?” 

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re stupid. Now are you going to claim me or not?” 

“You don’t have to ask twice,” Now out of their shoes, Kei lifts Tadashi and carries him down the hall to his bedroom. He has half the mind to fuck him right on the floor in the genkan, but he at least has the sense to make sure Yamaguchi is comfortable while he fucks his brains out. Once in his bedroom, he drops Yamaguchi on the bed, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Yamaguchi pulls away just the slightest to pull his top off, wiggling out of his skirt while Kei shucks off his own shirt and begins undoing the buttons on his slacks. He growls when he sees Yamaguchi’s nearly naked form underneath him, the light pink boxer briefs damp and tenting his dick. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, you know that?” 

“That’s coming from you? You’re a literal god, Kei.” 

Something about Yamaguchi calling him by his given name screams to the primal side inside of Kei. Nipping at his lips, Kei’s hands find Yamaguchi’s hips and pulls them flush against his. “You’re so fucking hot. I’m going to make sure the only think you can say is my name.” 

“Yes, please.” Yamaguchi whispers. Resisting the urge to rip Yamaguchi’s underwear, he slides it off as quickly and as gracelessly as possible, losing his cool immediately when the scent of slick unhidden by clothing hits his nose. He pulls away to get a good look at Yamaguchi totally naked, now, and he growls. 

“You’re dripping. Have you been slicked up the whole way home, or did I just work you up in the few minutes we’ve been back home?” 

“Th- The first option,” 

"Well I’m going to treat you so good, don’t you worry. I know I could probably slip right in with how wet you are right now, but I’m gonna prep you, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

One of Kei’s hands spreads Yamaguchi’s thighs, the other moving to tease at his rim. Yamaguchi whines, his knees trying to close, and Kei nips at his jaw, keeping his legs spread with a firm grip. “Don’t hide yourself. I’m going to be seeing a while lot of you, so there’s no point in being shy.” 

Whimpering, Tadashi nods slowly, and relaxes somewhat as Kei slips two fingers inside of his hole. Kei’s fingers are long and slim, and slip inside easily, slick coating them immediately. He probably didn’t even need to prepare the omega, because he’s reacting so well to Kei’s touch and opening up with little prodding; his little cock sits rock-hard and dripping, untouched, and Kei’s own cock twitches at the sight of the man in front of him. Yamaguchi gasps when Kei’s fingers shift inside of him and Kei grins, dragging his fingers over the same spot. He revels in the way Yamaguchi moans and whines, rolling his hips to get more stimulation. 

“Fuck, Kei...N- Need you, now. Please. Please,” 

Suddenly Kei’s confidence wanes and he hesitates, looking down at Yamaguchi. “I don’t want to hurt you, Tadashi.” 

Yamaguchi groans. “I can take it, Tsukki. Come on, fuck me.” 

“Right. Right, I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to claim you. Got it?” 

“Got it.” 

Kei slides his fingers out of Yamaguchi’s hole, positioning his member and pushing inside. As soon as the tip slips in he groans, pleasure overtaking him as he bottoms out with one quick thrust that brings out a loud cry from the omega underneath him. He growls, connecting their lips once more, as he fucks into Yamaguchi roughly. His hands wander Yamaguchi’s body, the omega reacting to his touch so well, his back arching off the bed. Kei sucks in every little sound, every little tightening around his cock, quickly losing control of himself. 

“Fuck, Tadashi...You’re mine. I’m not going to let anyone touch you ever again, you’re mine and only mine, you understand?” 

Yamaguchi keens, a shiver running down his spine, and nods. His hands, tangled in Kei’s hair, grips tighter with every thrust. 

“If any other alpha even looks at you after this, I’m gonna fucking kill him.” 

“Possessive of me already? You haven’t even- hn, you haven’t even marked me yet.” 

“If you want to rush me, Tadashi, I can gladly make you cum faster, but I quite like this pace more,” Kei growls, thrusting harder, and he hears Yamaguchi’s breath hitch. 

“F- Fuck, please, Kei, faster. Please. ‘m so close, so ready, plea-” Yamaguchi gasps, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and Kei grins. He nips at Yamaguchi’s neck, right where he’s preparing to mark him, and reaches a hand down to stroke Yamaguchi’s dick. Yamaguchi reacts to the touch with a shout that will more than likely get Kei a noise complaint from his neighbors, but he doesn’t care one bit. Kei’s own orgasm builds closer and closer as he continues fucking into Yamaguchi ruthlessly, and he knows Yamaguchi is close by how much he starts to tighten around his cock. 

“Tadashi...Tadashi, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby,” He pants, “You’re going to be full of my pups soon enough. I’m going to claim you and get you pregnant as soon as possible, so everyone knows you’re mine. You’re mine, hear that? Mine.” 

“Fuck, Kei..! Please, please, ‘m coming, claim me alpha, ple- agh!” 

Kei wastes no time in biting down on the junction of Yamaguchi’s neck and shoulder, claiming the omega as he comes. As his teeth sink into flesh, Kei’s own orgasm spills inside of Yamaguchi and he thrusts one final time as his knot swells and locks them together. An indescribable pleasure washes over him as he feels the mating bond form between them. Once they’ve both finished, Kei collapses on top of Yamaguchi, both of them panting breathlessly. 

In the morning, Kei will likely be embarrassed about letting his inner alpha out like this, but for now, he allows himself to feel the bliss of a fresh bond with the man he loves. 

[sunaswife]

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

🔪: sorry this chapter is so shitty

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

⚠️: smut included in this chapter

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter Fourteen

“How much money did you give to Kita?” You asked, he looked at you for a brief moment before looking back at the road. “Enough for the food he gave us. Kita works hard to harvest and plant rice. He deserves to get paid at least something.” He replied and you slowly nodded your head in understanding. Chewy’s head popped up between you two and you rubbed under his chin with your free hand. Chewy’s tail wagged and he turned back around to join the kids.

The rest of the week was slightly better, Karin was still hesitant around you but you tried acting civilized the best you could. There was no more comments and she was grateful you changed the oil of her car and fixed her brakes. She also smacked Rin for being useless and not knowing how to do that but you waved it off and said that your older cousin showed you how to do it since you were alone at the time.

Now your little trip has ended and you have a a few more hours to go. You’ve allowed the kids to pick their songs during the journey but you desperately wanted to vibe with blink-182 and other classics. After a pit stop for a potty break for chewy and the kids you began your journey again. Once the beginning of I Miss You came on your kids whined, “But we wanted the moana soundtrack.” Akira whined. “You’ve chosen long enough, let us pick a few songs and then you can pick again.” You turned and they nodded with a small pout.

“Hello there the angel from my nightmare—“ you started off and Rin smiled softly. You’ve sang this song many times before when you both would go on dates, but your voice was always light so he could barely hear. But now you were more confident in your voice that you didn’t have a need to sing lightly. That’s another he loves about the new you. “I miss you, I miss you—sing Rin. This was one of your favorite songs!” You encouraged.

“I’m not gonna sing.” He immediately shook his head, “Come on don’t be a party pooper.” You shook his shoulder and asked again. “No I’m not gonna sing with yo—where are you, and I’m so sorry—“ he began to sing and you giggled.

“DONT WASTE YOUR TIME ON ME YOURE ALREADY THE VOICE INSIDE MY HEAD!” You and Rintarou belted out and Rini was bopping his head. Chewy was napping and Akira sighed and patted her tiny hands on her thighs to the beat. She didn’t wanna give in and vibe with the rest of the family.

Rini smiled softly as the next classic rock song came on and you and Rin bopped your heads to the beat. He was glad to know that Rin likes listening to old rock songs like how you do. This was exactly what he wanted.

Everything was going to plan.

“Home sweet home!” Rin took a dramatic deep breath as Chewy began sniffing everything. You immediately began taking out the clothes from the luggage to wash the dirty ones. Rin made his way to his designated room and remembered that you offered up your old bedroom and used your office as your new bedroom. He objected and agreed to sleep on the couch and he even offered to share the bedroom (cheeky little shit) but you declined. When he made it to the room, the sheets were unmade and your clothes were tossed lazily in the hamper.

“Hey yn—“ he called, “Yeah?!” You replied from the living room, “We’re you using my room?” He asked and you wanted to slap yourself. You immediately stood up and made your way down the hall and almost slipped. “Yeah I’m sorry, I was just so tired so I just layed here since this bed is more comfortable then the couch and I was too lazy to pull out my couch bed—“ you began to ramble but was interrupted “yn, calm down it’s fine. I was just curious.” Rin chuckled and flicked your forehead. You rubbed your forehead with a small pout. “Out of curiosity what cologne do you use?” You asked and he turned with a smirk, “Why? Do you like the way I smell?” He asked and you squinted your eyes. “Obviously I like the smell of the cologne or else I wouldn’t be asking. The scent of the cologne lingered onto your pillows so I was able to sleep more at ease—” You bit back but stopped when you admitted your secret.

“Why didn’t you just say so? Ya know if we share a bed you can smell me all the time.” He said smoothly and you facepalmed, “Now you make it sound like I have a smell kink. I’m fine I just liked the cologne.” You said and turned around to continue washing the clothes. Rin frowned as he saw you leave, “Seriously Rin? You can smell me all the time? Your flirt game is way better then that.” Rin immediately scolded himself. After five years of not flirting with anyone, he’s lost his touch.

You made sure the uniforms for the kids were cleaned and you began making preparations for dinner. You were tired of all the traveling and you just wanted to rest, but mom duties never stop. “Hey don’t worry about dinner, I ordered takeout.” Rin leaned against the door frame. “You did?” You asked and he nodded. “From where?”

“Osamu’s.” “I knew it.” You chuckled and stretched your arms over your head. “Yeah, we definitely need to see a chiropractor.” You mumbled. “Next Tuesday when the kids are in school?” He asked, “Is this a weird way of asking me out on a date?”

“If I said date you’d say no, but it’s a...a parent hangout..day..?” He tilted his head and you patted his back. “Okay. We can go.” You nodded and he smiled. Little by little you’ll start to open up again.

Rin did a peace sign and the kids followed suit while they were in the bus. Suna nudged you and you rolled your eyes and did a peace sign too as you saw the bus drive away. You and Rin both returned home after seeing them off and you both lazily sat on the couch. “Just an FYI, I’m finally going to start training with the team. Games will be coming up soon.” Rin said and you nodded. “What division?” You asked, “Division one.”

Your eyebrows widened and you smiled, “Wow look at you rockstar, you always used to slack off and now you’re in a division one team?” You said with a light punch and he smiled. “Yeah I took it more seriously my third year and I was scouted. Before I transferred I was in division one as well.” He explained. “Oh okay. That’s sick. Which team?” You asked, “EJP.” He replied and your mouth opened with a gasp. “With Komori Motoya? He’s one of my all time favorite players!” You exclaimed and his eyes squinted. Is motoya a threat?

“Don’t even give that look, I only appreciate him as a player. Even in highschool, I wished I could have saw him in person during nationals.” You admitted. “Whatever.” He sighed and layed back with his eyes closed. “I can’t get my hopes up that we’ll ever be together. I just hope you tell me soon because I don’t wanna hold on to us if you don’t even want me.” He mumbled. You frowned slightly, yeah you kinda seem like you’re leading him on. “It’s not that I don’t ever want us to be together. I mean I’ve been waiting this whole time. Deep inside I still love you after everything that happened but I’m scared Rin.” Your voice cracked and he immediately sat up and opened his eyes to see your figure. You were hugging your knees and your eyes were watery.

He scooted a bit closer, “What are you so afraid of?” He asked as he put some hair behind your ear. “I’m scared that the past will happen again. We’ll get into a fight and I leave, I don’t want the kids to go through that. They deserve loving parents and I like this system we have, we’re friends and cool co parents. If we add romance it’ll probably ruin everything.” You began to cry, Rin stayed quiet for a bit as you let it out. “But how will we know if we don’t try? I obviously love you—“ “And I obviously love you too but—“

You were silenced when you felt warm and slightly chapped lips against your own, just like back then. Your arms reached for his face and you deepened the kiss purely on emotion. Tears still streamed down your face and you missed this, you truly did. He may have seemed so bored and deadpanned back then but in privacy and in each others company he was a perfect Prince Charming, so gentle and soft when needed. His right hand was holding the back of your head and he felt your soft hair tangle between his calloused fingers.

He missed this just as much or if not even more. Eventually you both pulled away to breath but you initiated the next kiss, and the next one and next one. It’s been so long since you’ve kissed another person let alone made out, same with Rin. He’s just as touch starved. Your cardigan slid off your shoulders and soon enough Rin’s shirt disappeared but you stopped. You rubbed your eyes slightly and looked into his eyes, “Are you sure you want to try again?” You asked and he nodded. “Of course I do.” He said as he hand rested on your cheek. You leaned into his touch and he smiled softly. “You?” He asked, you bit your bottom lip and nodded.

“Yes.”

He pulled you to him, you sat on his thighs and your arms rested on his shoulders, his lips moved to your jaw down your neck to your collarbone. His large hands reached to your waist and under your shirt but you grabbed his hands and he stopped before he could even ask for permission. “Is something wrong?” He asked, “I’m just a bit insecure..I’m not that skinny girl from back then, I have stretch marks and my boobs are a bit saggy, I have a bit of fat and I don’t want you to be disgusted.” You said lowly. “Why are you ashamed? It’s normal. Don’t you see this?” He asked and pointed to his upper arm near his arm pit. “I get stretch marks too. You’re not the only one. And who cares if you gained a little bit fat? You’re still beautiful. Your boobs are beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful. I didn’t fall for you because you were hot or athletic or anything. I began falling for you because of who you are. Not because of your appearance. Also you’re still fucking hot, my own little milf.” He smirked and kissed your lips once more. “I hate you.” You mumbled against his lips.

“You won’t hate me after this.” He replied back and grinded you over his crotch, you moaned and he sighed. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his abs and you felt all his muscle. Compared to back then he was more of a noodle but now he’s really buff.

You slid your hand down past the waist band of his gym shorts, following his happy trail. It didn’t take long for you to find his cock and Rin leaned back with his eyes closed. “You certainly feel bigger, then the last time I remembered.” You said out loud and he released a small chuckle. You finally looked down and yeah, you could definitely tell the difference. His swollen red tip was already releasing precum and your thumb grazed over, earning a whimper from Rintarou. “Someone seems a little sensitive..” you hummed. “S-shut up.” He moaned as you pumped his cock. You looked up to see his face and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Wow what a switch from back then. Remember when I was a poor little virgin and so inexperienced? You took control and look at us now. You’re so sensitive when I’ve barley done anything.” You told him. “I haven’t had sex in five years.” He defended and finally opened his eyes, his brows were scrunched and you tilted your head to the side. “I haven’t had sex either but I’ve had my fair share of mommy time when I release my stress with the help of toys.” You replied and his hips arched slightly.

He could feel himself getting close with the thought of you touching yourself and saving yourself for him and only him. Nobody else has ever touched you. You’re perfect. “S-stop I’m close.” He warned but you continued and pressed your lips behind his ear. His grip tightened on your waist and he quickly pulled your hand away. Before you knew it you fell on the floor with Rin towering over you. Your hands were trapped over your head and you pouted. “No fun, you never let me be on top.” “I suggest you shut your mouth and let me fuck you stupid.” Your eyes widened at his choice of words and his hand slowly made their way under your camisole. He pulled the shirt up and saw your delicious breasts trapped inside your bra cups. Your face flushed as you saw his eyes darken. “R-Rin..” you mumbled and he looked up. “Take off my shirt.” He obeyed and pulled you up, the camisole came off with one swift motion and he pulled you close to unclip your bra. His lips kissed your shoulder, down your collarbone and between your breasts. “Lay down.” So you did. He pulled your tights off along with your underwear and finally you were completely bare beneath him in the middle of the living room. At least Chewy was outside. “Protection?” Rin asks as he slides off his shorts. “Birth control.” You replied and he breathed a sigh a relief. “Okay cool I don’t have condoms.” He said and you chuckled. Rin slowly opened your legs and drooled at the sight of you. “So fucking pretty I swear. How do you do it? You popped out two kids and you still take my breath away.” He said and kissed you before you could answer or process what he said.

His tip slowly moved up and down your slit, you weren’t wet enough and he’d rather die then hurt you so he slowly inserted two fingers causing you to gasp against his lips. His thumb rubbed your clit while his large and very long fingers pistoned in and out of your wet cunt. The pleasure you felt and loved he poured in made your eyes watery. You just love Rintarou so much. “Don’t cry love, am I hurting you?” He slowly stopped. “N-no, I just love you so much. Fuck I love you with my whole heart.” You said and he chuckled and increased his pace with his fingers, he saw your eyes clench and how your covered your mouth. He immediately pulled your hand away and you couldn’t help but cum when he told you to cum. “I love you so much that porn doesn’t work for me anymore. I always imagined you in order to get off.” He replied. “Always thinking with your cock.” “You love this cock.” “Hmm those toys I have are pretty nic—fuck .”

He bottomed out without going in slowly causing you to grip his upper arms. “Jerk—just cause you’re salty doesn’t give you a reason to treat me like a rag doll.” You looked down between your bodies where you both connected. “But you’ve been teasing me and need a punishment. Handle it like a good girl yeah?” He asked as he pulled out and slammed back in earning a loud moan from you. In all honesty he felt better then any toy you’ve used. People say missionary is overrated but they’re probably not doing it right. He left bruises down your neck and with each thrust his grip tightened on your waist. The rug beneath was hurting your back and you managed to flip Rin over, leaving him speechless. You slowly sat on his cock and he stayed silent watching you on top. You raised your hips and went back down, you leaned your head back as you slowly found a rythem and began bouncing on Rin’s cock.

Rin loved the view of you holding your breasts and squeezing them together while you bounced. Your little moans and whimpers will always be his favorite sound and it didn’t take long for him to grip your upper thighs and thrust himself up leaving you speechless (literally). Soon enough you both came and chewy was crying and scratching the outside of the sliding door so he can come inside. Rin held your limp body in his arms and helped you in the tub. Warm water surrounded you and Rin left to do something and after a good five minutes he came back. He slid in the tub behind you and immediately wrapped his arms around you. “I’m happy I can do this with you.” He spoke softly, “Me too...I’m sure the kids will be happy.” You leaned your head back on his shoulder and looked up. “Yeah, it’s pretty obvious what they were doing.” Rin said and you both chuckled. “They’re our little matchmakers.” You hummed and Rin nodded. You both heard Chewy barking and assumed it was just the mailman outside but all of a sudden the door of the bathroom flung open and there Hana and Jamie were looking at you both with such shocked expressions. You eyes widened when they gasped and Rin covered yourself with his arms. “I-I can explain—“ “FINALLY!” Jamie yelled but Hana rubbed her temples. “Is this just casual or a serious thing?” She asked, “Serious thing.” Rin spoke up and she nodded. “Um....I’ll go make some snacks since the kids should be coming home soon and we need to talk.” Hana said awkwardly and reached to close the door. You could both hear Jamie rant about how happy she was that you both were together. “Well that was awkward..” Rin said and you laughed, “Yeah they’re like that..” you said as you both began to properly wash yourselves. When both you and Rin changed and did an awkward walk of shame to the living room. The couple was waiting for you. You both sat on the couch and waited for what Jamie was about to say. Chewy jumped on the couch and rested his head on your thighs, “First off, I apologize for the intrusion. You weren’t answering your calls or texts so we immediately got worried and came over. And second, Rintarou if you break her heart I will break your face. Try to hurt her and I’ll get the best lawyers of Japan to go against you, okay?” She said. Rin gulped and nodded, “Yeah I get that..” he spoke up, “And third, I’m going to the US for about a month.” Hana said and you tilted your head confused, “But Jamie’s due date is soon.. you won’t be here when she goes into labor.” You said, “I know but...my next client is picky and important. I wanted to stay but even Jamie is pushing me to go.” “I just want an autograph. Our baby can wait till you come back.” Jamie said and you tried not to laugh. It was an obvious Jamie thing to say. “That being said, I don’t want her being left alone. We have midwives but they can’t be with her 24/7.” She said. “She’s more then welcomed to stay here, I’ll help her with whatever I can.” You said and then turned, “Sorry I forget it’s not just my home anymore. What do you think Rin?”

“It shouldn’t even be a question. I’m sure this is a scary thing and I’ll help too. Plus it’ll be good practice for when yn gets pregnant .” Rin sighed and wrapped his arm over your shoulder but you elbowed his stomach. He winced and the girls couldn’t help but laugh. “So it’s settled?” Hana asked, “Of course!” You smiled.

“I leave tomorrow.”

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Deja Vu

I spent some time thinking about Remus having the superpower to see the future and this happened, whoops. Might write more if I get some free time.

Summary: Remus sees the future and it often involves Roman’s death.

Words: 2284

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TW: Death, attempted murder, not being believed/listened to, unhealthy sibling relationships,

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Remus is eight and only eleven minutes younger than Roman the first time he sees his brother get run over by a car.

He’s eight and only eleven minutes younger than Roman and its the middle of the day in summer and Roman has on bright red sneakers that match his favorite jacket. They’re on their front lawn because Mom said they were being too loud and they can’t decide on a game to play because Roman wants to play Wizards and Knights and Remus wants to play Escape from Monkey Island. Roman calls him a name, a mean one, a childish, dumb, cruel one that would mean nothing in a year, a month, a week, a minute. Remus picks up the ball by his knees and throws it as far as he can, because he doesn’t want to be the wizard who fights the knights again.

The ball hits the ground, bounces twice and drops off the curb right into the street.

And the teenager driving the silver sedan is going twenty over the speed limit because they still believe nothing bad can ever happen to them.

Remus is eight and only eleven minutes younger than Roman.

Roman is on the ground and not moving and not breathing. 

The silver sedan screeches to a stop ten feet past, ten feet too late, ten feet. And everyone is screaming: The teenager who just ran over Roman, the neighbor who had been mowing their lawn, Mom who came sprinting from the house. 

And then Remus is eight and only ten minutes younger than Roman because Roman is dead in the middle of the road. 

That’s the first time.

When he blinks, the vision is gone and Roman is in front of him calling him a mean, childish name and Remus has the ball in his hand ready to throw and a grey sedan is turning down their street going far too fast--

And Remus stumbles back and falls off his feet. His butt hits the ground hard and before he even knows what he's doing he's sobbing.

Roman twiddles over him with a bunch dumb, stupid apologies because he thinks that Remus is crying over name calling.

Not because he saw himself throw a ball towards the road and Roman died, or he threw it softer and Roman was quick enough that he survived to hear the ambulance arrive but not to make it to the hospital, or he threw it towards the house and it broke a window and Remus got grounded, or he threw it at Roman and it left a bright red mark that Remus got sent to his room for, or he dropped it and it fell in the gutter and Roman didn't talk to him for a week--

And Remus doesn't know how to explain it to anyone. He doesn't stop sobbing until Roman is grounded for making him cry and he's bundled under a mountain of blankets with Mom right next to him holding him tightly and whispering softly in his hair. When Dad comes home and joins the hug, he asks Mom what happened and she can’t answer any better than Remus can.

They talk about keeping an eye on him, about doctors, and therapy and the words quite literally go over his head. Every time that Remus closes his eyes sees the bumper of the grey sedan, and his head echoes with the sound of his brother’s body hitting the ground again and again and again.

He’s eight and only eleven minutes younger than Roman when he first sees his brother die. 

There’s no explanation for it. No reason why. But it happens again and again and again: Roman goes running around the pool and slips on the concrete turning the water red, Remus gives him a playful shove off the play set and he hits the ground just wrong enough that he never gets back up, they leave their shoes on the stairs one time too many and Remus finally knows why Mom is always so insistent that they not do that.

Mom and Dad take him to the nice doctor, who tells him these pills will help him get better.

They don’t.

Even though he wishes they would so badly. He clings to the hope that every time they change the number of pills or the amount of them or the type of them that he’ll stop seeing his brother die or get hurt or cry.

(Its not just his brother: Dad falls off the ladder while putting up Christmas lights, Mom gets scared by a spider and hits her head on the cabinets, the next door neighbor and his wife get into a fist fight, his teacher chokes on a sandwich,---)

By the time he’s ten he knows the truth: He isn’t going to get better. There are no magic pills that will save him, no amount screaming or crying or begging that will make the visions stop coming, nothing.

“Remus!” Mom cries frustrated, when he won’t let her leave for work on time because there’s ice on the deck and she’s going to fall. “You’re too old to be doing this!”

Too old to be crying about every time his family gets hurt, too old to be worried about things that can happen, might happen, won’t happen. He’s too old for anyone to believe him when he says he knows whats going to happen.

In the middle of the night, he wonders what will happen if he runs away.

And that’s when it starts: the vision of Remus in the pajamas he’s currently wearing packing his dinosaur bag with t-shirts and pants and Roman’s jacket and sneaking down the stairs only to be caught by Dad who was up for a midnight snack; the vision of him in the pajamas he’s currently wearing packing his dinosaur bag with t-shirts and pants and Roman’s jacket and struggling to get his window open, which wakes up Roman who starts crying loudly and Dad comes running; the vision of Remus packing nothing and running down the stairs to hug Dad; the vision of Remus rolling over and going back to sleep--

That’s when it starts to make sense.

Remus is ten and eleven minutes younger than Roman when he realizes he can pick and choose what vision he wants to happen of the millions of ones he can see all in his head in that instant. 

When Remus pulls Roman back before he gets scratched by the neighborhood wild cat he smiles and tells Roman, “I’ve seen it before!”

“Oh! Like Dejavu,” Roman says and Remus doesn’t correct him.

He stays closer though, watching and wondering what happens if “x”, and preventing bad things from coming to them. When the seventh grade bullies coming looking for them, Remus convinces Roman to follow him to the theater room to hang out; when there’s the pop quiz that no one studied for he memorizes the answers from the version of reality where he steals steals the smartest kids paper; when it snows Remus doesn’t shove a snowball down Roman’s back because he knows that it will cause him to get sick.

“Hey Roman!” Some kid in eighth grade says during lunch, “Wanna hang out?”

And Roman who is fourteen and only eleven minutes older than Remus grins brightly, “We’d love to!”

And Remus sees every version of how the conversation goes: Every version where that nameless senseless kid shrinks back and awkwardly admits the invitation doesn’t extend to Roman’s crazy weird brother, where Roman gets angry and mad and destroys his own reputation, where Roman falls to peer pressure and admits Remus is pretty weird---

“Nah!” Remus says before anything can actually happen, “I don’t wanna hang out! Ro, you go ahead.” (Because he’s seen ahead and knows that Roman comes back bursting with excitement and happiness and really thats all Remus has ever wanted for him, isn’t it?)

Even if the whispers through the highschool begin because of it. Remus can take a few rumors, a few snide remarks, a few isolations, to make his brother happy.

“He’s on drugs you know,” One girl says once Roman is out of earshot. Always out of earshot. “Totally crazy.”

“The way he looks at everyone is creepy.”

“Sometimes he acts like he already knows what people are gonna say and its annoying.”

Remus never felt the need to experiment with his power that much. 

“Just leave me alone, Remus!” Roman yells when they are seventeen years old and only eleven minutes apart.

“I’m not gonna let you go to that party!” Remus yells back.

“You don’t control me!”

“You’re going to do something stupid!” Remus snaps back, “You’re going to get drunk, and then drugged and then--”

“I’m not gonna get drunk! I’m not even gonna drink!” Roman throws back.

“Yes you are!” Remus snarls because he’s seen it time and time again, the way that Roman loves attention the way that he becomes pliable the second an older boy looks at him and compliments his hair and the second he’s convinced to have just one drink. Remus has seen the way his own knuckles look bruised and broken against the skin of those college kids that had looked so cool, the way that metal handcuffs feel as he’s loaded into the back of a police car with the sounds of two ambulance sirens wailing over the music.

He’s seen this, seen the way it ends if Roman goes to the party with or without Remus.

He’s always been able to see the way it goes.

“Shut up!” Roman yells.

And that--- that is not what he’s supposed to say.

“Shut up, Remus!” Roman yells, again. “You’re just mad because I got invited and you didn’t! I’m sorry I have friends, Remus! I’m sorry they like me more than you! Maybe if you weren’t such a freak you would have been invited too!”

Remus doesn’t know what to say. It feels a lot like he was shoved on stage without being told what show they’re preforming.

Roman shoves by him, which is not something that Remus saw him do in any of the visions. Why hadn’t he seen this version of the future? Why wasn’t this going as expected?

“Roman--”

Roman whips around to face him, and his red in the face, bursting with angry and emotions and Remus feels himself get angry too. 

“I don’t need you!” Roman spits like hellfire is in his veins.

“Yes you do!” Remus shouts back, because he can’t even count the number of times that Roman almost got hurt this week. There’s a terrible taste in the back of his throat, like fresh squeezed limes and hot sauce that makes his head pound. It makes him want to laugh, want to cry, want to pick something up and throw it, but his future visions are all messed up and nothing works--

“You can’t see the future, Remus!” Roman says and it sounds like he’s wanted to say it for a long time.

Remus is seventeen years old and only eleven minutes younger than Roman, when oh. 

When he realizes that he’s far too old to cry over watching Roman die, far too weird to get any friends at school, far too much to keep having Roman believe him when he says anything.

It’s Deja Vu. Its Coincidence. Its a trick and a joke and nothing more than that.

Oh.

Roman doesn’t know a single thing about him, doesn’t know how much time Remus put into making sure everything great happens for him, doesn’t know how much of himself Remus gave up for Roman to be happy. He doesn’t know, doesn’t want to know.

And Remus, with his blood boiling because Roman was his brother and clearly he didn’t feel as strongly about Remus as Remus felt about him, wonders what would happen if he punched Roman in the jaw--

They end up fighting on the floor in the hall between their rooms, Mom and Dad come running and Remus gets grounded while Roman gets to go out to the party with a black eye.

--if he shoved Roman down the stairs--

Roman screams as his arm breaks and he spends the night in the ER, Remus is grounded and Roman stops talking to him for a very long time.

--if he grabbed the snowglobe on Roman’s desk and slammed it into Roman’s head--

He topples to the ground, screaming glass and silver sparkles shatter all around them like pretty little snowflakes, Mom and Dad come running and the screaming doesn’t stop.

--if he fit his hands around Roman’s neck and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed--

Roman claws at Roman’s hands, but he’s too off balance, too surprised, too unprepared. He gasps for air and it takes longer in the real life than it does in the movies for Roman’s pretty brown eyes to roll back in his head and his pulse to flutter to a stop and Remus keeps hold him for three minutes more before he lets go and Roman is… Roman was… suddenly there’s only ten minutes between them, nine, eight.

Remus digs his nails into the doorframe of Roman’s room. He laughs.

“Fine,” Remus chokes on his laughter, his mouth tasting like his own stomach acid. “Fine, go to the party, Ro. I’m done caring.”

“Good!” Roman yells.

The door slams in Remus’s face and he can’t stop laughing about it. He drags his fingers through his hair and laughs all the way to his room, gasping for breath as he empties his backpack of school work and notebooks and everything. 

Remus is seventeen. 

And he runs away from home.

(Part two)

[jazajas]

okay so i finished love, victor a while ago and i saw some other reviews and thoughts about it here so now i've got a pretty good list on my thoughts and feelings.

tl;dr: it has some issues, yes, but im gonna hold out and hope it gets better later on because the same thing happened with the first few eps, i wasn't that into it but then it got good, and nothing is ever great with the first season, because at that point we're getting used to those characters.

⚠️caution: spoilers ahead (im on mobile, i cant get an under-the-cut)⚠️

1. while a leah on the offbeat movie would have been amazing movie sequel (even tho i havent read the book yet, im just here for the wlw content) i am kind of glad we got this instead. mostly because I've seen book series where one movie was good, so they decide to do the rest, turn out bad (hunger games? divergent? percy jackson? the hobbit?) because so much was cut from the book-to-first movie writing, that other scenes wouldn't make sense to future movies if they had those in while cutting others. however, i am sad that i didn't get to make the choice of deciding whether what was cut was wrong etc. about future movies, but i'll take what i can get.

2. LGBTQ+ POC as a lead! that's amazing! as a ace/bi lantina that's close to home (it also is great that victor's from texas and so is ya gorl) and even then it's a mixed latinx family! i think pilar mentioned that at least the grandmother left Colombia and i saw the Puerto Rican flag in victor's room. also the salazar's are definitely from small town texas, even without knowing the name. (church barbeques, the use of the words "such a diverse city" in regards to atlanta)

3. a lack of actual lgbtq+ main storylines (so far) is kind of sad for a show like this. i was getting serious bi/pan vibes (as a lot of other people) from victor from the beginning, and when it was implied that victor was actually gay (while great, not shaming) as it has been brought to my attention, there was a lot of looking at a lot of straight relationship problems (please let us know more about benji)- edit 6/18: upon further consideration, it very much is a show about questioning your sexuality, I'm speaking about the other straight relationship issues, not mia and Victor's, its just the first season.

4. let us talk about cheating for a sec. never okay, in any circumstance. i feel sorry for mia that she saw victor making out with benji and the fact that he was doing any of that in the first place. victor made a choice to lie about the espresso machine and then kissed benji at the hotel and then when benji was fighting with derek, basically confessed his love and mistakes, then proceeded to makeout with benji after he broke up with derek, he built that grave and now he must lie in it. i get having feelings for a guy when you are in a relationship with a girl, and not accepting yourself enough to end that relationship but you really want it to work so you can be "normal". really, he should have told mia after he got back from the trip tho. i get being in highschool and doing stupid stuff and making dumb decisions, but for a show aimed at teens i think we should also remind said teens to make good choices even if we have to lose some realism within the character choices.

4. pilar and her decisions based off her brother pissed me off. because i honestly think that if she'd kept her mouth shut about what she knew or confronted victor about it in the first place we could have avoided a LOT of mess. did she not learn from snooping around her mother's business about her relationships that going behind a person's back doesnt end well? i did, however, like the pilar/felix friendship and was really kind of hoping that they'd get together during their coffee hangout (although now im glad that didn't happen) because they had a deeper understanding of each other. same with wendy/felix, although they do seem to much alike to work out in the long run but i still feel bad for wendy.

5. i don't know how i feel about lake and andrew, as people separate from each other. both seem to be the way they are from their upbringing (not confirmed why andrew is such an ass, but if his comment about his dad is anything to go by i bet it's got something to do with attention) but andrew seems to be less, idk, superficial? like he turned down mia because he didn't want to be a rebound, he didn't out victor, he actually stood up to early teasing the other dudes in the lockerroom were doing at victor (with teasing of his own obviously but that interaction had him on my nice list until much later). lake? lake. i honestly don't have an opinion of her? not really. i mean after hanging out with pilar i was hoping felix wouldn't go back to lake. is her name laken? i feel like her full name is laken. but they also played the "im only like this because my mom is really superficial about stuff and i do like the geeky nice guy but appearances" to "actually screw the norms im gonna makeout with him infront of the whole student body". i honestly thought she was gonna be bi because she kept hitting on mia when she was helping set up for her "date" and "big night" and there was one point where i saw her face fall at something mia said in relation to her and idk i was hoping she'd be bi (i figured early on that victor/mia wasnt gonna work and was like "oh mia/lake would be cute" but now idk.

6. okay on to the "big night", i have one word. NO. i didn't like the peer pressure into having sex. i agreed with felix when he said "your body your choice" but im also disappointed that victor made out with mia and when lake was talking to felix after victor left he didn't try to stand up for victor.

7. on to age gaps because i hadn't really thought of this at first. we'll start with benji/derek: WHAT GRADE IS BENJI?! because that determines my thoughts. if he's a sophomore that meant that he and Derek started dating benji's freshman year and thats eugh, don't do that, don't care if its a gay couple that shouldn't be happening because the maturity of the two characters is DRASTICALLY different (this is also a reason i am not a fan of cmbyn) but that would explain why they were so rocky. hoping the event at the gay bar was open to anyone not just for drinking, but not liking that fact that not one of the adults with victor were like: hey, this is a 16 year old, that's kind of wack when that dude was hitting on victor. that made me question some stuff. although i figure it might be making up for the lack of a gay bar scene in love, simon. but even then, in svthsa it's a restaurant with a bar that some people go to just to drink at, it wasn't just a bar, simon could be there but should NOT have accepted drinks from college kids, not matter how attractive.

8. i loved how bram and simon and their friends helped victor out though. i like how bram was like: hey i know my friends are a lot so here's a gay basketball league becaue there's no one way to be gay. i like how Simon talked about needing help himself just to help victor and how he said his friends were cool with it because it's a community. i like of justin(?) mentioned how being what his parents wanted was putting on a mask and pretending, not him doing drag. my favorite lines from that ep are: "and before you ask my pronouns are they/them/theirs" "'they're all gay? even that guy? he's like [insert really tall number]' 'yeah. you should see him in heels'" "or in simon's case: really unathletic" "and also because bram said that if i wore [the jean jacket] one more time he'd burn it". also katya was there. and the group hug too!

9. the back hand homophobia in relation to family is sad, but realistic and i sincerely hope his parents are kind enough not to be too harsh on victor because of it. anything they say that isn't positive or supportive of victor is bad but i hope they realize that there is more to him than that and that they can come to terms with it because it's not always that hard to be a part of that community and super religious. i am biromantic and catholic. and while there are some things i wont agree on my mom with, i know that it's more of a strike against God for kicking out gay kids from families than it is to be gay, because those parents were given trust by GOD to love those kids no matter what, and be good parents. so in the end, the parents are wrong and harmful and in the case of christians against jesus's teachings to love everyone.

10. this is fan speculation but dont think simon/bram are going through a rough patch? i honestly think it'd be a little cruel to the characters to have on of their actors be producing but then not have that relationship stay. and while it's not set in stone and obviously things happen in the real world, we have no proof script wise about there being a rift. all we have are bad photoshopped ig photos and scenes where two characters are never standing next to each other probably beccaue schedules never link up correctly for minor characters. who knows, maybe nick robinson was filming for a movie where is does have an even more major role than victor's gay guru in a series about victor so his filming time was around that. im gonna keep hope that things are okay.

11. that being said: we need more mainstream wlw content, because someone said it earlier and it really does seem to be catering to straight girls. i'll admit i did freak out when benji played call me maybe which is something i associated with him and victor but then kissed a guy because who wouldn't? we get that serenade and sweetness and then it'a ripped from us. but i did mellow out. if i flipped later it was because victor was making dumb decisions and i had to give myself a moment of compsure before i continued.

in the end, i'd say that there is a lot of growth this series needs to go through, but i also know that some people just aren't going to like it and i get that. but i also know that sometimes the best of stories have rocky starts, nothing is ever perfect from the beginning. and besides, further seasons are on hold until we figure out this covid thing, which means that you bet they're gonna be looking at our feedback. they saw what we thought before, they can do it again

i really did like it but we need more ACTUAL lgbtq+ relationship stuff from this series and better decisions on what we are teaching the younger generations, as well as what we want to focus on and realism within characters. i'm giving it an 8/10, because there is always room for growth and i really hope we get better things out of this than what we have been given in season 2.

edit: someone mentioned it really seeming like it was meant for Disney+ and i felt that. also to anyone who reaches the tags agter reading ALL OF THIS: i am sorry

[telehxhtrash]

Tele, I raise you HIGHSCHOOL AU + KISSING BOOTH + PRACTICE KISSING.

Ysabel I am going to pass out because of how much i adore this idea. I. I'm in love. This is it. I'm an absolute SUCKER for dumb rom-com clichés and you managed to put 3 of those in the same thing and i- it's perfect. honestly i dont even have WORDS fjdngjkdngjk it's so PERFECT IT WOULD WORK SO WELL OMFG SO LIKE this is how i imagine itd go (buckle up it's gonna be the most cliché thing you've ever read - and also probably extremely badly written but pls bear with me)

• Gon is ofc the extremely popular kid, in every sports club he could ever possibly join, extremely athletic and very kind to everyone and loveable - basically everyone is in love with him.

• Killua is the rich (ok remember that he's rich pls it's important), smart kid who mostly keeps to himself and pretty much scares people away because he's always sarcastic/doesn't want to be bothered.

And of course, they've been best friends since forever. They grew up together, always do everything together, hang out everyday.... And it's because they're so different that it works. They both allow each other to shine brighter.

Prom is pretty close, and all the excitement surrounding it totally flies over Killua's head because he's never been and will NEVER go, thank you very much. The mere thought of being in the same room as thousands of horny teenagers is enough to make him want to puke.

But Gon, sweet, adorable, peppy Gon, runs full speed at Killua down the hallway the SECOND he hears about prom, like he's been doing for the past 3 years.

"Gon I swear to god if you ask me to go to prom again after i told you a thousand times that i will NEVER go i will-"

"Mh-mh Killua ! That's not it ! I had a brilliant idea on how to fund prom this year !!" that sentence and Gon's wide grin and the glint of mischief in his eyes make Killua very scared of what's coming next...

"A kissing booth !! I'm gonna set up a kissing booth !" hold on- WHAT??

Gon can't set up a kissing booth - Gon has never kissed anyone in his life, he told Killua so himself a few weeks ago, and now he wants to set up a kissing booth where, knowing his popularity, he'll probably kiss hundreds of people??? Just the thought of it makes Killua's stomach drop - Gon's first kiss wouldn't be with him. Of course it wouldn't. Just because they did everything together didn't mean Gon wanted to do those things with him. Holding hands. Going on dates. Kissing. Who was he kidding.

But Gon looks embarassed, putting his hand on his neck and looking down at the ground, but why would he be, he has no filter and-

"But Killua... I've never kissed anyone remember... W-What if I kiss the first person and I do terribly bad and then no one will come and I will be the reason why prom is cancelled and then everybody will hate me and all of this because i can't kiss and i-"

"I mean, we could practice." Killua finds himself interrupting, and Gon looks up at him, looking extremely shocked.

"...I-If you want of course ! I'm your best friend, it doesn't bother me" Killua feigns nonchalance.

But Gon's shocked expression turns into one an excited puppy would make. "REALLY KILLUA ?? You'd do that for me??" and Killua tries to keep his cool and just replies with a "yeah, yeah, no big deal".

So they decide to meet up at Gon's place the same day, after school. Killua has homework but for once, he'll let it slide. 

Killua is a nervous mess when he sits on Gon's bed, not knowing what to do with his hands and his palms are so sweaty, he feels like he's gonna pass out any second - 

"So, are you still okay with this Killua? We don't have to if you don't want to !!" "N-no it's nothing, idiot ! I'm the one that offered to help you out. Don't worry about it." 

It feels like Killua's face is gonna fall off because it feels so red.

Gon sits next to him, and Killua turns his head around to get a good look at his face and oh- his eyes are sparkling, his face is getting closer to his, and it's only when their lips are so close together that he can feel his breath on his lips that Gon whispers:

"Can I kiss you, Killua?"

And Killua crosses the distance between their lips, letting himself completely fall.

The first kiss is chaste, just a quick peck on the lips. The second is a bit more experimental, a bit longer but also a lot more teethy - but it's no secret that Gon has always been eager and impatient. Their third kiss makes Killua's heart jump to his throat, because Gon's tongue is in his mouth and it's messy and way too overwhelming, but Killua feels like he could die on the spot because this is everything he's ever wanted. To kiss Gon.

During the few weeks that preceded the Kissing Booth Event, Killua and Gon made a habit of going to Gon's house to "practice" and "make sure he doesn't get rusty" as Gon said. Not that Killua minded.

The day of the Kissing Booth event, Killua, fueled by a sudden strike of courage, decides to wake up as early as possible to be the first one in line at the kissing booth. I mean, he's the one who helped Gon get as good at kissing as he is right now, it's only fair to pluck the fruits of his labor, right ? And it's only fair compensation for the amount of homework Killua missed because he was too busy kissing Gon and thinking about Gon's lips and how soft they felt against his and how good it feels to be able to put his fingers in his hair to drag him closer -

So yeah, Killua was definitely going to be the first one there. He'll fight anyone who tries to steal his spot. But luckily, it seems no one comes here before him, but seeing Gon looking so adorable setting up his little booth makes Killua want to run away as fast as possible because he was so, so stupid - gon was just practicing with him there was no way he would ever want to kiss him for real, he'd probably say something like "I'm sorry Killua, I can't be seen kissing you in public, it's kind of embarassing you know...." and UGH why was Killua such a dumb idiot-

But Gon flashes his brightest smile at Killua and yells so enthusiastically his name that Killua forgets all thoughts and decides to just get this over with. He can do this ! 

As Killua walks towards Gon, Gon just says with a snarky smile "Killua ! Are you here to see if all our practice paid off ?" Killua can only mumble "Shut up idiot.", before sliding 100 jennies on the booth with shaking hands because he feels like he might just die this instant.

It's only when he feels Gon's finger touch his chin and slowly lift his head up that he realizes just in what situation he's in, but Gon's eyes look so bright and warm and they make him feel so calm, that when Gon presses his lips onto Killua's for a chaste kiss, Killua just lets himself melt into the kiss.

When they break apart, Killua is so dazed and at loss for words, but still manages to reach into his wallet for 100 more jennies, putting them on the booth slowly, while still staring into Gon's eyes in complete silence.

And Gon obliges, going in for another kiss, smiling against Killua's lips.

On his 5th kiss, Killua starts to realize that there is ambiant noise surrounding them now, and people are waiting in line and starting to get impatient. Oh god, he can't believe what he's about to do. 

He digs into his wallet and puts 50 000 jennies in front of Gon, and barely manages to spit out any coherent words but he still tries : "W-would that be enough to buy all the kisses you have available?"

And Gon just lets out the most open, beautiful laugh Killua has ever heard. He leans in slowly and says, voice barely above a whisper 

"If you wanted to kiss me you could've just said so, Killua. I can give you a discount." 

And the next thing Killua knows, Gon's lips are on his again, but this time it feels different - it feels more eager, like Gon is claiming him, like Gon has been waiting for this. And when they break apart, Gon grabs Killua's hand, looks at the people waiting in line, flashes his best smile and says: "Sorry guys, but we reached the goal for prom, we're all out of kisses ! I would tell you to come back later but I think we got a very persistent customer here who wants to have a monopoly on all my kisses, sorry !"

Killua just wants to melt into the ground because how can someone be so embarassing!!! He's truly trying to kill him !! But Gon's hand lets go of his to rest on his cheek, slowly dragging Killua's lips towards his once again.

And Killua can't help but think : best. purchase. ever.

omg HONESTLY if anyone who has better writing skills than me wants to have a go with this trope i beg of you go ahead i will give my life away to see this highschool kissing booth + kissing practice AU come to life, i would do ANYTHINGGGG to read a proper fic about this HAHAHAH 

thank you so much for blessing my day with this ask ily ♥♥

[iwillwalk500miles]

Your writing is the absolute best have you ever thought about a whiterose highschool/college AU? Like any headcanons of something?

gonna be real with you right now i don’t fucks with high school au’s because now that i’m almost finished with it i just want to repress and writing an au would absolutely not help with that lmaooo. i do have a couple headcannons for a college au though... this got kinda long tbh

alrighty first things first, they don’t get along at first, like Weiss is not having it with little miss ‘i started college earlier than anyone else and am constantly trying to show off how smart i am’

i mean think about it, she’s Weiss 

she likes to show off sometimes, and doesn’t get why Ruby wouldn’t want to - not to mention the fact that her pride runs deep

so except for a couple snide remarks and not so subtle annoyed looks, Weiss doesn’t intend to ever actually associate with Ruby

which suits Ruby just fine, because she doesn’t want to deal with (while she might be kind of pretty) the snootiest girl on campus

i imagine they share... maybe one or two of the same classes? they’d probably have to be some of the basic ones because Ruby has her heart set on engineering and Weiss would be undecided between going into business (like her dad wants) or pursuing a degree in chemistry

they start to get along when they both get trapped in one of the labs, Weiss walks in on Ruby struggling with a chicken and is very confused

“It’s not what it looks like!” “What exactly is it supposed to look like??”

it turns out Yang, who probs has something to do with ag, asked her to watch one of the more unruly chickens and it escaped

cue the chicken once again escaping the lab and somehow locking them both in there

it does not go well... at first

Weiss rips into Ruby for loosing to a chicken of all things and Ruby calls her stuck up and tells her that it was her fault that the chicken escaped in the first place

(which it technically was but Weiss had elected to ignore that)

Ruby calls her princess and Weiss retorts by calling her a peasant or something (i don’t know she’s rich, okay? rich people call people peasants, right?)

they manage to get a call out with Ruby’s phone, but they’re told that the chicken (evil, clever, conniving) somehow managed to free a lot of the other animals so they’re stuck in there for a couple of hours with each other

somehow it’s Weiss who breaks the ice by asking, “do you think the chicken gave me salmonella?” and Ruby starts laughing thinking that it’s a joke

(it’s really not)

but Weiss doesn’t mind because she’d prefer Ruby laughing than more arguing; it’s not that she thinks the sound is pretty or anything like that, it’s more like she’s very tired and does not have the energy to fight back

which is a lie, because Weiss is a repressed nerd

they get to talking and find that they get along surprisingly well considering they were on the verge of murdering each other just minutes before

they’re friends after that, sort of, because now Ruby starts bringing her extra snacks and Weiss retaliates by taking an extra coffee to class for Ruby (whose sleep schedule is the worst and coming from Weiss that’s probably saying something)

then Weiss, because Ruby (not to be outdone) invited her out to coffee, has a sudden crisis like, “wait a minute she’s relatively good looking and she’s asking me to go out with her somewhere... does that mean something?”

So Weiss, who is very much repressed, decided that she was being ridiculous and Ruby didn’t feel that way even though the poor girl was practically shooting her heart eyes every other second

pining, lots and lots of pining

obviously actual himbo Sun Wukong notices that his friend Weiss has been talking an awful lot about that one girl (who had become notorious for unleashing a hell chicken on campus) and starts getting suspicious

when he finally meets Ruby and notices how smitten they are with each other he decides to try and set them up because it actually kind of hurt to watch them dance around each other like, “damn girl, just make a fucking move already.”

Weiss does not, in fact, make a move

Sun enlists the help of his number one bro/boyfriend Neptune and together they devise a plan to get Ruby and Weiss together

to say it goes wrong would be an understatement

Neptune, in his infinite wisdom, decides that maybe blatantly flirting with Weiss while Ruby was around would kick one of them into gear

it doesn’t work because 1) Weiss so used to Neptune that his pick up lines do not phase her and 2) because Ruby comes to the mistaken impression that they must be dating if Weiss didn’t even so much as pretend to glare at him for saying some, frankly, weird ass shit

probably some more barn animal shenanigans (that chicken has it out for Ruby, she swears, because how else would they end up right back to where they started, trapped in a lab by a chicken when Ruby desperately just wants a little space to get over Weiss because even though she likes her she still wants to be friends

“how’s uh, Neptune?”

“I don’t know, he and Sun went to the beach a couple of days ago, something about having a date despite Neptune’s fear of sand... why are you asking?”

“Wait Sun and Neptune are on a date?”

“Yes?”

“And that doesn’t...” Ruby pauses for a moment, and then thinks ‘polyamory is a thing, Rose, respect it’

(she’s so oblivious i love her)

“I mean, they are boyfriends.”

“right.” 

“it’s nauseating, honestly, I can’t catch a break with those two and their pda.”

“uh huh.”

“i mean, I think if i was in a relationship I’d be able to have some restraint with the whole--”

“Wait.”

“What?”

“You aren’t... in a relationship?”

“No?”

“Oh.” Ruby feels a little dumb, after that. Then, because she has no self control, “do you want to be?”

“What?”

“do you want to be, in a relationship i mean.”

“why are you--”

“i just, do you want to be in a relationship with me, maybe?”

they end up making out on one of the tables, no i will not tell you how it happened

after that they jut sort of... fall into each other, not that anything’s really changed much, they still bring each other offerings of food and occasionally Ruby will show Weiss a cool rock she found but other than that the only difference is they kiss sometimes now and their outings are labeled ‘dates’ instead of ‘hanging out’

a lot of people are confused because they thought they were already dating, but whatever it’s fine, go weird chicken girl and her ice queen, you do you yada yada yada

Weiss, contradicting her earlier statements, gives in to every act of pda that Ruby initiates

she’s whipped like that

honestly, anything i write with weiss has to have the rest of the schnees in it so surprise surprise, her siblings show up

some familial angst, Weiss opens up to Ruby about her family (her parents, her siblings) and later down the line Ruby opens up about the problems in her own family (her mom and dad and uncle) and it’s kind of a mess but they love and comfort each other so it works out

i think they’d have a happy ending with each other, occasionally clashing with stresses from school and life in general, but they’d always work it out

they’re in love, and even if they’re a little young and stupid they still got each other, you know?

[ober-affen-geil]

This is gonna seem like an odd position for me to take for a hot second, because I’m not shy about the fact that Malex is one of my OTPs for this show. Bear with me.

Because what I want to talk about here is how very not good for each other Michael and Alex are. Or were. But I also want to talk about the progress we’re seeing from both of them on that front so stick around, it ain’t all bad.

CW for mention of child abuse, trauma response, and classism. And I will be discussing dialog from various season 2 episodes, so spoiler alert. 

I want to start off with this: I am in no way trying to say that Michael and Alex don’t love each other, or that they don’t deserve to be happy and together, or that one of them has been treating the other badly out of malice. What I’m trying to say is that they both have issues that need to be resolved before they ever come close to a romantic relationship again because what they had before was not healthy.

Let’s start with Michael because his issue is a little simpler. 

The crux of Michael’s problem lies in his own self-worth. AKA, he doesn’t have any. We know, of course, that this springs from his abandonment issues and his abuse in the foster system as a child, but what it’s lead to in his adult life and his relationship with Alex is an inability to say “no”. Which is a Big Problem.

Michael doesn’t think he’s loveable. Fundamentally and foundationally, he does not believe that someone would love him as he is. Which means with Alex, from his point of view, he’s taking what he can get when he can get it. Because Alex doesn’t love him. Alex thinks he’s a waste. Alex doesn’t want people to know they’re involved. (FROM MICHAEL’S PERSPECTIVE.) And for ten years, Michael found those to be acceptable terms. (In case anyone was wondering, that’s hella fucked up. Not romantic.)

What we see in 2x01 is Michael finally, finally, standing up for himself. 

“I don’t think we’re good for each other, Alex. And I want to be good for somebody, so no! I’m saying ‘no’.”

He stands firm in 2x02 (I like Maria), and the fact that he brings up his romantic relationship with another person when Alex was merely offering to work with him tells us exactly how hard this is for him. He loves Alex and “probably always will” and the only way Michael has ever known how to love is through self sacrifice. Because he thought that was the only thing he had to give. (”To make up for it. For the fact that it’s me.” seems an appropriate quote to drop here.)

Saying “no” is the first step towards a healthy relationship, of any kind, with Alex. And shout out to @worstoftimesbestofcrimes for dropping this on me in a chat: “By saying no to Alex it becomes a choice he can make. And when it becomes a choice then it becomes something he can say yes to.“ The point being that Michael now has that choice. He’s recognizing he has a say in the matter and that’s so important.

Now for Alex, and this is where it gets tricky.

Because Alex also believes he’s fundamentally unloveable, which is also a result of his abuse, but that’s not where the crux of the problem is with Alex. The problem from Alex’s side is that he swallowed Michael’s bullshit hook, line, and sinker.

To be fair, the only person who never actually bought what Michael was selling was Max, and that’s partially because Max had almost all the backstory necessary to understand his actions, but I’m not blaming Alex for not having the full story. I’m simply saying his perception of Michael was warped.

We see in the pilot, “You’re wasting your life, Guerin”. And in 2x03, “Is ‘The Library’ a new dive bar or something?” Michael feeds it, by the way. Again back to the pilot when he taunts Alex with what he’s been doing in his trailer. (Casual sex, weed, covert plans to overthrow the government.) Alex thinks that Michael is a typical barfly who peaked in highschool and hasn’t made any effort to better himself since.

By Alex’s own admission, he and Michael never knew each other well. And the time they did have to get to know each other as teens was colored by that being the summer Michael’s life got turned upside down. Which Alex did not, and could not, know about. So while Alex does know a part of Michael that most other people don’t, he ultimately sees what he’s been lead to see when it comes to Michael.

And yes, @jumbled-nonsense, some of this comes down to classism. The Manes family is apparently pretty well off, given that Jesse was financing Project Shepherd with family money and Alex has a house (in this economy!) with a pretty sweet music set up as a 28 year old. Michael is...not. Alex falls into the stereotype trap a little, and he sees what he wants to see and doesn’t look any further.

But some of it does come down to Alex’s own issues stemming from his abuse. As Maria points out in 2x05 it’s reasonable that Alex found it, and may still find it, uncomfortable to be around Michael who deals with his anger issues by getting into fights. The problem is, Alex loves Michael and he can’t seem to stop, so he may have found it easier to walk away again and again (like he’s supposed to, like he should have done on day one) if he buries his head in the sand. 

For Alex, it’s easier to accept that fact that Michael doesn’t love him back if Michael’s the type of person that Alex isn’t supposed to love in the first place.

But in 2x04 we see Alex finally acknowledging that he’s been wrong. 

“First I find out Michael Guerin hangs out in libraries, and now you’ve made friends with a Long. I can’t put you in a box.”

Alex has realized a lot of what he believed about Michael outside of the bedroom was a misconception. It helps, now, that he has the full story and can understand more about how and why Michael made the choices he did ten years ago. But the point is he’s taken a step back and is reevaluating everything he thought he knew about Michael Guerin. And that’s a good thing.

What I’m saying is, we’ve seen really healthy progress from both Michael and Alex in relation to each other. And I mean that as people, not necessarily in a romantic sense. Would I be over the fucking moon if this lead to them getting back together in the future? Hell yes. But what’s actually important overall is that both of them have shown personal growth, because neither one of them was in a healthy place to start with. And no matter what happens with these characters, I’m glad they got the chance to change.

[floa12]

A rant about representation

I recently saw a post on Marvel's Hero Project and I think it's incredible how Marvel (and Disney) have been integrating representation into a lot of their Disney+ content. Marvel's Hero Project is really cool because each episode focuses on a member of the youth that is a real life hero and stands up for really great causes. They've got kids fighting for lgtbq+ rights and kids advocating for disabilities and the homeless, but one thing they don't have is a Muslim kid. Now that isn't to say that in later episodes they won't have one, but as a Muslim and full time hijabi (a Muslim woman who covers her hair with a headscarf and wears modest clothes that covers most of her body) it's getting increasingly frustrating for all these TV shows and movies to get applauded for representation when I rarely, if ever, see any positive Muslim representation. Now I'm mostly gonna be touching on representation of Hijabi woman because I feel that is the most prominent and most easily recognizable image of a Muslim person to the general media.

First, I want to talk about a couple examples of representation that have really got me going (bad and good). I'm gonna start with Halo from Young Justice, mostly because I did a post about how much I appreciated her and am low key regretting it. Obviously they fucked that up and I can't put into words how disappointing it was to see her character lose sight of being Muslim (not that they made it very important to begin with) but I mean I guess I was blind sighted by the fact that she was a hijabi when really that was the only give away that she was Muslim at all. On the other side of the spectrum we have Kamala Khan, who is everyone's go to Muslim representation. I myself am a fan of Ms.Marvel but I can't help but find fault with her representation. I don't want to take away the fact that she's a Pakistani American practicing Muslim but I do want to point out that the fact that she's Muslim isn't really super vital to her story plots. It's a lot about her inhuman abilities and genes. This is a small detail to have a problem with, especially considering people are reading her comics to see a superhero in action and not the domestic day to day problems of a Muslim girl. Really I guess my biggest issue with her is that she doesn't wear a headscarf. I know this is something I'm sure will bug a lot of people that I'm picking on, because after all any representation is better than no representation, but it's the fact that being Muslim is something that she is known for and yet she doesn't fit the image of a Muslim woman in a way that most people would recognize. I'm not invalidating any of my non hijabi sisters, I'm just saying it's a lot easier to recognize a Muslim in a crowd if they're wearing a hijab, so to have a character that is Muslim and not have her look like someone anyone person would immediately recognize as Muslim is a little :/. Both these characters also to wildy different degrees help check off the representation box without having a lot of evidence to support it. (Please don't misunderstand this as hate for Kamala, I love her and am super proud of her as a character, I just think there should be more characters and done better.)

Getting away from animated/cartoon characters I want to talk about Ramy, a sitcom on Hulu, and Amira on Druck, part of Skam. Ramy is this sitcom on Hulu that revolves around a young Muslim Egyptian man and the struggles he encounters while trying to reconnect with his faith of Islam. I love this show and encourage people to check it out because it's created by Ramy Youssef who also stars in it. It's a wonderful show that is super relatable for young Muslim people who struggle with being part of American society and practicing their faith, also it's fucking funny. The show also has serious episodes about his sister and mother and how much a double standard can exist in some Muslim households. I know a lot of conservative Muslims who would HATE this show because it constantly shows Ramy sinning. But I love this show because it's relatable and real and in the end Ramy tries his best (more or less) to be a good Muslim. It shows you the inside of some Muslim practices like Ramadan that a lot of people might be ignorant about. Now before I talk about Amira I just want to say I'm not the most informed on Druck or Skam and the only things I really know for sure is that they do a lot in the way of positive representation. I just wanted to touch on Amira really quick because from what I've seen of her I'm in love. Just from a purely aesthetic point of view the way she fucking wraps her scarves and wears her clothes in the MOST fashionable ways while staying modest and covering her body is a breathe of fresh air (also I'm super jelly). Her arc also shows her struggle with falling for someone who isn't as strong in their beliefs as she is and how that strengthens instead of weakens her. She stays true to being a Muslim and learns how to integrate that aspect of herself into her social life. Imane from Skam is also a great example as well because she is not a full time hijabi and they show how much being Muslim means to her and how much she identifies as such and makes sure people know. It's also a great side to see because it shows her interested in dating a non Muslim and how she naviagtes that and it's lovely. I really love seeing these characters because they show me that despite there being so little representation for Muslims some people are coming around and they're proof that we're getting there...really fucking slowly.

This summer I was fortunate enough to intern at Cartoon Network in Atlanta and I got to attend an event that hosted one of the PR members involved with Cartoon Network and Adult Swim. Something he really wanted to hear about from the young audience (all highschoolers) was things that they loved about Cartoon Network but also things they could improve on. Unsurprisingly, a lot of people complained that CN lost the subtle edgy humour that was brought by their early 2000s shows, but what really stuck out to me is when a close friend of mine stood up and told him that while Cartoon Network was doing a great job on representation, they were far from perfect because full representation wasn't accomplished until every kid who tuned in could see a version of themselves on TV. I think it's amazing that we have shows that include LGBT couples like in Steven Universe and I love ALL the forms of representation we get in Craig of the Creek, but everytime I see them pump out a new show I get dissapointed to see the lack of Muslim characters. Now that isn't to say I don't get excited everytime I watch We Bare Bears or Craig of the Creek and I see a hijabi in the background, but obviously that is far from real representation. Of course I'm not criticizing CN only (they just are farther ahead than Disney and other channel's in my opinion), I'm waiting for Netflix to release a show where I get to see a hijabi woman who practices Islam and is proud of her religion and I can't help but wonder when seeing a practicing Muslim on TV will be trendy and cool and mainstream. Anyways this got long and I guess I'm just sad that representation of any group of minorities isn't where I hoped it would be in 2020.

tldr: the Muslim representation that we get is far from enough and in a lot of cases can hardly qualify as completely accurate representation and I'm tired of it.

edit: I forgot about Imane from Skam!!

[jiminisjamin]

Title: Teen Idle

A/n: This is part two, this part also starts with a memory, and it’s italicized. (these memories are not in chronological order, if anything it’s more reverse? The first one that was mentioned was the latest memory).

AU: College/Frat

Warnings for Chapter: Language, mentions of alcohol, minor-angst, minor-fluff, suggestive content.

Rating: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 4,325

 “Jeon Jeongguk? Jeon Jeongguk, what do you think you’re doing?” Y/n laughs when he wraps his arms around her, his hands knocking hers away from the controller as he takes it from her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You’re not playing it right, y/n.” His breath ghosts across her neck and she laughs, elbowing him lightly.

“How so, genius?” Jeongguk snorts, one hand leaving the controller to briefly tickle at her sides, stopping almost instantly and returning.

“You’re shooting at your teammates- NPCs, y/n. They can’t even die.” Her jaw drops slightly.

“Wait, really?” Jeongguk grins, pulling her back against him, letting her settle down on his lap as he nods.

“Yeah, really.” His gaze briefly darts to her face and he laughs softly. “It’s okay though…I can show you how to play.” She rolls her eyes.

“I know how to play, Jeongguk!” He hums in response, his arms jerking to the side to avoid her attempt at getting the controller back. “Jeon Jeongguk, give it back!” He grins, pushing back as she stands up, holding the controller behind his back, sandwiching it between him and the bottom of the couch. “Jeongguk, give it back right now! You’re going to make us lose, Jeongguk! Come on, Jeongguk, please, just give me the controller!” Right when she decides to just snake her arm behind him and grab it, its in his other hand, and he’s holding it out to the side, grabbing her wrist with his other hand as he stands up and holds the controller above his head- and thanks to his recent growth spurt, out of her reach. “Jeongguk!” She huffs, putting one hand on his shoulder and tugging down, standing on her tip-toes to try and reach the controller. “Give it back right now!” She jumps slightly, and Jeongguk stretches his arm to keep it out of her reach, not ready for her body to crash into his, knocking him off balance as they fall back against the couch. Her forehead hits his shoulder, and the controller goes flying out of his hand in his attempt to stop her from knocking him over. His hand rests on her shoulder as he wriggles under her slightly, trying to angle his head to see her face.

“Y/n? Shit, y/n, are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” she laughs, and a sense of ease rushes through him when she raises her face, her hands resting on his shoulders as she looks up at him, her eyes lighting up.

“Jeon Jeongguk, you’re-” the sudden absence of fighting catches her attention and she whips around, her jaw dropping as she stands up- and he scrambles to follow her, his chest knocking against her back. “Jeon Jeongguk…look what you did! We lost all of our progress- why did you do that?” Jeongguk can’t stop the smile that spreads across his face when she whips around to glare at him. He shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweats, shrugging as he watches her.

“It was fun.”

“Jeon Jeongguk! We’re gonna have to play all next weekend now just to get our progress back. Are you even listening to me? Jeongguk?” He smiles softly, watching the way her face flames as her eyes widen, motioning back to the tv.

“Jeon Jeongguk?”

Jeongguk jerks back to life, his eyes widening again as his arm snaps back to his body, crossing his chest protectively as his jaw drops open. He regards her with caution, quickly masking his surprised expression with a plain one. He takes in the way her features have changed since the last time he saw her- her face is slightly more mature looking, her lips slightly parted as she watches him, a dark blush covering her face as she retracts her hand as well. As he watches her blink slowly, her gaze dancing across his face, body and clothes- his hair and the way his T-shirt sleeve is rolled up slightly to expose more of his bicep. A small smile crosses Jeongguk’s face as he realizes she may look slightly differently, and sound different, but she was still y/n.

The first girl he ever loved, his first best friend. Jeongguk licks his lips, nodding slightly- realizing he hadn’t answered her yet, too busy in his own mind to realize she was asking for confirmation that it was him. Her mouth drops open, her expression now blatantly shocked as she stutters.

“I haven’t seen you in forever- you look so different- when did you get so…so…” She waves her hand at him, motioning wildly. “…so…different?” Jeongguk’s head tilts at the slight disappointment in her tone.

“What do you mean?” His voice comes out smoother than he expected and he silently celebrates. “I just…grew up, that’s it.” Her head tilts as her mouth snaps shut, the blush on her cheeks deepening.

“I��I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I just…I haven’t seen you since…” Her voice trails off and his heart stings as he watches her, biting his lip.

“Highschool,” he offers, “end of junior year.” Y/n nods.

“End of junior year…holy shit, Jeongguk. It’s been…it’s been so long.” He shrugs.

“A few years.” Y/n shifts slightly, her eyebrows furrowing.

“You joined a frat?” He shrugs, rolling his shoulders back.

“Why not? It seems like fun. They let me pledge even though I didn’t when everyone else did, so I joined. Even though I haven’t known them for long…it feels like I have.” He clears his throat, looking away from her and lowering his voice slightly when he sees Seokjin subtly leaning back while driving, trying to hear more of their conversation.

“I mean, I just never saw you in a frat…” Y/n looks away, tugging at the edge of her shirt. “I guess people can change but…did you, Jeongguk?” His head tilts at this.

“What?”

“I mean, what even happened to you?” She watches him, the way his expression shifts slightly as he realizes what she means. “You just…stopped talking to me- I never really saw you again.” Jeongguk exhales, pursing his lips as he keeps his gaze fixed on her.

“I know.”

“Well…what happened, Jeongguk?” His tongue darts out and he licks his lip, turning his gaze away from her.

“I don’t know, y/n. Sometimes…sometimes people just fall apart.”

“Yeah but…I mean, Jeongguk, we-”

“What do you want me to say, y/n?” He snaps, his gaze turning harsh as he turns away from her, his hands clenching. “That I wished I didn’t? That I wish we would’ve talked more, kept in touch? Sometimes, shit gets in the way, and that’s just what happened. That’s all.” Y/n’s eyebrows furrow.

“You don’t…regret anything?” Her voice is quiet, her gaze softening as she watches him, looking for some trace of the Jeongguk she’d grown up with- the Jeongguk she’d just seen.

His jaw sets into a hard line and he shrugs. “No. We just fell apart, y/n. If I wanted to stay friends with you, I could’ve. But I didn’t.”

Jeongguk’s heart aches as soon as the words leave his mouth- as soon as he sees her expression shift from the corner of his eyes- but he keeps his jaw clenched to keep from telling her; it hurt too much to be around you when you didn’t want me- when I wanted you more than anything.

She shifts in her seat, letting her hands fall into her lap. “Oh.” A dark, crimson blush spreads down her neck as she ducks her head, forcing out a laugh. “Sorry I asked.”

Seokjin squirms at the bitterness in her voice, blinking a few times as he curses to himself, pulling into the driveway of the Frat House. The moment the car stops the two get out- both slamming the doors shut, and heading off in opposite directions.

He climbs out of the car, pocketing the keys and wincing when Jimin waltzes over to him, his eyes wide as he motions at Jeongguk, who storms off, hopping the fence to get to the backyard, effectively avoiding y/n who storms into the house, slamming the door behind her, despite Taehyung trailing after her.

“What the hell happened?” He hisses, eyes narrowing. “Did you meddle? You were just supposed to drive Jin, how did that go so badly?”

“Hey! Don’t blame me!” Seokjin scoffs, rolling his eyes as his lips push out in a pout. “I didn’t even say anything. They just started…I don’t know, it was fine at first but then…Jeongguk- agh!” He frowns, dropping his face in his hands before rubbing his temples and regarding Jimin with a cool stare. “Are you sure he even wanted to talk to her?” Jimin’s gaze shifts away from his as he steps back, ducking his head slightly.

“Ah- I mean…Jeongguk had told me about her before- how if he saw her again he’d want to start all over…so when he came to me and said she was at the party…I just…I assumed…” Seokjin groans.

“This is why you and Taehyung shouldn’t be allowed to make any plans.”

“Hey! I just want Jeongguk to be happy! He practically mopes around all day- despite every girl throwing themselves at him- not to mention I haven’t even seen him kiss anyone since Taehyung brought her to the last party we were at. Jeongguk left before I could even realize he was gone! He’s been down ever since then.” Seokjin lets out another sigh, throwing his arms up as his eyes widen.

“Well, what’s your plan now, huh?” Jimin frowns, looking away.

“He was watching me when I was talking to her…he did seem upset when I got closer to y/n,” Jimin sighs, his shoulders slumping. “He still cares about her, Jin. He knows he does, so why is he being so difficult?” Seokjin’s eyes narrow. “Sorry, sorry.” Jimin steps away, sighing. “I mean…we could try and force Jeongguk to spend time at least near her?”

Seokjin motions to the now empty parking lot. “In case you didn’t notice, lover-boy launched himself over our fence and y/n almost decapitated Taehyung with a door- I really don’t think they’re in the mood to be forced to be around anyone.” Jimin frowns, crossing his arms. “This isn’t high school, Jimin. We can’t just play spin the bottle or lock them in a closet together. They’re adults, they can make their own choices and they will.” Jimin’s eyes widens as he claps, pointing at Seokjin and grinning.

“What did you just say?”

“No, Jimin.”

“Yes, yes! It’s perfect. I mean, he loved her back in high school, right? We could…we could say that tonight is dedicated to the old days, play all sorts of high school games, get everyone drunk off their asses- it’s perfect.” Seokjin huffs as Jimin turns away from him, heading towards the large doors.

“I don’t like this idea!” He calls out, moving forward to follow his friend. “I don’t like it, but I’m not going to stop it.” Jimin grins at him.

“You think it’ll work?”

“No, but I sure as hell wanna see if it will.”

Jimin bursts through the doors, looking around only to find y/n on the couch, and Taehyung with some girls in the corner. Seokjin walks in behind him and Jimin turns to him, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Go tell Taehyung what we’re planning.” He shrugs, waving his hand over his shoulder at him, smiling warmly at y/n as he passes her and giving her a small wave.

She waves back, rather unenthusiastically as she huffs, glancing at Taehyung as he greets Seokjin.

“Hey, y/n!” Her gaze turns to Jimin and she smiles, shifting slightly.

“Hey, Jimin. What’s up?” Jimin speaks quickly- almost too fast for y/n to understand what he’s saying through her alcohol muddled brain.

Y/n cocks her head as she curls up on the couch, getting comfier. “Spin the bottle?” Jimin nods, smiling brightly.

“Our party is dedicated to the old days! You know, high school parties, all that…we’re all playing. It’ll be great.” Y/n frowns, peering over at Taehyung- who’s gotten Seokjin to join in the conversation with three other girls who she didn’t know who they were, or how they even got here.

“I mean…isn’t the ratio a little…off?” Jimin shakes his hand.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Hurry up, come on.” Jimin grabs her hand and pulls her off the couch, waving to Taehyung. “We’re playing high school games, follow me!” Unlike y/n, Taehyung doesn’t question him, just ushers the girls forward and follows Jimin’s lead.

 They all take their seats on the floor, Jimin quickly emptying a beer bottle when he notices that Seokjin is dragging Jeongguk in- despite his quiet protests. He sets the bottle in the middle of the rather large circle, plopping down on the floor and grinning.

“Happy throwback…Friday? Ah, whatever! Welcome back to high school!” The two girls giggly slightly at his loud voice and sweeping motions. “Our first event of the day- one I’m personally very fond of,” he grins, “spin the bottle. I’m assuming we all know how to play?” The responses vary in enthusiasm, but they all nod, and Jimin claps, rubbing his hands together. “Right. Seokjin, you can start, and then we’ll move to Hoseok, Taehyung…er…I’m sorry, I don’t know your names? But then those three lovely ladies, Yoongi, Jeongguk, Namjoon, y/n and then me!” Seokjin scoffs slightly, moving forward to the middle of the circle and looking up, eyes scanning the group before he sighs.

“We really should look into expanding our guest list next time,” he murmurs bitterly before flicking the bottle, moving back to watch it as it spins.

“It wouldn’t be our party if everyone was invited,” Jimin smiles, tilting his head as he glances at y/n. “We like to keep our group smaller,” he explains, “not many in our frat, not many invited to our after-parties. More close friends.” Y/n grins, leaning in closer to him.

“Then tell me, Jimin,” his gaze turns to hers, and he inhales sharply at how close she is to him, “what are those lovely girls’ names?” Jimin’s face heats up slightly, not noticing the game progressing as Seokjin’s bottle lands on Namjoon- the two profusely protesting having to kiss each other, although the other guys goad them into it, and they both end up pouting after it’s finishes, Seokjin opting to wipe furiously at his lips, huffing once more about their ‘guest list’.

Jimin’s gaze is stuck on y/n’s, his lips parting as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I don’t know,” he admits, shifting his weight from one arm to the other as he leans back. Y/n grins.

“Checkmate.”

“Ah, Jeongguk!” Taehyung’s exclamation breaks the two apart, and Jimin turns to look at the group- luckily no one but Taehyung had noticed them, and he shoots him a confused look, to which Jimin replies with a sheepish shrug, shifting away from y/n. Jeongguk’s eyebrows narrow as he glares at Taehyung.

“What’s that all about?”

“Oh, nothing,” Taehyung’s voice takes on a sing-songy tone, “I just thought everyone should know it’s your turn.” Jeongguk’s eyes roll as he moves forward.

“This game is stupid,” he mutters, flicking the bottle rather aggressively as he leans back. “I didn’t even play this in high school.” Y/n bites her lip, holding back the urge to say it was because he was too busy playing video games with her, watching as the bottle spins.

Jeongguk and y/n both watch the bottle, the quiet chatter almost disappearing as they both think one thing: are we meant to be brought back together?

The bottle finally stops spinning- the rest of the chatter dying down as Jeongguk’s gaze raises slowly, his eyes locking with hers. He exhales shakily, turning slightly and shifting in front of her, his hand reaching up, cupping the side of her face. Before she can say anything, he pulls her to him, his lips meeting hers, his hand tangling up into her hair, gripping it rather tightly as she gasps against his lips and grabs his shirt.

Y/n’s heart thuds against her chest as her face falls, her gaze transfixed on the sight only a few feet away from her. She bites her lip, feeling tears spring to her eyes as she holds back a huff, too focused on diverting her attention to her lap to notice Seokjin rolling his eyes and throwing his hands up, Taehyung gaping at Jimin who stares at the bottle with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth dropping open as he mentally facepalms, realizing the flaw in his plan: he hadn’t done anything to rig the bottle to make them kiss.

Jeongguk pulls away from her, shifting back to his spot and settling down, leaning back on his forearms. “Namjoon’s turn,” he comments, reaching behind him for a bottle of beer, bringing it to his lips as his gaze briefly lands on y/n before he looks away, downing a bit of the drink before sitting up.

Namjoon spins the bottle, eyes narrowing as it almost immediately comes to a stop, his gaze snapping up to meet Seokjin’s. “Nuh-uh,” he mutters, “no way, not again. This fucking… this fucking bottle must be broken or something. I’m not kissing Jin again.” Everyone in the group but Jeongguk and y/n erupt into some form of disagreement- whether it be that they have to kiss, or that they wouldn’t do it. In the end, Namjoon and Seokjin convince the rest of them to settle with a kiss on the cheek- which he still profusely argues against as it’s happening.

By the time they’re finished, y/n’s mind is almost blank despite her racing heart as she stares at the bottle, and Jeongguk shifts slightly, his gaze turning back over to her as he pays attention once more.

“Okay,” Jimin breathes, “y/n’s turn.” Seokjin rolls his eyes at the almost triumphant look Jimin sends him when y/n moves forward, her gaze scanning around the group before settling on the green bottle.

She hesitates, her hand hovering over the bottle before she grips the neck of it, carefully spinning it, rocking back to sit down as she watches it. The bottle spins, Jeongguk’s eyes narrowed on it, his breath hitching every time the opening points towards him, sighing when it continues moving. It seems to spin for longer than most the other ones and y/n gnaws on her lip, her eyebrows furrowing as it finally begins to slow down.

Jeongguk watches as it sweeps around the group one more time, seeming to go impossibly slow as the opening rolls towards him, and his heart stops in his chest.

Was it meant to be?

The fleeting moment of hope passes as it seems to almost gain momentum, rolling past him, Namjoon, and y/n before finally settling. Taehyung’s jaw drops and Seokjin once again scoffs, not able to stop his palms from raising to cover his face.

Y/n’s gaze darts up to meet Jimin’s wide eyes- a bright blush spreading across his cheeks as his mouth drops open.

“I…how did it…did anyone else see that?” He mutters, his eyes narrowing accusingly at the bottle. “I swear…I thought it…it was about to stop,” his eyes turn to Jeongguk, who isn’t watching either of them, instead his gaze is focused on his phone, fingers tapping at the screen. Y/n bites her lip.

“You don’t have to kiss me, if you don’t want to.” She offers him an awkward smile, “it doesn’t really matter to me…” Jimin shakes his head, holding his hand up.

“No, no! I didn’t mean it like that, I just…” His blush deepens as he looks away, pushing his hair back, gripping it lightly before letting it go. “I just…” His voice trails off when y/n glances at him.

“So…you want to kiss me?” Jimin holds his breath, glancing at Taehyung, Seokjin- then Jeongguk, who finally looks up, his jaw clenched, regarding him with dark eyes as Jimin looks away quickly.

“Sure,” he murmurs, “like I said…” She moves forward, straddling his lap as his words trail off, his eyes darting down to look at her lips. “Just like…in…high s-”

His words are cut off by y/n’s lips on his, the alcohol surging through her body giving her the boldness to sit on his lap, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer. Jimin hesitates a moment before his arms wrap around her and he rocks closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his heart jolting when she sighs against his lips and he slips his tongue in, not thinking about what he’s doing, only how nice she feels against him.

Taehyung coughs loudly and he jolts back, his eyes widening as he breathes heavily, his hands moving up and gripping her shoulders. “I…” He swallows, his face bright red. “I…uh…I’m gonna get another drink.” He gently pushes y/n off of him, standing up so quickly his head gets fuzzy- or maybe it’s the alcohol. Jimin waves his hand. “Ah, we don’t have to keep playing these games…it was fun, I guess- while it lasted? Anyways, I’m going to…uh. I’m going to get…more beers. I’ll be right back, everyone stay here! I’ll be right back.” Jimin stumbles away and y/n’s cheeks heat up as she sits back, looking at the ground.

“Well.” Seokjin chirps, a wry smile on his face. “That was great, wasn’t it? High school memories, ah…why don’t we talk about high school, hm?” He looks around the group, nudging Hoseok, smiling and waving his hand. “That would be fun, right Hobi?” Hoseok’s mouth pops open as his eyes widen and he looks at Seokjin, who sighs, his eyes closing as he smiles. “Ah, high school.”

“High school!” Hoseok exclaims. “Yes, memories! That would be so fun, and a great way to uh, get to know each other. We do have a new pledge after all, and Taehyung’s never told us much about y/n! Plus…ah,” Hoseok turns his gaze to the three girls, his mind blanking as he stares at them.

What were their names again?”

“These, three lovely girls,” Seokjin murmurs, “ah, high school…you guys are out of high school, right?” They nod, laughing slightly- to which Seokjin laughs at also, passing off his genuine concern as a joke as he looks away quickly, mouthing at Taehyung ‘where did you find these girls?’. Taehyung shrugs, seemingly as confused as the rest of them.

“Y/n!” Hoseok’s exclamation causes her to jolt. “Why don’t you tell us about how high school was for you? We’re all curious, what was Taehyung’s best friend like?” Jeongguk’s spine stiffens at this and he casts a glare at the whole of the group- the only ones who actually take notice being the girls.

“This is stupid,” Jeongguk stands up, brushing his pants off. “Even Jimin’s idea was better than this. Why would I want to sit around and listen to people talk about high school? Why the fuck are we dedicating a whole party to high school?” Everyone stares up at him and he laughs, his eyes shining slightly as he blinks rapidly, looking away and crossing an arm protectively across his chest. “We all know high school sucked. It was the worst years of my life and frankly I don’t want to remember it.” His gaze falls to y/n, his lips briefly parting as he takes a breath. “I just want to forget it.” Y/n looks down, feeling far too sober all of a sudden. Shame settles in the pit of her stomach as her heart twists at how eager she was to kiss Jimin. She stands up- more shakily than Jeongguk, and wraps her arms around herself as she looks down.

“You don’t have to be such a dick,” she mutters.

Everyone stares up, no one knowing what to say as tears streak down her face, leaving a shiny, wet trail down her cheeks. Jeongguk laughs, his lips curling into a sneer.

“Oh? I don’t have to be such a dick?” He laughs loudly- his laughter abruptly stopping as he stares at her, taking note of the tears streaking down her face. “I…I d…” He shakes his head, frowning as his expression falters. “Y/n…” Her gaze rips from the floor, meeting his.

“I shouldn’t have come here, okay? And I’m sorry. If I would’ve known it was you I wouldn’t have. If I would’ve known you hated me so much I wouldn’t have, okay? I would’ve stayed away- I wouldn’t have bothered you. I didn’t know, and I’m sorry, okay?” She shakes slightly, frowning. “I… high school was the happiest years of my life. It wasn’t like this,” she motions around at the scattered group. “But it was perfect…I mean…it would’ve been…” She swallows, and looks down, stomping her foot slightly. “High school could’ve been great. It should’ve been great.” Jeongguk watches her, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as his hand twitches, wanting nothing more but to pull her too him and hold her.

“Why wasn’t it?” Yoongi’s voice is calm and even, not wavering even when she turns to him, her eyes wide as more tears spill out. “Why was high school not perfect? What ruined it?” Her eyebrows furrow and when she opens her mouth, she clamps it shut, letting out a shaky breath instead.

“What?” She murmurs, blinking a few times. “I…” Jeongguk scoffs, moving forward just as Jimin returns. He grabs y/n’s hand, gaze briefly moving up to meet Jimin’s before he reaches out and grabs the case of beer from him, turning and dragging y/n along with him, only pausing to glance over his shoulder.

“High school can suck my dick, and so can all of you.” With that, he pulls y/n through the door, his heart racing as his mind screams at him.

“J-Jeongguk, what are…where are we going?”

“Stop crying, please…don’t cry.” He clenches his jaw, his hand tightening around hers. “Just follow me, I want to show you something.”

[galaxygerm103]

An Unpopular Opinion + an Analysis

Hello Be More Chill fandom, today I'm gonna share a very unpopular opinion that's probably gonna get me killed, but it proves self awareness and that's good.

My opinion? Boyf Riends is low-key toxic.

Now you're probably gonna be like "no it's not? It's cute and soft and-" yeah, yeah, I know. Everybody and their mom seems to stan this ship so… this is gonna get me killed.

But hear me out. I'm gonna actually explain why I think this.

So, to show that their romantic relationship would be toxic, we gotta look at their friendship first.

So, we'll start with the first interaction they have in "More Than Survive". It starts out basic enough, Michael shows up listening to music, Jeremy predicts exactly what it is he's listening to, and then the song ends. Michael proceeds to tell Jeremy he "looks like ass" which is something friends do so that's not bad. Then Jeremy brings up the backpack thing. He's clearly upset about it, but instead of trying to cheer him up, Michael doesn't even seem to notice he's upset, and laughs off the whole thing. The topic changes and one of the most iconic lines in the musical shows up aka "there's never been a better time in history to be a loser". Now this line seems harmless but in one rehearsal video, Jeremy's response is a dry "thanks" because this isn't the mindset he has. He doesn't want to be a loser but Michael doesn't understand that. It's kind of the foundation of the problem. Michael isn't noticing his best friend's feelings, there is a lack of communication here. Also, he should be telling Jeremy he's not a loser, not that he should embrace being one, because what Jeremy needs isn't what Michael needs.

Okay, interaction 2, right before "I Love Play Rehearsal". This one's short but it boils down to Michael low-key(very low-key) manipulating Jeremy into continuing his effort to talk to Christine. By telling Jeremy that he'll make fun of him forever if he doesn't go into the auditorium, which I know sounds like playful teasing and maybe it is but that doesn't matter, by saying that, Michael gives Jeremy an ultimatum. And I doubt Jeremy wants to be teased about being a coward forever by his best friend. That just doesn't sound fun. So to avoid even more teasing in his life, he opens the auditorium door.

Interaction 3 is "Two Player Game" so this is gonna be a long one. Now, the first line of verse 1 is I think the nicest thing Michael really says to Jeremy, because he actually calls him cool, which is validating to our self hating protagonist. Then it falls downhill when Michael says "you're just a nothing in this highschool scheme" because that's only gonna make Jeremy feel worse. The rest of the first verse is just Michael tryna explain to Jeremy that they'll be fine if they stick together. The chorus is kind of once again ignoring Jeremy's feelings because he doesn't want to wait to be a loser anymore. He wants to be able to love himself and be liked by others in the present day. He's been waiting since he was little for the chance to be liked it seems. The next verse gives us Jeremy's insight on the whole situation, and he says he "wants to move on" which implies that he's sick of being a loser in the eyes of everybody, including both himself and Michael. Michael seems to completely ignore the fact that Jeremy is upset once again because when Jeremy points out they're not in college, Michael shrugs it off like "it doesn't make any difference". The only part of the song where we see any open communication between them is the third verse. Jeremy's pretty vulnerable here because, in context, he's worrying about his future if he doesn't stop being a loser. The "favorite person" part is probably the sweetest moment these two share through the entire musical, and it's the closest we ever see them, although I'm starting to think Michael means more to Jeremy than he realizes, which is why he asks Jeremy if he's really his favorite person. Jeremy has nobody else so of course Michael is the one person he tells everything but Michael doesn't really seem to get Jeremy's feelings so Jeremy stopped telling him all the things he feels(aka the things he talks about in "Loser Geek Whatever"). The rest of the song is just a reprise of the beginning of the song so it's not entirely important to this argument.

Interaction 4 is the mall scene and this has a pretty telling moment in it. Ignoring the Payless part, the food court scene has more to unpack than you'd think. So Jeremy takes the Squip and when it "doesn't work" he's upset. He needs comforting clearly, although he pretends he doesn't("leave me to mourn in my chili fries forever"). Michael, instead of providing comfort to his clearly distraught best friend, sees this as a chance to go grab some discontinued soda that he could get later. He could take five minutes to comfort his best friend but instead he goes off to do his own thing. He's ignoring his best friend's needs for his own wants. It's actually selfish.

The next interaction is short and one sided, in which Jeremy sees Michael twice during "Sync Up" and is saddened when he doesn't see him. He would've seen him by now, so he's confused when they haven't seen each other all day. This probably made Jeremy think Michael was avoiding him, which we find out isn't true.

Interaction 6, the beginning of the maybe end. The end of act 1. Jeremy and Michael are both confused by the fact they haven't talked all day. Michael is quick to blame it on Jeremy avoiding him, but Jeremy figures out that it was the Squip pretty quickly. Of course, during this interaction we get Jeremy's solo("Loser Geek Whatever") in which we see one of the most telling things about their relationship. "Michael thinks that weird is rad but feeling weird just makes me sad". This sums up their relationship pretty well, Michael is comfortable with himself but doesn't realize that Jeremy isn't comfortable. This interaction ends with Jeremy blocking out Michael. He's sick of having his feelings ignored by his only friend, and maybe he can have his feelings noticed and validated by other people. He's done being in Michael's shadow, because there's more to him than just being Michael's player 2.

Interaction 7, the bathroom intervention scene. This scene has a LOT to go through so let's get into it(using the new version here). Jeremy runs into the room panicking and when Michael reveals himself, the first thing he gets on about is how Jeremy left him. He stops when he sees Jeremy smiling because Jeremy missed him. He's happy to see him but then Michael gets on about the Squip and is talking about how there are consequences to it. Jeremy points out that Michael said technology isn't dangerous and the two of them get into their fight and Michael says he's looking out for Jeremy. Jeremy says for once in his life he can look out for himself, then the scene continues like the original and Jeremy calls Michael a loser. Jeremy isn't in the right state of mind in this scene, he was almost raped and he's scared. You'd think Michael would ask him what's wrong but he doesn't. He gets pissed at him without even being concerned about his emotions. Yet again we see that Michael is bad at recognizing Jeremy's feelings. I'm not saying he doesn't care about Jeremy, because he does(or else he wouldn't be here in the first place to warn him about the Squip), I'm saying that Michael is bad at recognizing Jeremy's emotions to a point where he ends up accidentally making the situation worse. Michael's actually the one who started the argument because he brought up the Squip without realizing how scared and upset Jeremy was. Not saying Jeremy's to blame, he could have handled the situation better but Michael started the whole argument. As for Jeremy calling Michael a loser, I think this may be Jeremy projecting. Because Michael is explaining every doubt Jeremy had about the Squip. Jeremy was even scared to take it("what if it's dangerous?"). Jeremy finally has more people to talk to, he finally isn't alone, he isn't in a healthy place and he's clearly not happy, but he's seemingly convinced himself that he is. He's convinced himself that the Squip is the only thing that can help him so when Michael warns him about it he lashes out, calling Michael the same thing that they'd both been called for years. Michael's reaction is probably due to shock and the realization that maybe he low-key drove his best friend away. Although he doesn't think he did anything wrong so who knows. We know Jeremy feels bad about this the next day though because he says this: "I didn't wanna hurt Brooke! I didn't wanna hurt ANYONE! Now Rich is in the hospital, my best friend thinks im a jerk, and Christine, you were supposed to make her like me!"

Now the next isn't an interaction but it's something Michael does that's extremely petty. Michael gives up on Jeremy completely. And he admits to it by the end of the musical("oh I was ready to watch you suffer"). It took Mr. Heere's convincing and low-key cheesy methodology to convince Michael to save Jeremy.

The next interaction is the fight during the play. In which Jeremy isn't in control of himself and is fighting the Squip internally while fighting Michael physically. The Squip seems to have been putting negative thoughts about Michael into Jeremy's mind but Jeremy knows it's not true. Also Michael was being extremely selfish during this scene by not letting Jeremy have the MDR when he knows the dangers of the Squip. (Like c'mon man Jeremy could be shocked so much he'll die. Stop being petty.) I mean yeah Michael is high but I'm pretty sure he's high during every scene except for the Halloween party(weed helps with anxiety and Michael's anxiety clearly got the best of him there, so-) and the other scene is coming up. This scene just shows Michael's pettiness.

Final interaction, right before "Voices in my Head". Jeremy asks Michael why he came back and Michael reveals that he was gonna let Jeremy suffer until Mr. Heere came by. Michael just admitted to his pettiness, and I think, maybe, he realizes that he was a shitty friend. Also I don't think he's high in this scene because his giggles are gone and, from what I've heard, he is a lot more awkward this scene.

So now, why do I see Boyf Riends as low-key toxic? Well, taking into consideration the conflicts between the boys' needs and wants, and the lack of communication, and the sheer amount of petty behavior Michael shows, plus his quick blame of Jeremy after "Upgrade", Michael wouldn't be the best partner for somebody like Jeremy, who needs validation and needs somebody to listen to and understand his problems, and help him through them. If time is given to them both, yes sure it could work(a good example of this is the Boyf Riends breakup comic by @Artistic.Hoarder on Instagram), but with the canon and nothing else, Boyf Riends couldn't work without some level of toxicity. (This is only referring to Broadway.)

Thank you for reading. Feel free to kindly express your opinions. This isn't ship hate, I don't hate Boyf Riends, I feel if done right it can be a good ship.

[angrylizardjacket]

act your age: [3] Fight For Me

Chapter Summary: Ash goes to see Queen’s all-ages gig, makes a friend with ‘that year ten who sung about his balls’, and makes an enemy.

Word Count: 2943 | [act your age masterpost]

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“They’re putting on a musical at my school.” Ash tells Oscar over dinner on Saturday night, and Oscar snorts where he’s chopping up tomatoes.

“You’re the lead, I assume,” it’s dripping with sarcasm, and Ash isn’t even close to offended, laughing at the very idea as she washes lettuce in the sink.

“Of course, that’s me, I’m Heather.” She snickered, but Oscar paused, and when she looks over her shoulder at him, he’s wide-eyed.

“They’re putting on Heathers?” 

Ash nods, a little confused.

“Like a Junior version, or -?” He trails off, but Ash just shrugs helplessly. Oscar hums thoughtfully before going back to the task at hand. “That feels inappropriate.”

“You’re telling me, one of the Year Tens sung about his balls, it was funny as shit, but like… felt super weird too.” Shaking the excess water from the lettuce, she quickly placed the leaves in front of her brother as he scooped the chopped tomatoes into the salad bowl. She hesitated by his side for a moment before adding, “Roger’s probably gonna be in it.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t ‘oh’ me.” Ash snapped, turning a little pink around the ears, "I was only at callbacks because of him and John.” She shoved her brother in the side before moving to go collect cheese from the fridge; Oscar has been strangely quiet as he shreds the lettuce and adds it to their salad. “What?”

“I don’t know where to start,” he’s holding back laughter, she can hear it in his voice, “the fact that you went to callbacks for a musical, that John and Roger might be in said musical, or that the musical is fucking Heathers.”

“John’s not in the musical, he was just at callbacks, like me, for Roger i think,” Ash muses for a moment. The conversation moves away from the musical and the siblings have dinner in peace,before Ash hurries off upstairs to get ready for the night. It’s the first all ages gig Queen has played since she’d first seen them, and she was excited to be able to watch the band without having to worry about being thrown out for her fake ID.

“Boy, you’re going with her, right?” Ash can hear from her room when their father gets home, when he asks about the kids’ plans for the night, and Ash can almost hear Oscar’s eyeroll.

“Obviously.”

He’s not; he’d made it very clear that he’d rather jump into a volcano than spend a night surrounded by highschoolers. Not even the chance to see Brian could lure him in. But he was Ash’s ride, and he was studying at a friend’s house and said he would pick her up whenever she needed him. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he’d do pretty much anything to enable her crush on Roger, a crush which Oscar found both hilarious and adorable.

Ash still doesn’t know a lot of people from school; she’s friends with Roger mostly because her brother is in love with their shared tutor, at least that’s what she tells herself, and Oscar keeps dragging her along to see their band perform. She’s content talking to her friends back in Scotland via snapchat and messenger, and throwing herself into her art. Which is probably why the first person she recognises at the bar is that girl from the callbacks, the one Ash had barged in on on Thursday with the killer voice… What was her name again? It started with G.

The girl introduces herself as Giselle, and her handshake is firm and unwavering, as is the confident stare she fixes Ash with. She’s dressed in a floral dress and denim jacket with her hair pulled back, and looks far too classy to be both fifteen, and in what happens to be a buffet style restaurant. But the night’s young, and the moment one of Giselle’s friends finds her, Ash, once more, feels out of place.

The band is warming up when Ash settles herself on one of the sofas at the edge of the crowd. John waves to her, Freddie and Brian both throw her a smile, though they do look for Oscar in the crowd and seem disappointed when they don’t find him, and Roger doesn’t seem to see her, though that’s to be expected, he keeps forgetting to wear his contacts to gigs and usually flies blind.

What comes as a surprise is when a somewhat familiar figure drops themselves onto the sofa beside her.

“You’re Ash, right?” It’s the guy from the callbacks who had sung about his balls. Ash has to take a moment.

“Yeah, why?” 

“Oh, I just thought I recognised you from the callbacks.” He holds out a hand. “Joe.” Ash shakes it warily.

“I didn’t sing.”

“But you’re very distinctive.” Joe counters, and his grin is bright. Ash snorts, that’s the first time she’s been called distinctive and had it sound like a compliment.

“You were fun in the auditions,” Ash says carefully, and Joe at least has the decency to flush an amusing shade of scarlet, though his smile is still wide.

“Well hopefully fun gets me a role.” Crossing his fingers, he slouches a little lower into the sofa. Joe’s easy to talk to, actually seems as out of place as Ash feels, and it’s kind of nice to be able to enjoy a gig with someone who wasn’t her brother. Ash’s own sense of humour is rather dry, but it seems to make Joe laugh, and he seems to enjoy the band, for which Ash is quietly glad, she’s become rather protective of them, not that she’d ever admit it.

“You’re friends with that Roger dude, right?” Joe asks, and Ash hums, tipping her head to the side as she looks up at the band, “that’s how you know these guys, isn’t it?”

“Actually, my brother’s in love with the guitarist,” Ash corrects quickly, without really meaning to, and Joe barks out a laugh. It’s something she jokes about with Roger and John, but it’s not something she usually casually mentions to anyone else.

“I get that; look at his hair, he’s a majestic man,” Joe hums in agreement for a moment, before turning and grinning at Ash, who let herself relax, just a little, and smile back.

“But yeah, I’ve got art and physics with Roger,” Ash muses, and Joe nods thoughtfully. It’s at this moment that the opening chords and beats of ‘I’m In Love With My Car’ starts playing, and Ash’s entire expression scrunches up with amusement, much to Joe’s confusion.

“It’s the car song,” is all the explanation Ash gives, and Joe’s expression lights up.

“Is this the one you yelled at him about in the call backs?”

“You remember that?”

“He wrote a car song, of course I remember it.”

“He wrote it right after he got his Ls,” Ash’s lips quirked into an amused, but surprisingly fond smile, “at least that’s what I’ve been told; Freddie refuses to sing it.” 

Actually listening to the song, Joe manages to go through an entire face journey, turning to Ash as it, along  with the first set, comes to an end.

“It’s just a bit... weird,” he murmurs, and Ash can’t help but laugh at that, loud and amused, and it’s enough to draw Freddie over to her. Ash gets to her feet to hug him, letting him spin her around.

“Ashley, my favourite groupie, you are my only solace in a night full of teenagers,” Freddie sighed dramatically, finally putting Ash down, giving Joe an amused smile, “no offence, of course.” 

“When you sing that well, you can get away with saying whatever you want I guess; I’m Joe.” He stands, grinning and holding out his hand. Freddie takes it without hesitation, and Ash gives the singer a fond yet exasperated smile.

“Oh, I like you,” Freddie nods very seriously, shaking Joe’s hand. After a beat, he turns back to Ash.

“Where is dear Oscar?”

“He’s allergic to high schoolers who aren’t me, John, or Rog,” Ash answers back, and Freddie sighs.

“Awful, but understandable,” and with that he’s swanning away to make conversation with whoever Brian had found. 

Roger’s the next over, though Ash isn’t surprised by that. He shakes Joe’s hand first, a little out of breath from both singing and drumming, but he thanks the other guy for coming before he makes a point to lean on Ash.

“You didn’t even realise I was here until Freddie came over, did you?” Ash asks, smirking and crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Of course I knew,” Roger huffs, his nose in the air, “Deaky pointed you out after the first song.”

“Because you asked about me?”

“Because you’re somehow still one of the only people in our school who he knows the name of,” Roger countered, though he was a little pink around the ears. After a beat, he turns his attention to Joe, but doesn’t move from Ash’s side, in fact, she’s got an arm slung around his waist to help him keep balance. “You having a good night?” 

“Great night, actually,” Joe answers honestly, “you guys are talented as shit, how old is the kid on bass?” 

“Fifteen; he goes to our school actually,” Roger preens a little, proud of John; he spots the kid in question milling about, drinking a glass of water near the stage area and calls him over. “Deaky, this is-” he frowns a little, at a loss for Joe’s name. Joe, however, fills in smoothly, shaking the bassist’s hand, complimenting him brightly. John grins, quietly pleased.

“I gotta go make the rounds, say my hellos,” Roger muses, looking to Ash, her expression is quietly adoring and amused when she looks back, “you sticking around for the rest of the sets?”

“Of course; Oz said he’s studying at a mate’s house which means they’re doing anything but studying, I wouldn’t want to interrupt too early.” She grins, an expression Roger matches easily.

“Watch it, don’t let Brian hear you saying that,” he responded, which makes Ash laugh, though he leaves not long after with a faint ‘catch you round’. Joe and John have been making good conversation, much to Ash’s surprise; Joe’s the first person to really compliment the way John dances while he plays, and they’re getting on like a house on fire. 

The second set goes even better than the first, and Ash lets herself get dragged onto the dance floor. It’s abundantly clear within ten seconds that she can’t dance to a beat to save her life, but the other kids around her aren’t seemingly paying attention, apart from Joe, who somehow managed to dance in time with her, making her feel just that little more comfortable. As the second set is winding down, Ash makes her way through the now-closing restaurant section to the bathroom.

Things take a turn, however, as she passes a few guys she thinks she recognises from her year, sitting around one of the tables in the mostly empty restaurant.

“Is this why he’s not playing footy? To drum in some pussy-ass band with those fuckin’ grandpas?” One scoffs, and Ash has a sinking sensation in her stomach as she comes to a stop.

“Did you hear him sing?” Another laughed, giving a screech as an imitation, “who’s cat got run over?” 

“Just because you don’t like the music, doesn’t mean you have to be an asshole;” Ash hears herself saying, gaining the attention of all three of them, “if you’re not having a good time, go home.”

“Who are you?” One scoffed, though all three of their faces read clear derision.

“I don’t think I remember asking your opinion,” the third sneered, but she doesn’t back down, “fuck, are you one of their little fangirls?”

“I never got why half the girls froth over him so much, he looks like a barbie,” the first muttered, rolling his eyes. 

“You’re talking about Roger, right?” Ash asked, nervous butterflies in her stomach as she held her ground.

“Piss off,” the second rolled his eyes at her, “go slobber over him and leave us out of it.”

“I’m his friend,” though at that the three jocks snickered and rolled their eyes.

“Whatever,” the third smirked, “I’ve got more talent in my left nut than he’ll ever have in his life.” 

That’s just a blatant lie, and Ash feels anger bubble up in her, white hot and filling her all the way to the tips of her fingers. She usually tries very hard to curb her more aggressive impulses, but there’s a stack of plastic serving trays beside her, and she picks one up, surging forwards with a scarily calm expression, and smacks the third dude in the face hard enough that his chair topples backwards. He lands safely on the plush carpet, but the first dude, the tallest of the three stands abruptly, hitting Ash in the face out of sheer instinct now that she was in range. A few of the other students have caught the altercation, and now the band’s being drowned out by the quickly growing chant of ‘fight fight fight’.

“Fuck off! Psycho bitch!” The second shoves her backwards hard enough to fall on her ass, and Ash seems too stunned to stop it, both from being hit, and hitting someone to begin with. A few people are trying to help her to her feet while also shoving her back at them, a security guard is shouting, but then there’s someone hauling her quickly through the crowd. 

The band is still playing. Seeing how quickly Joe is moving Ash back to the sofas, all four of them are wearing looks of concern, still not quite sure what happened.

“I’m so fucking dumb,” Ash is shaking, curling in on herself despite how her nose bleeding onto her jeans.

“What happened?” Joe asks, voice quiet, barely audible above what Ash recognises as the final song of the set, “Ash, those guys are on the footy team, what the hell happened?”

“I gotta call Oz.” Her hands fumble for the phone in her jacket pocket, and she’s up, heading for the exit in a blur before Joe can stop her. She’s crying quietly when she calls her brother, and he’s immediately rushing out the door to come pick her up. She waits, sitting on the curb, hand holding her nose, if only to catch the steady, gentle drip of it.

Before Oscar arrives, someone sits beside her.

“You going?” It’s Roger, he sounds... confused.

“Yeah.” Ash still holds her nose; she can’t see Roger’s concerned frown.

“Why? What happened?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it. It was stupid. I was stupid.” And finally she raises her face to meet his gaze. Roger’s eyes widen as he sees the way the blood from her nose drips from her hand onto her jeans with this change of angle. 

“Holy shit.” Gingerly, he takes her hand away from her nose, sees the bruise blooming over her cheek and nose. After a beat, he smiles, actually looks a little starry-eyed. “You got into a fight? That’s bad ass!”

“Oz is gonna kill me,” Ash says sheepishly, but she’s smiling. He’s still holding her hand, though neither seems inclined to let go, “and it wasn’t really a fight, it was like, maybe three hits.”

“Did you hit someone?” He asks, seemingly delighted. Ash flushes, her nose bleeding a little harder, but her smile widens at his enthusiasm. She nods. “At my fucking gig, that’s nuts, Ash.” He scoots closer, tucking her arm into his as they wait for her brother.

“Oh god, don’t remind me,” she says, speaking to his mention of nuts, though he doesn’t realise, and just acts confused. Ash, unwilling to admit that she’d actually gotten into a fight because of him, is grateful when Oscar pulls up a few moments later, screeching to a halt a few metres away. Roger’s smiling, and gives Oscar a wave as the taller of the siblings steps out.

“Hey biscuit, what’s wrong?” Oscar asks, though he goes pale as a ghost when she turns to face him and he takes in the damage. “Jesus H Christ on a bike.” 

“What’s the H stand for?” Roger asks blithely, which makes Ash laugh. She gives his hand a squeeze. “She’s alright, just a little bruised.”

“Yes, I can see that Roger,” Oscar’s tone is unusually clipped as he offers Ash a hand, but once Ash is standing, he sighs. “Thank you for keeping her company.”

“She’s our favourite groupie,” Roger shrugs easily, and Ash has to turn to hide her smile. Roger heads back inside as Ash and Oscar get into Oscar’s beat up, shitbox of a car.

“What happened, are you okay?” His voice is so soft as he turns the key in the ignition. Once the car is on, Ash is still quiet, and Oscar leans over her to open the glove compartment, and pass her a travel pack of tissues. Ash’s hands are shaking again.

“I was being dumb, okay? I just got... protective and shit.” It was difficult for her to explain, but Oscar nodded like he knew exactly what she meant.

“Do you wanna get a thickshake?” He asks quietly. Ash’s voice is barely audible when she agrees. They drive to McDonalds in silence, and in the line at the drive through, Ash plugs her phone into the aux cord. They both get chocolate thickshakes and listen to pop music, and when they get home, their father calls out asking how the show was. He doesn’t come out of his office. Ash and Oscar lie through their teeth.

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Happily Ever After

Bucky Barnes X Reader Steve Rogers X OFC Sam Wilson X OFC

The house was crowded, that was something we could all definitely agree on, from our kids being home, taking their kids as well, to Bucky with Y/N, and their children. a/n:this is the final fic in my Steve and Cap series, and I’m so sad to see it end.

12 Years Later

They weren’t the same kids that had cried when they skinned their knees, or asked for ice cream during movie night.  No, they were all adults now, taking care of their own little children.  They had lives of their own, saving the world in ways of their own while I sat on the sidelines happily cheering them on.

“Babe, you knew they were going to grow up eventually.” Krista tugged my arm gently, pulling me into the living room where everyone else was.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t get sentimental over it.” I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her flush to my side.

“I know hun, let’s go make sure the kids haven’t torn the house down.” She smiled softly, resting her head against my shoulder as we headed down to the living room.

The house was crowded, that was something we could all definitely agree on, from our kids being home, taking their kids as well, to Bucky with Y/N, and their children.

“You’re having a baby.” Bucky’s jaw dropped open, shock washing over him like a tidal wave.

“Dad, we told you guys about this at thanksgiving, that we were trying.” Becca placed a hand against her still flat stomach, Aj standing proudly beside her.

“I’m gonna be a grandpa again.” Tears welled up in his eyes.

Becca reached over, pulling him into a tight hug as he cried happily.  Y/N stepped around to Aj, pulling him into a tight hug.  Jesus, that meant we were going to have another grandchild in the family, not including the two children Rosie had.

“We’re never gonna have a quiet house again.” Krista giggled, tightening her hold on my arm.

Rosie and Sammy were standing together, talking to their own set of twins that were just under two years old.  It felt crazy, to watch the kids I’d watch grow up over the years slowly come together to make their own family.

“Rogers, we’re getting too old.” Bucky stood up, heading over to where Krista and I were.

“You’re telling me, that’s the third grandkid of the family.  Haley just started dating someone, so we don’t have to worry about her having any, if she wants to, any time soon.” It’d made me nervous when the kids were all teenagers, how close they’d gotten.

It wasn’t as if we’d kept them locked together when they were young, they’d had other friends, it just seemed fate had other ideas.  They were considered highschool sweethearts, inseparable.  Rosie had been the first to break the news, that her and Sammy were dating when they were eighteen.  Krista was happy for her, supportive in her decision to make her own choices, and Y/N was happy to see them together.

“Is she coming by later?” I nodded to Bucky.

Haley had gone to California for college, so it wasn’t as easy to see her anymore, and not be a helicopter parent constantly.  She called Krista almost daily, telling her about little things here and there, her first heartbreak.  I’d made a promise not to go after anyone who hurt her, emotionally at least.  If anyone ever laid a finger on any of my children they would know what pain truly felt like.

“Maybe Becca will finally get a boy, Sammy’s said the girls get into so much trouble.” I raised a brow over at Bucky.

“As if a boy’s gonna be any easier?  You know as well as I do that boys can be just as bad as girls when they’re young.” Y/N gave him a look from across the room, as if convincing him to argue.

While both Aj, and Sammy weren’t terrible when they were kids, they still put up one helluva fight when they hit their teenage years.  It was hard enough raising three teens at once, but when you have two girls, and a boy, well it got tough.  From first relationships, to their first awkward kisses.

“God, I remember walking in on Aj and Becca, I don’t think I’ve ever heard her scream that loud before.” I couldn’t contain the laugh that slipped through.

He’d accidentally walked in on them kissing, thinking they were studying like they promised, only to come face to face with his daughter and my son swapping spit.  They were both adults though, what else did we expect?

“He wouldn’t look either of us in the eye for a good week, apparently he ended up talking to Peter when he was working and spilled the beans.” I chuckled lowly, glancing over to where Aj, and Becca were sitting together.

They looked happy, it didn’t matter if they were unmarried when she got pregnant with their first child, all that mattered was how they felt together.  It almost reminded me of how Krista and I were at first, nervous around one another, until someone made the first move.

The sound of paws hitting the floor caught both Bucky’s, and Krista’s attention as Sarge headed into the living room.  From the looks of it, he’d woken up from the nap he’d been taking before everyone arrived.

“Hey bud.” I reached down to pat his head, laughing as he licked up my arm.

It was hard thinking about Cap, and Grant, the memories we’d made with them over the years, how happy he made the kids.

“You’re getting upset again, aren’t you?” Krista pulled me back to the present, gently squeezing my arm. “I just miss him at times, he’s what helped bring us together.” Everyone had loved Cap as if he was their own.

“And now we have his son, even if he’s not here with us right now, he’s still in our memories.” I nodded slowly, glancing over at Sarge who’d made himself comfortable at Rosie’s feet.

He looked exactly like Cap, kind of how Aj looked like me, but definitely had some of his mother in him as well.  He’d managed to get our neighbors dog pregnant, and luckily she also owned a labrador as well.  So when she brought over a puppy saying that he was going to be ours, I couldn’t say no.

“Why did I ever agree to more dogs again?” It was a joke, there wouldn’t be a day that we didn’t own a dog, or two.

“To be fair, she didn’t really give you any choice to take him.” That was true, but now I wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Sam showed up around three, his wife Anna following close behind.

“Sorry we’re late, Ella couldn’t find her shoes, even though they were exactly where she’d left em.” Sam gave his daughter a look, one that meant business. “Mom was rushing me anyways, now let me hug Uncle Steve before I tell him what happened to you last week.” Anna rolled her eyes, stepping around them both to hug Krista, and Y/N.

I chuckled to myself, wrapping my arms around Ella and pulling her into a tight hug, she definitely had her mother’s attitude.  She fit right in with the group that we all called a family, especially with having Sam as her father.

“Tony said he and the family should be by around five, I guess they went to pick up Haley for you.” Sam sipped from the drink in his hand, when the hell had he gotten that anyway?

Goddamnit, that man needed to stay out of my phone for longer than five minutes.

“No wonder she didn’t text me, I’ll have to talk to him when he gets here.” I sighed softly, running a hand over my beard.

Krista had made a comment that the gray that had started to come in made me look sexier, as if having gray hair was that bad.  Well, Bucky was more of a test to that than I was, the man started getting grays in his beard for I did.

“I can hear you mentally talking shit Rogers, don’t make me come over there.” I couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped through loudly, sometimes I wouldn’t of been surprised if he truly was a mind reader.

“I’m just talking about your gray, old man.” Bucky pouted, reaching for Y/N who was barely two steps away.

She took one glance at his face before laughing, and plopping down beside him.  Those two could read one another like a book, it was kinda sweet, even after all these years.  Sarge was walking up to everyone, sniffing at their clothes before offering kisses.  Sammy’s twins were ecstatic to see the dog, squealing before running over to be lavished in kisses.

“They’re our own little family, absolutely perfect.” Krista smiled, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Sam, and Anna were standing over with Bucky, and Y/N, talking about the adventures they’d gotten themselves into lately.

“When Y/N had asked me to be in her wedding, she refused to tell me who Bucky’s best man was, I nearly had a heart attack when I ended up seeing you that day.” I raised a brow down at her, this wasn’t something we’d discussed a lot before. “I couldn’t get over how beautiful you looked, and even Cap was curious to see who you were.” She laughed softly, cheeks tinging pink.

“I’d told her that I had a crush on you, had for years, and when I noticed that it was really you, well I was shocked.” So, the woman of my dreams had a crush on me, that didn’t seem so bad.

I wanted to comment on how sweet it was until we were interrupted by Haley swinging open the door and squealing as she ran inside.  Tony, Pepper, and their daughter Morgan weren’t too far behind.  There was a fifth person, but they weren’t close enough to really figure out exactly who it was.

“Dad!  Mom!  I missed you guys.” Haley threw her arms around my neck, pulling Krista and I into a tight hug.

“We missed you too sweetheart, now where’s this special someone I’ve heard so much about?” Oh, that was the other person.

Tony had already integrated himself with everyone else, Pepper making light conversation with Becca as Morgan went over to talk with Ella.  I’d expected someone that reminded me of Haley’s last boyfriend, a no good idiot who luckily didn’t last longer than a couple of weeks.  No, I came face to face with one of her high school best friends, Natalie.

“Hey, long time no see.” I smiled and pulled her into a gentle hug, the realization slowly dawning.

This was who Haley was bringing home for the holidays, and it wasn’t because Natalie’s parents couldn’t have her for the holiday’s.

“It took you long enough to notice.” Krista was looking over at me, Haley giggling by her side.

“It’s been going on for a while, hasn’t it?” I looked over at Haley, huffing when all she did was nod.

Natalie stepped from the embrace, wrapping her free arm around Haley’s waist.  They fit together like two peas in a pod, how the hell did I not see that?

“It’s nice to see you again Mr. Rogers, we were gonna try and make it for Thanksgiving but my parents asked if we could visit them.” I shook my head, dismissing the past holiday.

“No worries, and please call me Steve, Mr. Rogers makes me feel old.” The kids had always complained whenever I told their friends to call Krista or I by our names.  

Hey, it wasn’t always nice to be reminded how old I’d gotten over the years, and that wasn’t even considering how long I’d spent in the ice as well.

“Rogers, come and socialize with your guests.” Tony raised a brow as I raised one right back at him.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, talking amongst the groups they’d made when they had first arrived, or letting Sarge give them plenty of kisses.  I wrapped my arm around Krista’s waist, pulling her further into the living room so that we were with everyone else.

“Man, while I can’t lie and say that I love the holiday’s and that it brings everyone together, it’s also a little sad at the same time.” Bucky stepped over slowly, a glass of cider held loosely in his left hand.

“Yeah, I know Buck.  I think the last Christmas we had celebrated back then was when we were in the war, you ended up getting drunk with everyone since I couldn’t.” Bucky and the crew had gotten so drunk they’d spent the night singing loud enough to startle everyone around em.

It was a pleasant thought, one I’d go back to during the holidays I’d spent alone, when I’d gotten Cap things had changed, and Krista followed suit close behind.  Of course I had my family now, the kids, grandkids, and the friends we all considered family.  It felt different now, a better kind of different.

There were no pressing issues that needed attending, and if there were they’d had new Avengers, people who’d stepped up to take our places.  The biggest thing I ever had to worry about was what I’d do for Krista when our anniversary came up.  And it was too, so I’d definitely have to give that some thought before the night was over.

The day seemed to slip by slowly, sun settling behind the horizon as we all settled down to eat dinner.  Granted there was enough food to feed a small army, and then enough for leftovers, but Bucky and I could eat more than half of the food.  The twins were eating happily, laughing as Sarge sniffed their plates.  He always behaved though, never eating off their plates unless given permission.  He reminded me so much of Captain that I would’ve sworn they simply cloned the old dog.

“I’m absolutely stuffed, food was incredible guys.” Sam threw down his napkin, patting his stomach with a long but satisfied sigh.

“That’s cause Steve finally learned how to cook, and he may have asked Y/N and I for help a couple of days ago.” I shrugged, nothing wrong with asking for help when I needed it.

Conversation seemed to flow easily, drinks being filled when the first was emptied.  The twins had abandoned their plates, choosing to play in the living room for the time being.  Perfectly fine, they’d be able to tire themselves out before Sammy, and Rosie had to take them home anyway.

“How about we go and open gifts before have dessert, that way if the kids fall asleep afterwards they can sleep.” Rosie agreed immediately, getting out of her chair to tell the girls what we were doing.

Everyone made their way out to the living room slowly, making sure not to step on a kid, or Sarge who was curiously following.  Gifts were passed out once everyone was sitting down, the twins tearing into the paper to squeal happily at their new toys.  Of course they’d also gotten clothes, that they were surprisingly excited to get.  I could remember a time when kids absolutely hated getting clothes on Christmas.

Tony, the man who always did too much, got everyone new Stark Tech phones, that were guaranteed to outlast any phone that was on the market.  I couldn’t be mad though, his were a lot easier to operate anyway.

Bucky laughed as he opened his box, staring down at the shirt.  “Worlds Best Grandpa”.  It had been a running joke for years, mostly because Bucky was technically the oldest out of everyone.

Y/N nearly lunged herself at Bucky when she pulled out a car key, I couldn’t quite recognize the logo from too far but I was sure it was something she’d had her eye on for a while.  He always loved getting her extravagant things during the holidays.  

I reached next to my thigh, grabbing the small box that held Krista’s gift, handing it over to her almost nervously.  I’d had to nearly get a lawyer to get the item back from the Smithsonian, god that was a nightmare.

“Steve..are these?” She grabbed the chain, pulling the dog tags from the box. “Yeah, I’ve always wanted to give them to you, I was able to get them back about a month ago, got em polished so they didn’t look so dingey.” Her eyes welled up with tears, hand covering her mouth as she cried.

Anxiety raced through my body, was it a mistake?  Should I have gotten her something else?

“I love them Steve, thank you.” She laughed, pulling me down into a kiss.

I cupped her cheek gently, kissing her back.  The tension slowly bled out, her hands coming up to wrap around my neck.

“I couldn’t ask for anything more perfect.” Her whisper was too soft for anyone else to hear, but just loud enough for me.

“You’re welcome doll.” I pulled my arms from her waist, taking the chain into my hands to help put it on her.

Everyone else had seemed to relax, knowing that I’d given something that meant more to me in a past life than anything.  This was where life was supposed to lead me, I wasn’t the same man that I was back then.

She reached down for a box, it looked too big to hold just a sweater or something of the like.  So what in the world had she gotten me?

I took the gift from her, tearing open the paper as I stared down at the cover of what looked to be a photo album.  Flipping open the cover I felt my emotions begin to bubble over.  There were tons of pictures of Cap, and Grant.  There were ones of Cap laying next to Krista, belly swollen when she was pregnant with the twins, to Grant sleeping beside Rosie when she’d had a bad nightmare.

“You’re perfect, thank you so much babe.” I laughed, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I know how much you miss them, and what better way to keep a memory than with five hundred different photos.” She laughed at my expression, I wasn’t entirely sure how I looked in the moment.

I looked at how thick the album was, and noticed that though it looked thin enough, the photos were all different sizes.  No wonder there were so many.  It wasn’t even just photos of Krista, the pups, and the kids.  Everyone was included, from Sam wrestling with Cap, to Bucky snoring on the couch with Grant asleep on him.

I’d be able to have memories to look back on for years to come, remembering the good times that filled my life.  And it was all thanks to my dog Captain. FIN

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Nnnnnnngggghhhh it’s part 2 of Mellz plays KH2 on the PS2!

It’s been a while since I got around to working on this part but since we’re all in quarantine I thought I’d catch up on my commentary.

If this is your first time tuning in, why not check out part 1 before reading?? In there you’ll also find links to my commentary of KH1 and Re:CoM on the PS2

On that note, let’s continue shall we?

To recap. We lost some pics, we found some pics, Seifer is a bitch. We did odd jobs and fought bees, we got robbed at stick point. Roxas keeps having dreams that act as exposition dumps for anyone who hasn’t played KH1. Roxas met Namine and he followed her to the mansion but got lost on the way there and wrong warped to the Station of Serenity via sandlot. Oh, we fought this game’s version of the Darkside Heartless but this time it’s a wormy, white Nobody. I really, really hate it! Hayner thinks Roxas loves Seifer more than him because it’s the epitome of “it’s not what it looks like”. Today, we Struggle to rekindle our friendship.

The next morning? Afternoon? EVENING? Nobody knows because it’s always the same time of day from morning until night and from night until morning! The Struggle tournament is about to begin. Tensions still seem on the rise before the preliminaries start, Hayner has very little to say to Roxas at this time. I’m not ready at this point so I decide to delay the fight and talk the townspeople and fight Seifer once again for old time’s sake. Our combatants are relayed the rules and the first round is between Roxas and his best friend, Hayner. Both the boys are a little somber as the countdown starts. Roxas is still feeling guilty about yesterday, but Hayner doesn’t care. He’s not angry at Roxas, he’s been so quiet because he’s so concentrated on the tournament!

Battle ensues.

I win because that’s the only way to progress. Roxas and Hayner make up and be all cute again. The next fight is between Seifer and Vivi.

Rose: “This is like... any person fighting Yoda”

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Seifer got MESSED UP!

His pride after this was so squashed he DROPPED OUT OF THE TOURNAMENT, leaving Hayer in line for 3rd place. Seifer was willing to throw away a place in top 3 because he lost to blue Yoda.

I like how Roxas is ready to fucking pummel Vivi here AFTER time runs out. No mercy.

…oh my gosh it turns out this Vivi was a Dusk Nobody all along who could have seen that coming...?

*gasp* It’s HIM

My favorite bastard!

Axel: “Talk about blank with a capital ‘B’...”

Rose: “Talk about BITCH with a capital ‘B’!”

I love Axel to death in case you haven’t guessed that yet but that doesn’t mean I don’t ever drag him. He moves like a goddamn weasel. He’s as skinny as one too.

I win the fight because I’m the protagonist, and then DiZ shows his pretty face for the first time to our boy. Axel knows who he is? I’m guessing from Castle Oblivion? Unless there’s some Days stuff I’m not remembering. Things get weird again, DiZ and Axel call out Roxas’s name and their voices warp all funky and I remember getting secondhand embarrassment every time I watched this scene when I was younger!

Roxas has a mild freak out and calls out for his friends, poor thing. This seems to make everything normal. What passes for normal around here, sure... and the real Vivi falls face first onto the arena and has no recollection of ever participating. He didn’t. A Dusk just unceremoniously dumps his unconscious body off in the middle of a tournament. We then snag first place, but to add one more rank, as reigning champion, Roxas has to win against this Crispin Freeman motherfucker, obtain a special belt, and bragging rights for a whole-ass year.

My strategy? As long as I have more orbs than my opponent I win so I just hit Setzer once and run around the stage until time’s up. Not that I can’t fairly win against him. Is this the only time we get to fight Setzer? Seems kind of a waste to make a model and moveset if he’s got such a miniscule role.

We actually CAN fail this and still progress but I’m not a quitter. I’m gonna get Roxas that belt. So I did. The Twilight Town gang are once again sitting atop the clock tower, revel in Roxas’s victory, and each kid gets one of the crystals fixed to the trophy. ICE CREAM TIME! But Roxas is an idiot, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree now does it? stands up in like, 2 frames, and slips off the clock tower to his death. Rest in pieces.

This scene ends and we see a young lady walking alone after school. It’s Kairi! This is my favorite version of her. So she and Selphie start talking about Riku, the island they used to go to all the time, and another boy nobody remembers.

IDK how this telepathy works, while Roxas is still falling in slow-motion there’s a three way conversation between him, Kairi, and Sora himself chimes in a bit. Roxas mistakes Kairi for Namine, Kairi corrects him, “you’re that girl he likes” he says, Kairi desperately asks for a name, Roxas tells her HIS OWN name, NO NO you dolt Kairi wants this other guy’s name, see this is how wingmanning works. Sora’s all like “gee thanks for remembering me. I’ll give you a hint”.

Kairi gently pollutes the ocean with a message in a bottle, somehow the bottle heads out towards the great unknown despite the tide coming IN? I would think the bottle would kinda just... float in one spot for a bit? Or at least back to shore.

Next we’re back in the computer room with DiZ and this black clad man, who we finally get to learn is Ansem. But uh... He ain’t tho.

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My least favorite part of Roxas’s part is coming up... OK OK OK so falling from great heights during battle is perfectly safe but falling off the clock tower could kill Roxas? Seems legit.

A’ight Olette is really cracking down on the summer homework and uh. They got no topic for their independent studies yet. This was me during most of my highschool career. Roxas suggests the weird stuff happening around HIM, because the world revolves around him (little does he know...) and Hayner shoots that idea down IMMEDIATELY. Turns out, they’re gonna search the town tomorrow for answers, the whole town’s gonna help out. How sweet!  Roxas’s reaction here is so pure.

Wait so Roxas has been telling his friends about the dreams he’s been having? I would have liked to see that! Like, their reactions to them.

I went to check out the dart board and Rose starts laughing and says she read “examine” like how Namine is pronounced. Anyway, what is the gnag gonna study? The Seven Wonders of Twilight Town. *yaawwn*

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Oof, another example of “couldn’t care less” being misspoken as “could care less”. If you COULD care less that implies you already DO care. IT’S “COULDN’T CARE LESS”, RAIJIIN!!!

*fights Seifer one last time for good measure*

“The time has come! Our hunt for the Seven Wonders begins!” Pence is such a dork. I love him.

KNOW WHAT WOULD BE AN INTERESTING WONDER? IF THESE STAIRS ACTUALLY DID COUNT DIFFERENTLY UP AND DOWN BUT NO RAIJIIN IS JUST A DUNCE!

The Wall. These legitimate answers are lame as hell. Oh someone must have been throwing a ball oh but we know the truth.

The next “mystery” are voices in the access tunnels. It’s Vivi! But no, it’s probably not considering our track record. Now there’s 3. OH NO THEY KEEP MULTIPLYING! The real Vivi arrives and lets Roxas borrow his struggle bat so he can practice fighting by himself but oh wait... That was also a Dusk. These guys just... really don’t know when to quit. Aaaand this is where we stop for now. My capture card stopped recording. Or maybe it was just my imagination. Yes that’s right. I’m recoding this with COMMENTARY! I’m putting all my favorite parts into a compilation. Hopefully I’ll get those up on my channel soon.

Ta-ta for now! The sooner I finish this game the sooner I can move on to the remasters on PS4!

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RETURN OF THE RWBY MICKSTERECAPS-(Rwby Volume 6x01 “Argus Limited” spoilers)

HEY EVERYBLOODY-sorry I’m a day late, went to a punk show and got home around 2 AM-EITHER WEITHER-let’s get to the show!

WE START OUT WITH-

A niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice and snowy landscape, *SIGH* so peaceful-BUT SUDDENLY-

0:28 First rule of Rwby, any scene that starts with a train is gon’ have SHIT GOIN’ DOWN YO!

0:32 See that? Giant fluffy Manticore Grimm-BUT THAT FUCKER GETS SLASHED-

0:38 I love the smell of Grimm dust *SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFF* smells like victory-BUT THEN-

0:45 A WILD WEISS APPEARS-all smilin’ and KICKIN’ ASS!

0:57 AND FINALLY-

BUMBLEBEE-fighting together with absolutely no awkward tension between the two of them at a-PFFT-HAHAHAHAHA-oh I couldn’t say that with a straight face, but seriously they’re in a better place than last season. ALSO-

1:05  TEAM JNR-fashionably late as always, the sassy bitches.

Nora: WHY IS IT ALWAYS SOMETHING?!

Jaune: BECAUSE WE TRAVEL WITH MILO MURPHY’S ALCOHOLIC COUSIN!

And everybody just starst BLASTING THE SHIT OUT OF GRIMM-Ren sniping with knife guns, Jaune blocking with his shield, and Nora just doing her thing-ALSO-

1:17 FIRST RENORA MOMENT OF THE SEASON-at least ONE section of the shippers will be sated...although I DO find it weird how the two haven’t kissed on screen  yet, I mean like why not? They are UNDOUBTEDLY a couple now, what they tryna hide? Its kinda like how in a lot of Shonen manga when NO official couple kisses on screen, just odd to me.

Everything’s going fine...well fine for battle standards-UNTIL-

1:24 Jaune: TUNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!

Damn Miles has some pipes.

Everybah starts RUNNIN’ to the tunnel-BUT-

1:29

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWeiss gets suckerblasted by one of the manticore Grimm-IS THIS HER END?! 

NOPE-almost girlfriend to the rescue! AND THEN-

1:33 WHITEROSE COMBO MOVE-awesome.

WOO-that was one god damn minute and a half, like seriously! After that triumphant scene I’m sure we won’t transition to something absolutely horrifyi-

2:23 Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus Adam, you do NOT take getting dumped lightly do you? Ah well, at least he has that expensive chai-

2:32 *SLASH*

DAMMIT ADAM-what’d that chair ever do to you? Could’ve at least sold it at a Pawn shop, got a couple hundred Lien I’m betting, absolutely wasteful, SHAME Adam-SHAME! 

ATHENCUTTO-

2:44 THE TRAIN STATION FROM AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER-but in the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuture! Nah it ain’t, but it TOTALLY looks like that right?

Qrow than gives a shameless recap-I MEAN-reads his own letter that he’s sending to General Ironwood(he probably wrote it drunk so I’m betting he was checking for spalling erors...don’t you JODGE me) which he ends with-

3:43 “See you soon, bro”.

‘Daaaaaaaaw!

BUT THEN-a wild Ruby appears, utterly excited that her train’s coming up so she could get out of that god damned train station! I understand her antsyness, the wait can be a NIGHTMARE!

3:50

Well that hall way has enough space, I’m sure Ruby can just saunter on over to the gift shop-

...or use her semblance and dash on over there like a crazy person. One of these days your gonna HIT someone young lady-GAH!

Team...RWBY...OJNR...Ruby O’Junior, yeah let’s go with that, then has a short moment of shooting the shit.

Heh, look at these two, fussing over gifts-PROTECT THESE SWEET BABY CHILDREN AT ALL COSTS! 

ALSO-a random Nora Beach fantasy!

...that apparently leaked its way into reality. Oscar H. Pines, Nora is so thirsty to see Ren in a swimsuit she alters time and SPACE!

BUT-just when you thought everybody is completely happy about this-

4:31 WEISS-casually reminds everyone how hard it was for her to escape her abusive father, and how this is hard for her-CONTINUITY!

After Ruby than gives the obligatory pep-talk-WE ARE INTRODUCED TO-

-Dee and Dudley, two corrupt pro-huntsman who try to shake down Ruby O’Junior, one of whom is JUST 2 weeks from retirement.

They also condescendingly tell them they’ll give them extra protection if they pay them...did...did these idiots NOT watch the news?! THEY’RE PRACTICALLY A SUPERHERO TEAM!

AND NOW-the greatest Rwby Reaction pose of ALL time-

5:05

THIS right here, THIS is art.

Qrow than shows up and GIVES THEM THE BUSINESS! No-one tries to shake down HIS kids! 

5:17

Look at Dee’s dumbfounded ass face after talking back, this is Qrow fucking BRANWEN mother fucker! Now go lock that gate that Adam sneaked into!

5:48 Oscar: I’m sure glad its our job saving the world and not theirs.

Jaune: Yeah, now if ONLY one of us didn’t hide a billion secrets from all of us because reasons.

Ozpin: Okay let me at him.

Oscar: YOU SIT IN YOUR SHAME OLD MAN!

After that, everyone in Team Ruby O’Hara is READY to go, except for Blake which Weiss points out...in the best way possible-

5:55 Weiss: Just waiting for Blake, as usual.

HAHA-she abandoned her team for months on end.

A THEN CUT TO-

6:02 Blake saying good-bye to her almost-ex-girlfriend Ilia, and its just SWEET.

6:24 WHOA-that’s a little forward Ili-

6:25 Ooooooooooh that was DIRTY Rooster Teeth, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID! DAH-but its still a cute good bye-ALSO-

6:55 BEST BOY SUN WUKONG-here to say good bye as well!

OH-and Neptune’s here too. Hi Neptune, still living under that idiotic lady killer facade?

Neptune: OH...I didn’t know Ilia was gonna be here.

Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyup.

7:22 Blake: Wrong tree.

Sun: Yeah teaching him gaydar is one of many many MANY reasons I gotta rejoin my team.

The two than have a nice heart to heart about where they’re going in life, Sun needs to go back to Vacuo to be with his team he LITERALLY abandoned, Blake needs to save the world from a Maleficent cosplayer, they’re just passing ships in the night and it comes to a head...when Sun says this-

7:55 Sun:I GO WHERE I’M NEEDED...and...you don’t need me anymore!

Blake:...well when you say it like that it sound sad.

Aw man, sad Blake ears.

Sun(paraphrased): Despite everything I had a lot of fun but-

-you’re with who you’re supposed to be with now.

Bumblebee shippers will interpret THAT how they want to and I. Do. Not. Blame. THEM!

Sun and Blake than finish off their good bye saying they’ll probably see it again(and by probably we know definitely because COME ON Michael Jones is one of the heavy hitters in Rooster Teeth). The good bye then ends-

-with a cute Blacksun peck on the cheek. Feel conflicted about which ship for Blake is better yet? If not, you haven’t been watching this show so...what the hell are you reading this blog for? SHORT CUT TO-

8:49 

Neptune: I dunno man, it feels like your just letting her go.

Says the guy who can’t stick to one crush for more than five seconds. Notice how he didn’t say hi to Weiss? Because she’s logically MAD you blue haired Lothario!

AFTER THAT-there’s THIS little scene:

Sun: Now that your leader’s back and hardened from battle, I’ve gotta focus all of my time on getting you boys ready for the wastelands.

9:01

Neptune: *SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH*.

Anyone else think Neptune’s sigh might mean something more than just annoyance? I know Sun said his team was okay with the small hiatus, but what if they weren’t? Also maybe he was insulted by Sun implying that his team was just standing around without him, that while Sun was going on his adventure time standed still with them. Sun’s a good kid, and was mature enough to let Blake go once she got her real team back, but even to his own admittance he’s not the best leader. Just saying, food for thought.

A THEN CUT TO-

9:05 A nice snowy train where nothing bad is gonna happen. And INSIDE THE TRAIN-

-a totally not-suspicious looking Maz Napata from Star Wars meets old lady Katara from Legend of Korra who will TOTALLY not interact with the main cast...totally. BUT-enough about that-BEHOLD-

9:22 ALL of team Rwby sleeping in a bunkbed room like the good old days-HUZZAH! But all is not well AS THERE IS ALSO-

SUPER AWKWARD TENSION BETWEEN YANG AND BLAKE! But nah, Yang tells Blake that while things are weird and it’ll take a while before things get back to normal, she glad she and her posse are back together which PROMPTS-

THIS cuteness, which Whiterose shippers will interpret how they will.

Either way its TIME TO PLAY VIDEO GAM-

*CRASH*

10:31

DAMN that was a tough crash, it made Qrow lose his usually iron grip on booze! A THEN CUT TO-

...the...beginning of the episode...yeah I don’t know why they wrote the story like this either, I guess to start the season with a bang in showing how team RWBY is back in sync but I dunno.

But hey don’t worry, DEE AND DUDLEY are on the case, and I’m sure it TOTALLY doesn’t matter that Dee is two weeks from retirement!

*GASP* I am truly shocked. You shall always be remembered Dee, as a creepy weirdo who tried shake down a bunch of highschoolers for money.

THEN fighting fighting fighting, AND THEN-Dundey remembers he’s a security officer in charge of a high tech train!

12:06

I show four pictures here to point out that that WHOLE sequence took less than a MINUTE! Its like WE GET IT Rooster Teeth, you have an animation budget now! 

It also activated the turrets which take out ALL four of these Grimm, which I’m SURE the boss Grimm won’t notic-

12:46 Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhit it  noticed. It tells the lesser Grimm to attack the turrets and...oh god I found this by accident but it must be shared-

It landed-ASS FIRST! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

And as to be expected knocking out the turrets didn’t JUST take out their defenses-

But ALSO-put the passengers in danger. Its like, use the turrets some Grimm die but they’ll attack the train more, DON’T use the turrets and they’ll attack anyway with less dead grimm, its a total catch 22!

Obviously bad-ass Qrow Branwen realizes and gets his TOP GUY TO STOP DUNDY-

...Oscar...desperate times I suppose.

Dundey like an idiot DOESN’T listen to the logical decision to turn off the glowing red fuck me spots for the Grimm to hit, and even MORE idiotically-

*CRACK* NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

...decides to hang from the SIDE of a train going into a tunnel....instead of finding a way to duck...how many good Huntsmen/Huntresses did Salem’s unnamed faction kill, because I can’t help thinking he and his late partner were scraped from the bottom of the barrel.

BACK in the train, everyone’s as completely calm as they possibly could be.

14:19 Qrow: I SAID, turn those damn things OFF! *SLAM*

Seriously, in this situation Qrow is SUPER calm, I’d wanna kick his ass too.

Ruby then ACTUALLY calmly asks the guy to turn off the turrets(she’s got resolve of STEEL that one) AND THEY COME UP WITH A PLAN-to use a combo of Jaune’s Aura-booster powers and Ren’s emotion mask powers to mask the train. A plan that I’m sure will go off without ONE hit-

15:32 Oscar: I’m afraid there’s one complication.

Son of a god damned bitch Oz, I SWEAR TO GOD!

“The Grimm are also attracted...to this.”

Logically team Rugby O’Shaunnesy is as pissed at Oz as the fans for putting everyone in danger without telling them because he’s a mysterious wizard.

BUT-they gotta stay on task and kick Oscar in the nuts later, THEY MUST SAVE THE PYORPLES!

Sadly, they realize that they have to seperate the car with the passengers masked by Ren and Jaune, from the one with Team RWBY Qrow and a dumb old man in a child’s body. The two teams have to say good bye.

Jaune: Only if you’ll promise you’ll meet us there.

Ruby: Promise.

Weiss: Just know it’ll probably take a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time for us to get there.

Qrow: I estimate about 12 to 14 epis-I MEAN days.

Team Bad-name-pun then SPRINGS INTO ACTION-getting all the passengers in the front car-

16:29

-including this one bespectacled passenger who will in no way affect the plot in any way no and forever QUIT ASKING ABOUT IT!

Blake then cuts the cable cars-BUT SEES-

GAH-stalker much? I can’t believe Adam followed them-OR DID HE-

Is it actually Adam, or PTSD induced hallucination, FIND OUT NEXT EPISODE!

And what’s cool about the next sequence is that it needed NO explanation, you get it obviously from what you see.

Rubes gets JUST enough of a signal from Nora-

-so the MOMENT the Grimm land-

17:02

“NOW!”

-they start the maneuver.

No real comment on here other than how I LOVE how the black and white color palette over-takes the colored train car.

And then BACK TO FIGHTING!

And dear GOD there are so many great Grimm-kills here, so many I’d be here ALL day cutting and pasting every single one so I’ll just put the boss take down-STEP ONE-

Yang slides herself to the back-

-Blake THROWS it to Yang-

-AND YANG JUST PUNCHES THAT SHIT BACK-

-tying that greasy Grimm in PLACE-WHICH WEISS CONTINUES-

-with a classic “Freeze that fucker’s wings off attack”(with assistance from Ruby and Qrow of course for shattering said wings)-and then Uncle and Niece-

-get they scythes in gear-

-AND THEY SLASH THAT BITCH IN TWO! AND.THIS.IS.JUST.THE.FIRST.EPISODE!

BUT-the beast lets out ONE last fireball knocking them off track and....EVERYONE IS OKAY-incluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuding-

-THIS LADY-whose name I’ve read is Maria Callavera! Turns out she WASN’T just a random side character, I couldn’t tell with how HEAVILY lampshaded it was!

AND THAT’S VOLUME 6 EP 1-a fantastic start to the season with AMAZING action and animation, and great story-progression. Minor criticism, I still feel they didn’t need to do a “Something hours earlier” thing with the train battle, they could’ve easily done the story in sequential order and it would have worked just as well if not better. BUT-I still loved it and I hope you did to. If you liked what you read, consider donating to my Paypal on my blog page, I’d appreciate it. SEE YA NEXT WEEK ON MICKSTERECAPS!

[spicyyy-muffin]

Bug- BadBoy!Shawn

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Words: 1,876

Warnings: Langauge, violence

Genre: Fluff and slight angst 

This party was a horrible idea. You knew it. Amanda knew it. Charlie knew it, but yet they still dragged you along with them. Fucking friends right?

“Guys I don’t know if I can do this.” You mumbled under your breath, looking the body sized mirror fixing your hair for the thousandth time.

“y/n, we have been over this ten times. It’s just a small get together with a few people. They’re gonna have some beer maybe some cake, movies, that’s literally it.” Amanda said applying some last touches to her lipstick.

“Yeah you have nothing to worry about babe.” Charlie plotted herself down on your bed.

“Yeah except Charlie’s gonna be sticking her tongue down Justin’s throat tonight.” Amanda laughed into the mirror. Charlie scoffed throwing your pillow at her. “I am NOT”

“Charlieeeee, weee knoowww youuu likeee himm!” You sang.

“You guys are delusional, I don’t even know what you are talking about. I don’t have a thing for Justin,” she paused “right y/n?” She looked up at you.

“Yeah ‘small get together’ my fucking ass Amanda.” You said pulling up to the frat house. “Okay, but, I knew you guys weren’t gonna come if I said Andrew invited me.” “ANDREW INVITED YOU!” Charlie and you practically screamed at the same time.

“Andrew as in Shawn’s best friend, Andrew?”

“No, as in Justin Bieber’s best friend .” She scoffed getting out of her mom’s minivan. “You seriously need to get over your fear of him.”

“It’s not a fear.” You said defending yourself, as the three of you made your way up the brick stones. “I’d call it more of a, slight precaution. And I have Alex, he said if Shawn gives me shit, to tell him and he’ll take care of it.” You said

“Oh yeah, of course, how could I forget about your lame ass boyfriend.” Charlie scoffed rolling her eyes. “You seriously need to dump that guy he’s such a dick.”

The door opened as boobs bethany opened the door. “Oh my god! You guys made it! Come in! Come in!”

Walking past her and into the crowded living room was a challenge itself ‘don’t look at the boobs, don’t do it y/n’ you had to repeat it to yourself, because, well, she wasn’t called boobs Bethany for nothing.  

“The drinks are in there,” she said pointing towards the kitchen behind the swinging wooden door. “And the rEALLY hot guys are out there.” She said pointing to the backyard, to the pool.

“Oh my god! There’s Justin!” Charlie said just as fast as she walked away.

“Do you want me to go get drinks?” I yelled into Charlie’s ear.

“Yeah! Make sure to poor some alcohol for me. I’m feeling dumb tonight!” She yelled back walking towards the back door.

Pushing into the kitchen you saw the line of different alcohol bottles. And the punch….never drink the punch. Grabbing two red solo cups you opted for half vodka and sprite for Amanda and…. Dr.Pepper for you. No way in hell was anyone gonna make you drink.

“Do you need help there love.” A chin rested on your shoulder, looking over you realised it was Alex.

“Hey babe!.” You smiled back. “The famous y/n comes to a party wooow, you’d never do that for me.”

Your smile altered. “Yeah? I guess it wasn’t for you.”

He laughed looking away then turning his attention back to you. “Who was it for then?”

“Me.” You simply stated. He bursted out laughing.”You? Babe come on this isn’t your crowd. You belong home with a book and hot chocolate.” He said wiping his mouth off.

“Right, because that’s all women are good for, right? Wow you are such a dick. Let me know when you think higher of how amazing women are, then higher of what is in between their legs.” You walked away, to find Amanda. Alex was a good guy when he wanted to be, treated you well, liked you a lot, but he was never that push you needed. And especially never the guy you picture yourself with.

“Hey love, you okay?” Amanda said, her smile altering as you handing her drink over.

Your head snapped up. “What? Yeah? No, i’m good, drunk guys are just assholes.” You said slightly mumbling the last part under your breath.

“Okay! Good! So y/n, this is Andrew.” She said. You reached your hand out shaking his, while looking up, he was pretty handsome, scrawny but muscular, and gorgeous locks on his head.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Amanda talks a lot about you!” You smiled “Good things I hope!”

“All good.” He smiled back at you before moving to the side, my view landed on the person I was hoping to avoid. Shawn. “And this is my buddy shawn.”

With the most annoying smirk on his face he reached his hand over.

“I’m Shawn, sorry didn’t catch the name, you are?” “y/n, my name is y/n.”

“Hey Andrew do you wanna come out to my car real quick so you can grab that shirt?” Amanda said breaking the awkward tension between the four of you.

As she slowly turned around (not before she sent you a wink of course) Andrew pointed a finger at Shawn and under his breath mumbled a quick “be good”. Shawn, being well, shawn, raised his hands in defense. “I always am, aren’t I?” Andrew let out a low chuckle and walked away.

“So, bug, how have you been?” He said, his smirk ripping back onto his face.

“Pretty good, no thanks to you.” You stated looking down to your feet. His cold hand lifted your chin back up. “You mean no thanks to that piece of shit boyfriend of yours.”

You were exhausted. You had known Shawn for about four months now and every time you talked he brought up your “no good boyfriend” or “your micro-penis of a douchebag”. It was getting annoying, fighting him, defending Alex.

“Yeah, I guess whatever.” You mumbled ripping your chin away.

“Wow, so no ‘you don’t even know him Shawn’ and oh my favorite ‘you bring this up every conversation’”

“No, I guess I’m just not feeling down to let boys walk on me tonight.” You said finally looking up at him, when his eyes turned deadly. “Who.” You sighed, taking a step back. “Shawn, please don’t start this tonight, I--”

“BABYYYY!” You shut your eyes. Alex was drunk. Again.

“YYYY/NNN!! BABBEEEE COMEEERRRE”. You looked at Shawn when suddenly a heavy arm came over your shoulder. “Heyyy babe, i missed youuuu, after you got mad at me I had to find Ella. You weren’t giving me attention what was I supposed to do?” You ripped his arm off of your shoulder. That name, that name was never good.  “Ella?” You questioned pushing him back slightly. She was known as the highschool hook-up, could take on any guy, as if it was a challenge.

“Yeah! Ella you know, my usual hook-up? No I mean, my hook-up when you are being a little bitch.” He was drunk off of his ass. But there was no way in hell you were letting a piece of shit talk to you that way. You looked at Shawn and he slowly raised his fist but before he landed on his target, you did it for him.

You punched Alex, square in the way. He looked surprised,like you had caught him off guard, when you punched him again, and again, and again, before you felt someone lift you off of him. All you could was red, your chest raising up and down as you failed to catch your breath. “We’re over Alex! You can go fuck yourself, no better yet go fuck that piece of-” you were cut off by Shawn turning you around in his arms and pressing your face into his chest. “Stay the fuck away or next time I won’t pull her off of you, I’ll be the one you want pulled off of you.” His voice was deep, and demanding like a sergeant giving orders.

It wasn’t until you and Shawn were in front of the house could you feel the tears dripping off of your face. You felt angry, and betrayed, not because Alex was cheating, but because you had defended him, time, after time, after time and you had started to believe your own lies. That he was truly a good guy.

“Oh bug.” Shawn whispered pulling you back into his arms. “Im sorry--I---I--- should have listened you but----” you choked on your words. “Shhhh, it’s okay. I forgive you.” He kissed the top of your head slightly nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Lets walk home yeah?”

You looked up at him slowly nodding your head and wiping your nose off, but before you could walk away you heard slight shuffling of feet. Looking to your left, Amanda and Andrew were making out. You let out a chuckle, tugging at Shawns hoodie pointing towards them. He looked over laughing slightly, shaking his head, while he tugged at the roots of his brown curly hair.

“You think you’ll ever cut it short again?” He looked at you with crazy eyes, as he started following you to your house.

“What? My hair?” You nodded. “What’s wrong with my hair? You don’t like it bug?” He inquired with curious. Looking down at you.

“No, I was gonna say I like your hair like this, suits you.”

“Oh yeah? Well I don’t know if I can call you bug anymore. You certainly weren’t afraid of hitting that jack-ass. I think you need a nickname more, more, what’s the word?” He stopped in his tracks, snapping his finger at you. “Feisty!”

“Oh really?” You smiled.

“Yeah, maybe something like lioness? No that’s lame. Ummmm” You looked up at him like long slender fingers were playing with his lip when he looked busy at thinking. It was actually quite adorable.

“Bee!” He whole face lit up as he laughed to himself. “Get it? Because you are tiny and cute, but when you sting it hurts like a bitchh.” He looked down at you. “But I can teach you how to hit harder, the pressure points of where to hit.” He reached down grabbing your already bruising knuckles. As you stopped in front of your front door. “Teach you what part of the hand to hit with.” He raised your knuckles to his lips. Slightly kissed the raw skin, until he hit a cut, you hissed pulling your hand back.

“Next time, let me beat his face in. Yeah? I don’t like seeing you get hurt? I’m supposed to be the dangerous one, remember?”

“Yeah, I’ll give you the next one Mendes. But I’m holding you to teaching me-”

“Yeah, yeah okay bee.” He pulled you into a hug. “I’ll sneak into your room tomorrow. You better behave until then.” You pulled away looking at his worried eyes, punching his shoulder.

“I always do.” You said in a deep voice.

“Are you mocking me? Oh that’s it.” He pulled your waist into him, digging his fingers into your stomach. You burst out laughing. “Oh my! And she’s ticklish too!”

masterlist- seriously so much bad boy shawn is coming