#if i ever saw one i'd. name it jesse

[fragonreal]

the big three alligator - fat wide snoot crocodile - dorito shaped snoot gharial - pencil thin snoot wait youve never heard of a gharial before? shameful. heres some pictures i stole from google

[lostcherise]

Goner

Summary: In which Jesse Pinkman grows some balls and finally asks you out to prom.

Warnings: high school (they're both 18 ok), use of marijuana, piv sex, finger fucking, dry humping, cunnilingus, car sex, Jesse pinkman!!!

word count: 6,177

A/N: it's been like 5 years since I've last written anything so bear with my rusty ass. I thought I'd get back to it with a bit of Jesse Pinkman, cause there's not enough of him around to satisfy my needs, so I took matters into my own hands. This is also posted on ao3 so if you see this there, that's me!! Hope you enjoy!!

Jesse Pinkman was no suave ladies man. 

Sure, he could talk his way into a girl's pants every now and then, but that was only when there were no feelings involved. That wasn't the case with you, though. He was crushing and boy was he crushing hard. So hard it clouded his mind whenever you were remotely close to him, be it in class or passing him by in the hallway. 

He never heard the end of it from Skinny Pete and Badger too, always on his ass about the way he acted at the mere mention of your name. He was a goner. He even got himself in embarrassing situations by his infatuation with you. Like that one time during Mr. White's chemistry class when he was caught ogling at you from the table on your left. 

"Pinkman." Mr. White's stern voice broke him out of his trance. "How boring does this class have to be that you opt to continuously stare at miss Y/L/N?" 

Blood rushed up to his cheeks, embarrassed he bore his gaze into the jagged corner of the table. A couple of muffled snickers echoed behind him, he didn't even dare to lift his gaze up and look over his shoulder to cuss them out. 

He was brave enough to look up in your direction, though, and his breath hitched in is throat. You were looking at him. That was the first moment you ever both locked eyes with each other and it was at his fucking expense. The first time you looked at him and it was when he was fucking caught staring at you like a creep. 

Maybe he was delusional, but he swore he saw the faintest hint of a smile gracing your glossy lips. And shit. Were you blushing? 

His heart fluttered. He was officially a goner. 

"Shit man. We can't go to prom by ourselves like a bunch of losers. Again." Badger whined, giving his locker a harsh shove. The echoing sound earning a glare from Jesse who had been lost in his train of thoughts just moments ago. 

"Speak for yourself, yo. Already got myself a date." Skinny, smirked and rolled his shoulders back in a more confident stance. He earned two shocked stares from his friends, with Badger letting out yet another raspy whine.

"Stop bluffing, yo." Jesse scoffed and smacked his chest. 

"Nah, man it's true. I'm going with Jennifer Stine, yo." Skinny smirked at his friends shocked faces, his smirk widened when Badger started stomping his legs like a fucking two year old. He hung his head low in defeat, shoulders slumped. However, that only lasted for a couple of seconds, his head snapped up and a shit eating grin graced his face, he was looking directly at Jesse. That couldn't be good. 

"I'm gonna ask Y/N to pro-" Badger didn't even get to finish his sentence before Jesse pushed him into the lockers and grabbed him by the collar. He was seething, his icy blues were glaring up at Badger, but in his mind all he could picture was his friend's grimy hands on your waist as you were slow dancing. There was no way in hell he could let that happen. 

"Back the fuck off, she's off limits." Jesse seethed through gritted teeth. 

"Why, man? You won't even talk to her." Badger riled him on even more. Sure, he was right, Jesse didn't have the courage to go up and talk to you, but in his mind you were unofficially his. Plus, if he couldn't have you, no one else could. Out of his friend group any way, he could think of a hundred boys better than himself that would be deserving of your attention. But it wouldn't hurt to dream. 

"I'm going to ask her out to prom. Today. At lunch." The words came out of Jesse's mouth way faster than his brain could process. Though, the minute they slipped out of his lips, he regretted it, but there was no way he was going to retract his statement. It was time to man up and stop being a fuckin' coward. 

"Right on, brother." Skinny slapped his shoulder blade encouragingly, to which Jesse silently nodded, unsure of himself. There was no backing out now. With a deep inhale, he let go of Badger's shirt, he desperately needed a fat blunt to ease his nerves. 

"I'm skipping class, see you at lunch." Jesse mumbled seconds before the bell rang and scurried of to the parking lot. His brows were scrunched with worry, his eyes quickly scanning the premises, he couldn't afford getting caught hitting a blunt at school. Again. Not if he wanted to be with you there, he just had to be extra careful this time. He reached into his pocket with trembling hands, cursing under his breath when he couldn't immediately find his keys amongst the pack of cigarettes and various gum wrappers. He finally fished out his keys, along with a loose screw, he couldn't even remember what that was for, let alone what it was doing in his pocket. Shaking his head he threw it over his shoulder and quickly got in his Monte Carlo. 

Once inside, he reached over the console and opened the glove compartment, grabbing a small ziplock bag containing a few rolled up joints. I need a better hiding place for this, he silently thought to himself, but he'd have to worry about that some other day. He snatched the lighter that was thrown on the passenger seat and lit one up, the stench immediately filling up the car. 

His mind was racing a thousand miles per second, how was he going to approach you. Hey you probably don't know me but I've hard a raging crush on you since 8th grade, please go to prom with me? He groaned into the steering wheel, there was no subtle way to approach the matter. He had to be fast and to the point, like ripping out a bandaid. Yeah, that would do. 

With a sudden surge of confidence, he put out the joint and got out of his car. Maybe smelling like weed before asking you out wasn't one of his brightest moments, he must've had some forgotten cologne in his car somewhere. After spraying some on, he now smelled like weed and cologne. He paced around for a few minutes waiting for the next bell to ring so he could go to the cafeteria and set his plan in motion. Well, there really was no plan, maybe he would think of something along the way, his main concern was not to be a blubbering mess in front of you and your popular friends. 

He strutted with confidence, but with each step that he took closer to you he was losing it bit by bit, till he reached out a shaky hand to open the cafeteria door. 

You shook your head once more, a breathy laugh escaping your lips. 

Here goes nothing.

"Wha- no!?" Your friend Maddie shrieked. "How could you say no to Matt?" She asked indignantly. "Just so you know," Maddie pointed a manicured finger at you, "if you keep this up you're gonna end up going alone to prom." 

"Then so be it!" You giggled, pushing your soggy green beans to the side. "It's just I imagined senior prom a little different that's all." With Jesse Pinkman, is what you really wanted to say, but you knew it wasn't going to sit well with your friend that you had a crush on your school's weed dealer. Plus, there were rumors going around that he was into harder stuff too. So for that you opted to take your secret crush with you to the grave. 

"Oh, come on with you and always being a stickler for following plans. Live spontaneously, for once." Maddie sighed, she hated that about you. 

"Am not!" You threw a bean at her, it landed on the side of her mouth. You held in your laughter as Maddie sputtered, spitting at nothing to get rid of the disgusting taste and feeling.

The cafeteria door swung open, catching your eye. You smiled faintly, it was Jesse. Although, it was short lived, once you noticed he was walking your way. He was fidgeting and he seemed to breathing fast. Was he on something? 

"H-hi, Y/N." He squeaked once he reached your table. The whites of his eyes were red indicating that he was in fact high, he also smelled faintly of weed, he had done a piss poor job of concealing that with his cologne. 

Maddie scrunched up her face and opened her mouth ready to tell him to buzz off, but you were quicker. 

"Hey, Jesse."  You smiled sincerely, albeit a little confused, you've never even spoken to him before. 

"Well, shit. You know my name." He voiced his thoughts out loud with wide eyes and you watched him visibly cringe at that and although you wanted to laugh at how cute he was, you decided to spare him the added embarrassment. 

"Fuck, I d-don't know how to, uh, say this," he fidgeted with his beanie and scratched his brow, he seemed... nervous? You couldn't help but wonder what for. "Do you- Do you wanna go to prom with me?" He grimaced, poor boy looked like he was in pain. 

You blinked up at him dumbfounded, God knows for how long that was, until your trance was broken by Maddie's snorting. "As if, buddy." She dismissed him for you. 

"Yes." You interjected, shocking both Maddie and Jesse. "Yes, I will." You added with a genuine smile. 

"What?" You asked once you took notice of the way Maddie was staring at you. "You wanted spontaneous, this is spontaneous." You lied with ease. This wasn't spontaneous, this was all you ever wanted, but no one had to know about that. 

"Here, gimme your phone." Your reached out towards Jesse. "I'll type in my number and we can discuss the details later?" You asked hopefully. 

"Yes!" He exclaimed a little to eagerly. He cleared his throat and reached into his pocket, "here you go." He said in a fake confident voice.

Your fingertips brushed momentarily and the sensation was electrifying, it sent jolts right down to your toes. You hoped he had felt it too. Silently, you typed in your name and number in his contacts and handed him is phone back. 

"I'll be happy to hear from you." You said with the best flirty voice you could muster in your nervous state. "See you around, Jesse." You smiled sweetly up at him. He was a mumbling mess and fled with a barely audible goodbye. You didn't see him for the rest of the day that day.

Four days straight. That's how long you kept dodging Maddie's questions about the Jesse situation. You tried to be as vague as possible but it was proving to be extra hard when she was on your ass every minute. Meanwhile, you'd been exchanging text messages with Jesse, it started off with basic details about prom night, mainly how you wanted to match your red dress with him. After that it bloomed into a lighthearted conversation, neither of you being overly flirty over text, on your case you were just so shy. Prom was tomorrow and you still couldn't believe that you were going with Jesse, the thought alone had you squealing like a 5 year old. 

You jumped up on your bed, landing on your back. Tomorrow was your only shot at achieving that something more with Jesse Pinkman. Sighing contently you closed your eyes and daydreamed various scenarios of you and Jesse, slowly drifting into a peaceful sleep with a smile on your face.

The next morning went by like a blur and by 3pm it was time to get ready for the full on routine. Hair, legs, exfoliating, masks you name it, you had to be pampered all the way down to your toes, you had to look perfect. 

Your mom leaned on your bedroom's doorframe, "So you're not going to tell me who's the guy that's taking you to prom?" She peered at you with crossed arms and a quirked eyebrow through the mirror reflection. "I mean he will be here in a couple of minutes, don't I deserve to know something about him?"

"No..." You trailed off, focusing on your hair, fighting with a certain bobby pin that you were trying to safely secure on your head. Half of your hair was tied up in a deliberate messy bun, with a few face framing curls hanging down. Once you were done with the last bit of your hair, you gave your mother's question another thought, if you were being honest with yourself, you didn't really know much about Jesse. Your heart faltered at the thought, what if this was a bad choice? 

"Help me with the zipper, please?" You stood up and motioned at your back. With two swift steps your mom stood behind you and carefully pulled the zipper up. You flattened the non existent wrinkles on your dress, it hugged your figure perfectly, the burgundy red fabric falling all the way down to your ankles. It was topped with a black sheer layer that created a beautiful contrast, it also had a modest slit that stopped a few inches above your left knee for easier movement. 

"When is he coming to pick you up?" She asked, resting her hands on your shoulders, giving them a comforting squeeze, she could always sense when you were feeling off. 

"In like ten minutes? I think." You replied glancing at the time, 6:30pm. With a quick once over in the mirror, you touched up your make up and adjusted your hair when the doorbell rang. 

"Shit." Your eyes widened and you ran over to your window, moved the curtain on the side and peered out in the driveway. Sure enough, a glaring red Monte Carlo was parked on the sidewalk in front of your house. "Shit, fuck." A string of curses fell from your lips, despite your mom's judgmental stare. "He's early. Go get the door before dad does." You pleaded. 

"Okay, okay." Your mother waved you dismissively and sauntered down the stairs, a pair of faint voices could be heard from down the hallway, from what you could make out your dad was already bombarding Jesse with loads of questions. That was your cue to step out and save him from the torture. 

Jesse was mid sentence when you reached the bottom of the stairs, his words dying on his lips. His blue eyes held your gaze in silence until your dad cleared his throat and spoke up "You, uh" his voice cracked a little "you look gorgeous sweetie." He complimented you and came by your side to place a loving soft kiss on the top of your head. 

Your mom was standing next to Jesse with a camera in her hands. "Oh, honey you both look so beautiful, come on Jesse go stand next to her so can I snap a picture of you both." She ushered him excitedly. After the mini photoshoot your mom directed, you were both free to head out. Once you both were in his car you broke the silence. 

"You got here early." You commented simply. 

"Shit, yeah." He let out a breathy chuckle, turning the key in the ignition and his car rumbled to life. "Actually, I was sitting in my car for about 20 minutes before I decided to come in. That old lady neighbor of yours was getting suspicious and I didn't want the cops called on me." He glanced at you and you both laughed, that wouldn't have been ideal. You weren't naive, you knew what Jesse was into and God knows what they could have found in that car of his. You admired him silently from the passenger seat, his dirty blonde hair fell shaggy in front of his forehead, just above his eyebrows. The suit he was wearing seemed to be one size too big for him, however you had noticed that to be a pattern, given his every day clothes were just as baggy on him. His skinny frame accentuated the difference even more. He was matching you with a burgundy tie and fake rose in his pocket. 

"You look handsome, very..." your voice trailed off as you tried to tried to find the right words. His pointed gaze didn't do any favors in easing your nerves. "Presentable." You winced, that was not it. 

"Oh." Surprisingly, he was smiling. "Are you saying I normally look like a bum, yo?" His tone was teasing. 

"Yes. But I kinda dig that, just so you know." 

"That's comforting, good to know." 

Soon you came to a stop and you barely had time to unbuckle your seat belt, the passenger door flung open. Jesse's chest was moving rapidly, his hand outstretched towards you to help you out of the car. His touch was electrifying, his fingertips surprisingly soft as they brushed the back of your hand softly. Your hands was probably disgustingly sweaty from the nerves, if that were the case then he made no comment about it. You mumbled in thanks and silently made your way to your school's basketball court. It seemed as you had arrived a tad early,  not a lot of people were there. Maddie and the rest of your friend group were however and she had noticed you. 

Reluctantly you made your way over to them, dragging Jesse along. A few awkward hellos were exchanged and the conversation died there. Each second that passed became even more unbearable until Jesse attempted to break the silence. "Anyone want some punch, yo?" 

Everyone lifted their red cups, already full. "I'll be right back." He cleared his throat. 

"I'm coming." You tailed him. 

"I'm sorry for making it awkward with your friends." He apologized in a low voice once he was out of earshot. 

"It's not your fault."

"Everyone knows I'm slingin', so yeah kinda my fault here." He filled his cup and reached inside his suit, pulling out a metal flask. "I stole it from my dad." He answered your silent question. "Want sum?" A mischievous grin found its way on his lips and urged you with a nudge. 

"Sure, hit me up." You didn't need much persuasion, if you wanted to make it through tonight, buzzed was the only way that seemed right at that moment. 

"Alright, yo!" Jesse cheered you on as he poured clear liquor in your punch. You hadn't even asked what it was but at that point the damage had been done. "To a most memorable prom." He toasted, tipping his cup in your direction and you mimicked his action. 

"To a most memorable prom, indeed." You agreed and took a healthy gulp from your cup. "God," you choked out, suppressing a gag. "What's in this?" 

"Tequila." He laughed at your distaste. 

The music flowed through the speakers and more people started rolling in, a few already dancing on the makeshift dance floor. Maybe a bit of tequila was exactly what you needed to muster up the courage and drag Jesse with you to dance. Despite his best efforts to decline, he ended up awkwardly dancing with his hands on your waist. You stared directly into his eyes, with the heels you were wearing you were about one inch taller than him, which you found cute. As much as you tried to get him to move by moving your own hips, he remained fairly rigid. 

"Come on." You shook him. "Move a bit more." You whined as you bumped your shoulders along to the rhythm of 'Murder on the Dancefloor'. With one step back, you let go of him and attempted to disco dance, left hand on your hip while your right moved from the left side of hip and up to the air. His lips were pursed as he tried to suppress a laugh that was dying to come out, until he gave in and joined you. At that moment you both felt free, not caring about anyone else around you. In that moment, it was just you and him, maybe it was fast but it felt so real, you were falling for him. 

"Hey," he moved on the side of your face, his lips inches away from the supple skin of your neck and the urge to mark you was real, but he restrained himself. "Wanna ditch?" He asked. 

"Go where? You're not having fun?" You asked innocently. Honestly, you were too pure for him sometimes, he felt almost guilty as if he was going to taint you just with his presence. 

"I am, I just wanted us to have fun without all these people." His voice drifted off. 

"Su- uh, sure." You stuttered and silently let him guide you out of the court, your friends were all looking at you curiously but there was no time for goodbyes to be exchanged. 

"Where are we going?" You decided to break the silence, already cruising down the highway on his Monte Carlo. You were getting antsy, you blindly trusted him but that didn't mean that you knew him all too well. 

"Was thinking, Sandia Foothills. Enjoy the view, ya know?" He shrugged to which you simply nodded and remained silent on the rest of the drive there. 

You couldn't hide the serene feeling that came over you once Jesse parked in a beautiful spot that overlooked the city of Albuquerque. The shimmering lights of the city sky somewhat resembled a starry sky. Although it was June, it was admittedly a bit nippy up there, but some fresh air was much needed. 

"I usually come up here to sit alone and think. Get away from the world for a bit." He confessed, staring directly ahead at the Albuquerque skyline. "And light a fat one, of course." It was now that he looked at you with a devious glint in his eyes. 

"I want to try." You blurted. 

His smile faltered and you noticed his icy blues widening just a bit. "Are you sure? I didn't bring you here to peer pressure you or any of that shit, yo. Just clearing that up." He replied, voice defensive. 

"Relax." You exhaled out of your nose. "I wanna try this, I want to try it with you." You reassured and reached over to place your hand on his, hoping it would convince him more. 

"Okay..."

Jesse leaned over and reached for the glove box, grabbing the all too familiar ziploc baggie. "Why don't we take this outside?" He suggested with a nod of his head to which you agreed to by getting out. He followed suit, taking a seat on the hood of his car, motioning you to do so as well. You slid over, just a couple of inches away from him and observed in silence as he took the rolled joint, enclosed his soft lips around it and lit it up. He expertly took a long drag and passed it on to you. It felt foreign between your fingertips, you hadn't even held a cigarette before and you wanted to try weed, for God's sake. Bringing it up to your mouth, you mimicked Jesse and took a drag and let the smoke out and he just shook his head. 

"What?"

"You gotta inhale it, you know." 

"Oh." You tried again, drag, inhale, choke. You pushed the lit joint at him as you struggled for air. "Jesus, that's nasty." You croaked. 

"You'll get used to it, yo." 

And you did, after three more times and as time went on you really felt the effects kicking in. It felt like you, but free. Your head was rested on his shoulder and you giggled at something stupid he said, you didn't know how long you guys were sitting out there talking but it didn't feel like long enough. Hell, eternity didn't feel like long enough time to spend with Jesse Pinkman. 

With a sudden surge of confidence, you moved up to grab the side of his face and pull him in a kiss. You didn't know if it was the three spiked drinks Jesse had given you or the weed or a combination of the two, but you kissed him. And boy, oh boy, did it set your entire body on fire. Even Jesse was stunned at your brazen move, but soon that feeling was overcome and he reciprocated the kiss with equal fervor. 

An involuntary whine escaped your lips, only to which Jesse replied to with a moan. The kiss was messy, needy, his tongue exploring your mouth. He was kissing you like a man starved. You snaked your right hand at the nape of his neck, gripping and pulling at his hair slightly. The groan he let out, sent a new wave of neediness down to your core, it was carnal. You moved to straddle his hips, thankful the slit in your dress allowed you freer range of motion. His hands were down to your ass cheeks in an instant, grabbing and squeezing the soft flesh. 

You broke out of the kiss, moving your head to the side, something he took advantage of and began his sweet attack on the side of your neck. Something Jesse was dying to do since before you ditched prom with him. With another squeeze on your ass, you involuntarily ground your hips down on his crotch. 

"Shit. Fuck." He moaned into your skin, the sound of his voice only egging you on. His dick twitched in his slacks, the feeling of your warm clothed pussy on him sent blood pulsing right to his tip. A soft gasp fell from your lips as you felt him harden against you and your walls clenched around nothing. You couldn't remember the last time you wanted someone this badly before. His hands kept guiding your hips to move against his growing cock. Your pussy ached through your drenched panties, God you had never been that wet before.

"Jesse." You whispered into his mouth. "I want you." You added and placed a soft kiss on his swollen lips. "Give it to me."

"What?" He breathed, he thought he didn't hear you properly, his ears were buzzing and he felt dizzy, all of his blood had drained out of his brain and went straight up to his dick.

"Please, Jesse. Please, please, I need it." You begged breathlessly, not once stopping your hips against his. No one had begged for him, let alone so needily. He had to give in if he didn't wanna come in his pants like some inexperienced twat. 

"Backseat, now." 

In seconds, you were on your feet scramming to get back in the car. Your knees were wobbly and almost gave out, but you steadied yourself on his car before going in. With clenched thighs you watched as he opened the passenger door and rummaged through the glove box frantically and after a few seconds, he finally got what he needed. Quickly, he jogged over the other side of the car and the door flung open, he grabbed your left calf and dragged you closer you him in a laying position. Now, your left leg was over Jesse's shoulder and your right was awkwardly hanging out of the backseat, you had to throw it over the driver's seat to be comfortable. 

"Fuck." Jesse groaned at the sight in front of him, you were so open, so ready for him and he needed to make every second count. With the pad of his thumb, he rubbed soft circles against the wet patch of your underwear, circling his thumb around around your sensitive nub. He almost came at the sight of you writhing beneath him, mewling his name. But that reaction wasn't enough, he wanted to get you screaming, pleading for him to stop. He moved your underwear aside, exposing your swollen cunt at him. Jesse toyed with your slick entrance with his middle finger, enjoying the way your hips jolted at his touch, it was riling him more just how needy you were for him. He added his ring finger to the motions gathering up all of your juices and gently pushed two fingers inside. 

Automatically, your muscles clenched around his slender fingers and his name fell out of your lips in a breathy gasp. Your hands reached down to grab a fistful of his hair, tugging as he worked his way with his fingers. 

"God, you're perfect." He held your gaze with his, eyes hooded and red, glazed over with the high and lust. He picked up his pace with his hand, pushing his fingers in and out, the wet squelching of your pussy filling up the car, he curled his fingers at the spongy part beneath your pelvic bone and you clenched around him. 

Jesse bent down, now his face aligned with your pussy. Soft, warm lips circled around your clit and you screamed at the contact, your hand shooting up to your mouth to muffle the sounds of pleasure that ripped out of your throat. No one had ever went down on you before so it was a totally foreign sensation. Your eyes rolled back as Jesse continued fucking you with his fingers and now with the addition of his tongue rolling lapping at your clit, it felt like too much to handle. 

"Jesse, I-" your words were caught in your mouth and another moan came out when he gently sucked on your clit. "I'm gonna cum." Heat pooled at the pit of your stomach, it felt like a ticking bomb ready to go off any minute now. And with a final clench around his fingers, you came crashing down like a dam breaking, coming all over his fingers and face. 

"Fuck that's hot." Jesse groaned against your cunt. "I want to feel you clench around my dick." He breathed against your inner thigh, planting a soft kiss before ushering you to sit upright. He got in the middle of the backseat and motioned you to straddle him. You attacked his mouth I'm a hungry kiss, it was boozy from the spiked punch, tasted of weed and faintly tangy from all of your juices. Your fingers worked on his tie, loosening it and you fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, you were halfway there when his hands stopped yours. 

"No time for that. I need you, now." He mumbled against your mouth, his kisses trailing down your jaw and all the way down to your neck and collarbone, where he sucked on the skin softly, he wanted to leave his mark on you. Let everybody know you were his. Slender fingers slid up your shoulders and pushed down harshly on the straps of your dress, your breasts spilling out. His dick twitched against you, you weren't wearing a bra. One hand moved down to your breast, cupping, squeezing, while the other one groped your ass, urging you to grind on him. 

Without saying much, you went on to unbuckle his belt, quickly moving his pants along with his boxers down. His hardened cock sprung free and it laid there in all his glory, thick and hardened, the tip angry and red, already leaking with precum. You longed to get a taste, feel his weight against your tongue. As if being able to read your thoughts, Jesse spoke up.

"Another time, yeah?" He reassured you, reaching down to his pants that were pooled against his ankles and dug around in his pocket and pulled out a condom. You watched in silence and anticipation as he ripped it open and rolled it down his shaft. 

Jesse's mouth felt dry, heart thumping angrily against his ribcage. Your face was flushed, lips so plump and red, tits sitting perfectly on your chest. You looked like a dream. Maybe he was dreaming. You grabbed the base of his cock and aligned him with your entrance, to which Jesse closed his eyes, he was almost sure that just before you sank down on him, his eyes would fly open and he'd find himself sleeping in Mr. White's class. 

But that never happened.

You both moaned in unison, once you bottomed out, his balls touching your asscheeks. You both sat unmoving for a second, taking in the feeling, a tiny thrust upwards from Jesse is all you needed and you started moving. It was like nothing you'd ever felt before, he filled you up just right, your pussy easily stretching to accommodate his girth and size. 

"Shit, that feels amazing." You whined as you slightly picked up your pace, moving your hips up and down in a sloppy figure 8 motion. Jesse's mouth found solace in your breasts, taking in a hardened nipple, suckling on it softly. Shit, he was sure he could make you come just by sucking on your nipples alone, given how responsive you were when he was having his way with them. He took that mental note and made it a goal for another time, for now he was too focused on the way your pussy stretched around his girth. You were made just for him.

"You're so tight." He praised, grabbing your exposed ass and giving it a slap. "Keep going, baby. You're doing so good." He groaned and you started moving your hips faster in response to his words, the grip on his shoulders tightening as you struggled to keep up with the pace you had set. The burning sensation in your quads was catching up to you and he could also sense you were growing tired. 

With a steadying arm around your waist, he took over, thrusting up to meet your hips mid air and setting up a new pace, one that had you reeling with new waves of pleasure. 

"Faster, please." You begged, to which he happily obliged without any second thought, fucking into your sopping pussy faster and harder, bringing you closer to your second orgasm. His brows were furrowed as he concentrated so hard not to come too soon, before you did at least. 

"I'm so close Jesse." You moaned and buried your head in his neck, biting down hard on his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming out. 

"Me t-too." He rasped out, reaching down between your bodies, he found your clit and began his assault on your hardened nub, edging you closer to your release. "Come on me." His command was gentle as the combination of his fingers and cock brought you to your release. It came and washed over you like a tidal wave, even harder than the one he had given you minutes ago, you moaned as you gushed all over his cock making a mess on the backseat. 

Jesse was about to lose his goddamn mind at how hard you had just come, it was like nothing he had experienced and the feeling alone sent him closer to his own orgasm. With two last sloppy thrusts, his hips stuttered against your own and he spilled into the condom, hard. 

"Wow." He breathed. 

"Yeah." You agreed breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. His eyes locked with yours and you could see a sea of emotions dancing around in them. God, he was beautiful. You bent down and placed a soft, slow kiss on his lips to which he immediately responded. It wasn't like the ones you shared previously, it was full of unspoken emotion. Jesse struggled so hard not to open his mouth and say something too hasty, he didn't want to scare you off with telling you how he felt. Any chance he had to keep you close, he had to take it, even if that meant keeping his emotions a secret for now. Little did he know, you felt that way too. 

"I think it's time to head back." You winced, hating to ruin the moment but it was getting late and you didn't want your parents getting too suspicious. Silently, you cleaned up after yourselves and got dressed. The night was quiet and the highway was empty as you rolled into the city. All too soon, you were parked in front of your house, neither of you wanting to part ways. 

"Thanks for being my date tonight." Jesse broke the silence, he sounded a bit shy, a wild contrast to how he was when he was balls deep inside your pussy. 

"I had a great time, Jesse. So, thank you too." You smiled up at him. 

"Maybe..." He trailed off, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel nervously. "We should go on a proper date sometime?" 

"Definitely." You moved to peck his lips quickly but before you could move away, he grabbed your head and pulled you back into a passionate kiss, his tongue moving in sync with yours. 

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Jesse." 

He watched with a smile as you climbed up the stairs of your front porch. 

He really was a goner.

[kamwilliamsonn]

jealousy - Jessie Fleming

request : here

"Jess, hurry! we're going to be late!" you shouted up the stairs to your roommate.

the two of you met at UCLA when you were both 18, you from Australia, her from Canada, you became very close very quickly.

you'd both always felt a little more for each other than you'd let on, but when you both signed for Chelsea, it only made sense to move in together.

ignoring that your very protective captain lived just down the street and would take you in without so much of a mutter.

but you.. well you wanted to live with Jessie. is that a crime?!

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i didn't mean to take so long, i swear. i couldn't pick an outfit." she apologized as she ran down the stairs, stumbling straight into you as you held her waist to keep her stationary.

"it's alright, Jess, no need to worry, didn't think i'd see the day that you, of all people, struggled to find an outfit."

you're glad she took her time though.

wow.

"you look beautiful, n/n." she smiled at you, that smile that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

"let's get going, Freckles, you know Sammy won't be happy if we're late."

the wide eyed look she gave you before running out the door made you burst out laughing as you followed, hopping into the driver's seat and passing her the aux cord.

"there, my passenger princess, play something good, it's gonna set the mood for the whole night."

she blushes at the name but nods, finding your favourite night out playlist, and waiting for the noise to fill the silence.

throughout the night, Jessie couldn't help but notice all the drinks sent your way, you didn't flirt back with any of them, just sent them a smile and a thank you.

but seeing everybody swoon over you, seeing you entertain it with even a smile, made a small pout grow on her face.

her arms crossed over as she slouched into her seat, Niamh looking confused until she saw where her friend was looking, only laughing and patting her shoulder in response.

"just go talk to her, mate, everybody else can see that you're head over heels for each other, even Sam!" she said, louder than she'd thought, and right in Jessie's ear, making her cringe.

"wait- what- no- what do you mean-" Niamh got up and began to walk away, laughing at her best friend. "Niamh! what are you talking about!"

but as she stared at you once more, she couldn't stop thinking how much she wanted to be the one to buy you drinks and have you smile, to kiss you and just be happy.

with you.

the little amount of alcohol had given her a major confidence boost, even more so as she chugged the rest of it, as she went to the bar and bought you another drink - your favourite drink.

she brought it over to you and placed it in front of you, trying to smile charmingly, but it came out more nervous than anything else.

"Jess!" you cheered, happy that your favourite brunette was by your side. "i've missed you."

"you missed me so much you've been flirting with all these other people?" she knew you hadn't been, and even if you had been, it was none of her business.

she just wanted you to be hers.

you raised an eyebrow at her, and leaned in closer. "so what if I was, Freckles, you jealous?"

"of anybody who ever gets to see your smile." she muttered, her eyes flickering to your lips as she spoke.

they flickered back up, quick enough to watch your own eyes flicker down to her lips.

"Jess?"

"yeah, n/n?"

"please kiss me."

"i never thought you'd ask."

hi!! it's been AGES, but I got this request.. idek when, but I've just seen it and I love JFlem so much I couldn't even help it, it's not the longest or the best, but it's Jessie and I hope you all like it :)

[saltygilmores]

(Gilmore Girls) talking points I can and will discuss for hours at any time (mostly Jess stuff though)

Saw someone do this on Instagram and thought I'd do it too.

Dean is An Abomination and his own parents tried to abandon him on the side of the road (he made his way back somehow, crafty son of a bitch) Lorelai is a terrible horrible no good immature person, a gignatic hypocrite, a bad mother, and she dismisses and often encourages Dean’s abuse towards Rory How Lorelai married into Jess' family and now there SHOULD BE a cloud of shame hanging over her head that she treated her nephew like shit for no reason for years and now she has to look him in the eye at every holiday and family gathering for the rest of time, but she has no shame. Aunt Lorelai remember when I was 17 you said I should die in a fire and you'd rather save your shoes? Anyway, Pass the turkey. How much does Rory tell Jess about what Lorelai says about him behind his back Lorelai and Dean's affair (The DALA)

Justice for Lindsay Lister Nearly any Pre and Post Stars Hollow Jess Headcanon (That Usually Do Not Involve Rory) (his entire childhood, his entire adulthood, his ho life, his success as a popular author, Jess as a brother to Doula, life in Philadelphia, stories with his Truncheon buddies, Jess as a mediocre drug dealer in NYC #heytawd), Jess traveling cross country (love that one so much I made an absolutely massive Spotify playlist to accompany it), did he ever go to college? Among the carousel of rotating Mom's Boyfriends and Stepfathers did he ever have a few good ones in the mix? Liz likely didn't have a car and would never care to teach him, so who taught him how to drive?

If Jess had such a terrible childhood did Luke ever try to intervene? How much did he know? How much did he see Jess as a kid? Was Jess ever in foster care? Liz Danes...just Liz Danes. Could probably discuss this trainwreck and the people in her orbit until i was blue in the face. I have thoughts. Headcanon: Jess has had sex with any other similarly-aged existing character on the show besides Rory at some point (this would be in the future, during his Ho Years.. I don't really find any joy in the thought of him cheating on Rory) Where do Rory and Jess go on the dates that are (infrequently) implied they have Why does Luke always bring up how severely he underpays Jess for working a the diner? How often does Jess wait on Rory and Lorelai's table? Do they actually tip him, ever? Shane, Shane’s murder The date of Jess' birthday (it's late August or early September, babes. I'm unflinching on this but willing to hear all sides)

The origin of Jess’ unusual name How do Jess and Rory celebrate birthday and holidays together (within the OG series timeline)? If they actually do? Does Jess actually want to celebrate his birthday or Christmas? What gifts do they buy each other? The prom that never was Rory loses her virginity to a stupid butthead but doesn't put out for Jess for like 8 months and frequently teases him while the poor thing doesn’t even have the privacy to jack it once in a while to a Maxim magazine (but also, did they or did they not come fairly close off screen at some point, when and where?) gurl you interrupted a steamy makeout session so you could run home and talk to your mom! You talk to your mom every second of every day! And before that, you run away after your first real make out sesh so you could go talk to Dean! You are beyond help. What is up with that "We haven't seen each other in four years" comment between Jess and Rory in AYITL? What the hell happened in 2012? What is the day to day life in Stars Hollow High like between Jess, Dean, Lane, Lindsay without Rory around? Do Dean and Jess have any classes together? Where do they sit in the cafeteria? How come Lane and Dean never told Rory that Jess was skipping school? Especially when Dean has an incentive to spill the tea (getting Jess in trouble) and Lane is a hopeless gossip and there's no effing way she could keep something like that from Rory for that long

What is The Subsect actually about

What would it be like if Jess went to Chilton with Rory? How would he even get in (I really have to stretch the limits of my imagination but I have a few weak theories)

Madelyn and Louise (they’re awesome)

The friendships that could have been between Jess and Paris or Jess and Lane

How Rory is too dopey to see that Paris is in love with her

How disaster follows every female character who loses their virginity (even when in the confines of marriage)

The child bride epidemic on this show

Dave Ryglaski is mediocre. Alex is under rated and it’s a shame the Male Gilmore Girls Character California Wormhole probably sucked him in like Dave was, never to be seen again.

I don’t even care about her storyline: April as a character is so incredibly annoying I can’t watch any scene she is in.

Jason DiggerStjmes is so uninteresting and his chemistry with Lorelai is so weak and the insurance storylines are so fucking insipid I have to skip all of those scenes too.

The only characters who emerged from season 6 with any sort of diginity intact were Jess and Paul Anka.

[crazyk-imagine]

Backup and Retired Agents

Pairing: Kai Holman x Female!reader

Characters: Female!reader, Jane Tenant, Kai Holman, Lucy Tara, Jesse Boone, Ernie Malik

Warnings: Fluff, classic ncis hawaii things, mentions of murders, weapons use, reader making stupid decisions, Kai being a simp, angst, fluff, reader running into danger, Jane shipping reader and Kai, Jesse and Lucy being siblings, Ernie being an icon

Word Count: 2,453

A/N: I tried finding ncis: hawaii fics and uh- nothing came up so, here we are

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You lean against the wall, pulling out your phone to call the one person you know can help.

"This is Tenant," she says, walking past her teams desks.

"Hey, girly."

She tilts her head, taking in your hushed tone. "You don't sound fine, everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I get into town for a brief meeting and then I'm being held down because some assholes want to-" You duck further into your hiding spot at the sound of footsteps. "Kill me."

Her shoulders tense up as she heads straight for the teams meeting room, already spotting them. "Where are you?" She places her phone on the table with everyone listening in, confused about their boss’s attitude. She gestures to Ernie to track the call.

"Abandoned mansion, I think?" You groan and grab your gun. "Jay, if anything happens-"

"Nothing's going to happen. We're going to find you."

"Not before they find me. I'm gonna have to split." You hang up and slowly step down the stairs. "Ernie?"

"I got her location but you're not going to like it."

"Why?"

"Isn't that where the drug dealers were?" Lucy chimes in.

"What is she doing there?"

"Based on the timeline of where the phone has been within the last two days, I'd say this is a kidnapping."

She sighs, knowing as soon as she saw that last name, she should have called you.

-

"Jesse, Lucy, you two take the front. Kai with me." Jane carefully steps ahead, searching all blind spots.

Kai grunts as his back hits the wall, bringing his arm up to elbow the guy punching his stomach.

Jane pulls the attacker off him and takes him down, giving Kai a few seconds to catch his breath.

In a team effort, they’re able to knock the man unconscious.

"We need to keep moving, we've checked every other room except the-"

The grunting and groaning of fighting drew the two into the kitchen.

You slide into the hallway, landing at her feet. You pull the emergency knife out of your boot and chuck it in the attacker's direction. "Tenant, get down."

She ducks as she and Kai pull you out of the doorway.

"Someone needs to go around back so we can catch this son of a bitch," you order the two.

"I'll go around back, you two stay here," Jane speaks to the two of you.

"I got nowhere else to go!" As soon as she rounds the corner, you look over your shoulder. "You cover me," you tell him.

He shakes his head. "I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Keep sight on my back then." You charge into the kitchen and tackle down to the main guy who grabbed you from the airport.

Kai pushes himself off the ground, following you. He wonders how someone as risky as you could know someone as collected as his boss.

As soon as you're pushed out of the way, he grabs the guy and brings his elbow up before digging it into his back and then raising his knee to aim for his ribs.

Kai is kicked away, landing on his back, staring up at the ceiling while trying to catch his breath before he can help you.

You jump onto the guy’s back, wrapping your elbow around his neck.

You’re thrown over his shoulder and he set his boot on your neck. You struggle to keep the weight off you, kicking your feet the more you lose air.

"Freeze NCIS."

You don’t think you’ve ever been as excited to hear someone being arrested more than in this moment.

He removes his foot and places his hands on the back of your head.

"You plan on getting up any time soon?"

You shrug, "nah. I like the ground, it's my friend."

Lucy and Jesse glance at one another.

Kai holds his hand out for you to take.

"If I must." You grab his hand and misstep, gripping his hand tighter as his other arm wraps around your waist. "Woah, little lightheaded, thanks, cutie." You turn to your longest friend and ex-coworker. "Jay, we have a lot to talk about."

"Damn, right we do."

-

You two walk down the hallway, to the front door. "If it makes you feel better, I'm only here to see you and save my family. "

"What do you mean?" She wonders if you know what happened to him.

"He got involved in drug running, wanted out once he met his girl. They didn't like that, especially when they knew his sister was in the navy and had connections to take them down. I came down when they called, and said they needed my help. What's a sister to do other than come back from an early vacation to save them."

"Then you got grabbed and called me."

"Yeah."

"What else can you tell us about the people who grabbed you?"

You glance around the room, checking over each of her teammates. "They were assholes, " You blurt out.

Everyone but Jane tried to cover up their humor.

"Anything that can help us find the rest of the crew."

" Yeah, actually." You reach into your pocket. "This was in the trunk where they kindly shoved me."

"This matches the stuff we found a few days ago," Jesse adds. "Why was your brother involved in this?"

"He's an idiot and needed the money. Everybody knew he couldn't hold a job. Mom was hard on him once dad left and it was just her. He got into trouble, I was the one who saved him and was someone he looked up to."

"He wanted out and the boss wasn't happy. So, someone knew he called you and what happened then?" Jane asks.

"He disappeared," you tell them, not divulging into any more detail than that.

"You find him?"

"No." You run your hand over your face. "That's why I came here in person."

"We can help you."

"I don't want you or your team to get in trouble."

"You called to help and that's what you're getting."

You purse your lips. "And you all agree to this?"

"Anywhere Tenant goes, we go," Jesse tells you.

You let out a nervous breath. "Okay."

-

You should have listened; you should've stayed put when Jane told you to.

But you don't regret your decision though because going in and getting your brother's daughter is worth getting a fist in the gut, maybe you'll say this after (if you make it out).

-

Jane calls for you in the ear comm, "Pinstripe, what's your position? Hey, pinstripe. What's your position?" She sighs, "does anyone have eyes on her?"

Ernie calls Jesse, "uh- guys."

"What's going on Ernie? We're a little busy right now, we lost her."

"Yeah, thing is, her brother isn't there."

"What do you mean?"

"He's been dead since he tried getting out of, well, this."

"Then why is she here? Why drag us into it?"

"They killed his girlfriend when she got to the island and have been blackmailing her because they have his daughter."

"She never told us he had a kid."

"That's because he didn't want anyone to know in case this would happen. They were both trying to prevent the girl from getting involved. She thought she could save them both but when they killed his girlfriend, she knew it was only a matter of time before they came for her."

"Why not go for his sister?"

"At the time she was deployed but since then, she’s put in a notice for an early retirement and cleaned out her savings so-"

"They could run."

"Or put her up for adoption while she sacrifices her life for the family."

"Does Tenant know?"

"You were the first person I called because everyone else's phone is off... and I was hoping you would answer."

"Okay, anything else before we go in?"

"Nope, go save the day."

"Tenant?" He calls for her through the comm.

"What is it?"

"She's in there for her niece, her brother's been dead for the last four months. They killed his girlfriend two days ago."

"She's-" she sighs, "how many in there?"

"Four total, two hostages."

"On my count. Jesse, you go through the front. Lucy, side way. Kai, you're with me."

The two make their way round the back and slowly step towards the open back door and enter the room.

Jesse and Lucy have the two in cuffs by the time you noticed back up arrived.

You groan as another punch lands on your stomach.

Kai and Jane step behind him. "Hands up, NCIS.”

The guy doesn’t move.

“Drop your weapon and put your hands behind your head."

You're grabbed and held close to him, the cold metal pressed against your head. "Drop it or she dies, like her brother."

You clench your jaw at the words.

"You've already taken the family, isn't this enough?" Kai asks, taking a small step forward.

The guy hold you stretches his arm out, giving the two the opportunity to shoot him.

Jane steps towards the man and kicks his gun away before checking his pulse.

You stare up at the ceiling.

Jane gestures for Kai to stay with you while she checks on the others.

"You okay?"

"Just peachy, almost died twice but peachy keen."

"Yeah, but just think you're still here to see your niece grow up."

"I mean, yeah."

"That's something to look forward to."

The corners of your lips twitch, "you're right."

-

"You should have been honest."

"I could handle it."

"You almost died, twice."

"Maybe that was a distraction."

"I know how you work."

"You would have gotten my letter about my death plan."

"That's not funny."

"It's not meant to be but it does mean, I only trust you."

"And I appreciate the sentiment behind that, but this is about your life. You almost died today and lied to me."

"I did, I'm sorry about that but you understand why I did it."

"I do but that doesn't make it right. I want you to talk to me and trust that I can help you."

"I do, believe me, I do." You rub your hands over your face, "I just- I didn't want your family to lose you because you're there for them. I didn't- I didn't want to be the reason you died if you helped me."

She reaches across the table, holding your hand. "It would have been my choice and not your fault. You know we work together because we have each other's backs."

"I," you sniff. "I don't know what to say."

"We can start off with thank you and then... I can ask what's going on with you and Kai?"

You wipe the corner of your eyes before furrowing your brows. "What?"

"Kind of tall, perfect for you. You called him cutie, I think?"

"The one that pulled me up. He's adorable but not ready for a girl."

Jane purses her lips, tilting her head. "He is and I think he likes you."

"What makes you say that?"

She smirks, raining a brow. "He's staring at you from his desk."

You glance over your shoulder and watch as he quickly busies himself with fake paperwork before turning back towards you, catching your gaze, and turning away again. You sigh and move in the chair, turning back towards Jane. "He's not going to want to get with a single aunt."

"Never judge a book by its cover."

You roll your eyes, "I'm pretty sure I was the one who said that to you."

"And how does it feel to have your words thrown back in your face?"

"Not nice at all." You leave her to finish her paperwork and whatnot, deciding it's time to get your new life started. You grab the car seat and start walking down the walkway, stopping when your name is called. "Yes?"

"Wh- are you heading home now?"

"Actually, to a hotel, at least, until I find a home for us," you gesture to the sleeping girl.

"Right, right. Uh- well, did- did you have any plans for dinner?"

"Not particularly. Why? You offering?" You ask jokingly.

"I mean, if you really want to."

"Okay, before I say yes or no. I have one thing to say, and you need to listen."

"Okay."

"Do you really want to go out with me? Even if it's just for dinner because my life has changed, and I don't want to drag you into this."

"Hey, hey. I know things have changed for you but just because you're going to be taking on the role of a guardian, for a little girl who is lucky by the way, doesn't scare me."

The corner of your lips twitch, "good answer. I'm afraid we're going to need to do an at home dinner."

"That's fine by me."

"Hey," Jane sticks her head out of the door. "Alex and Julie are home right now, I told them I'm sending you over just for the night until you figure something out."

You narrow your eyes to her. "Convenient."

"Very, see you later. Kai?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Keep them safe."

He glances at you and gives his attention back to her. "Of course."

"That's what I like to hear."

-

You two share a nice meal together while figuring out how to take care of a growing baby. "I can see why my mom sent you two over."

You turn to Alex, "what makes you say that?"

"For one, the house has a happy vibe to it and what better place to have a first date than with her homemade spies."

"You tell her everything?"

He shrugs, "maybe, maybe not."

"You can't bargain with me, kid. I worked with your mother."

"Fine but don't expect me to keep quiet about this."

"I know we're going to have a long chat in the morning."

-

You gently close the door behind you, not wanting to wake up your niece. "Tonight was fun," you put your hands in your back pockets.

"It was."

"This suddenly feels awkward," you chuckle.

"A little but I think this was- today was crazy but I'm happy to have met you."

"Thanks for lifting me up when you did."

"It was no big deal."

You take a deep breath, "I guess I'll see you at some point tomorrow?"

He nods, "definitely."

The longer you stare, the bigger the smile stretches across both your lips.

You lean in, giving him a hug. "Take care and get home safe, okay?"

"Always."

You pull back and peck him on the lips before making your way back into the house.

You lean against the door, tracing your lips. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god!"

"Well, that was adorable."

"Shut up, Jay." 

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 15

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

You waited for Jessie to get to the station before you got out of your car. The second you saw her face you felt empowered by her presence, alone. There were two of you now, and you knew realistically there were four of you.

"Jess, thank you," you said, giving her a hug. She immediately removed the folded up piece of paper from the back pocket of her jeans.

"I hate to even let anyone else see this," she said, passing it over to you.

"This was hanging on the cork board in the coffee shop," you explained.

"Fuck this town," Chrissy breathed the words.

"Fuck a handful of people in this town," you corrected her, walking fast toward the entrance to the police station. "I want to get Joel's story out there so *they* are the outcasts. I just don't know how to do that."

The two of you burst through the doors and into the station where a woman in uniform sat behind a desk with a cup of coffee, typing away at a computer. Her eyes lifted when you entered and she stopped what she was doing to address you both.

"Can I help you?" She rose to her feet.

"Hi." You squinted to read the rectangular name tag on her chest. "Officer Tate." You were thankful a female officer was on duty. "I'd like to report harassment."

..

Joel walked across the dusty lot, wiping some sweat from his forehead with his arm. Despite the chill in the air, the physical nature of the job had him rolling up his sleeves.

"Hey, kid," Ronnie addressed him, despite only been ten years older. "I'm not one to eavesdrop but your friend there, the girl, has called you a few times and your phone's been buzzing with text messages. Only saw it because it's plugged into my computer."

"What'd they say?" He removed a pair of gloves and headed toward the office door between two garage bays.

"I tried not to read them. Not my business but I did see one that asked you to call her whenever you got the message."

"Thanks, Ron." Joel hurried inside, wondering wha was going on and hoping no one was hurt.

He read through the series of messages first and felt his a rage brew through him as he pictured Vic Champagne's face.

"You mother fucker." Joel typed frantically back, agreeing to meet at the police station; though in the back of his mind he had the urge to swing by Vic's house on the ride over.

"Is everything alright?" Ronnie had entered the office just after hearing Joel's reaction.

"I gotta go to the police station." Joel balled his fists and had the urge to swipe everything off the desk. He wouldn't dare. Not when it was Ronnie who would suffer from the outburst.

"Is everyone alright?"

"Physically." Joel nodded and let out a deep breath. "Tell me not to go to Vic Champagne's house and kick the ever loving shit out of him."

"Don't go to Vic Champagne's house and kick the ever loving shit out of him," Ronnie echoed. He walked up to Joel and put a hand on his shoulder. "Whatever's going on, go take care of the people who matter. Don't seek vengeance on the people who don't."

Ronnie's words sobered him up. They brought Joel's inner need to spiral out of control down a notch. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then reopened them.

"Here." Ronnie dangled a set of car keys in front of him. "Take my truck. I'm in the middle of doing an oil change on your bike. It needed it."

"Thank you." Joel nodded. He squeezed the keys in his hand, hard enough to feel the discomfort of the metal teeth against his palm.

"Don't go to the Champagne house," Ronnie repeated in a tone that was a combination of fatherly and friendly.

Joel nodded again and then hurried to the edge of the lot near the gate where Ronnie parked and burst out of the place, speeding off toward the police station.

It wasn't more than fifteen minutes later that an old, red Mustang with the top down entered the junk yard. It was so stealthy that Ronnie hadn't realized anyone had pulled up until they were walking into the bay where he worked on Joel's motorcycle.

"Can I help ya?" He asked, setting a pan down where the old oil had drained. Ronnie brushed his hands together as if it might get the blotches of oil off of his skin.

"Yeah, gunna need an oil change and tire rotation."

Ronnie was about to respond when a second man entered the garage.

"Oh, and we're going to need you to hire some new employees," the second man spoke.

Ronnie looked directly at the second man. Vic Champagne.

"Well, speak of the Devil."

"You know what I mean when I say that right?" Vic challenged, walking past his beta wolf partner in crime.

"Vic.. leave the kid alone," Ronnie spoke calmly.

"Leave the kid alone?" He huffed a sinister and exasperated laugh. "Look, this time of year is causing me to have some serious PTSD." He smirked as he said that as if not believing it, himself. "I'm just working on strategies that may make me, ya know, feel better." Vic flashed a villainous grin.

"All I can offer you is the oil change and tire rotation," Ronnie told him. "Would you like to make an appointment? I'm like two weeks out."

"You're two weeks out." Vic looked down and whispered the words with a little laugh.

"What are you looking for here, Vic?" Ronnie put his hands out to the sides and at the same time switched his gaze to the motorcycle.

"Is this his?" He smirked and answered his own question. "Yeah, that's his." Vic's eyes scanned the room and he rushed to grab an oversized hammer from a toolbox.

Ronnie stood in his path as he moved towards Joel's bike. "Get out of here," he instructed, though was bombarded by Vic's lackey from behind, who tackled his stocky body to the ground.

Vic laughed wildly, like a rabid hyena, and proceed to take the hammer to the mirrors of the motorcycle, and then to every other part he could demolish and dent until the bike was almost unrecognizable. Ronnie shouted at him as he wrestled with the other man oh the ground.

"One more thing." Vic kicked Ronnie in the face on the walk by and grabbed a knife, slicing his way through both tires. When he was through he was breathing heavy with another satisfied smile on his face.

His sidekick lifted Ronnie's head up by his air, purposely yanking on it to cause him more discomfort. "If Joel Miller still works for you by tomorrow, this ain't the last you'll see of us."

Vic kicked the bike over and waved with his fingers for the other guy to join him. The two of them hopped back into the red Mustang, peeling out so dust and dirt flew dramatically everywhere and then left the junkyard.

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[arctrooper69]

Til the Last Shot's Fired

A letter from the front lines from a tired soldier.

Part of the "If I Don't Make it Back Alive" clone letter series.

Warnings: Sad/Angsty Jesse

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Hey Sweetheart, I miss you so kriffing much. Don't worry about me. The boys and I are kicking ass and taking names - damn Seppies don't know what hit 'em. Same as we've been doing for months now, but as weird as it sounds, I think the war might actually be over soon. And as weird as it sounds again, I'm glad. The stakes are getting higher and it just feels like this storm is what everything has been leading up to.

I'm writing because I miss you obviously. I dream about you a lot, you know. But a lot has happened and I just wanted to make sure you were okay. A lotta shit went down recently and it got me thinking. You ever feel like you're not as in control of something as you thought you were? We went up against a Sith today. Think like Jedi, but unimaginably evil. He wanted information.....and I tried so kriffing hard....but I gave it up. He ripped the information right outta my kriffing head. My own thoughts....just ripped right out of my mind. I couldn't help it. I betrayed my brothers. My own mind betrayed me. You ever feel as if your own thoughts are against you? Rex says I'm not a traitor, but I feel like one. I thought I had more control than that. I thought I had more discipline. I'm so sorry, babe. I know I said I'd be home by now, but duty calls and like a good soldier does, I've got to answer.

I know you don't wanna hear this, babe, but after what happened I just need to say it. If I don't make it back to you, know that it's not because I didn't try like hell to see you again.

Gods I miss you.

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I'm so kriffing tired, babe. When I close my eyes tonight, I'm gonna think about that night at your place when I last saw you. I wanna remember how your arms felt around me. I wish I could hold you. I wish I could kiss you because right now you are the only thing in the entire Galaxy that would make things seem anywhere close to normal again. I just feel so lost out here without you. I want nothing more than to be back at your place, holding you tight, but hey, you fell for a soldier. I won't fail you, babe. I'll come home soon, I promise. We're heading back to Coruscant soon. I can't wait to see you. I need to feel you in my arms. I need to hold you, touch you, smell that hot fruity perfume you like to wear when you know I'm coming over. I love you! I'll come home, babe. As soon as we've fired off the last shots of this war into the fried Separatist brain circuits, I'll come running. I promise. I love you. Your favorite man, Jesse

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[manwiththemagic]

spn s1 ep3 "Dead in the water"

more rewatch notes/commentary I have while watching!! :9

Ew Wisconsin okay...

“guys don't like buff girls.” WHO ASKED?? dumbahh person of the week. I don't even REMEMBER this episode and honestly, I blame you pal. I. Blame. You.

“be careful.” Okay so she's going to die then.

I wish I lived on a lake :(((

HELP THE SLOWMO... uhhh rip girl?? Ig..

Why does Dean look actually insane. He has like 100 newspapers, and his scribbling out faces and circling others 😭😭 i'd call the cops tbh..

Episode three, and second chick we see hitting on dean. It's just bc of his long eyelashes I bet.

LMAO “can I... get you anything else? 😏” “just the check please ☺️” LOVE YOU SAM.

The way dean immediately gives up trying to convince Sam about hookups bc lil bro is still distraught about jess. Like yeah... no way is a hookup gonna seem "fun" to a grieving man

The side eye Sam gives dean when he's telling him about how the people had a funeral for a missing person.

“a funeral?” “yeah for closure or whatever” “closure? What closure. People don't just disappear Dean, others just stop looking for them.” WOAH NELLY... I get it. Bro wants to find dad, dad to find monster, monster to be KKKKKKKKKILLED‼️

vaild.

Okay so Sam is tweaking because he wants to find John, and Dean is— NO WAY HE JUST SAID THAT. “im sick of the attitude.” DAD DEAN CHAT!! also no way he pulled the "I've been with him everyday for the past two years while you were off at school—" BRO.

Great more depressed. old. MEN.

does the loch ness monster exist?

Oh shoot broke dam!! More like... Dam I'm BROKE!!

Dean being good with kids part 1!! Also this is why I have a hard time believing he's so bad with Jack like... LOOK ST THIS.

Dean and his 3 woman in three episodes.

“must be hard with your sense of direction.. trying to find your way to a decent pickup line.” HEYOOOOO!! she ate that.

“‘i love kids’?? You don't even like kids.” “yes I do!” “name 3 kids that you even know.” LMAO NOT SAM GATEKEEPING KIDS LIKE ITS AN INDIE BAND!!! also yes he likes kids, he literally raised you Sam wtfdym?

Wait so late monsters do exist?? THE LOCH NESS IS CANON?? just not here..? Damn I thought since bigfoot was fake that would be too.

I'm pretty sure it's some ghost chick.

Yikes more dead...

“no wonder that kid was so freaked out, watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over..” DEAN :((( I always forget he watched Mary die, cause like Sam too, he just doesn't remember it.

Dean is so good with kids :(((

STOP THEY'RE SO CUTE.

“when I was your age I saw something... anyways..” FUCK.

DWAHHH LUCAS TAKING THE PICTURE DEAN DREW ☹️

AWH HE GAVE DEAN A PICTURE!! they made a connection.

Oh shoot.. that man is so dead. “im gonna make some dinner”

OH SHIT ITS IN THE PIPES

your dead kid. D E A D. IDC tho you ain't Lucas

Ew don't dig in the dirty water. HOLY SHIT HE DROWBING. HE DROWBNIN

Damn.. and in dirty water. I could never.

Bill Carlton is cooked. Literally everyone he knows is dead now.. like damn. Wtf did he DO.

“my children are gone..its worse than dying..” MORE SAD OLD MEN OMFG.

Lucas drawing is important!!

Why don't these people ever be like “yea.. serial killer man..” LIKE A BELIEVABLE BUT STILL CRAZY LIE. "Why the FBI here?" "Serial killer." ITS THAT EASY.

Dean getting help from a kid AHHHHHHHH!!

“your... scared..? I understand.. you see when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared too.. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see my mom.. I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day.” FUCK. JUST TEAR AT MY HEART STRINGS THEN DEAN. “and I do my best to be brave.. and maybe your dad wants you to be brave too.”

LUCAS YOU THE GOAT!!!

so now they are looking for the house Lucas drew and Dean like "man where tf is it?" And Sam's like "uh.. maybe let's look for the church?"

“ohhh collage boy thinks he's so smart!!” Dean the goat of this episode

Sam twitching because he doesn't know if or how he should bring up deans speech. Honestly now that I think about it Sam digs into deans personal stuff alot, mostly because Dean is jaded and hides stuff but IDK it's interesting.

“oh God we're not gonna have to hug or anything are we?” like you wouldn't enjoy that..

The churchhhhh

OMG THE BIKE. IT WAS BIG IN A DIFF DRAWING AND HERE IT IS AGAIN. omg wait it is important.

He's missing.. the kid with the bike.

HOLY COW. all the parents talking about how losing a kid is worse than death, and hey I know what canonically happens in death and uhh, idk if your right about that. Hell? eck.. ghost life?? yikes.. heaven? good but.. mehh...

Rip lil kid. Rip

HE KNEW BILLY. holy cow. Dead kid knew billy. Billy Carlton knows something is going on?? WAIT WHATS HAPOENING.

So wait is the dead kid the ghost..?

HOLY COW THAT BOAT FLEWWWW!!

Lucas having another vision??.. OH SHIT YEA THE GHOST GIES AFTER HIS MOM OR SMTH RIGHT??

THIRD TIME GETTING CAUGHT LMAOOO. “and your not really wildlife service..” HELP.

this cop made sus. Why you so mad these guys are investigating a murder?? They weird but like..

LUCAS KNOWSSSS..

This is kinda like a call forward or uhh foreshadowing to Sam's visions, which is kinda dope

LADY DON'T TAKE THAT BATH. NOT JUST CAUSE I DONT WANNA SEE YOU NAKED..

deans going back to town even after being threaten because lil kid was scared. GOAT. the goat I tell you.

“who are you and what have you done with my brother??” it's really not out of character for him Sam😭

DON'T TAKE THAT BATH LADY. YOUR DEAD. DOOMED.

oh whatever. I give up. EW MURKY WATER. CAN'T YOU FEEL IT LADY.

poor lucas.. lil bro bouta become an orphan.

LMAO DEAN THREW LUCAS OUTTA THE WAY. and Sam actually saved her 🤷

So wtf is after them. I DON'T REMEMBER.

Oh shoot puppy dog eyes Sam is back. “tell me what happened. Everything. 🥺”

More Lucas visions..

THEY FOUND THE BODY. or no? THE BIKE.

THE SHERIFF DID WHAT NOW.

No dead ghost Peter LEAVE LUCAS ALONEE!!

oh shit he did kill someone.

OH SHIT.

YOU WERE A BULLY?? EE. I HATE YOU. YOU KULLED HOM?? WTF.

dude no your daughter should stay away from you you freak.

LUCAS IS DROWNING.

Mermaid Dean 🧜

Sacrifice yourself for Lucas? Valid sheriff. Valid.

WOOO ITS OVERRRR!! MYSTERY SSSSOLVED!!

AW LUCAS IS TALKING AGAINNN!!

Dean teaching random kid his morals and tastes in music LMAO.

dean pulls yet NAOTHER woman. Are you fr?

One of my least favorite episodes tbh..

[gaffney]

What is the one thing you would change about TMD3?

ONE THING? 😭 i think ‘put jesse in it’ is the easiest (and most obvious) answer i can give… so i’ll pick something else lmao. there’s quite a few things i would change but i guess i’d wanna get rid of charlie's whole ‘ew i hate rich people’ persona he's got going on that he never had before d3. his whole thing in d1 (and even d2) was that he didn’t care about someone’s upbringing and saw the good in people, which is why he’s my favorite character!!! he was the first to give bombay a (second) chance. he didn't super care about the BOMBAY WAS A HAWK? reveal. he was the first to give adam a (second) chance. i mean, he’s the only duck who has ever called adam by his first name (unless you count connie, who read it off a list) instead of his last name/a nickname that’s connected to his upbringing. and i get it, teenagers are grumpy and hormonal and hate everything. but eh. i'd like to know where charlie’s sudden resentment and judgy personality came from. think there was enough conflict without it

[kori-senpai]

What are some of your favorite Fence headcanons? (Some you might share with others, some you might think you’re the only one who hcs it?)

First off, thank you for the asks, anon, they're actually the first ones I've ever gotten :') and it's a Fence one, the one fixation that will probably never leave!! I'm glad people remember I'm still in the fandom hehe

Anyway, your question! There are a few headcanons that I adore, where I definitely wasn't the first one to think of them but I share nonetheless. Let's start off with those:

1. Seiji is a cat person (that's just... the vibe he emits. Absolutely, 100%)

2. Seiji wears glasses (I mean it's technically canon if everything Johanna draws is automatically our shared 'canon')

3. Nicholas is a cuddler (also technically canon in the comics)

4. Robert is A Good Father™ (we know he's a good father to Jesse so there's that)

And there's of course a few where I'm fairly sure that they're mine or I haven't seen anyone else use them till now:

1. Nicholas is lactose intolerant (we're going off vibes here again and he seems exactly like the 'this allergy can't tell me how to live my life' typa guy)

2. Nicholas' mother is named Rebecca (it came to me in a dream and I'm like 90% sure I saw it another fic as well once)

3. Dante had an emo phase (I can just feel it deep in my soul)

4. Seiji's parents are a bit helpless but they're trying to be there for him (another half canon thing from the novels, but I like to think his mother is there for him as well. I'm just so sick of this horrible 'bad parents = any form of mental illness or trauma = attractive' trend)

So that's mostly it I thiiiink? There's also a few headcanons that I think are pretty icky and everytime I see or read them something in me just goes yikes. But I think I'd rather keep those to myself since I really don't wanna step on anyone's toes by something that's, in the end, completely subjective. And in a small fandom like this especially lol. Y'all are lovely and I don't wanna piss anyone off by accident :')

Thanks again for the asks you lovely little human and I'll try to answer the other two as quickly as possible ✨

[silversiren1101]

💎💎💎 for giliys?

[I was hoping for this you have no idea]

"First, I suppose I should ask who put you up to this." Minovae smirks. "Everyone that knows Giliys has their own, strong, opinion on him, and it wouldn't be wrong to say they're probably more similar than not. Was it Theo? I know he worries about anything jeopardizing his healing relationship with Regill, and I can easily see him agonizing over the respective spouses not getting along."

She chuckles, and shakes her head.

"You know there's something to be said about Derenges and their chosen partners being so very unlike them! Still, he needn't worry. Against everything that says I shouldn't, I actually like Giliys. Or, well", her brows furrow. "It's hard to describe. I like him, but also I don't. He's abrasive beyond words and somehow more aggressive and angry than a vrock, but he's also... kind. He's generous, too. Just look at him with his and Theo's kids! Actually, he's so many contradictions folded on top of each other because of the things he's gone through, and it would be so very wrong and hypocritical of me to condemn him for what he had to do to survive it all."

A sense of sadness pulls down her smile and dims the light in her eyes. "He... the things that make him up at his very core are the same ones that make up any other good soul. His sense of right and wrong is amongst the strongest I've ever seen, and it's a crime that such an innately just and bright person has been shaped into what he is now. Society failed him. So many people failed him. His justice has been turned into retribution, all his goodness twisted to be in the name of survival."

"You know", she continues, "I truly, genuinely think he would've made for a knight the likes Avistan has never seen had he not been crushed and pushed to the breaking point like he had. It's just...", she sighs, "It doesn't excuse some of the things he's done, and I admit I might have executed him myself if I had caught him mid-act of some of them, but he's trying. I see it. It might only be because of Theo but that doesn't diminish that he's trying to make amends. I see it, and I see where he's come from and I see the frayed pieces there of what could have been and I see what could still be..."

She hums, low and mellow, musing further on it. "So yeah, he's awful and mean and has done some truly heinous things and yet I would say in full honesty that I would trust him with my life. I'd trust him with my family, too. Even if we didn't know each other, if we weren't 'family' as tenuous as that word is, if he saw me fall protecting Jess and I begged him with my last breath, in my unmistakable Hellknight armor and he just the nearest person I locked eyes with, to take my daughter and get here out of there, I know he would."

A sharp, dry laugh cuts through her thoughts. "Actually, Giliys might be the greatest Hellknight there never was. He definitely would've been an incredible paladin, though I'm not sure which god he would've pledged himself to, and none of them deserve him anyway. I'm under no impression that he might kill me for saying that if he finds out, though", she smiles sheepishly.

"I'm under no impression at all that he doesn't hate me, period, make no mistake of that. I'm everything he despises, and I know it. I'm a proud Hellknight, and one who joined to escape the horrible life I had because of what I am. He sees me as a traitor in that sense, another 'slave who picked up the whip themselves.' And the thing is? I can't blame him. I can't blame him at all. He's the exact person I became a Hellknight to protect and advocate for and yet... here he is... as he is. We didn't help him."

[oceanjavellana]

ideas for connections;

please let me know if you have interest in any of these! i'm happy just to start from scratch/first meeting also + see where it goes :) and feel free to pitch things that aren't here!! ideas under the cut [updated 7/19]

The Heartbreakers™! no secret, my boy gets his heart broken easily and often. this connection can be platonic (any gender) or romantic (gotta be a guy, ocean is kinsey 6 gay). we can hash out the falling out in DMs! (1/3 - jesse novak)

victim of attempted slut era! this would be a suuuuuper awkward connect where they were halfway through hooking up and then he got scared and left 😬 (0/1)

various meet uglies! awkwardly going in the same direction on our respective walks of shame, broke your nose in a mosh pit, hit me with your car, reading the same book on the metro and talked about how much it sucks! these are very funny to me :) open to any other ugly scenarios (0/3)

students/sibling or relatives of students! ocean offers piano lessons, usually to kids, but he would definitely take on any adult student that has interest. he goes on a pay what you can basis due to having generational wealth, so open to all <3 (0/3)

musical "rivals"! rivals is in quotes because honestly, this would kind of be a one-sided rivalry because ocean isn't really competitive. but i think that's kind of humorous. one character is like AGHHH I HATE THAT GUY ALWAYS TOYING W ME and ocean is like i love to play for my friend and talk about music with them ✨ (0/1)

groupies, kind of! okay, so synonym sugar isn't like a famous band or anything, but, i'd still imagine they have a small following of relatively casual fans. if you've been to a couple shows, maybe you caught him at the bar afterward :-) (0/?)

book club! ocean has a book club where they exclusively read romance novels and eat sweet treats, anyone and everyone is welcome (0/?)

customers! ocean is a cashier at greenhouse books, and he's absolutely the kind of person to chat up customers. if you've ever came in looking for something to read and needed a little help, he'd absolutely talk you through his recs ❤️ (0/?)

childhood besties and worsties! did your character also grow up in darling circle? let's plot something fun and weird (0/?)

taken connects -

summer camp friend! for this connection, you'd have to be a lifetime zeppelinite from any borough, around 24 years old, with parents who would've sent them to summer camp. bonus points if it's like a music camp or something. i think it would be cute if they were summer camp besties, never saw each other again, and reunite as adults (1/1 - mo hoffman)

that one person who told him to get his life together! heartbreaks mean drinking at the bar by yourself sometimes. for this connection, it could be any character who would 1) be a fellow patron of a bar or a bartender, 2) listen to ocean infodump about his latest situationship going up in flames. despite the name of this connection, totally up to you how they would react! more details provided if interested (1/1 - daphne daughter)

[miniimapp]

4*TOWN On Social Media

Gen ;; Crack - Headcanons

Warnings ;; none

Proofread + Edited ;; HA.

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 15 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !! Bet y'all didn't think I'd actually last this long because I know I didn't lmao

Enjoy !! <3

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Aaron T - An Absolute Troll

Literally everyone saw this coming

Just because it's so true lmao

The biggest shitposter you've ever seen

Will post anything, anytime, anywhere

He posts how he talks,,

with not brain to mouth/text filter

T really likes social media though

I feel like he'd try to get himself cancelled

But like,, for a fun thing yknow

And as a joke

His audience literally would too,, they'd bring up a post from before the band where he talked about how he didn't like a movie or something

Probably Annie,, I have a feeling T has a passionate hatred for the original Annie movie for no apparent reason

Anyways,, he posted a hate post on it, fans found it and then #aarontisoverparty started trending out of nowhere

AND HE LOVED IT !!

When T's not shitposting he posts almost exclusively Britney Spears fanposts

I have a feeling that he actually worships the ground she walks on

Mainly T just gives the people what they want

That includes homemade memes

Straight of his little noggin

Maaann,, if there's just one thing T could choose to be proud of in his life it's his meme collection

At least 1 every day

Mans has a literal queue of daily memes lined up months in advance

Jesse - Internet Grandpa

Jesse doesn't understand memes or internet slang

The boys (read: T) find this hilarious

Is it as bad as everyone, including myself, makes it out to be ?? No, of course not

But is it more fun to call Jesse old and watch him struggle ?? Yes !!

Jesse's actually quite proficient with technology which is always a surprise to people and Jesse loathes it

The amount of times people have been shocked and praised Jesse when he's gotten even the simplest computer thing right is astronomical

The boys love this because it's one of the only times Jesse swears

He doesn't post often but when he does it's absolutely golden

At some point Jesse decided if he can't beat them, he'll join them

And so he made it his bit to post purposely terrible selfies with the boys and the most formal captions ever publicly

On the internet

For the world to see

And he doesn't regret it

Not one bit..

He especially loves it when T and Tae openly mock him and reply to his posts on their accounts

Who doesn't love a good ol' quote tweet amirite ??

But yeah, when he actually posts seriously it's all promotional

For the most part he's just Grandad style pictures and terrible dad jokes

Omg Jesse's dad jokes literally trend every time he posts one

No one knows why, or how, but Jesse likes to rub it in the other's faces that he went viral before them and multiple times too

Aaron Z - Offline For the Foreseeable Future

This man never posts

I am telling you,, he never posts

Z might post promotional a story when he's bothered about it for weeks upon weeks but a proper post ?? Not a chance

No one knows why

There are actually some conspiracy theories behind it

Some people believe that he's actually a robot which is why he's so stoic in interviews and never posts

Z and T have a good laugh whenever they find a new Z conspiracy

Thing is,, Z has a private account under a different name

And that account is UNHINGED

The range of posts goes from like,, one word to a whole ass novel

Z just posts what he feels

His page's energy is that of T's but mildly calmer

Calm chaos if you will

Z's priv account is also a conspiracy theory, except everyone thinks it's a fan account or a furry account or something

I feel like Z just loves the confusion of posting random pictures on his public story with the only caption being "iykyk"

Everyone starts freaking out like,, wHaT !?!? WhO knOWs wHAt hE's oN abOuT !?!?

Then he'll start laughing about it on his private account

Hannah Montana style fr

He always gets the posting question in interviews

His answer is the same every. single. time.

"Don't wanna post, so I don't post."

He's getting fed up with questions about his posting habits fr, let Z live

Robaire - The Only Professional One

Only ever completely professional band stuff

Pictures of the guys and a caption saying "Stay tuned.. 🎶"

The BIGGEST promotional tease under the sun istg

None can escape Robaire's professionalism

He sends 4*townies into the biggest panics

He will get 4*TOWN trending within 5 minutes over an ambiguous caption and if that isn't promotion idk wtf is

He also reposts fan works,, whether it be covers of their songs or fan art or writing

Robaire loves that stuff,, he loves that people feel able to use them to express their own creativity

He wants to encourage that creativity and see it prosper

Another thing Ro will do is host qna's

He'll send out a post asking for questions

He always replies to ask many as possible but sometimes the amount of replies is just too much

Robaire likes seeing what people think of him and the band

A fair few questions are about how the band started out and he loves answering those questions the most

They're probably his favourite kind

Ro just finds it so cool that people now come to him for advice on how to start out as a musician

People just like who he used to be

The interactions, the real, organic, non-set up ones are what Ro loves about social media

He can connect with the 4*townies in a way he never could before

That connection means everything to him

Tae Young - Online Gremlin

Like Robaire,, Tae also sends 4*townies into frenzies over promotional content..

Unlike him, however, Tae Young posts unapproved spoilers to his account

He literally is the leak

The mindset is to leak the stuff before anyone else can so at least they're in control

He doesn't leak anything professional either,, only short acoustic snippets or lyric run-throughs

Kind of smart ig

Ish..

But as I've mentioned before, Tae takes loads of mugs of the other members

And where else would he post them but on his public feed ??

The guys hate him, the 4*townies love him

And hey, fair's fair, Tae will post unflattering pics of himself too

But everyone knows it's a good day when Tae posts because chances are he'll have some more meme-worthy content of the boys ready to be edited to hell and back

Sometimes Tae will repost the other members posts with hate comments

Any post of Jesse's is getting riddled with "old" immediately

He loves to do those fairy comments too, only to the other members though

Tae is probably the most interactive with fans tbh

Even more than Robaire

He'll just starts conversations with 4*townies in the comments, sometimes it's weird drama, sometimes it's a very thorough analysis of a Shakespearean play

If anyone thought T and Z were chaotic they are not ready for Tae Young and his page of horrors

Literally the most all over the place page out of everyone

But arguably the most entertaining page also

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[natteryaktoad]

Sorority, Day 84, Part 8

Sadie: Thanks for coming over. I guess we should talk...

Ellie: I'm sorry I freaked out when I saw you two on a date. I guess I knew in my head that we were all dating each other, but knowing it in my heart's a different matter. I'm sorry I've been a bitch about it.

Clover: And Sadie, I'm sorry if you thought you saw anything between me and that cow mascot-

Ellie: That's not a proper apology, Clo.

Clover: Fine. I'm sorry for anything that happened between me and that cow. I promise it didn't mean anything - I was just being friendly.

Sadie: Apologies accepted.

Clover: Now I guess we have to figure out where we go from here.

Ellie: I think we all need to be really open and upfront about what we want and need. This won't work if we're not.

Ellie: Sadie? Why don't you go first?

Sadie: Okay... I want someone to put me first. I know that sounds selfish, but... No one's ever put me first. My mother never did - she spent all her time competing for Father's attention. Father... I was always suprised when he knew my name.; he had so many kids and he only really cared about Arun and October. All my siblings have got their own stuff going on. The person I was closed to was always Jess, or maybe Niamh, but she's dead, and Jess... Jess has got his own life these days. And then with you guys... I just don't feel like I've got anyone who'll put me first, and I really want that... but I don't want to lose either of you. I know that sounds dumb-

Ellie: It doesn't sound dumb, or selfish.

Sadie: And when I imagine my future, I imagine living with someone, married maybe, some pets, maybe even kids... a committed, stable relationship. That's what I want.

Clover: Ellie?

Ellie: I guess maybe the same... I'm not a kid anymore, I'm thinking about the future, I'd like some stability. I want to be settled in a relationship after I'm graduated, not still dating around. I want that... stable domestic life. What about you, Clo? That's not what you want, is it?

Clover: No... I'm not ready to grow up yet. I like keeping my options open and having lots of different dates. I love both of you, but when I think about my future, it doesn't have an exclusive relationship in it. I don't want to have to pick, which I know sounds selfish.

Ellie: Hey, you want what you want. We'd be selfish if we tried to change you. And you'd be unhappy, probably. I want us all to be happy.

Sadie: I just don't know if that can happen if we all want conflicting things. Especially when we want things that conflict with the things we want ourselves... that doesn't make sense... I mean like I want to be in a committed relationship, but I also want both of you, and those two things don't exactly work together.

Ellie: I've got an idea.

Sadie: Yeah? Gonna rub a magic lamp and make it all perfect?

Ellie: I'm gonna try... Sadie, I love you. We both want that committed relationship, and I want it with you. We could be girlfriends, in a committed relationship, that's closed, just us two, apart from Clover. We can both date you, Clover, when you're free - because you'll be seeing other people too - but our primary relationship is with each other. I put you first, Sadie, and you put me first. I know that means you come second, Clo-

Clover: I'm cool with that if you are. It means things don't really change for me, which is how I want them, really. I get to date whoever, including you two. And I've just met this hot chick with purple hair-

Sadie: You're insatiable, Clover!

Clover: Guilty. Well, I'm game for this if you are, Sadie.

Ellie: What do you think?

Sadie: ... yeah. You'd really do that, Ellie? You'd really want that, want... me?

Ellie: Of course! I wouldn't've suggested it if I didn't. You're wonderful, Sadie. It's about time you started believing that. Its about time I helped you believe that.

Sadie: ... Okay... Do you two both want to pledge? I know you were going to, Clover. There's four rooms, so we could each have our own room-

Ellie: Or you and I could share.

Sadie: You'd want that?

Ellie: Yep. I want that. I want you. I want you to be my girlfriend. I'll keep telling you til you believe it!

And then they all had anti-jealousy potions!

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The doll show was insane this year!!!! I found so many things I'd been on the lookout for for years and some nice surprises I randomly came across! I'm gonna ramble all about it:

The Bratz are:

--2006 Forever Diamondz Cloe (I thought the Forever Diamondz dolls were GORGEOUS back in the day, but I never got any of them, so last Christmas I treated myself to Yasmin and am now trying to slowly collect them all...I'm not typically a "I gotta complete the whole line" collector, but these?? I need them)

--2006 Forever Diamondz Sharidan (who came with the poster!!! gotta get that framed)

--2006 Genie Magic Meygan

--2007 Passion 4 Fashion Cloe

The Barbies are:

--1997 Sweetheart Midge (I have Sweetheart Barbie, Teresa, and Christie; the Barbie was one of my two very first dolls ever, and I got Teresa as a hand me down from an older family friend when I was about 5, so I've always been partial to this line and decided to complete it this year. I love their fuzzy neon dresses and will have to find one online to order for her)

--1997 Pearl Beach Barbie (my other first doll was Teresa from this line!)

--1999 Pilot Barbie (the only one of my whole haul that I didn't know the name of and had to research! BUT. if you're a late 90s Barbie kid like me, you probably remember pictures of this doll being on a ton of promotional stuff. Doll cases, one of the tapes/CDs to the toy boombox, I even had a pair of Barbie underwear with this girl on it. I loved this doll's short hair as a kid but never saw her in stores, and I never thought to research her as I got older, but as soon as I saw her today, I was like omg there she is!! she exists!!! and I'm so glad to finally know what she is!)

--2001 Starlight Fairy Christie

--2001 Fashion Photo Barbie (I have Kayla from this line from my childhood)

--2022 Barbie Extra #11 (who I'd been trying to find at a below retail price since her release!!) I'm obsessed with her green hair 💚

miscellaneous:

--Strawberry Shortcake Lemon Meringue (my newest toy obsession is Strawberry Shortcake...I saw a few gif sets of the 2003 version a few weeks ago, and it made me think back to how my sister and I had one doll set and a preview DVD that it came with, and I used to love sniffing the dolls at the store and thought their designs were so cute, and it occurred to me that I can just. buy them now. I found a Strawberry Shortcake a few weeks back, and now I have this one to go with her!)

--Funky the Bear Beanie Baby (door prize!! I love Beanies and Things That Are Free)

--TMNT 1987 Bebop and Rocksteady (gay rights)

and finally:

AMERICAN GIRL OF THE YEAR 2006 JESS MCCONNELL!!!! Y'all. She is my babygirl. 10 year old me's blorbo from my catalogs. I have dreamed of holding this doll in my arms for seventeen years. I remember in her debut catalog, I opened the first page and was captivated by her. I remember thinking she had the cutest face sculpt, and she may or may not be the reason I continue to obsess over pink and orange as a color combination. I can't wait to get her actual outfits and dress her up, and get her books and get to know her as a character. Ever since I started collecting AG dolls (thanks to the doll show this time last year), I've been on the lookout for her, but I had yet to come across one in my preferred price range. Little did I know she'd be waiting for me to find in person!

So yeah! I'm feeling so satisfied and can't wait to get these guys all fixed up and find them a place among my collection! If you read all this, thank you and I love you <3

[theriu]

PART 2

Another fun part about your body resetting with each time loop is that the whole "skipping the sleeping hours" part doesn't take a toll. Sometimes I'll take a loop off (after my morning no-coffee latte and Protagonist snoop) and nap the day away, but it isn't necessary. That's the main reason I do it—I'm a little paranoid of what my sleep schedule will be like when the Problem gets solved if I'm out of practice with sleeping. Thank the Lord I wasn't particularly groggy that first Tuesday. It would be miserable going through dozens of days in a mental fog.

When I walk into the cafe and greet Claudia behind the counter, I'm not too surprised to see the Protagonists there earlier than usual. I've noticed they do that sometimes when they've had a particularly frustrating previous loop. It's no problem for me; I follow my routine, ordering the same drink and breakfast sandwich, going to my usual table under the huge painting of an Italian cafe, and setting up my laptop. I don't even have to worry about pretending to ignore them, because they're talking just loud enough that anyone might look over in interest.

"I can't believe we got the cops called on us," the brunette groans over her espresso. I think she's the oldest of the group, maybe early 40's? She has a slight Spanish accent.

"I can," Nasa qips. "We broke a window in broad daylight."

"It's not like we could wait until nightfall!" she rejoins. "What kind of stupid time loop is only twelve hours long?"

"At least it's not the other way," Jessica offers, a grimace creasing her round nose. She's likely the youngest, looks to be in her early 20s. "I don't think I could stand it if we only saw daylight for a couple of hours every time."

The grumbler heaves a sigh. "Stop pointing out the silver lining, Jess, it's ruining my bad mood."

"Nothing could ruin your bad moods, Martina," Nasa says with a grin. "It'd be like snuffing a fusion reactor."

Martina, ha! Got another one!

The one remaining member whose name I haven't gleaned breaks in, his face as serious as ever. "That's enough, guys. We're drawing attention." He's older than Nasa but younger than Martina. His broody eyes dart towards me, and I pretend to focus back on my computer. "Let's get into today's plan. I still think the Rite Aid is worth investigating..."

His voice lowers until it's hard to make out anymore, and the others follow his lead. Well, that was nice while it lasted! Keeping one ear cocked for any interesting tidbits, I turned my eyes back to my laptop.

Maybe you're wondering why I don't let on to the Protagonists that I'm also aware of the time loop. Well, first of all, it would just be awkward at this point. How do you walk up to people and be like, "Hey, I've been lurking in the background of your sci-fi adventure for the last three weeks, thought I should finally introduce myself"? Great way to out myself as a weirdo.

But there's also the fact that I don't really want to get dragged into their quest. Once you reveal that you're one of a select few who are self-aware in a perpetual time loop, you can't really peace out after that. They'll expect me to help. Especially whats-his-face, the leader guy; I have not seen him crack a single smile since I noticed he was aware. He's like a military commander. He's the one I keep expecting to notice I'm not perfectly duplicating my own actions every day.

I mean, I guess I could just avoid where I know they're going to be, but that seems like a lot of work, and how would I get updates on their progress? Obviously I hope they figure this thing out eventually. But the point is, there's already FOUR of them working the problem, and I doubt I could contribute significantly. I'd much rather continue my established cycle of self-improvement and keep a casual eye out for clues on my own than endure the stress and/or judgemental glares that seem to be the only possible outcomes of revealing myself.

So, yeah. I spend the next hour half-listening to the Protagonists arguing and planning while I binge another serial webcomic. It's really too bad you can't take notes in a time loop; I'm going to have a time of it trying to remember the names of all the good series I've dug up. Knowing that I can't expect any of them to update until a week after the indefinite time loop ends is also a bit of a bummer.

I head out shortly after the Protagonists take their leave. Naturally, my first stop is the Mexican grocery, where I grab a container of candy sticks called Tamarrico. "Hola," I say to Francisco in slightly less halting Spanish. "Estas saben bien?"

"Ah, si, si! Es una de mis favoritas," he replies, a big grin spreading over his face. I grin back as I pay, knowing he says that about any candy I bring to the counter. He's a friendly guy, and what do I know? Maybe they really are all his favorites.

"Gracias! Hasta manana," I reply with a wave. I hurry out the door to hide my grin at the confusion that flits over his face. Okay, so it'll still be Tuesday when I see him again, but hey, it'll be "tomorrow" for me.

The Protagonists are barely visible around the back of the RiteAid, probably trying to jimmy the lock on the fire entrance. I quickly check my watch; shoot, it's half an hour earlier than when I came out yesterday! But none of them are looking my way, not even Jessica, so I hurry on down the street and gamble on her not noticing my no-show at the appointed time.

Every other loop, I try to find a new spot to visit. I've explored all the open shops on Main Street twice over, and even braved walking into the insurance building despite having no need for insurance. I've just always wondered what the interior design looks like. (Blue carpet, boring office pictures, a surprising toy cat.) Today, I wander around in a little hole-in-the-wall thrift store. I end up buying a ridiculous hat that I wear proudly back out into the street.

I take a detour to buy snacks at Mister Maxx, a little store that sells bulk food items that are past their expiration date for cheap. (Don't flip out, it's perfectly safe. Plus you get a lot of variety!) I shove some canned smoke salmon into my satchel alongside the Tamarrico container, then it's on down the street to the library for another afternoon of hitting the books.

I've noticed I can get slightly different responses from the librarians depending on when I come by and what I'm carrying. Maj is my 2:00 librarian, and she starts to beam her usual welcoming smile but stops short at the sight of my neon-yellow sunhat. I think she enters a stare-off with the rubber duck nestled on the front brim. Her lips twitch, and she barely manages a welcoming nod to me before she has to turn away quickly, both hands trying to stifle the laughter shaking her shoulders.

I grin. That was an even better reaction than I'd hoped! I'll have to try this out for Janice at 3:00 next loop.

The afternoon slips away between Spanish studies and origami practice. (They don't have the perfectly square papers here, but I make do with cut-up printer paper from the library's copy center.) There's something really peaceful about being in a library. No loud noises, no shouting, no expectations I'll have to buy something. With a library at hand, I could spend years in a time loop without running out of new materials.

Do I want that? Years of the same repeated day? The question niggles at me, making me crease a fold wrong. I shake it off as quickly as I can, though. Surely the Protagonists will figure things out before that becomes an actual question to worry over.

I almost lose track of time, until I hear Librarian George making the rounds to announce closing time is imminent. I bolt to my feet, checking my phone as I abandon my misshapen paper frogs. Crap! I can't be late! Someone calls after me, probably to say not to run in the library, but I skid around the few corners between me and the door and burst out into the lowering sunlight.

I almost don't make it in time. Kevin is two steps onto the crosswalk when I pelt up, grab him by the collar, and dive us both back towards the sidewalk. He yells, I yell, the truck roars by honking loudly, he yells again. There is a mad scramble of limbs as me and the older guy struggle to sort ourselves out. I get up first and help him to his feet. "Are you okay?!" It would be pretty rotten if I broke his hip or something.

He sways shakily, feeling himself over. I pick up his glasses and he ever-so-carefully puts them on, peering at me, then the truck speeding into the distance. His eyes are bright with shock and moisture as he looks at me again. "Young lady, you just saved my life."

I almost blurt an apology for being late, but my better senses catch up and do a similar dive-tackle on my tongue. Instead I smile, a little shaky myself, and put a hand on his arm. "Lets get across this road and you can thank me with a Speedway hot chocolate."

His mouth quirks up, and he barks a laugh. "How did you know my favorite?" That shouldn't have startled me, but I'm off-kilter enough that I actually miss a step. Kevin apologizes profusely, thinking he tripped me somehow.

By the time we make it to our usual spot, I'm feeling much more stable. That had been too close. I need to keep better track of the time in future loops.

Maybe it seems unnecessary, me worrying about stopping an event when it will just be erased barely an hour after the fact. I could just leave the library early, skip the whole thing, right?

Wrong, for two reasons. First, it's easy to joke about being hit by a truck. But have you actually seen what it's like? The damage? I have, after seeing it happen to Kevin. He was still alive when the ambulance came, but by how much, I couldn't have guessed.

The thought of just letting that happen to someone... knowing the exact minute he is being hit and ignoring it because I can't be bothered to save his life...somehow, it just doesn't matter if the whole thing will be undone and forgotten shortly after it happens.

The other reason should be obvious. Since I don't know what's caused the time loop, I don't know what will end it. I can't risk the chance that the loop I decide to skip saving Kevin will be the final one where the Protagonists fix everything. I can't take that gamble with his life.

So I sit with Kevin, and we share bland gas station hot chocolate (seriously, why does he like this stuff), and I make a large mental note with a lot of exclamation points and underlining to make sure I'm out here early in future loops. By the time he's told me about his dogs Rusty and Pogo and their penchant for climbing each other to get over the yard fence like canine escape artists, I'm feeling much calmer. It's okay, I didn't mess up too badly. Everything is as it should be.

Well, as it should be within the scope of an inexplicable infinite time loop, anyway.

Kevin's alarm goes off, and he jumps to his feet. "For Pete’s sake, I’m late! Sorry, Miss Jackie, I have to run. You’re sure I can’t offer you a reward of some kind for what you did?”

I tip my still-half-full cup of hot chocolate to him. "Just knowing you're safe and getting to chat with you like this is plenty enough reward."

"You're a real blessing, miss," he says warmly as he shakes my hand. He says that line sometimes when my rescue efforts cut it a bit too close, and I shoot a prayer up that I won't give him a reason to say it again. But it's still nice to hear.

He hurries away, and I decide to walk down the street towards home this time instead of chilling at the Speedway. The air is pleasantly balmy with the setting sun, cool but not cold, a soft breeze washing away the remnants of the day's heat from the pavement. I drink in that air and let it out again slowly. By the time I reach my front porch, I'm feeling all settled and content, and I wave a hand at the few stars. It feels so refreshing to be able to slow down and really appreciate the beauty of this pleasant evening.

With a glance at my phone to note the time, I walk up the front steps and start to reach for the doorknob. Let's see if I can get the timing right this go-round. My hand closes around the knob, and I close my eyes, holding my breath. A few moments pass, longer than I was hoping, and then the popping, fizzling sensation comes and there's a new brightness past my eyelids. I'm opening my eyes from a blink, and it's a bright, sunny morning. My hand is on the knob, having just closed it on my way out before this all began.

Darn! Five seconds off. I'm getting closer to a perfect time loop transition, though! I grin to myself, release the doorknob, and turn around to head back to the cafe for a fresh new Tuesday.

someone should write a story where there’s ppl stuck in a time loop, but the pov is from someone who rlly doesn’t care. there’s a whole ‘protagonist group’ or whatever trying to figure out how to escape the loop but this dude has just kept living their life so no one has noticed that they’re also stuck. they’re just sipping the exact same coffee order for the hundredth time watching the group strategize at an adjacent table and thinkin “man, wonder if they’re gonna figure out how to fix that today.”