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theballadofthesunandthestars · 2 months ago

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Hey! Been a rough day, to cheer myself and other people up maybe just a little, I’m rewatching Season 1 of PJO, and live-talking about things I love about parts of the episode. (Only positivity allowed!) I’m starting with Episode 1 and 2, so read on if you want!

Episode 1

Solid opening. The drums, the lightning strike, followed by the music. The expression on Walker’s face, the rain, which foreshadows Percy as a son of Poseidon. The first few lines lifted directly from the book, THE SCORE!!! I still remember how I felt when I first watched it, and I was in awe.

The kid who plays younger Percy is so expressive, it makes me giggle. His face when the counselor tells him it’s all in his head? Priceless. I think he’s returning for Season 2, and I’m so excited to see him again.

The coloring getting so much more vibrant when Grover entered his life?! I’m obsessed, Grover and Percy are platonic soulmates. And the way Percy immediately got defensive when Nancy hit Grover with her backpack? I love them.

Chiron has such a powerful voice, the casting department never misses.

Virginia was the perfect casting for Sally Jackson. She radiates such a warm energy. And the way she’s immediately teaching Percy to question the stories he’s been told about the gods. The lighting is also so warm, representing how warm Percy feels when he’s with her.

Mrs. Dodds is another perfect casting. That voice Megan has is so unique, and works in a way for that character that I could have never thought of on my own.

Grover’s compassion never fails to amaze me. The fact that he talks about how Nancy could be struggling is so incredible.

Also, I love the small details like Grover giving Percy the meat in his sandwich and Percy giving him the cheese. Just small stuff like that which shows how long they’ve known each other, how great of a bond they have, how being thoughtful and considerate to each other comes so naturally for both of them.

I like how you can already kind of see the age difference between Percy and Grover in this scene as well, where Grover talks like he’s older than he looks before he even reveals to us that he’s 24. He talks about life with a lot more experience and wisdom than Percy, even though developmentally they’re kind of at the same level. Again, the subtle details are incredible.

Again, what inspires Percy to action is a sense of protectiveness over Grover. When Nancy throws her cheese at Grover, that’s what makes him stand and go to fight her. Sure, Grover is Percy’s satyr protector, but Percy is incredibly protective of him, and it already foreshadows Percy’s fatal flaw of loyalty as well.

The way Mrs. Dodd’s costume melds into the Fury is such good design. I’m obsessed with it, and her costuming is SO GOOD.

The glance Chiron and Grover share, the way Grover looks so guilty when Chiron tells Percy Mrs. Dodds doesn’t exist? I love it when a character is in conflict with themselves and their duty.

Walker has such incredible comedic timing and delivery. He’s mastered the sassy teenage boy in all of his work.

Aryan truly gave me a new perspective on the character of Grover in his performance, which will become more evident later. But Aryan has such incredible micro expressions, and he really understands Grover and his relationship with Percy in a way I feel a lot of the fandom sometimes doesn’t. In this scene with the headmaster, he’s absolutely incredible, you can see Grover fighting with himself to do what will protect Percy, even if it hurts their friendship.

GROVER LOOKING AT PERCY BEFORE SAYING HE SAW PERCY ASSAULT NANCY I’m sick Aryan you sick man how dare you.

I just praised Walker’s comedic acting, and it’s worthy of praise, but I feel like in PJO, he really got to show off his emotional acting as well. Again, this becomes more prevalent later, but all the actors in this show do the most incredible acting with just their eyes, and Walker is no exception. In almost every close-up of an emotional scene, Walker has the most expressive eyes. You will probably see me talking about it constantly throughout my commentary.

In the scene with Chiron, it broke my heart seeing what years of emotional gaslighting has done to Percy. He’s unable to talk about what he thought actually happened, even with someone he likes and trusts, especially after he was “betrayed” by Grover. It makes me think of all the ADHD kids who are gaslit about their problems and are told it’s a character fault rather than a disability they can’t help. And again, both Walker and Glynn kill it in this scene.

THE SCORE I’m sick it’s so underrated

The sinking feeling when Percy is walking to his apartment and we hear Gabe yelling. We automatically understand what’s going on in Percy’s home life.

Also the detail of Percy knowing the plumber’s name? He’s so incredibly sweet

Gabe is clearly trying to get a rise out of Percy, and it’s so emblematic of a lot of abusive relatives who want a rise out of you, then immediately turn it against you. Love it.

I like the details sprinkled in about how Gabe abuses Sally. (Benefitting from her financially, controlling her phone, deciding when she can leave the apartment, etc.) It’s subtle, but weaves a story all on its own.

Both Percy and Sally are combative, and I love the mother/son parallels.

This show goes so far to humanize Sally in the most beautiful way. This becomes apparent in later episodes too, but the little details like listening to music and trying to unwind in the rain to be near Poseidon and the way she mirrors Percy in so many ways… I’m obsessed.

The way Percy mumbles “It really wasn’t my fault” into Sally’s neck when she hugs him, and the way he melts and hugs her back so tightly. The way Sally closes her eyes and just holds him so tightly. Walker and Virginia absolutely NAIL Sally and Percy’s relationship. We as the audience also feel the relief of being reunited with Sally that Percy feels in this moment.

Percy’s little smile when Sally says she believes him? So cute and such a small detail that works so well

Percy is so quiet, and Sally immediately picks up that it’s because of Grover’s “betrayal.” Then when Percy continues being upset, she realizes it’s something more and asks if there’s anything else he wants to talk about. Again, the little moments add up to really flesh out Sally and Percy’s relationship.

When Percy says he’s scared, that’s when Sally realizes just how dire the situation is, and she immediately makes plans to get him to a place where he will feel safe again. (Camp Half-Blood!) Also, the fact that Sally is the only person we’ve seen Percy actually be vulnerable with? Obsessed.

Again, Persassy? More like Sally-sassy! (Not as catchy, I know.)

Walker killing it with the comedic facial expressions as always.

Back to the opening scene, the foreshadowing of Kronos, and just the imagery of that single lantern held by a skeleton figure in the distance? Sends shivers up my spine. Also reinforces the fact that while Kronos is rising, he’s still weak right now. And the stronger he gets, the more he affects Percy’s dreams.

Also, Kronos mocks Percy’s vulnerability with his mother by repeating the fact that Percy is scared. Makes him intimidating, as we know whoever this figure is has been watching Percy for a while now, trying to decipher who he is.

SALLY WIPING AWAY TEARS I’m unwell. She puts on a brave face for Percy, but she’s terrified. Again, the humanization of Sally has been one of the best things to come out of this show. Virginia my beloved.

THE RACING love it.

The subtle foreshadowing of Percy’s father with the cabin on the beach and the seashell details, the set designers WENT OFF with this.

Pausing to talk about these two lines: “I found the marshmallows that don’t burn too easy.” “I don’t think it was the marshmallow’s fault I wasn’t paying attention.” Sally’s expression after is so heartbreaking, first of all, but these two lines tell us everything about Percy and Sally right now in the story. Sally is doing everything in her power to make life better for Percy and to make him feel less alone, and despite this, Percy is still alone and feeling unworthy and unlovable. He blames himself for the things he can’t help, like his ADHD. Sally did the best she could with Percy, but she could not protect him fully. And that’s so heartbreaking. Again, the little details and moments add up.

Sally staying quiet and letting Percy say what he needs to say until he doesn’t have the words anymore, then she steps in to help him. She’s so incredibly empathetic.

The shift in music when Sally asks “What did she say to you?” HELLO THE SCORE IS SO GOOD

THE FACE TOUCH WHEN PERCY ASKS ABOUT HIS DAD?!! Virginia you did NOT have to go this hard

Sally tearing up when trying to explain to Percy, I’ve said it so many times, but it’s so good.

Again, Walker with the comedy. He’s incredibly talented.

Sally crying when Percy says he’s wrong and broken? Shut up Virginia I CANNOT DO THIS-

“Baby no-“ STOP IT

Sally’s protective voice when someone knocks at the door, Sally my beloved

Seeing Grover so anxious really amps up the tension, we’ve always seen him so calm so far, and it really works when we see the shift.

Walker and comedy. Enough said.

The orientation speech Grover gives in the car, Grover my beloved.

Grover apologizing to Percy is so important to me. Grover cares about Percy so much, and desperately wants his friendship and support. Even though Grover did the right thing and he knows that, Percy is still hurt, and so Grover puts in the effort to make it right again. I love you, Grover.

Back to the orientation speech, I love Grover he’s truly a camp counselor.

I love the comedic aspect of Percy Jackson as a series. The comedy makes the emotional beats really stand out. The Minotaur wearing underwear? Hysterical, I love it

Sally’s determined face?! Truly mother

When the car crashes and she puts her arm over Percy? Mother.

Grover immediately going to get Sally and Percy out the car despite being injured? I love him, Percy protect him PLEASE

Sally means business. I love the shift in Virginia’s voice whenever Sally goes into protective mom mode versus when she talks to Percy.

THE LIGHTING FROM BEHIND PARALELLING THE LIGHTING IN THE MUSEUM FLASHBACK SCENE

Sally’s voice breaking when she says “you are not broken.” I am unwell

Sally confidently says, “It’ll be okay.” But then she sees Percy’s fear, and she melts. Again, so many little details in Virginia’s performance that just make me tear up.

Can’t wait to see Sally with a shotgun in Season 5, this scene with Sally and the Minotaur is so badass.

WALKER’S EYE ACTING IS BACK BABYYY

The glowing sword, I love it.

Percy only really acts up when someone he loves is hurt or in danger. He attacked Nancy after she bullied Grover, and now he’s attacking the Minotaur after he “killed” Percy’s mom.

Sally reaching for Percy as she dies, stop that I’m already on the floor

Percy’s hero moment immediately followed by the collapse, I’m weak.

ANNABETH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Amazing final frame, I love this episode.

EPISODE 2 BABYYYYYYY

ANNABETH CHASEEE y’all I’m gonna be praising Leah like crazy get ready bitches.

Grover once again watching over Percy as soon as he had recovered from his injuries, Grover cares about Percy so much.

Grover trying to cheer Percy up, then being with Percy when he’s sad? And the SELF BLAME Grover sweetie you did NOTHING WRONG-

Percy has only become more closed off now that his mother is gone, he straight up refuses to talk to one of his closest friends

THE CAMP LAKE I love this location so much for Camp.

This episode sets up a lot of little mysteries; who is this guy in the Hawaiian shirt? Why is there an empty wheelchair? Who was that girl standing over Percy? It keeps you engaged and makes it more fun to watch.

Jason was the best possible casting for Dionysus, I can’t wait to see him again in Season 2. He absolutely nails his lack-of-fucks attitude and sass.

PERCY AND DIONYSUS BANTER so fucking good

Grover I love you.

Again, both Jason and Walker are great at comedy, so the fake claiming scene makes me die of laughter. Also shout out to Diet Coke.

THE FAKE SINCERITY IN DIONYSUS’S VOICE CRACKS ME UP SO MUCH

The gold detailing on the leg Chiron was shot in is SOO GOOD the costume and makeup people put so much thought into each of these characters

BOTH GROVER AND PERCY LOOKING AT MR D AT THE SAME TIME IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

Grover and Percy are so protective of each other, Grover immediately trying to follow Percy and Chiron because he wants to ensure Percy is okay makes me tear up oh god Grover my beloved

Aryan’s goat walking is so fucking good. Also, we’re starting to see how expressive Aryan’s eyes are, he and Leah both have those big brown puppy eyes that you can’t say no to and they express so much emotion with them.

Camp Half Blood my beloved, I am obsessed with the design, and I can’t wait to see it again in Season 2.

The owl being unscripted is so fucking cool.

This is a world literally built for people with ADHD to thrive, thus the reappearing pen sword. Percy can’t lose it, which is a common problem for people with ADHD (like myself!)

The cabins have such cool designs, I wish I could see them all more closely.

THE WAY PERCY’S VOICE BREAKS WHEN HE SAYS “Never.” I AM SO UPSET SOMEONE GO ADOPT HIM PLEASEEEE

Hermes cabin not giving a fuck about Percy is so funny, they really don’t care.

The hopeful music when Percy looks around the cabin, followed by the shift down when he doesn’t get his own bed, the shift up when he sees his mother’s gifts, then the shift down when Luke appears?! This score slaps so fucking hard, and really dictates the emotions of the scene, making it clear how Percy is feeling in each moment. I love it so much.

Time for Charlie Bushnell praise. Charlie kills it as Luke, no questions about it. He really adopts the big brother role so quickly and naturally. Charlie also just radiates genuine charm and warmth, so it’s easy to fall in love with Luke and trust him immediately with Percy. Charlie kills it as Luke, and I will talk about his villainous stuff later, but he’s so good at all of it.

Again, with the little character details. The tree nymph pointing out how Grover has been picking more at his horns, showing how much Grover has been worrying about Percy. “You’re too hard on yourself, Grover. You always have been.” The fact that the horn picking comes back later in the season is also just SO GOOD

Grover went above and beyond for Percy, asking the Cloven council about Percy’s mom. Even when Percy is angry at him, Grover is determined to do right by him. It becomes obvious why Percy chose Grover to go on his quest with him, despite the prophecy warning of a betrayal.

Mr. D and Chiron’s relationship is so cute. They have such great chemistry together. The little glances they share while Grover talks is so cute.

Grover is determined to tell Percy the truth because he knows it hurts Percy when he’s lied to. Grover knows Percy so well and cares so much, it’s absolutely incredible.

Percy’s dream on the beach, in the same clothes he was in when he lost his mother, symbolizing how he’s still hung up on Sally.

The beach collapsing as Percy’s mortal life crumbles away, I love the symbolism in this dream.

Again, Luke reassuring Percy. It’s interesting to think that right now, Luke really does have the best of intentions with Percy, and wants to make him feel less alone and welcome at camp.

The subtle shift when Luke says, “Hermes is my father” CHARLIE THE PERFORMER THAT YOU ARE

Again, the slight bitterness in Luke’s voice when he talks about the gods, it’s just the right amount of subtle, and Charlie just kills it. You can already see hints of Luke as a villain on second watch through, but if you were a new viewer, it’s harder to pick up on. Details like this make the viewer more likely to go back and rewatch episodes, and I love it

Clarissa is an intimidating bully, but not in an irredeemable way. Love her.

Charlie is so good at the quiet cockiness that Luke has in the beginning. He’s a bit egotistical, and we can see hints of that now.

The way Luke’s face drops in sympathy when Percy is trying to figure out how to make his father stop ignoring him? You can already tell that Luke sees so much of himself in Percy.

The casual disabled representation, I love it.

Luke’s quiet confidence in Percy, encouraging him gently at every task and standing up for Percy in little ways in an attempt to help Percy find his place. I love it so much.

“We’re gonna find the thing that you’re good at. I know it.” Luke has been exactly where Percy is now, and he knows exactly what Percy needs to hear to help him push forward. Luke is the older figure Percy desperately needed in his life, and it makes the betrayal hurt so much more.

Luke’s slight bitterness about the burnt offerings? Again, subtle foreshadowing, and I love it, Charlie you killed it

Percy burning one of the jellybeans from Sally’s gift and trying to talk to her? I love it so much.

Again, the fact that Percy will only be vulnerable with Sally, even when she’s dead. He waits until everyone is asleep before he even tries a burnt offering, and sneaks off into the woods so he’ll have privacy. My poor sweet boy

Percy trying to stay happy for his mom, even though he’s not sure if she even listening, it’s so cute and sad

Percy’s determination and stubbornness is so good, and I just love it. You can already see hints of who Percy will be, and you can already start to see glimpses of a Greek hero in him.

Clarisse is the perfect bully for this series, and she’s genuinely intimidating. She is the perfect rival for Percy, and sets his character growth into motion. She’s a perfect antagonist in this episode.

Annabeth Chase, my beloved. I love her.

Annabeth trying to appear cocky and mysterious until Percy confirms that he recognizes her, then immediately trying to play it cool? She’s so funny, Leah you absolutely KILLED this scene.

Annabeth reminds me of me so much as a teenage girl, trying desperately to prove herself by being mysterious and stoic, but deep down just being such a sweetheart Leah absolutely understands Annabeth as a character and really brings her to life

Annabeth smiling, then noticing Percy, then immediately dropping the smile to try and look cool, it’s so funny and such an Annabeth thing to do.

I love the fact that they’re already foreshadowing Thalia. It’s also a great way to set up the stakes of forbidden kids.

Luke’s subtle devastation when he says Thalia didn’t make it? It ruins me.

Again with Luke having faith in Percy, by implying that Percy may be the demigod Annabeth’s been waiting for? (Also, that subtle romantic foreshadowing? I love it.)

Luke really is such an older brother figure, I love it so much.

“Not you, sunshine. You’re with me.” So fucking adorable, Annabeth really decided to just pick on this new kid so that she could win capture the flag for the fourth time in a row, and I’m obsessed with it.

The way Percy is scrambling for Annabeth’s approval and validation is so adorable.

Again, the foreshadowing is incredible. “You still don’t get where you fit into all this, do you?” This foreshadows Percy being the kid of the prophecy. Also, the adjustment of the armor strap very subtly foreshadows Annabeth’s romantic interest in him before she even falls for him.

Also, side note; I think at this point, she hasn’t developed a crush on him yet. I think the crush starts to take form in Episode 3. But I love the way Annabeth’s interest in him doesn’t steam immediately from romantic feelings or crushes for Percy, but out of trying to find her own path. She really fell for Percy when she least expected to fall for anyone.

Her cocky little smile when she puts the cap back on is SO CUTE Leah you ate with that

Showing off Luke’s skills as a swordsman, I love it. Also, his unquestionable faith in Annabeth is so sweet, and his faith in Percy as well to know what needs to be done to win the game.

Percy really is just a nerdy teenage boy, it’s so cute the way he just sort of messes around when Annabeth “leaves” him alone in the woods.

“Flag’s that way, it’s not here.” IM LAUGHING SO HARD the fact that Percy immediately gave up on getting glory when Annabeth rejected his help and is just sulking is so fucking funny

I love the way Clarisse toys with Percy. She’s like a lioness stalking her prey, makes her so much more intimidating.

The moment Percy is hurt, we see him lock in. We see just how skilled of a swordsman he is, and we can see Clarisse realize this and lock in as well.

The subtle devastation on her face when Percy breaks her spear, the only gift she had from her father? Even the antagonist is getting treated like a complex character who has her own motivations and feelings, I love it,

Also, I love the contrast between Clarisse and Annabeth through the way they fight. Both are incredibly skilled fighters, but Annabeth’s kills are always quick and efficient, relying on cleverness, and often letting the enemy defeat themselves, much like she did with Clarisse. Clarisse is more prideful and gleeful; she follows her emotions when fighting and finds enjoyment out of toying with her opponents when she knows she has them cornered. She fights hard and fast, using large weapons to intimidate her opponents and flashy movements to throw them off. This Capture the Flag game sets Annabeth up to be a clever and powerful warrior, while revealing the cracks and faults in Clarisse, thereby adding character to both of them. It’s done so well, I love it.

Luke leading the flag, showing how great of a leader he is and how skilled of a fighter, so fucking good.

Annabeth has a quiet confidence to her that Leah portrays so fucking well. So far, Annabeth has been kept in the safety of camp, where she knows her opponents well and knows how to defeat them. Her plans always work, so she’s self-assured and confident in them. Later on, when she enters the real world, we see her get shaken and lose some faith in herself, only for Percy and Grover to help her regain it. Anyways, when Percy is upset at her, she doesn’t care because she knows her plan worked, and she takes pride in it. Annabeth’s confidence is a huge part of her character and character arch, and Leah portrays it PERFECTLY.

Still, she’s empathetic. When she sees Percy is upset, her face shifts, and she helps him up and tries to explain to him. Annabeth is smug sometimes, but she cares so deeply about the people around her. She only shoves him in the water when she realizes she can’t properly explain it to him without showing him. Again, Leah nails these little shifts and moments in Annabeth’s character.

The little smile Annabeth has when she’s proven right about who Percy’s dad was? Adorable.

I love everything about the claiming scene. The simple yet powerful visuals, Percy’s heroic expression, the look on Luke’s face when he realizes just who Percy is, the voiceover by Chiron, and the SCORE!!!! It’s all done so perfectly

The loneliness in Percy’s new cabin compared to when he was in Hermes’? So devastating, I love it, really showing how Percy needs to face his new path alone, and how small he feels in the face of it.

Percy slowly realizing what Chiron and Mr. D are asking of him and being horrified, Walker Scobell the actor you are-

Again with Percy’s stubbornness! I love it. And it feels natural, not like a bratty kid trying to get out of doing work.

This to me is really where we see how the show is leagues better than the movie. I love Logan Lerman, he’s one of my favorite actors, but the fact that they aged Percy up in the movies is a mistake. Here, we see Percy for what he is; a terrified kid in over his head who’s lost his mother, the only person he felt he could trust, who has been thrust into this new and scary world. In the movie, his refusal at first to go on the quest feels like an angry teenager throwing a fit about being given responsibility, but in the show, we can see that it’s just a kid trying desperately to hold onto what little control left he has in this new and scary world. It’s so good.

“I am Sally Jackson’s son!” That’s my fucking golden BOY-

Grover my beloved, coming in and dropping a BOMBSHELL in the middle of that fight I love him.

Grover is offering a compromise, and a chance for Percy to regain some control over his life by offering up the fact that he can save Sally while getting the bolt. It really shows how well Grover knows Percy and how much he respects and loves Percy. I’ve said it so often, but Aryan absolutely KILLS IT as Grover, he really was the perfect casting.

The parallel between Percy and his namesake, Perseus, just trying to protect and save their mothers, I’m so ill I love it.

I want to do the other episodes, I’ll likely to them 2 at a time! Please reblog or comment with your own observations, I’d love to hear them!

#heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #grover underwood #walker scobell #aryan simhadri #leah sava jeffries #trials of apollo #charlie bushnell #luke castellan #dionysus #chiron #pjo series #pjo spoilers #the lightning thief #sally jackson

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independent-fics · 7 months ago

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Leverage OT3 Casual Touches

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This is mainly for @werewolfsmile and anyone else who wants to shout into the void with me about this ot3!

So far season 4 started off strong with lots of little ot3 moments I’ve been clocking on my latest rewatch. Today I watched “The Office Job” through “The Gold Job” and wanted to recap. Ngl it isn’t much…

Still good things but it was a lot of what we already see which is still beautiful. But mainly it was a lot of leaning, being in each others spaces, and a lot of the handshake. (For the purposes of this post I’m skipping “The Girls Night Out Job” and “The Boys Night Out Job” simply because those two are a whole other beast of ot3 moments that I would like to gif separately and also not a lot of touching (besides the handshake in the boys night) which is what we’re focusing on here.)

“The Office Job” is my favorite comfort episode of Leverage. Everything about is pure gold. Despite Hardison and Eliot arguing the whole time about a sandwich they still manage to pull together in the end and have one of the funniest moments in the episode which is of course topped off by the handshake. Once again mainly in each other’s spaces or leaning this episode.

“The Lonely Hearts Job” also such a great episode of basically the ot3 parent trapping Nate and Sophie and Eliot out here doing the absolute most showing he knows his team in the end of the episode.

As for casual touches a lot with Eliot and Parker (I feel like there’s always more with Eliot and Parker in trying to find more with Eliot and Hardison but mainly they just always lean in each others spaces and orbit each other, compared to Eliot and Parker which sometimes have a similar but different dynamic due to comparing how Parker in the beginning of the series was very adverse to touch. Not from Hardison and Eliot now though:)).

This scene starts out with them with a gap but they gradually get closer (I know this can happen when scenes are reshot. As I always say though let me read the subtext how I want. They were further apart then they got closer soooo)

My favorite thing is the shoulder bumping as they’re walking out. All I have to say.

Here they’re betting whoever gets the highest bid gets a steak which is super cute later because Eliot loses and puts up a fight about making it but then totally has heart eyes and smiles when he “loses” that argument too. Why wouldn’t he make his boyfriend a steak. There’s also a later scene I totally forgot to gif when they’re getting the guy flirting with Sophie out of the way and he calls Hardison (who’s in character) an idiot and I know Eliot did not need to take him down as hard as he did all I have to say.

And once again we have the leaning in each others spaces, shoulder touching, and once again the handshake. None of the other bachelors were standing this close on stage just saying.

Then we have “The Gold Job” where Parker literally gets up to sit next to Eliot? Wonderful. But then there’s some shoving but for context the whole scene was kinda tense because Hardison was running his first con. But then right before the camera changes Eliot moves closer!!!

But then they end up further apart again which I’m assuming may be due to reshoots.

Just generally the comfort between all of them gets me in these scenes. They’ve come a lot way and even though the beginning of season four I feel like shows this a lot more I’m still glad I’m finding scenes with their casual touches as I’m finishing out season 4.

That’s all I have for tonight :D I’m finishing up season 4 tomorrow so I’m sure I’ll be adding to this later.

Hope you like my gifs :) haven’t gifed in so long but I’m happy I’m learning again. Quality still needs work though.

Bonus:

Here’s a bonus gif of Eliot looking like he’s blowing a kiss in the button cam footage in “The Office Job” because I thought it was funny. This is once again getting added to my “why didn’t I notice this before” list. I just wanna know for whom Eliot. :)

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nalyra-dreaming · 9 days ago

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Hello!

I only just joined this fandom about two months ago, but in that time I’ve rewatched the show about 10 times and now I’m reading the books. It’s basically consumed my life.

Anyway, I don’t really have a question, but I’m rewatching season 1 (again!) and it’s gotten me thinking so much about Louis & his sexuality & what his family knows about his sexuality/his relationship with Lestat/his vampirism.

I got the impression that his family knows he’s gay (or at the very least, strongly suspects) but it’s one of those things that they just never talk about and pretend isn’t true (this makes sense given the time period and the fact that they’re religious). But in episode 1, Grace says she heard Louis had been hanging out with Lestat. And in episode 2, Florence says “you live half a mile away” …implying that she knows he’s living with Lestat? And then later (and by this time in the timeline it’s 1917), Grace asks Louis “are you still with Lestat” and Louis says “you know my situation” —What does that mean???? There are also little things that hint that they know there’s clearly something different about him, but they don’t necessarily know he’s a vampire.

But I’m just thinking how crazy it is because from his family’s perspective, like, they’ve probably always known he was gay, but they never said anything and he never said anything and then all of a sudden he just starts living openly with another man and they hardly ever see him anymore…

I know they made Louis’ family much bigger characters in the show than they are in the books and the show has kind of moved on from it being about Louis holding on to his humanity but there are still so many unanswered questions about his human family and what they did and didn’t know…maybe I just need to find some fan fiction that explores this, if there is any.

Anyway, so sorry for this long rambly message and I didn’t even actually have a question. Like I said, I just got into this fandom and I discovered this show during a really difficult period in my life and it’s the first thing that’s really made me feel joy in a long time so I guess I’m just a bit over-excited.

Hehehe, welcome to the madness! *hugs* :) I cannot count anymore how often I have rewatched. 😅 I'm glad it brings you joy, and I hope it will continue to do so for a loooonnggg time.

Thank you for this not-ask :)

I do think Louis' family definitely knew, but it just wasn't talked about, and his mother had more prejudice about it than Grace had, which is also something quite common no... particular shade here (to put it that way).

They knew and Grace especially was very happy for him, she just became resentful when the baby incident happened, which I can understand.

I agree that from their perspective the sudden change must have been quite something to behold :), but then Louis was only coming home sometimes even before as Grace pointed out. I think Louis spent a lot of times in the businesses, his own and the other brothel owners'. And that was something that both his mother and Grace more or less closed their eyes to.

But yeah, the money shielded Louis and Lestat for all those decades at Rue Royale. Because everybody must have known. They were in the middle of the city after all :), and some events were rather difficult to miss :)))

I am sorry, but I cannot really help you with the exploration of his family ties there wrt fanfiction - maybe someone who reads this can recommend some :)

*hugs* Enjoy your time in the fandom dear!! Feel free to ask if you have questions - or non-questions :))

#Anonymous #ask nalyra #amc iwtv #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire

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paxesoterica · 2 years ago

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Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury reminded me that I actually do enjoy watching anime, and since I have a bit of a backlog of ones I’ve either watched a few episodes or haven’t started at all, I was inspired by this post to make a scorecard of anime that I intend to watch over the course of this year.

My self-imposed rules are I will not start any other anime before I have finished these 16 (with the exception of Witch from Mercury, see below), I will be watching them with Japanese voice acting and subs, and that, gvien my experience with watching Witch from Mercury on a weekly basis, I won’t try to binge and instead watch an episode or two each day, since that will fit better into how busy life can get, and also give me more time to really think about what I just watched before moving on.

The shows above are listed in chronological order of release (1979-2023), but not the order I’ll necessarily watch them in (I like having the freedom to pick and choose), with additional notes below:

1.) Mobile Suit Gundam (1979; dir. Yoshiyuki Tomino): A more experienced Gundam fan who is also fond of Revolutionary Girl Utena recommended this and War in the Pocket (see below) if I was curious about other Gundam shows. Since I’ve been meaning to watch some older anime for awhile anyway, this seemed like a good series to start with, especially with its historical importance to the medium. I have previewed the first episode and I think it holds up well so far. I will only be watching the 43 episodes of the original anime at this time, so not the movie compilations or the sequel series like Zeta or ZZ (yet).

2.) Mobile Suit Gundam 0080: War in the Pocket (1989; dir. Fumihiko Takayama): I mentioned that I would permit myself freedom to choose the watch order, but since War in the Pocket is a side-story set around the same period as Mobile Suit Gundam, I feel it would be better to watch the former after the latter, so that I’ll have a better understanding of the setting.

3.) Goldfish Warning! (1991; dir. Junichi Sato): Goldfish Warning! has an interesting history, in that it’s something of a predecessor to Sailor Moon: the latter would reprise the former’s timeslot, much of its staff (including the director and his assistants, among which was a young Kunihiko Ikuhara), and a similar style of slapstick comdey. As a bonus, I’m 99% certain that one of the leads, Chitose Fujinomiya, would serve as inspiration for the Revolutionary Girl Utena character, Nanami Kiryuu. I will be watching both the 45 episode anime series and its accompanying film.

4.) Neon Genesis Evangelion (1995; dir. Hideaki Anno): The thing that piqued my interest in this show was a short review that I read years ago (don’t remember when or where), and that may have been translated from Japanese iirc. The review talked about how gender roles in Eva were inverted compared to mecha shows that came before it, such as how Shinji acted more like stereotypical female characters from such shows, while Asuka acted like what you’d expect from stereotypical male characters. I don’t know how true that observation is, but it stuck with me, and I’ll be keeping an eye out for that. I will be watching the original 26 episodes as well as the End of Evangelion film. I’m debating if I also want to include the Rebuild of Evangelion films, but I’m currently leaning towards watching those sometime later.

5.) FLCL (2000; dir. Kazuya Tsurumaki): I watched the first four episodes at a con, but never finished, so I’ll be doing a rewatch from the first episode. I’ll be watching the original OVA series, but leave the sequel seasons for another time.

*6.) Princess Tutu (2002; dir. Junichi Sato & Shogo Koumoto): I needed to watch this anime after watching an amv of it titled Dance of Death (it’s got spoilers, including for what I’m assuming are the last episodes, but if you don’t mind that or have already seen it, I highly recommend giving it a gander). I watched ‘til around episode 16~ until real life interrupted, so I’m starting over and watching it from the beginning. This is the first of the three shows I’m currently watching, and up next is Ep. 02.

7.) Michiko & Hatchin (2008; dir. Sayo Yamamoto): Multiple reviewers I trust said it was good, the setting and premise sound pretty different from anime norms, and I’m intrigued by the bit of trivia that apparently the director made it explicitly for office ladies to enjoy after coming home from their shift.

8.) Star Driver (2010; dir. Takuya Igarashi): Pretty sure I learned about Star Driver from this chart tracing the work of some of the members of Be-Papas (not *everything* anime-related comes back to Revolutionary Girl Utena, but a lot of it does, yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ). I’ll be watching the series, but I’m not sure about the movie since apparently it’s a compilation film, so I’ll have to think about it.

9..) Penguindrum (2011; dir. Kunihiko Ikuhara & Shouko Nakamura): I’ve heard mixed opinions on this one, but it’s an Ikuhara-directed anime so I want to watch regardless, and form my own opinions about it. I’ll watch the 24 episodes, but I’m not sure about the Re:cycle films that came out recently.

10.) Mob Psycho 100 (2016; dir. Yuzuru Tachikawa, Takahiro Hasui): Someone made a vhs recording of the show’s first OP that ran on loop, and that was apparently enough to lodge itself in my brain. I watched the first season and a couple episodes of the second, until real life interrupted, so I’ll start fresh and watch all three seasons, plus the two OVAs that were apparently made.

11.) Sarazanmai (2019; dir. Nobuyuki Takeuchi & Kunihiko Ikuhara): Another Ikuhara-directed anime. I was halfway through before real life interruptions, but watching 11 episodes should be relatively easy.

12.) Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle (2020; dir. Mitsue Yamazaki): In retrospect, I slept on this show, as I hadn’t realized it was another comedy by the director of Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun, not to mention that the premise is a nice subversion of a classic fantasy trope.

13.) Shadows House (2021; dir. Kazuki Ouhashi): I dug the gothic fantasy vibe I got from the review I read. I will be watching both seasons.

*14.) Bocchi the Rock! (2022; dir. Keiichirou Saitou): Repeatedly saw the protagonist compared to Suletta Mercury due to social anxiety, and am staying for the show’s willingness to experiment with animation. This is the second of the three shows I’m currently watching, and up next is Ep. 05.

*15.) Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury (2022; dir. Hiroshi Kobayashi & Ryou Andou): The whole reason I started watching this show was this post. And now I have brainrot am perfectly normal about this show. Starting with Ep. 02, I watched this show every Sunday it was out, and intend to resume doing so in April. It is possible that I might not be able to finish this show in 2023, since previous Gundam shows have run about ~50-ish episodes, and this show’s predecessor, Iron-Blooded Orphans, was initially slated to run only 25 episodes, only to reveal that the show length had been doubled in what would have been the last episode. So, I’ll finish Witch from Mercury in either 2023 or 2024.

*16.) The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady (2023; dir. Shingo Tamaki): Another lead compared to Suletta, this time due to rescuing a bride from her jerk fiance and being really gay. This is the third of the three shows I’m currently watching, and up next is Ep. 04.

#anime #mobile suit gundam #mobile suit gundam 0080: war in the pocket #goldfish warning!#kingyo chuuihou!#neon genesis evangelion #flcl #princess tutu #michiko & hatchin #star driver #penguindrum #mob psycho 100 #sarazanmai #sleepy princess in the demon castle #shadows house #bocchi the rock!#mobile suit gundam: the witch from mercury #the magical revolution of the reincarnated princess and the genius young lady #my writing

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momoemarias · 1 year ago

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So I rewatched one of my fave cartoons ever recently

eene is so far in the rearview mirror for me now that I forget a lot of what it was initially like when the show was airing on tv. Like I couldn’t remember why some people thought s4 was a step down from s3 (even though I agree s3 is my fave). But I read someone’s review of a twist of ed that jogged my memory. Basically the reviewer was disappointed that they missed the opportunity to change the status quo at the end. And it hit me that there are s4 eps that are waaay more enjoyable knowing that we get s5 and the movie later. They aren’t BAD they’d just be kind of a bummer if s4 really was the end. I really disliked take this ed and shove it because it felt like such a grim note to end on. So while I do like s4 this realization made me remember why it left some people sour. That being said I wish s4 got way more credit for its silly goofy eps! It definitely wasn’t all bitter.

Here’s a possibly hot take: if anything s5 PROVES their friendship is still strong. Like Edd has every reason to be busy with school things and still chooses to be attached to the hip with slackers like Ed and Eddy? It feels unfair to me that this season gets blamed for being this dysfunctional era of the show. There are iffy moments here and there sure, but there are way more positives imo. I’m a s5 defender. It does commit a few crimes (a couple eps feel boring and they do more gross jokes?) but it’s pretty great. My least fave season is s1 (it’s just a little undercooked sorry).

I kind of wish the line in Edd’s character bible re: always being ready for action was more popular with fans. He’s a stick in the mud in a funny way not in a stops the plot in its tracks way! He’s open to silly stuff even in the later seasons! He just has to complain and be annoying (affectionate) first. I remember some of those more hypocritical writing moments confusing me as a kid (like do you want to be here?? lol) but in hindsight it just doesn’t feel that serious anymore. Edd is there because those are his friends, he likes doing the scams, there’s no ‘guilty by association’ and he wouldn’t be better off with the other kids since people love to forget he’s an outcast too.

I wish I could remember more of what it was like pre-movie. It’s so easy to handwave away some interpretations now that there’s a legit conclusion.

It feels like the abusive households theory is more prevalent than the (lame tbh) purgatory theory these days. The only thing I disagree with is that I don’t think any of the Eds’ parents are like. hellspawn or anything. I think there is neglect in both Ed and Edd’s households but they don’t hate their kids they’re just imperfect. Less malicious intent and more… they could do a lot better lol. I think Eddy’s parents are pretty good (comparatively?).

Admittedly though Ed’s home life is super hard to pin down bc the iconic WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STAIRS moment is taken so seriously. But Kevin’s parents put chains around the tv and cookie jar when he gets grounded so like!! what is real and what is cartoony exaggeration in this universe!!

On that note I actually think Ed’s bedroom being in the basement is… really cool? It would be concerning if there’s a lot of mold down there, but I always thought a teen (pre-teen in this case) boy would love having a cool spacious lair for a bedroom. He has his own tv even! I’m willing to bet the boys spend the most time in Ed’s bedroom than anyone else’s (which is so weird considering Eddy’s is on ground level AND has its own door. like hello that should be the hangout spot).

I could talk more but this has been in my drafts long enough. Sometimes a 20yo Canadian cartoon can be so personal.

#eene #ed edd n eddy #basically a thought dump lol

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Truly. And thank you so much. Well, considering the series does make me happy (including a certain someone), I feel like I will probably be happy while reading it and true. We got hints of angst in the anime and I feel like they’ll undoubtedly be explored more.

Sure thing. And do. It’s good so definitely check it out when you have the chance. I see and I understand. My friend sent me some manga panels of the slightly darker moments and I feel like it would have been difficult to animate. Though I have heard that they’re making another season, that’s coming out this April, so it’ll be interesting to see how that goes. Yeah. The second season is pretty much entirely anime-only and Alois and Claude do not exist in the manga universe. But the third season is based on the manga again so then the anime series becomes good again. Me too. Like I was already excited to hear about him voicing Grelle and then Lawless’s VA also appeared later on so that’s just great. But at some point Grelle did sing and I could connect the voice to Yata’s moment in Requiem of Red.

Don’t worry. That will never happen to me. I look forward to reading long texts from my friends. And mine are as well so it’s totally fine. Thank you. I sent out the replies slightly earlier today since I finally got everything typed out. And looking forward to seeing all of your post stuff. That’s really nice to hear 😊

Thank you. We’ll see since honestly, even though I am looking forward to everything, there are still many chapters to read but I do hope to read more of it because I feel like Servamp has become a new love of mine. Thank you. I’ve given you my essay and hope that it’s all clear enough since it was a ramble but it was the only way I knew how to do it. It’s nothing. Some bits were a bit more difficult to come up with than others but all in all, didn’t take extremely long. Only time will tell with that one. But either way, I am looking forward to learning more about him and of course seeing more of Lawless (and him). But yeah, every interaction is important so they will be interesting to see.

I see. That is a real shame and sounds like it would be horrible in some cases. I see. A part of me figured that after I initially read your message but it’s so horrible that they’ll still fight you, especially if the frames are super expensive. But I am glad that there is an optometrist around that you can go to, even if it does take ages. Yeah. I can imagine that. Like overall, I have pretty okay eyesight since I don’t wear my glasses during the day in the house but I feel like I’d also definitely struggle with reading the subtitles unless I was sitting right in front of the TV. And it’s great that it has great sound quality 😃 And fair enough. Best to use things util you entirely can’t anymore.

I see and that does make sense then. Glad to hear that you also love that song 😄 And wow, that’s a lot of songs. I have a playlist of slightly more than 70 songs that I listen to while posting on AO3 or doing something with my hands that’s routine but I also sometimes listen to songs that aren’t on the playlist while I’m on my computer, doing other stuff. True. I rewatched some Naruto episodes some time ago and just went straight for the dub, not even considering the sub since I knew it was good. Sure thing 💕

I'm so glad the series makes you happy and I'm looking forward to talking to you more about it, both through anything you wanna send through the inbox and in our messages through dm's (which I am hoping to get off one more within the next week or so before I go temporarily AWOL to write commissions/passion projects). And I will say they definitely do explore more of everything touched upon in the anime within the manga. Manga often gives more space and time to really flesh out events and characters and development, just because the pacing can be a little more relaxed and it's one of the things about that medium that I really love.

I will check it out when I get the chance and thanks again for letting me know about it. And I do feel the art style of Black Butler, though ungodly beautiful at points, is something that definitely would be hard to animate and still keep looking exactly that way. And I hope you'll enjoy the new season when it comes out. I have been told by another friend that some of the specials are really fun to watch, but it's definitely worth it to devote my time to catching up manga-wise if I feel like getting back into Black Butler, so I might just bump that up the to-read list a little, especially since I've been a little spoiled in that I'm told there's some really interesting things going on now with Undertaker and that was a character I had really loved and found intriguing. I couldn't name a single one of the voice actors from shows I like without googling the characters I first heard them as, so again, just you and the people like you, who can hear those characters all in the voices and know voice actors work definitely make me flabbergasted, in the best of ways, and make me really happy for these artists getting the recognition and love that deserves.

Aww, thank you so much for saying that. That's very reassuring to hear because yeah, when I get talking, I don't shut up and I have been told by friends in real life that getting texts from me can feel a little bit like a bombardment but I'm always just so excited to talk to interesting people and discuss things and share my thoughts. Plus, I adore long replies and walls of text from people, because it shows excitement and enjoyment of the conversation, so long replies never both me either, so you're cool that way. And I have the replies but haven't really taken the time to fully read everything, just in trying to work away at stuff as quickly as possible. And thank you for looking forward to it and I hope I won't disappoint. I will take this point to say, if everything goes well, I'm ahead of schedule enough that I should be able to completely clear the inbox and draft folders and reply to dm's before I take my sabbatical to write that commission and a couple things I've been pining after time to write, like The Ever Young, the delinquent! Shouhei fic, and a couple AO3 planned fanfics. I have two AU posts, two match-up requests, two regular headcanon requests, three drabble/fic requests, and this and another chattering reply to do so really, I'm down to under 10 actual replies to write.

I have never done this in the blog history but am taking the opportunity to ask that nobody send anything new, even chattering, to my inbox. Despite me closing it, I have been getting new requests. I kept one but deleted three. I really need a little bit of radio silence, just for a week or so, so I can really buckle down and write these posts without my focus getting distracted or me feeling like things just keep being added to the 'to-write' pile, please and thank you.

You're very welcome. And I love that it's become a new love of yours and honestly, in my opinion, you're getting through it at a really good rate. And for anyone wondering, and because I did see your dm asking this question, I am not caught up fully on Servamp, I lost the time to really read it shortly after Niccolo was introduced, so no spoilers please past that point. And your essay was both lovely to read and clearly written, as are most of your fandom thoughts! You know I do enjoy hearing them. And thank you again for doing that for me. I have read through all that and it's perfect and just what I had been hoping for and I will make good use out of it!

And it is a shame, because good quality health care should be a basic human right to me, but at the same time, I have to remember to see the positives in it all. And I don't agree with fighting any patient for their prescription, as it's actually legally a right for the patient to know and you actually hit the nail on the head - Vogue Optical frames can range from $200-$400, after my lens prescription is added in there, as I have absolutely horrific eyesight and already wear bifocals at my age. So, not even ashamed to admit that I am a little jealous of people who don't need to wear glasses all the time and terribly jealous of people who don't need to wear them at all because I've been wearing glasses since pre-K haha.

I love music, and I only switched to a digital library because I ran out of space. I still have, in storage, a shit ton of CD's (both burnt and bought) and cassette tapes, plus a couple vinyl records. Music is a pretty constant for me, that or podcasts, way more than I would say television is and every time I sit down to write, I normally make an hour or two long playlist to listen to while writing so I get having a playlist for when you're posting on AO3. Heck, even the shortest of my drabbles on here have at least a 3-4 song playlist I listened to while writing them, and some of my AU's have a 20 song playlist I listened to on loop while thinking them out and writing them. Also, always up for song recommendations, in case anyone has some, just putting that hint out in the universe for ya'll to drop them in my dm's.

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🤝 critiquing the thing but enjoying it .. i get you!! honestly idk when you last watched it (after it got cancelled after s2?) and i will say that like. i was watching it for the first time with a friend who was rewatching + he didn't remember much abt them either. but the relationship just has. dubious foundation (imo) that does Not get addressed 😭 i won't say anything on the actual plot of their relationship but don't be worried 😭 im more talking about the state of the writing for both characters because it never seems to get proper resolutions or depth where it desperately needs it

i really enjoy the concept of yja most of the time (s1, most of 2, most of 4) i just wish the writers didnt bite off more than they could handle because i stare at the writing sometimes. that being said. the middle of season 4 is some of the most fun i think i had its genuinely so so good hehe. hope u have fun with it when u get there.. the state of the overall writing for yja i think acts like an inverse bell curve. theres still good to be found tho :]

u dont feel like a newcomer to me!! theres just like. a staggering amount of history and iterations of every character 😭 i feel like ill never get over feeling new either!! at some point u just give up and frankenstein

happy to share more abt kon tho :) im far from an expert like i havent Finished everything hes in or anything like that but from one "anger is an okay response to grief and trauma" defender 2 another i am clinking my glass against urs 🥂

nooo it’s not giving up, frankensteining IS the goal! i’m reading to ADD to the amalgamation, THIS! is my design!!

in all seriousness, i’m glad to hear that yja picks up in later seasons bc i Did stop when it got cancelled, didn’t even know they had as many as 4 seasons tbh. i was rly just gonna return to this thing blind lol, good to know there’s still stuff to look forward to!

i kinda hated romance as a kid tho so i think going into it now with those nostalgia goggles is giving me that expectation anyway. younger me was preparing current me for the worst 😔👊 god i forgot how annoying romantic subplots were in cartoons, my past is coming back to haunt me…

also i totally feel you on never finishing comics, even abt our faves, we are like this 🤝 we’ll get there tho, slowly but surely…

#man don’t even get me started on character frankensteining i have a whole process abt it it’s an Ordeal </3 #danswers #dc #yja #im kinda excited to review s2 it’ll be rly interesting to compare to my s1 thoughts #agh i love documenting my dc thoughts it’s like a personal timeline archive that i’m dragging everyone else into hehe

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teamrockethell · 5 months ago

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My Origin Story…

Part 1: My Origin Story…

It all started when I was little. Pokémon Season 18 or Smth Like That was my favorite show. I once binged it for four hours straight, finishing the season, and was ready to restart it, but unfortunately my mom kicked me off the TV and told me to touch grass.

Sometime later I had tried to find the show again. Gone. No longer on Netflix. I was like 7. I didn’t know you could find it anywhere other than Netflix. I travelled across the lands, searching far and wide for the same show I had watched. But none of the seasons were the same. I remember vaguely watching some pokémon movie and not understanding anything and seeing Brock and being like “who the fuck is this???” I even saw like an episode and a half of season 1, which I apparently didn’t like. L take season 1 solos.

Years pass by. I forget about the show. And then, I somehow find out that the season I watched was XYZ. Cool, but it didn’t trigger the obsession. What came next, was my downfall.

Part 2: The Tumblr Sexyman Wiki.

(image from a slide from my pokémon sucks slideshow i made for a presentation “night” with my friends)

Seventh grade. I’m going through the character lists on the aforementioned site and laughing at the ones I recognize. And then I see them. Jessie and James. Team Rocket. I read the page. I got invested. I lowkey started to ship it. I read the bulbapedia rocketshipping page. Little did I know, I had just fallen down into a deep, dark rabbit hole.

Archive of Our Own. Fanfiction.net. Random ass websites, anything I could find that had new rocketshipping fics (except Wattpad cause it’s asssssss). I learned about Jessebelle. I was truly hooked.

Started watching the show. Got to Holy Matrimony, and my brain absolutely sunk its claws into the episode. I was thinking about it 24/7 during school. Just barely keeping it together and not brainrotting all over my friend about it (mission failed but thankfully they hardly remember it). Made some character fanart but i guess art block or something and also how the fuck do you draw Jessebelle’s hair. Uhh other stuff too i don’t feel like listing. I was also rewatching the episode a lot.

(my favorite episode and favorite scene so far!!)

Bonus Section: German idk

okay but the double trouble or whatever german version of the song (gleich gibt es ärger) is straight FIRE that song goes hard it was the only thing i listened to (along with two other german versions of pokémon songs) for a while. like during school i was listening to it always. i tried to subtly get my friends to look at what i was listening to thinking i could arise mysterious intrigue and get them to ask me about it 😭😭😭 also tried watching the series in german but didn’t get very far for whatever reason.

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Part 3: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

eventually i started screenshotting the show and man did things devolve from there. I went from only screenshotting cool scenes to literally almost every other frame. one of the most recent episodes i watched i took nearly 100 screenshots what the fuck bro. anyways i got about over 1,700 screenshots and counting to go through and post, wish me luck!!

man i wrote a lot uhhhh.

yeah.

i hope future me appreciates this short partial biography of sorts 🫶💖✨

#for organizational purposes post 1 #non-screenshot post

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i saw you asked what conservatives see in spn, I’m currently at mid s14 of rewatching spn with my right wing father and it’s is... absolutely a viewing experience. His favorite character is dean because my dad finds him personable and funny and he likes the older brother dynamic between him and Sam, and the relationship with John reminded him of his own dad. but my dad also REALLY loves castiel. Lazarus Rising is one of his favorite episodes just for Cas’ entrance, and he really really enjoyed like. girlboss s4-6 and 8 Cas killing people. and it’s incredibly strange because my dad is a Christian pastor, he does prison ministry for inmates every week. so I’d assumed he wouldn’t like cas as a character because his character development is about losing faith in God, but no my dad fucking loved it. he said it reminded him of his own abusive father and he became like... a castiel apologist. when we got to TMWWBK my dad kept saying that he “loves dean, but cas is right in this situation” until cas slaughtered the Republican campaign office lol. when the writers started nerfing Cas in season 9 my dad was annoyed and said “cas used to be so cool ://“, but then when we got to the episode Claire is introduced he changed his mind and said he liked that Cas who was formerly very violent and ‘would kill a child’ had calmed down and learned to love while the opposite happened to dean which cas was visibly saddened by. and at this point I wasn’t sure if my dad was reading it as queer because he also said shit like ‘cas is a christian character’ and then just didn’t elaborate. when we got to Amara he was fucking MAD that they’d given dean a love interest he said it wasn’t ‘satisfying to the plot, he doesn’t even know her”. when we got to Lily Sunder and the ‘I’ll cure you of your human weakness’ my dad was like ‘holy shit. is castiel (spanish slur for gay man).” and i just walked away lol cuz he knows that i am gay too. when I came back he said some shit to me like “listen i change my mind that word only applies to bad homosexuals” and then he was silent for a long time before saying “plus he isn’t even a man. see he was a woman before. also dean doesn’t feel like that so it’s just sad”. when we got to 12.22 and cas being stabbed by lucifer my dad like audibly fucking gasped and started yelling in spanish and did the old man thing where he leaned forward in his recliner. with the widower arc and dean being a little bitch to jack I forget which episode it was but my dad said “i think they are trying to show that he (dean) is acting like his father. because sometimes they compare characters, so I think dean is John and castiel is” and then he forgot Mary’s name for a moment so he said “castiel is his wife.” and then 5 seconds later he went “wait. wait” and paused the tv and just looked at me going “what the fuck. what the fuck. he’s Not Gay!!!! But he is the husband?’ absolutely insane viewing experience. when we got to Tombstone my dad told me “i hope he gets a new female body, because dean loves him but isn’t gay”. sorry that this was so long im unwell

BRO. BRO BRO BRO. EXCUSE ME? I LOVE THIS.

#spn #asks #Anonymous

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fandomscombine · 4 years ago

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The Hargreeves Kerfuffle Part 1 : Disastrous Childhood (Prologue)

TUA Series Part 1: Disastrous Childhood

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

An idea came to me at 2am after binging TUA S2 and rewatching S1 right after!

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.

This part follows when the young Hargreeves Siblings had their powers manifested and the development of The Umbrella Academy.

Contains: Sibling Angst and Fluff. Reginald being a crappy father but sometimes not really?

The series will consist of 10 parts. Where the reader would have a focused interaction with each sibling. (Eg. After this part, it would be Luther x Reader, then Diego x Reader and so on! –Yes Ben is included)

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A/N: This is my first ever TUA fic and I’m doing a series. WOw ambitious I know. Anyways I hope you enjoy! And tell me how you feel about it!

>>MASTERLIST<<

>>THE HARGREEVES KERFUFFLE SERIES MASTERLIST<<

READ: [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]

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On October 1, 1989, 43 women across the globe gave birth despite them not being pregnant when the day began. In news of this mysterious happenings, Sir Reginald Hargreeves immediately went out of his way to find as many of these special babies. He has successfully adopted 8 of these children and you were one of them.

One might think that when a person adopts not one, but eight kids would have so much love to give but they would be mistaken. Sir Reginald Hargreeves—Dad, was not a loving father. It would be a miracle for one to see the man show any other emotion apart from anger. Sir Reginald Hargreeves was distant and treated the children like they were experiments that the dynamic felt closer to a doctor/patient relationship. The children weren’t given actual names, only to be called by their numbers based on the order Sir Reginald Hargreeves had procured them. It was only when Grace, their robot mother insisted they have a real name, were the children given them. And so, the children were:

Number One - Luther Hargreeves

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves

Number Five – Five Hargreeves

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves

Number Seven – Vanya Hargreeves

And finally,

Number Eight - y/n Hargreaves

For 6 years, the only special thing about the children was that they were miraculously conceived and birthed within a day, the same day. However, on the 7th year , October 1 1996, more strange things started to happen to the children.

It first started with Ben at breakfast. Dad as usual is cold and strict more so in the early morning. ‘Sit up straight Number Six.’ He directed without even a glance up from his newspaper at hand.

‘Yes Sir.’

Beside him you place your hand on his and whispered, ‘You alright Ben? You look sick.’

He gulped. ‘Yea y/n.’ Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

‘You sure?’ you questioned, not buying it.

‘Umhmm never bett-----’

You expected vomit to come out but what happen next is something you would never though was possible.

Screams broke out everywhere.

You feel yourself being raised above the table. Looking down, you were 5 feet off the ground held by what seemed to be tentacles.

‘Take that!’ You hear some shout then a thud. Diego had brought down a knife to the tentacle that had suffocated him and in now laying on the floor covered in green blood.

The sight finally snapped you out of your shock, your fight or flight reflexes kicked in.

A quick sweep of your surroundings showed Five and Klaus on either side of you, they too are struggling with the ever-tightening grip of the monstrous arm.

While on the ground, Vanya and Allison are making their way to Ben in hopes of helping him control whatever all this that was coming out of his body. While Luther is fighting off the arms away from Diego who seem to have broken his leg from the fall.

Dad, Mom and Pogo are nowhere to be seen.

You move your head to the left, knowing that Klaus doesn’t do well in small spaces. ‘Klaus it’s okay buddy, Dad would find a way to fic this. Just breathe’ You choked out ‘Just breathe Klaus, everything’s gonna be alright.’

‘mmmm!’ That was Klaus’ only reply but you were thankful to see him to fidget less. He seemed to have taken your advice – how much of the second part of that advice be true, you genuinely don’t know.

You try to move your head to face the right towards Five but no dice. The arm was wrapping itself closer to your neck. ‘Five’ you call out, but it was barely a whisper. ‘five..’

‘Y/N!!’ Five’s scream was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

‘She’s broken a couple of ribs and sprained her neck. But’s she’s gonna be okay. Just needs time to rest.’

‘And how long would that time Pogo?’

‘She would need to say in bed for 2 to 3 months, Sir.’

You open your eyes and are greeted with blinding white light. Dad, Mom and Pogo surround your bed.

Grace tucks a stray hair behind you ear. ‘My baby, y/n. How are you feeling?’

‘Sore.’ You reply, noting the coarse sound of your voice. ‘How’s Ben? Klaus? Vanya?—’

Grace cut you off. ‘They’re all fine y/n. Though Ben is a bit roughed up.’ She says truthfully.

‘Number Six has appeared to have powers of summoning monsters with his body and he is currently under supervision.’ Reginald stated.

But something didn’t fit right. ‘But how did you calm him down? The whole fiasco back there was in total chaos?’ Voicing out all your thoughts and questions. ‘No one could get him to take back control, unless…..’ You couldn’t continue the thought. Your eyes go wide. There was no way. It was too harsh, but it was dad after all, he would do whatever means necessary to get what he wants.

Your dad smiles proudly ‘Ah yes. Y/n ever the cleverest of the bunch.’ You had observed that he had addressed you in your actual name instead of your number for the first time in your whole existence. ‘Unfortunately, I had to sedate Number Six. You do understand that it was the only way.’

You open your mouth to argue.

‘No buts, Number Eight!’ Ah and now we’re back to number, you thought.

‘I’ll have Grace by you side whist you recover and Pogo here would relay your recovery progress to me daily.’

He was almost to your door when he faced you again. ‘Oh and Number Eight, When you feel something different or unusual. Do inform me of it immediately.’ And with that he left.

‘Pogo? What does he mean by feel different?’ Your nerves go up, worried about your siblings. ‘Is anyone hurt?’

Pogo sighs, after much contemplation he begins ‘Y/n dear. Today’s happenings uncovered that there are stranger yet special things about you children.’

You nod, not wanting to interrupt but also wishing he would hurry up and continue.

‘Ben isn’t the only one who have gotten powers today. During the kerfuffle, Diego has shown skill with a knife, Luther immense strength and Five had shown ability to teleport.’

Once again you found yourself in shock.

‘Your father has gotten the idea that you children have varying power wish are “activated” so to speak when reached the age of 7.’

‘Haha-OW’ You clutch your side.

‘Careful y/n, try not to do sudden movements—yes and that includes laughing too.’ Mom says, caressing your cheek.

‘When can I see them?’

‘I’ll try to persuade Reggie to allow them for a visit dear. But now I need you to rest.’

Sibling Visits are limited to 30 mins a day, right before the bedtime curfew.

All your siblings (expect Ben who was still under strict supervision and is recovering himself) came to see you the following night.

Allison was the first one through your door and ran to give you a hug. ‘Y/n! We are all so worried!’

‘Aww thanks—OW OW OW’

‘Oops sorry’ releasing you from her death grip of a hug.

Seeing that movements still hurt you. The rest opted not to hug you, Klaus and Diego held your hand, Vanya is sitting on the edge of you bed, Luther gave you forehead a quick kiss and Five being Five, greeted you with the typical sibling teasing. ‘Glad to see you not drop dead in front of me.’

Diego showed off his leg cast and asked you to sign it, which you happily did so. Signing ‘Badass as always. -y/n’ beside Ben’s note of ‘Diego is cooler than Batman’

The 30 minutes consisted recaps of what happened the day before, the gushing of the boys showcasing their powers and debating on who’s the most powerful.

And just like that, the time was up and each had to go to bed. Everyone kissed your head for goodnights, even Five.

‘You know I love you right?’ His eyes softer than you ever seen before

‘I know’

‘You really scared me yesterday when you blacked out.’ Five had his tough façade down. ‘I thought you died y/n.’

‘But I didn’t.’ You reach up to wipe his tears away. ‘It’d take something bigger, if you wanna get rid of me.’

He chuckled. ‘Night, y/n’

‘Good night, Five.’

3 weeks had passed, and your siblings never failed to visit you. Over that time, Klaus and Allison had manifested their powers. Klaus can conjure the dead while Allison could ‘rumor’ people to her will.

Ben came by 2 weeks later. His color is back to normal, not like the blueish tint it had the last time you saw him. Though he still had a few remnants of bruises and scars across his arms and face.

‘I’m sorry y/n.’ He said leaning on your door frame.

‘Ben!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’m so glad you’re back up and running!’

Ben was caught off guard. ‘You—You’re not mad at me?’

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ You questioned, genuinely confused at your brother’s words.

‘Cause, Cause I almost got you killed. I am a monster.’

You sat up straight at those words, your ribs hurt a bit at the sudden movement, but you didn’t care. Your brother was blaming himself for something he couldn’t have controlled.

‘NO BEN!’

Ben jumped from your sudden outburst.

You motioned for him to come closer.

‘Ben…’ looking into his eyes. ‘Ben you are no monster.’

‘But—’

‘uuh uh I’m not done’ You held his hand in yours. ‘You are no monster what happened then was an accident, nobody knew, heck nobody expected powers to just show up. It was beyond anyone’s control. It took us by surprise.’

His shoulders relaxed.

‘It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for what happened.’

He gave you a bone crushing hug. ‘Thank you y/n. You don’t know how guilty I was feeling.’ Voice muffled by your shoulder, which is now wet with his tears. ‘I kept thinking about the pain I caused you and I wasn’t allowed to leave my room even when I begged dad to see you and say sorry. y/n’

‘Shhh shhh’ Rubbing his back. ‘It’s alright Ben. What’s important is that we’re all here now. Alive, Safe and sound.’.

You still have a month left for recovery.

Only you and Vanya are the one left who haven’t had their powers revealed.

Dad had created a group called ‘The Umbrella Academy’ in which he trained your super powered siblings. He even given them codenames to go along with their newfound powers.

Number One - Luther Hargreeves aka Spaceboy

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves aka The Kraken

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves aka The Rumor

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves aka The Séance

Number Five – Five Hargreeves aka The Boy

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves aka The Horor

With this new training program comes with the downside of spending less time with your siblings. Your traditional Sunday afternoon sister bonding time Allison and Vanya is basically non-existent now. Sure the rest of siblings still drop by to check up on how you’re recovering but it is not as frequency as they once were- you totally understand though, it must be tiring to be part of ‘The Umbrella Academy’ but girl were you still hurt and wanted more than anything to be a part of it.

So, you spend most of your time with Vanya nowadays. You didn’t mind, it is nice to have someone along. Most of the time Vanya practices her violin in your room.

‘That was beautiful Vanny’ you commented after she finished a rendition.

‘Thanks y/n’ Her face flushed. ‘Maybe someday I’d be a famous violinist!’

‘I know you would.’ You say truthfully. ‘And I better get the best seats at your concerts okay? Nothing short of VIP treatment for your favourite sister!’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Allison would get that.’ Vanya teased.

Placing a hand dramatically to your chest ‘uhh I am offended! I thought I was your favourite sister!’

‘well... you thought wrong.’ Vanya tried to keep a straight face but failed. ‘You y/n are the VVIP guest!’

‘Now that’s more like it.’

That night you were tossing and turning in your bed.

In the training room, huge boulders were being tossed onto Luther’s back. He currently had 3 on him. ‘More’ he cried. It was an impressive feat to see. A 7-year-old carry the what had to be at least 5 times his weight.

It was at his 6th block when his legs start to shake.

‘Straighten up Number One!’ Reginald voice came through the speakers.

‘I-I’

‘Fix your posture! And stop babbling!’

He was trembling all over, the weight was far too much and carried far too long for just a young boy.

Any second now, he is gonna be crushed by the boulders.

‘LUTHER!’ You screamed. Cold sweat was plastered all over your face. You were still in your room- but it all felt so real.

You look over to your bedside table, 9:07

Training would have started an hour ago. You had time.

You took the stairs two at a time, bursting into the training room. ‘STOP’

Reginald stood from his seat. ‘Number Eight. What in the world are you doing here?’

‘STOP! Luther is gonna get hurt please stop it--.’ Ignoring his question.

‘Number Eight, what are you talking about? Number One is doing perfectly fine!’ He gestured towards the front.

He was right. Luther looks fine. In fact it looked like it was carrying a light backpack instead of 3 boulders. ‘But- But I saw—’ Then it hit you 3 boulders. 3 not 6.

‘More’ You heard him cried out, just like you had in your nightmare.

You stared at Luther, how could this be?

‘I saw him sir, he is gonna collapse from 6 boulders.’

At this, Reginald took interest. ‘You saw?’

‘Yes, I-I must have dreamt it.’ You slumped against the free chair, defeated. ‘but it felt so real.’

‘Let me everything you saw, and don’t miss a single detail’

And so, you did. By the time you finished, Luther was with his 6th block.

It was exactly like how things went down in your dream. ‘No No NOOOO!’

‘Release him!’ Reginald called at the last second. Standing he faced you. ‘Now y/n dear would you please come with me.’

He didn’t speak again until you were both in his office. ‘It seems to me Number Eight that your powers have finally manifested.’

‘what—’

‘A slight delay compared to your siblings, but I presume that it was due to you recovering from your injuries that your body had focus on your recovery first then powers.’

‘What about Vanya? Would she have powers?’

‘It seems that Number Seven has no powers gained.’ Standing in front of you. ‘But no matter now, what’s important is that you’ve got them.’ He placed his hands on your shoulders. ‘You would do great things Number Eight. To see into the future is a valuable asset to have indeed. For this I shall name you Foresight.’

This was it! You own codename!

Number Eight - y/n Hargreaves aka Foresight.

‘I’m gonna be part of The Umbrella Academy?’ Overjoyed by your father taking pride in you that every other thought left your concern.

‘Yes Foresight. You will.’ Standing straight again. ‘However, your training would only start once you have fully recovered.’

‘Thanks Dad.’ Hugging him and for once showed the affection back.

You wish you could say that it was at this point where you and your siblings finally gotten a loving and healthy childhood. But you were wrong. Things only deteriorated from here on out with the Hargreeves household and by extension the dissolve of The Umbrella Academy.

END OF PART 1

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j4gm · 3 years ago

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Unoriginal thoughts about Slumber Party Panic

I feel like a lot of people do these kinds of projects where they try to review or write about every Adventure Time episode in order, just like I'm doing now. Like most attempts, I probably won't make it much further than the first season. In almost any show attention will be biased towards the earlier episodes. It's why I decided to start with season ten when trying to complete a few more of the transcripts on the wiki recently. And as a result of this bias, Slumber Party Panic is probably the most reviewed episode in the entire series, so finding something new to say about it is a challenge.

As you've heard before, Slumber Party Panic seems like an odd choice for episode one when you have a much more typical debut episode in "The Enchiridion!" which was the first to be produced and feels the most pilot-like, even though it actually ended up airing at fifth place. But Slumber Party Panic still works as an introduction to the show in some aspects. You have the core idea of Finn, a fairly minor individual in the grand scheme of things, being at the centre of a much larger set of events; in this case, a zombie apocalypse. This is something that gets amplified as the show goes on. By the late seasons Finn and Jake are chilling out with gods and battling malevolent entities on the edge of space-time like it's just another Tuesday. And like those later episodes, Slumber Party Panic still manages to compact such grand adventures into something that can be digested in eleven minutes without feeling like there's anything missing.

One way in which Slumber Party Panic stands out, however, is the fact that some of the lore it establishes is completely ignored for the rest of the show. Adventure Time's main worldbuilding doctrine is to throw a bunch of crazy stuff into every episode and then expand upon the most interesting bits later so that it retroactively becomes foreshadowing. It's rare that later episodes elect to completely contradict something which has already been established, but the rewriting of the Gumball Guardians to be the subservient creations of Princess Bubblegum rather than her god-like masters is one such case. It could have been even worse; in the DVD commentary it's revealed that the guardians were originally instead going to be Princess Bubblegum's ancestors, which would have sent her back-story in an entirely different direction. But anyway, this contradiction is one of the reasons I get annoyed when people try to categorise all the non-show media depending on whether or not it "fits" with canon (which is hypocritical because I still do that for ATChronology but shut up). The show itself can sometimes break its own canon in worse ways than the books and comics, so it's better to maintain that there is no true canon and just enjoy the various Adventure Time media for what it is. Which is one of the reasons I'm re-watching/reading/playing/consuming everything in this mega-rewatch, not just the "canon" stuff.

The commentary and storyboards of this episode are worth checking out, by the way. A lot of stuff got cut, and there's some interesting insights into the insanity of season one's production. There's also a strange amount of Chocoberry lore?? Here's the boards: https://www.scribd.com/document/19328046/Slumber-Party-Slaughter-Storyboard.

#adventure time #jagm's at rewatch

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 4 years ago

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Any chance you'd ever wanna write fanfic? Considering your banner gif -- specifically Hannibal? I'm rewatching it right now and would be beyond delighted to read something featuring either Will or Hannibal sick

This wonderful prompt from my friend Mongoose made me so happy! I started my sickfic journey writing different fanfics and will always love writing it. Sometimes it’s just nice to be able to use existing characterization rather than inventing characters.

Set more or less in early season 1 (so no one knows what Hannibal is), but in a kind-of AU where Will doesn’t have encephalitis (yet?), so the fever in this fic is a simple flu fever.

Let me know if anyone has interest in a Part 2 with sick Hanni catching Will’s flu (because I can’t resist contagion). But lets be honest, it will probably happen anyway because I adore the murder husbands endlessly. Still, I’d love feedback on this!

Wrote all 3,000 words of this yesterday, proofread and posted it today because apparently I’m a maniac. No beta, we die like men.

Read more of my writing here (works best on desktop).

My asks are always open for new prompts!

House Calls (Part 1 of 2?)

Will Graham was awoken by his phone ringing at an hour that wasn’t really ungodly, but certainly felt like it in the moment. His eyes were almost gummed shut, and his head and chest felt uncomfortably full. The simple act of sitting up to grab the phone made him cough hard enough to make his ears ring. Yesterday he had tried to pass off these burgeoning cold symptoms as allergies, but today there was no denying it. He was sick.

Of course it was Jack calling. Brusque and businesslike as ever, he didn’t even return Will’s greeting.

“Will, we need you at the lab. We’ve found some new evidence for the bludgeoning case.”

“Jack, I’m not sure I can come in today. I’m really not feeling well…”

“I won’t take no for an answer, Will. No games. I need you. I’ll see you in an hour.” With a click, the line went dead.

With a miserable sigh, Will slowly pulled off his blankets and slid to the edge of the bed, shivering in the temperate air in his room. He felt like crap. Still, there was no arguing with Jack. He tried to convince himself he might feel better if he got up and moved around some.

Getting ready took him longer than usual. His foggy head made him clumsy, it hurt to move, and he kept having to stop to blow his nose, or else he would be dripping snot everywhere. He hadn’t started sneezing yet, but he sensed it was only a matter of time. He also couldn’t decide what to wear. His torso and head were uncomfortably warm, but the rest of him was freezing cold, and everything seemed to irritate his skin. He internally cursed Jack and his stubbornness throughout the whole arduous process.

He arrived at the lab exactly 1 hour and 15 minutes later, when it should have been 45 minutes. He felt Jack glaring at him as he shuffled in, but he ignored him. The rest of the team was already assembled, and they all stood staring at the evidence or looking at computers.

“You’re late, Will. Nice of you to join us so we can get started. These fragments of the latest victim’s skull, some of her teeth, and her diamond earrings were found at a location exactly 100 miles from the location of the body. What do you see here?”

Will approached the silver tray holding the items Jack had described with his usual reluctance. They had spent the previous day combing over the crime scene site, and he could still hear the woman’s screams in his mind. He really didn’t want to revisit her final moments again today.

He tried to focus, but out of nowhere an overwhelming tickle overpowered his sinuses. He barely had time to bring his elbow to his face before:

“Hnxxt’chf! Hkktt’oo! Hxxshht!”

He stifled them as best he could, but they were messy, and he wasn’t sure how successful he was at containing them. He quickly produced a tissue from one of his many pockets, wiping his red face awkwardly to a chorus of blessings from the rest of the team.

“Don’t sneeze on the evidence! What’s wrong with you?”

“Sorry, Jack,” Will mumbled thickly. “Those came out of nowhere. Won’t happen again.”

Will again approached the silver tray, feeling worse than ever, for the sneezing had flared up the dull throbbing in his temples to a splitting headache. As he stared at the items, trying to force his mind to cooperate, his vision began to blur and sway, but not in the way he expected. Darkness licked at his peripheral vision, and he felt his knees buckle suddenly. Just as he was about to fall, a strong hand grasped his bicep and kept him more or less standing. He blearily turned to see Dr. Lecter at his side, scrutinizing him expertly. He hadn’t even realized the doctor was present until this moment. As he got his bearings again, Will half-heartedly tried to support his own weight, but his legs continued to tremble, and he still couldn’t see straight. Dr. Lecter kept his hand firmly where it was, and placed the other at his back to better prop him up.

“Jack, it seems Will is under the weather. I can feel how feverish he is through his shirt. I’m sure you can see it in his eyes just by looking at him. He will be of no use to you today. Him staying would only increase the chances of him collapsing. I will take him home right away,” Hannibal said firmly.

Jack glowered. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick, Graham? I don’t want you here infecting all of us. Go home. I’ll handle this case myself.”

“Thank you, Jack. Come, Will. I’ll drive.”

Will hardly heard this exchange, for he was still struggling to remain conscious. Next thing he knew, he was being propelled by someone much stronger than he out the door, across the parking lot, and into an unfamiliar car. Looking around in confusion, he saw Hannibal sit down beside him in the driver’s seat.

“I’m taking you home, Will,” the doctor patiently repeated. “You’re very ill it seems. Do not worry. You are in good hands. Just lie back and rest.”

“Thank you, Dr. Lecter,” Will mumbled, closing his eyes immediately. This was his first time riding with Hannibal, and any other day he would have appreciated the pristine, high-end vehicle and the nearly silent engine, but he fell into an exhausted doze right away.

He was unable to truly sleep however, for his nose itched furiously. He kept using his sleeve to wipe away errant drips, and more than once he pinched his nostrils shut to keep from sneezing on the spotless dashboard. After a while, Hannibal startled him by producing a beautiful, monogrammed linen handkerchief from somewhere in his suit and handing it to him.

“I can’t take this, Dr. Lecter, I’ll ruin it,” croaked Will with a weak cough.

“What else are handkerchiefs for? Please use it. It will do better for your nose than your sleeve.”

“Thank you,” Will managed, blowing his nose gratefully.

“Try to sleep. We have several miles to go yet.”

“Yes… But how do you know where I live?”

“You told me once, and I never forget such details.”

“I see.” Will wasn’t sure this was true, for he didn’t remember ever revealing that detail to anyone he worked with (an intentional choice on his part), but he wasn’t about to press the issue. With his nose somewhat clear, he was finally able to lean back and sleep in the warm car.

It seemed he had hardly closed his eyes though, when he was startled by a cold blast from the door opening. Hannibal was standing at his side.

“We have arrived. Out you come, Will.”

The cold breeze irritated his sinuses and immediately overwhelmed him again. He didn’t even have time to cover his face:

Hegghk’CHOOOO! Hehggk’CHUH! Heh’kiht’CHOOOF!”

He sneezed right in Dr. Lecter’s face. Of course the poor man leapt back right away, but the damage was done. Will stammered an awkward apology, fumbling for the linen handkerchief to wipe up the evidence. Hannibal chuckled ruefully, patting his face dry with his sleeve.

“It’s quite all right. Such things happen. I’ll just remember to be a little more careful around that nose of yours from now on. But let’s get you inside before it happens again.”

Will limply dragged his legs out and stood with a wobble, not meeting the doctor’s eyes. Hannibal’s warm hands were there to support him right away.

“This is some cold,” Will mumbled groggily. “Never felt so weak.”

“I would be more inclined to think you have the flu, Will, judging by your symptoms. I’ll know more when I can examine you inside.”

“Sounds about right,” Will rasped as Hannibal assisted him onto the porch and through the front door.

His dogs started to bark as soon as the door opened, but seeing it was Will, they quieted down right away. They more or less ignored the doctor, hardly even bothering to sniff him. Something about this was off to Will, but in his muddled state he couldn’t put a finger on it.

Hannibal set him down on the couch right away, helping him to remove his shoes and jacket and replacing it with a blanket. Will laid down on his side immediately, wrapping himself up like a burrito to try and ease the shivers. His head was still pounding. He had to remember to tell Hannibal that he had medicine in the bathroom.

The doctor had gone back outside, but returned quickly with a small black bag. This he set on a nearby table, and opened it to remove a stethoscope, tongue depressor, thermometer, and other medical odds and ends. Will hated doctors’ offices and the sight of the implements made him vaguely queasy, but he mamfully sat up again with Hannibal’s encouragement and allowed the doctor to examine him.

The doctor seemed unperturbed after listening to his lungs and examining his throat and ears. The thermometer however had bad news to give. After being under Will’s tongue for a few minutes, it beeped raucously, making Will wince. Hannibal examined the reading, clicking his tongue sadly.

“103.7. I think we have Jack to blame for that. You shouldn’t have left this house today, and now you have the fever to prove it. Why did you let Jack convince you to come?”

“He insisted. He makes it difficult to refuse,” will croaked weakly. “And I didn’t think it was so bad.”

“Pleasing Jack isn’t worth your own health, Will. Remember that.”

“Easy for you to say,” Will mumbled.

Hannibal only sighed. “I can tell you’re feeling miserable. Let me find you some medication to ease the symptoms.”

“I have stuff in the bathroom cabinet,” Will said with a painful-sounding cough. “Behind the mih- mee- mirror--Kihh’tCHEWW! Hihhggh-CHOOF! Gihh-CHUUH!”

With a groan, Will fruitlessly searched for the handkerchief he’d been given. Hannibal handed him tissue from the box nearby. “Gesundheit. Those sounded painful.”

“They were,” Will sniffled again and again, trying to clear his head. “So do I have the flu, doctor?”

“It appears so to me. While sneezing so much is uncommon with the flu, such a high fever is uncommon in a cold, as is the inflammation in your ears. You seem to have a good deal of joint pain too. All of this points to more than a cold, Mr. Graham. You’ll need to take it easy for the rest of this week. I will take the liberty of informing Jack.”

“After I sneezed in there, I don’t think he’ll be asking me back any time soon,” Will muttered sheepishly. “But thank you, Dr. Lecter.”

“My pleasure. But my patients call me Dr. Lecter. My friends call me Hannibal. I hope you will do that same.”

“Are we friends?”

“I consider you a friend, Will. Would anyone other than a friend come to look after you when you’re ill in bed?” As he spoke, Hannibal rummaged around in the medicine cabinet, looking for what he needed.

“I suppose that’s true. Though I’m not exactly in bed.”

“But you would be if I weren’t here, no?”

“Fair point. Well then thank you, Hannibal.”

“You’re most welcome. So, here is some medicine, as you requested. Let me fetch you some water. Or would you prefer tea?”

“Water now, and tea soon. If it’s not too much trouble. But you don’t have to stay. I can look after myself. I promise you I’ll stay in and rest.”

“I won’t hear of it. You are ill, and I’m already present and eager to assist you. I’ll see to it that you’re as comfortable as possible before I go.”

Will was about to argue further, but before he could, Hannibal headed into the kitchen and began preparing to make tea, effectively ending the conversation. Sick and miserable as he was, Will gave up the fight and simply lay back down and closed his eyes. After all, it was nice to be looked after every once in a while, and the little house didn’t feel quite so empty with another person in it.

Over the next hour or so, Hannibal puttered in and out of the living room, bringing Will things while simultaneously working on things in the kitchen. He first prepared tea for them both, and sat with Will to drink it after helping him sit up yet again. Before he left, he made sure Will was propped up on a pillow and warmly covered. He also went out to his car a few times, bringing in odds and ends.

Will listlessly followed all of this, dozing at times, or miserably sneezing and coughing at others. Every time he sneezed, the doctor was at his side to ensure he was well, or else blessed him earnestly from the kitchen.

Lovely smells began wafting out of the kitchen eventually, though it took Will quite some time to realize it, with his plugged nose. The thought of any food made his stomach growl hungrily, for he hadn’t eaten much yesterday due to the grisly case they were investigating, and had eaten nothing today.

He weakly levered himself up to lean against the side of the couch after a while, because lying down for too long made his head throb even more, and also in expectation of food. He couldn't stop shivering when he was sitting up though, exhausted as he was.That was how Hannibal found him when he reemerged with 2 bowls of soup shortly thereafter, weaky shivering against the arm of the couch and once again in a half-doze.

Hannibal noted that Will’s teeth were nearly chattering with chills, and after setting down the two bowls, he approached to briskly rub Will’s arms and chest through the blanket before handing him a bowl of soup.

“Look sharp, Will. I don’t want you spilling this soup with your shivering. It wasn’t easy to make with the limited ingredients in your kitchen. Still, I think you’ll find it most satisfactory, and I won’t have it wasted.”

“Thank you Dr.-- Hannibal,” said Will, thickly as ever, his consonants all but lost to his stuffy nose as he sat up slowly.

“Eat up. This will do you some good. I sense it’s been quite some time since someone cooked for you. “

“Your suspicions are as accurate as ever.” Will made as if to grab his bowl, but instead was forced to turn his face into his shoulder for a volley of sneezes:

“Heh-gh’CHOO! Heh- heh’krrh’CHNXT! Hehhh- NXXT’chuuuhh!”

“It seems--”

Will held up a hand to stop the doctor as his breath scissored yet again:

“Kihh’nnxttch’OOOF! Ah- ah-KSSHHOO! KERCHOOO!”

Will pressed both hands to his throbbing head with a groan, which was a bad idea, because the groan turned into a nasty cough that felt as if it was splitting his chest open.

When he finally began to catch his breath, he sensed a hand on his shoulder, supporting him. Hannibal gave it an encouraging squeeze before he released his grasp.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure that was as pathetic to watch as it felt. What were you saying?” Will carefully blew his nose, trying to avoid another coughing attack, and also prevent another sneezing attack.

“I was saying, it seems all your symptoms are competing for your attention at once. This must be a nasty bug indeed.”

“It’s always like this when I get sick. It happens rarely, so it’s always worse than it would be for most people. My father was the same way.”

“A blessing and a curse, then.”

“You could say that.” Finally Will was able to take a mouthful of soup. He could hardly taste it, but it warmed him instantly and felt soothing to his abused throat. He eagerly finished the bowl as quickly as his streaming nose and shaking hands would allow, though the shaking was much better by the time the soup was gone.

“I take it you approve then. Good. I’m pleased with the finished product myself.”

“It was perfect. Thank you.”

“There’s no need to keep thanking me. But again, you’re most welcome. Now, shall we turn something on the television here with which to entertain ourselves?”

“I’ll only fall asleep if you put something on,” said Will with a cough.

“Of course, for that is my plan. You won’t breathe well if you lie down in bed and try to sleep. Also this room is likely much warmer than your bedroom which has been closed all day. So it seems the best course of action is to aid you in sleeping right where you are.”

“I see. All I’ve wanted all day is to sleep. So I’ll take whatever assistance I can get at this point.”

“Good man. Let me find a cooking show somewhere. That will be quite enough to entertain me, and I think the perfect backdrop for you to sleep to.”

Hannibal did just that, while Will got comfortable against the side of the couch. Just to test himself, he actually tried to watch and follow the show, and sure enough this was the perfect way to ensure he fell asleep all the faster.

Some unknown amount of time later, Will slowly regained partial consciousness. He heard the TV still playing before he opened his eyes. He also became aware that he had shifted in his sleep and was no longer leaning back against the couch, but leaning on something to his side, a warm comfortable presence.

Not fully awake, Will realized he was leaning against Hannibal. He mumbled a hoarse apology as he shifted back the other way, already nearly asleep again.

“It’s quite all right, Will,” he heard, as if from a great distance. “If I was uncomfortable, I would have moved you. Feel free to sleep however you like.”

Will did not respond, for he was lost again to a deep sleep.

Another unknown amount of time later, Will awoke again. The TV was still playing, but the couch was unoccupied except for himself. He was bundled comfortably against the arm of the couch and covered in an extra blanket.

Looking around groggily, he determined that Hannibal had left. His suit coat and bags were gone, and the kitchen was dark and quiet. Further inspection revealed a note left on the table in Hannibal’s neat script:

“I had to return to my own home for the evening. You seemed much better as you slept, so I didn’t want to wake you, but I apologize for leaving without saying goodbye. I will be back to check on you in the morning. I have left the soup in your fridge and prepared the kettle for you to make tea whenever you wake. Make sure to keep yourself warm and hydrated.

Sleep well.

H.L.”

Will flopped back down with a chesty cough. Hannibal would be back in the morning. Will was surprised to find that thought calmed him and somehow warmed him. Someone cared enough to want to continue making sure he was okay. He hadn’t experienced that in far too long.

He painfully levered himself to stand after he caught his breath and headed to the kitchen to make tea. He planned to drink it, feed the dogs and let them out, then go straight back to bed. Perhaps when he woke again, Hannibal would be with him. He found he hoped so.

#sickfic #sicknario #Sickness #snzfic #snzblr #snzario #sneezes plus fevers of course #a touch-starved sickie ❤❤❤#hanni/bal lec/ter #will grah/am #everyone is hotter with a fever #send me asks #answered asks #ask box story

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deepdonutkid · 4 years ago

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Can I ask for multiple character break downs?👀

Well if I can, then would you please do one for Ada and one for Tommy and one for John

But if only one has to be done, then you can choose any one of these.

Thanks! <3

Thanks for the ask! 💞

Ada Thorne nee Shelby

How I feel about this character

Just love for her! She is adorable, strong, fierce, absolutely amazing! Ada and Polly are the best developed female character on the show. Mainly, because Tommy can’t fuck them, so they can’t be reduced to his love interest, which is such a good thing, because I love strong women. Makes me weak in my knees.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Freddie Thorne, Ben Younger, Jessie Eden, because Ada is bi, she just gives off that vibe, u know.

Somehow I prefer to read stuff with a female reader for her, more than a male reader for her. Because it’s either Freddie x Ada for me or Ada x female reader.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Lizzie, Polly, Ada and Linda are an amazing combination! She and Tommy have an interesting dynamic as well! I would have loved to see more John and Ada interactions, because they have not such a big age gap inbetween, so I think they are close. Especially after Ada got her child and John got married with Esme. Oh, Ada and Esme would have sooo much fun together. Esme would be like the sister Ada never had.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I think her character changed a lot between season 1 and 2, because of Freddie’s death and also after she joined the business again. Sometimes when I make memes or the alignment charts, I have two icons for her, one from first season and one from third season, because I think she is one of the characters who changed the most through the series. First season Ada would do a lot of things different and more naive than third season Ada. Mainly, because she still believed in communism in season 1 and she somehow lost her faith after losing Freddie. Which is super understandable tho.

She acutally becomes wiser with age... unlike her brothers, who just do the same shit over and over again.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wished Ben hadn’t died, because they kill her lovers even fast than Tommys. WTF, right?

On the other hand I wished Ada talked some sense into Jessie, to NOT SLEEP WITH TOMMY THE WHORE SHELBY! Because Ada knows her brother very well and I think she genuinely liked Jessie, or she liked her enough to save her from the pain of being Tommy’s toy or pleasure doll.

And I’m still bitter about the way they killed of Freddie... but more about that later...

Tommy Shelby

How I feel about this character

Relationship status: It’s complicated!

Yes, well, I ramble about Tommy’s shit a lot. I know! He is still an intersting character and it’s so tempting to think about his actions in certain situations, but if I would meet him as a person- I would hate him from the bottom of my heart! <3

He is such an asshole all the time and when I first watched the show, I forgave him a lot he did to his siblings, because I was caught up with his good looks and the presentation of him being the good guy who does bad things to survive. But I spend some time to think about his actions and I noticed, he is an awful human being... to Polly, to his siblings, to his lover and actually to everyone. He might think he does all those mean things to archive a bigger goal, but he is just a gambling addict who can’t stop taking risks he isn’t even prepared for.

Shitty things Tommy has done over time:

Forcing his brother to marry somebody, John didn’t even know at that time, to end a feud, Tommy had started himself and only when it was in his favour to end it, he used John as pawn, so he could archive his plan. HOW FUCKED UP WAS THAT? Nobody seems to talk about this. It was fucking awful! And the way he did it was horrible to! Tommy said nothing to John until the very last moment, when they were already surrounded by enemies, so John couldn’t said no. It also shows, that Tommy thinks he is above his siblings. Tommy thought John wasn’t capable of chosing a wife for himself, so Tommy did that for him too. Even when John didn’t ask for this at all!

Destroying Ada’s relationship with Freddie and chasing his best friend out of town, just because... TOMMY WAS AGAINGST HIS SISTER HAVING A RELATIONSHIP. and yet he proclaimes to listen to woman and to give them a fair change. Maybe just not for our dear Ada!

Destroying Arthur’s marriage, because he kept dragging Arthur into shit, he wasn’t mentally stable enough for. Putting thoughts of rejecting Linda into Arthur’s head, by talking bad about Linda and making jokes about her any given time.

Sleeping with Lizzie over and over again, even when he knew she loved him and when she tried to get over him by dating someone new, he made the order to burn down the pub of Angel, humilated his family, and have him killed later.

Sleeping with Jessie, so he could use her

Humiliate Polly, when she was at her lowest, after Rueben had left her

Drag Michael into the illegal business after Polly begged him not to

Dragging Finn into all this shit after John died, because John wasn’t avaiable anymore

Calling Grace a whore, when they first met

Paying Lizzie in his head, even after she stopped being a sex worker

Helping a fascist

I could go on for a while, but you see my point here!

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Nobody! I want to see him miserable and alone! Honestly I’m never going to read all these soft!Tommy fics or whatever, because they really don’t interest me. I don’t want to see him happy.

But go have fun people and write and read whatever you want!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Tommy and Lizzie, because they have a sexual relationship, which is not based on romance and I love this sad and depressing dynamic between them. It’s so interesting to write and read about.

Tommy and Ada are great in the show. I love their talks and Ada actually points out when Tommy is acting like a douche again.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I have a lot... where should I start?

I get so annoyed, when I see Tommy shown as a twink, because the actor is just 1,70m... which is not small to me. I know a lot of men around that height and I think they are average and not small. Also a lot of men feel bad for not being tall enough, because everywhere in our society it’s normal to have a tall man and a small woman. And the way tall man or small man are sexualized in this alpha/omega thing or in a top/bottom dynamic is so... meh. It’s really uncomfortable to see how people try to push the patriarchal man-woman dynamic into same-sex relationships.

Tommy is a class traitor and a horrible husband.

Man, I could rant for hours, but I stop right here. Just remember, please don’t feel attacked, I don’t mean to attack you. Even if you write or draw... whatever with Tommy, I would never say something bad about this. Enjoy creating Tommy content, I will love to ignore it!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I was so disappointed when they killed Freddie, because those two could have had an interesting and compelling relationship. Freddie could have been a great frenemie. I put this here and on on Ada, because their marriage wouldn’t changed the plot as much as Freddies and Tommys friendship. Tommy would have been a way better person, if Freddie was around.

John Shelby

How I feel about this character

MY HUSBAND! I love him and he has never done anything wrong in his life.

Nah, John has many faults, but I still adore him as a character, because his faults are actually making the plot more interesting. I also read, that he and Tommy fight a lot, because John is more moral and has way more integrity than his older brother. It was just hinted in the show, but I love this side fact and I will base my whole characterisation this.

I love to write, draw and read stuff with him. He is my favorite character from Peaky blinders and my love will never die, even though he did.

Funny tho, when I first watched PB, I adored Tommy and was annoyed by John, but as I rewatched it I changed my mind about those two.

He had so much potential and I would spend all my money, which is not much, but the devotions counts, to see a spin-off with just John and his army of children.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Esme, because they are sooo cute together!

My OFC, because I love writing them.

Any reader, because I’m a sucker for John.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

All kinds of interactions with other characters and John are great! My favorite is John and Ada to be honest. But here are other dynamics I adore as well:

John & Polly, (she would help him a lot with the kids)

John & Arthur (they come to the garrison to drink and play cards, they talk a lot about their problems, deep bond here)

John & Tommy (in my head they are always fighting)

John & Lizzie, because they have a great friendship, and they helped each other a lot. She spend time with the kids and he gave her financial support, so she would quit her job, which she didn’t do, because she feared being all alone again, and she has trust issues) (I’m actually writing a fic about these two)

John & his kids (I’m soft for dad!John)

John & Michael (especially in season three, because John seems to be jealous of Michael)

My unpopular opinion about this character

John is not completely stupid. Well, he is certainly not smart, but he works in the betting shop, and Arthur does not, or not really, because Arthur is bad at math... John at least knows his numbers. And also Tommy chose him to be the legal bookie over the others, so John must do a good job there. He just never got a degree or something similar like Michael. Which is also a reason, why John seems to be bitter about Michael joining the business. Michael was put in a higher position than he did.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

This one is obvious... John should have survived.

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rawmeanderson · 4 years ago

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pretty please ― friday.

ft. Kevin Hayes plot: with Kevin, Brady, and Jimmy all gone from New York and the new season about to start, everyone gets together for a long weekend. warnings: swearing, drinking, body issues, all sorts of sexy things but no penetrative sex. word count: 9.2k, making this the longest thing i’ve ever posted, holy shit. special thanks: a big thank you goes to @danglesnipecelly for proof reading for me, and also to @capobiancos for being such a wonderful hype person that validates my long winded chapters 🤗 notes: so, I basically lay out all of season two of Fleabag in this chapter in a way that would definitely fall under the realm of spoiling it, so I apologize if that upsets anyone! with that warning, I definitely encourage everyone to take the time to watch the series at some point because it lives rent free in my mind and will continue to do so for the rest of time. part of this takes place on a boat, and i’ve got to say, I don’t know a fucking thing about boats so i’m sorry if I got anything wrong 😂

THURSDAY

A knock on the door woke you up with a start the next morning, your body jolting for a brief second before you yawned, stretching out along the mattress. A second knock followed shortly after, and only then did you remember that someone had knocked to begin with, and that you weren’t even at home.

“Yeah?” you grumbled a second later, rolling onto your opposite side to face the door.

“Hey, it’s me,” Sophie said, opening the door enough to slip inside. She was still in her pjs, a sleepy smile on her face as she crossed the room.

You reached for your phone, checking the time and seeing that it was just a little after 10. There was a text from Kevin from 17 minutes ago, reading “Fleabag today?” You’d reply to it soon.

“Morning,” you yawned, stretching out along the mattress as she joined you in bed. She did this often at home on weekend mornings, usually to discuss what to do for breakfast or how to spend the day.

“Mm, good morning,” she responded, already wrapping her arms around you as she pressed her face into the back of your shoulder. Sophie had always been a physically affectionate person, and you knew that was one of the things you’d miss the most when she moved. “Are you having fun?”

You snorted softly, rolling your eyes. Of course she was checking up on you. “Yeah, Soph, I’m okay,” you assured her, putting your hand over hers were she was holding onto you. “It’s good to see everybody.”

“Yeah, it really is,” she said, exhaling a content sigh. “What did you and Kevin talk about last night?” The question was innocent enough, but you could tell that she’d been dying to ask since you and Kevin had rejoined the group last night.

“We just caught up, really,” you told her, turning your head to yawn into your pillow quietly. “He wants me to come visit him in Philly sometime.”

“Aww, he’s always been so sweet on you. He was super happy when I told him you were coming this weekend.” Her words surprised you, making your cheeks burn a little, but you didn’t respond otherwise. Sophie knew that you and Kevin had hooked up before, and had always encouraged you to pursue him more. “We’re going swimming off the boat later, you should come with us.”

You made a slightly noncommittal sound, shrugging. “Maybe. Kevin wants to watch season two of Fleabag today, so I guess it depends when you leave,” you said, which resulted in Sophie making kissy sounds in your ear. “Oh my god, stop!” You both laughed as you elbowed her in the ribs gently, which only made her hold you tighter.

A quiet sigh left you, and the two of you laid there for a few minutes longer, until Sophie started snoring softly. With a soft laugh, you nudged her awake gently, and she groaned, forcing herself to sit up. You promise to get out of bed and join her in the living room soon, sending Kevin a quick thumbs up emoji, tacking on “I’ll be functional in 10 minutes” as you finally got to your feet.

You changed out of your pjs into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, tying your hair up in a bun as you crossed the hall to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Kevin had texted to say they’d be back in a few, but you hadn’t even realized that he had left.

Still feeling relatively sleepy, you settle into the corner of the couch in the living room next to Sophie, learning from someone that Kevin and Nolan had gone on a coffee run. Just as they get back, you were wishing you’d known that so you could’ve asked Kevin to bring you back something. It surprised you then, when there was suddenly a cup being offered to you.

“Caramel iced coffee, biggest one they had,” he said, tilting his head as he looked down at you. A smile spread across your face, feeling a tug of affection in your chest over the fact that he had remembered your coffee order. You thanked him, and he looked rather proud of himself for getting it right.

“You ready for some Fleabag?” you asked, taking a sip as you looked at him with raised eyebrows. You wished you didn’t feel so giddy, that the idea of spending the next three hours with him didn’t have you damn near preening.

“Hell yeah,” he said, glancing over his shoulder toward the hallway. “My room’s got a TV in it, and I think I figured out how to stream to it.”

You hadn’t fully gotten around to thinking about where you’d be watching the show, so the mention of Kevin’s room, where you’d both surely be sitting on the bed, made you straighten up a little more. “Yeah, that sounds good,” you said, flashing a grin and taking another long sip of coffee.

As you get to your feet, Sophie caught your eye, wiggling her eyebrows at you. If you were closer, you’d swat at her playfully, but you settled for rolling your eyes at her instead.

Kevin had already showered, you realized, as you followed him to his room. His hair was still damp, and you could smell his body wash and cologne when you stepped past him into the room. Silently, you wish you’d taken the time to shower, knowing the smell of last night’s fire still clung to your hair.

You were eying the armchair closer to the TV when Kevin dropped onto the bed, sprawling out, but you knew it’d be weird to sit that far away. God, Kevin took up so much of the bed that it was a little absurd, his legs stretching out along the mattress, hand behind his head where he was propped up by the pillows. His attention was on the remote, and you cast a final look at the armchair before he patted the spot next to him on the bed without looking at you.

Your shoulders were tense as you walked around to the other side of the bed, sitting down and leaning back against the headboard. Kevin looked up at you, and you cursed the fact that with you sitting up, he could see one of your worst possible angles. He smiled either way and you willed yourself to relax.

Even after just one night at the cabin, the bed smelled like him. It was both calming and borderline panic inducing, making it impossible to stop yourself from thinking back to his bed and the way the sheets slid along your skin as he...fuck. This wasn’t what you needed to be thinking about when you were poised to be spending the next three hours on the (much smaller) bed next to him. What didn’t help at all was the hand Kevin put on your knee, squeezing lightly, almost looking like a giddy little kid as he pressed play on the first episode of the season.

“You ready to cry, Hayes?” you asked quietly, looking down at him. He looked so comfortable and relaxed, stretched out beside you.

“Man, I guess. Is it really that sad?” he questioned, eyes moving from the screen to you for a short moment. His voice was as soft as yours was, deep and gravely enough that you felt it practically vibrate through your body.

“Kind of, yeah,” you said with a laugh, sipping at your iced coffee. “Honestly, I cried like a baby through a good chunk of it. It felt really personal, especially the first time I watched it.” He nodded, eyes lingering on you before they went back to the screen just in time for Fleabag to say ‘this is a love story.’

You’re both pretty quiet through the first episode, with Kevin muttering about how much of a slime ball Martin was. True to your own nervous habits, you sucked down your iced coffee pretty quickly, as it gave you something to think about other than the 6’5” wall of muscle stretched out next to you.

“Is she gonna fuck the priest?” Kevin asked, looking up at you as the credits for the first episode rolled. Laughing softly, you leaned to put your now empty cup on the end table next to the bed.

“You’ll see,” you responded, eyes meeting his when you settle into the bed a little more. Your gaze dropped to his mouth for a brief second before you forced yourself to look back to the TV.

“Whenever you say that, it always means ‘yes,’” he teased, still watching you as the next episode started. He kept sneaking glances at you as it played but you kept your eyes trained forward.

It would be impossible to count how many times you’d watched Fleabag. Since it was only 12 half hour episodes in total, it was easy to rewatch in a single afternoon, making it an easy comfort watch when you were feeling down. Watching it with Kevin though, hearing him make quiet predictions and chuckling here and there, warmed you down to your soul. He had always seemed to enjoy the movies and shows you recommended to him, which had always left you feeling...valued by him. You tried not to let your mind dwell on the fact that he’d been waiting for this, to watch Fleabag with you for over a year and a half because it reminded you of the distance that would be between the two of you again in just a matter of days.

By the start of the third episode, you were sitting up more, your legs crossed and your elbows on your knees, like putting more space between you and Kevin would stop your chest from feeling like it was caving in. The iced coffee had made you a little jittery and restless, and just when your throat was starting to feel tight from thinking too hard about everything, you felt his hand rub over your back.

You glanced back at him and he smiled softly, his fingers tracing up your spine. His touch was warm and soothing, and the loud laugh he let out over the award debacle in the episode sounded so happy and genuine that you decided you never wanted to leave this bed. The curtains were closed, keeping the room relatively dark despite the early afternoon sun outside.

Hot Priest had shown up again, and just as sexual tension was building on the show, you swore you could feel it building between you and Kevin as well. You were still sitting up, his hand still on your back by the time you gave in, sliding down to lay beside him. He watched you as you moved, his arm slipping around your shoulders easily when you curled into his side. It had been more than a year and a half since you’d laid like this with him, your head on his shoulder, but the position was still so familiar that you sighed comfortably.

The two of you were quiet and still for a while as the fourth episode started, and Kevin was the first to move, turning his head enough to kiss the top of your head. His stubble brushed against your hair and his arm tightened around you. When he laughed, you could feel his body rumbling with it.

“Oh, she’s totally gonna fuck the priest,” he murmured to you, his mouth against the top of your head, speaking as the confessional scene started. The words were so low that it sent a jolt of desire through you that only made you lean into Kevin more.

The make out scene that followed seemed to have both of you holding your breath until the painting fell on screen, jolting both of you and the characters. Kevin exhaled a breath and you found yourself laughing softly, tilting your head up to look at him.

“You good?” you asked, grinning as you tried to stop yourself from thinking about just how close his face was to yours.

“Yeah,” he responded, holding your gaze as the credits rolled. Your hand on his chest curled into a fist as you remembered how good the prickle of his stubble always felt against your palm. His eyes dropped to your mouth as his fingers slid over the nape of your neck. You didn’t doubt that he felt you tense against him as a shiver ran through you from the contact.

You wanted to kiss him, wanted to press your body against his and never pull away, but instead you tucked your head against his shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind, rubbing his hand over your back again comfortably.

Kevin roared with laughter over Claire’s haircut, almost as much as you had when you first watched it. You couldn’t help but laugh with him, enjoying the way his body shook against yours. When he quieted down again, you could hear his heartbeat as you pressed your ear to his chest. If you closed your eyes, it would probably feel like everyone was back in New York, that you’d have all the time in the world to stay like this.

At the end of the episode, when the sexual tension exploded on screen, Kevin nudged you. “Called it,” he said, murmuring the words against your temple as he nosed at your messy hair. His voice vibrated through you in a way that made you feel warm all over. As badly as you wanted to, you didn’t look up at him, knowing that you wouldn’t have the self control not to cross that invisible line.

As the final episode started, you realized just how warm it had gotten in the room, and being curled up against Kevin like you were hardly helped. This episode always tore you apart then put you back together again, and you lifted your head to glance at him once when Hot Priest was giving his speech about how love is awful, then nuzzled right back into his shoulder for the time being.

You weren’t sure if it was Sophie’s impending move or the fact that Kevin was with you, but as soon as This Feeling started at the end of the episode, there were tears in your eyes. The song itself just felt like it was hitting harder, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek as you sniffled. Kevin’s arm tightened around you as the credits rolled, kissing your hair again as he sighed a moment later.

“When is season three coming out?” Kevin asked eventually, his cheek resting against the top of your head as his thumb rubbed firmly over your shoulder blade.

You lifted your head to look at him, knowing tears were still swimming in your eyes. “That’s it. There’s not gonna be a season three,” you told him with the same sad smile you always had when remembering what you’d just told him.

“What? Are you fucking kidding?” he questioned, sounding outrightly offended. You snorted softly, still looking at him as you laughed. Now that the show was over, you weren’t able to distract yourself from how badly you wanted to stay just like this for the rest of the weekend.

“Phoebe’s busy! She’s got Killing Eve to work on, plus she did the screenplay for the new James Bond movie,” you told him, shifting onto your stomach a little more so you didn’t have to crane your neck to look up at him. His arm resettled around your waist, keeping your body pressed close against his. “Besides, how could she ever create something else as perfect as that second season? It’s just impossible.”

Kevin hummed once, nodding. “Yeah, you’re right,” he murmured, eyes moving over your face. “I’m glad I waited to watch it with you.” His voice was softer, making your heart race as he brushed his knuckles over your cheekbone.

“So, it was worth the wait?” you responded quietly, tilting your face toward his a little more.

“Oh yeah, you always have been,” he told you, making you crack a wide smile as you scoffed.

“Damn, that was smooth,” you teased, licking your lips as he grinned. He shrugged it off, and you wondered if he realized how obvious he was being, staring at your mouth like he was.

“Always have been,” he repeated, making you snort. Before you could laugh, his hand slid along your jaw, drawing you close enough that he could kiss you.

It’s probably for the better that he kissed you, considering you wouldn’t have been nearly this slow about it. He was still cupping your jaw, keeping you close as you leaned into him more. You were trying to pace yourself as want coursed through you, and you realized that he’d never kissed you like this.

The pair of you had hooked up about half a dozen times, and each time was rough and hungry, but now, the leisurely pace of it had your toes curling. He was kissing you like he had all day to savor you, to wear you down and build you up again. Honestly, you didn’t know if you’d ever been kissed like this.

When he sucked at your bottom lip gently, you sighed against his mouth, unable to hide the way you arched into him. You felt him smile slightly, and it was like your world was on fire. If you had remembered how to move, you would’ve shifted to lean over him, to take it farther, but even kissing him this slowly was taking every ounce of your energy.

He pulled back just slightly, and you were grateful for the chance to breathe. Your body was still buzzing when you smiled, settling your head on his shoulder again. Kevin kissed your forehead then your hair again, exhaling a heavy sigh of his own.

“How long do you think we’d be able to stay here before Sophie comes banging on the door, looking for you?” he asked.

“Probably not long,” you responded, reaching for your phone that you’d left on the nightstand. Checking your notifications, you scoffed as you pressed your face into his shoulder. “I’ve got three texts from her. They’re going swimming off the boat, and were kind of waiting on me.”

Kevin nodded, reluctantly loosening his arm around you. You stayed where you were though, knowing Sophie would survive a few more minutes. Finally, you mustered the motivation to move more than an inch for the first time in over an hour, leaning over him to press a quick, firm kiss to his mouth.

His hand slid to the back of your neck easily, kissing you back harder than he had before, and to stop yourself from melting against him, you pulled back, already moving to the edge of the bed. Kevin made an irritable sound that did wonders for your confidence, and you looked over your shoulder at him with a grin.

“D’you think there’s room on the boat for me to join?” he asked as you got to your feet.

You shrugged quickly, lingering at the edge of the bed. “I’d assume so,” you said, knowing you needed to get back across the hall to change, but it was just too hard to take your eyes off of him right now. “Tell me to go get changed, or else I’m never going to leave.”

Kevin smiled and it was the kind that made you feel warm everywhere, like honey was running through your veins. “Go change, Y/N,” he told you, nodding toward the door. You looked at him for a moment longer before doing as he said, slipping out of his room to return to your own.

You texted Sophie to let her know you’d be ready in a few minutes before stripping out of your clothes. Pulling on your swimsuit was the first time all day that the self-consciousness crept into your mind. You’d been in desperate need of a new suit earlier in the season and, feeling good, you’d ordered one that showed more skin that you were used to. The cutouts at your sides especially had you itching to pull something on over it. The suit fit, but snugly enough that you found yourself trying to tug at it here and there, wanting to make it longer or bigger.

Pulling your shorts on as you grabbed a towel was a band-aid to the feeling, but it did the trick as you ventured out of your room to find Sophie. You made sure to grab sunglasses and a bottle of sunscreen, knowing Sophie always forgot to bring some when needed. She had texted to say they were already down at the dock, and as you headed down to meet them, Kevin was a few steps ahead of you.

He was already shirtless, therefore already distracting. His shoulders were a little pink from being in the sun yesterday, and all that you could think about was running your fingers over the bumps of his spine and dragging your nails over his skin.

Like he could tell you were checking him out, he glanced over his shoulder and smiled at you, stopping to let you catch up to him. “That color looks great on you,” he told you as you fought the urge to tug at your suit. His eyes were still on you, tracing the curves of your body, and the warm desire that rolled through you was louder than your insecurities.

“You should wear sunscreen,” you told him with a cheeky grin, tossing the bottle to him. He nearly fumbled it, looking like he was proud of himself that he hadn’t dropped it, and you were about to say something else when you heard Sophie yell up to you excitedly from the boat.

“Do you think she’s already drunk?” Kevin asked softly, eyebrow raised as you both stepped onto the dock.

“You know how much she loves day drinking,” you said, shrugging with a little a knowing grin. Sure enough, there was a lemonade Truly in her hand when she made grabby hands at you as you stepped onto the boat.

“I’m so glad you’re coming with us,” Sophie told you, hugging you tightly as if she hadn’t seen you less than four hours earlier. You laugh, hugging her tightly as her attention turns to Kevin. “Ooh, good thinking bringing sunscreen, Kev! Make sure to get Y/N’s shoulders, she always misses the same spot!” She flashed a grin at you, then in typical Sophie fashion, she went back to sit next to Jimmy.

You hated when she put you on the spot like this, but thankfully, Kevin was practically smirking as you stepped aside to give him room to step off the dock. “She never changes, does she?” he laughed, already dropping his towel into a seat. His voice was low and you shrugged because he was right.

“I’d be disappointed if she did,” you responded, tightening the bun in your hair idly. You glanced out at the water simply to keep yourself from looking at Kevin and the way his swimsuit was settled low on his hips.

“I honestly think she might kill me if she doesn’t see me put sunscreen on your shoulders,” he said, nodding toward Sophie who was pointedly watching the two of you while finishing off her drink. You snorted, nodding as he opened the bottle, squeezing some into his hands.

He motioned for you to turn around and with your back to him, your back tensed slightly. The sunscreen was cold against your skin, but Kevin’s hands made up for it, warm and strong as you willed yourself to think about anything but how you’d much rather have his hands elsewhere. He had to know exactly what he was doing with the way his thumb pressed against a spot on your neck that made you exhale a sigh as his hand moved lower down your back.

Across the boat, Sophie was making herself look busy by grabbing another drink from the cooler, and she seemed very pleased with herself.

“There, that should be up to Sophie’s standards,” Kevin said a moment later, dropping onto the cushioned seat behind him as he handed you the sunscreen. “You gonna get my shoulders now, or what?” There was a challenge to his tone, and as you were just about to respond, the boat started to move and you took the opportunity to sit down for the time being.

Kevin was clearly trying to be casual, taking up just as much space as always with his thigh against yours. He was leaning back, his arm stretched out along the back of the seat behind you. Technically, his arm was around you, but he was clearly trying play it cool.

Sophie was in the water the second the boat stopped a few minutes later, and Jimmy joined her after tossing some of the floats in that she’d piled on the deck earlier. You stayed in your seat to watch Sophie and Jimmy splash at each other a bit, laughing as he dunked her underwater. Brady followed them in a minute later, leaving you tucked under Kevin’s arm with the sunscreen still in your hand.

Kevin looked at you expectantly and you scoffed, getting to your feet as you squeezed sunscreen into your hand. He stayed seated with his head tilted up to watch you, a smile spreading across his face.

“What are you smiling about?” you asked as you leaned closer to start rubbing sunscreen onto his shoulders.

“Your tits look awesome in this swimsuit,” he told you, voice low enough that Brady wouldn’t hear him. You hadn’t expected that to be his answer and you scoff, shaking your head as you felt yourself flush. You pinched his neck teasingly, his hand shooting up to catch your wrist, grinning all the while.

“Have I ever told you that you’re annoying?” Your tone is even as you go back to sunscreen duty, his gaze clearly dropping to the neckline of your suit again.

“Pretty often, yeah.” He shrugged nonchalantly and you rolled your eyes as your hand rubbed over the back of his neck. “Can I have a kiss?” Kevin had already tilted his head up to look at you, and fuck, how were you supposed to say no to that.

You leaned in to quickly press your mouth to his, keeping it chaste, but he looked pleased when you pulled back. You don’t stop him when he moved back toward you, stealing another before smacking your ass teasingly. It surprised you and your gasp faded into laughter as he got to his feet to start talking you into actually getting in the water.

The sun was hot, and the five of you stayed out on the water for a few hours, mostly floating around, talking about nothing, really. Kevin seemed to be keeping close to you, and you hardly minded. You made sure Sophie had sunscreen on and she took the chance to wiggle her eyebrows at you suggestively before jerking her head toward Kevin.

Evening had just hit by the time you got back to the cabin and you had desperately needed a shower. You felt like a new person after you re-emerged from the bathroom and joined the group again, just as dinner was nearly ready. Kevin damn near pouted at you when you sat next to Sophie, out of his reach.

You did, however, sit with Kevin and Nolan during dinner, carrying out a casual conversation about Netflix originals versus Hulu originals. Kevin made heart eyes at you the whole time, and it was more than a little distracting. You nudged him under the table with your foot at one point and he took that as encouragement, doing the same back to you.

Pairing up with Sophie, the two of you managed to beat Kevin and Jimmy at pong twice. Music was playing as the others hung around, chatting amongst themselves. Nolan and Brady had pulled up seats next to the pong table, seemingly cheering for you and Sophie. Someone got another fire going as dusk fell, which you all gravitated towards when Jimmy and Kevin decided they didn’t want to lose to you and Sophie a third time.

Brady was drunk in no time, with Jimmy not far behind him. They each decided to try to roast marshmallows, which failed miserably. The night was a little chilly, so you were grateful to be around the fire. You turned your head to glance out at the lake, then looked up at the stars, relaxing back into your chair. When you look back to the fire again, Kevin was watching you, winking at you when you made eye contact. He made you feel like a goddamn teenager with the way the wink had made your stomach flip.

It was nearly 10:30 when you finished the only drink you’d brought down to the fire, and you sighed as you got to your feet. Walking past Kevin, his hand slid around your wrist to stop you. “You going up to grab another drink?” he asked casually, as if his thumb brushing over your skin wasn’t making it difficult for you to think straight.

“That was my plan, yeah,” you responded, looking at him expectantly. Behind you, Sophie was laughing at something, and you could hear the fire crackling.

“Cool, I’ll come with you,” he said, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. When he got to his feet though, his fingers laced with yours as the two of you started up toward the cabin. You almost scoffed teasingly, surprised by the sudden influx of PDA throughout the day as he walked you away from the rest of the group.

Halfway there, walking along the group of trees that separate the cabin from the property next door, you saw Kevin glance over his shoulder briefly. He squeezed your hand, nodding his head toward the trees with a grin.

“What are you doing?” you asked, laughing as you stepped into the thicket. You looked back quickly, and no one seemed to notice the two of you disappearing into the trees.

“Nothing,” Kevin responded in an innocent enough tone that you laughed in response.

“You know there’s a whole cabin up there that we can go to, rather than be in the trees with all of the bugs and sap or whatever, right?” you teased, realizing you were deep enough into the trees that you could barely hear the murmur of the group talking around the fire.

“Too far away,” he said, letting go of your hand to put his arm around your waist.

“So what, we’re gonna make out in the woods for a while?” You were laughing a little as you said it, head tilted up to look at him. The smile on his face made your knees wobble a little as you leaned back slightly into the tree behind you, enjoying the quiet sound of the crickets that surrounded you.

Kevin shrugged, his hand sliding over your waist and along your back. He’d always made you feel so small in comparison to him and now was no exception as he watched your face, like he was enjoying making you wait for more contact. Your hand moved along his chest idly, the fabric of his shirt soft beneath your hand before it settled on the back of his neck to pull him down to you.

All the restraint of the kiss earlier had gone out the window, that much was obvious. It was slow, at least to start, your body buzzing as his teeth caught on your bottom lip already. Your arm tightened around his shoulders, keeping him close as he crowded you against the tree. The bark was digging into your back, scratching you a bit through the fabric of your shirt, but you hardly cared.

His tongue slid over yours and you moaned, not even trying to stop yourself. The sound obviously encouraged him, his hands sliding down to squeeze your ass as he pressed against you more. Urgency seeped into each of you, making you kiss him harder as your hand slid along his jaw. The scratch of stubble against your palm was better than you even remembered, and the desire to feel the same scratch against the inside of your thighs jolted through you.

After palming at your ass again, his hands moved up to the curve of your waist slowly like he was savoring it. He was pressed flush against you by then, overwhelming your senses as you gripped the fabric of his shirt. You sneaked a breathe where you could, your hand sliding up the thick muscle of his arm and over his shoulder.

Your clit was throbbing between your thighs as you arched toward him, enjoying the soft sound he made feeling your breasts press against his chest. An eager tension was curling up your spine, an impatient, needy sound leaving you as he tugged at your bottom lip teasingly. His mouth left yours to kiss your jaw, coaxing you to tilt your head to the side for him.

Of course, you gave in, your hand sliding into his hair as his kissed along the column of your throat. “You’ve been driving me fucking crazy all day,” he murmured, his mouth against your ear while gripping your hips tightly. “That swimsuit, these fucking shorts.” The sentence is punctuated by him grabbing your ass again, pulling your hips forward into his.

“Fuck, Kevin,” you exhaled, your hand finding his cheek to guide his mouth back to yours. Even with his body pressed against yours like it was, you still needed more.

His hands were everywhere, sliding up to cup your breast over your shirt, the other on your hip. Squeezing your thighs together, you licked into his mouth as your body rocked against his hungrily. You wanted to hate just how easy it was for him to get you wound up like this, but you’d always absolutely melted under his touch.

Impatience was threatening to boil over as your core absolutely ached for him, desperate to feel more of him. The kiss had become a little sloppy, and by the time your hand found his wrist to guide his fingers to the waist of your shorts, your lungs were burning.

He pulled back, his forehead resting against your temple as you both took a few breaths. “You want me to touch you, baby?” he asked, voice low as he kissed your jaw. His fingers toyed with the button of your shorts, making your breathing hitch as you nodded eagerly.

The button came undone, then the zipper, and his hand slipped into your panties, clearly feeling just as impatient as you were. Your arm settled around his neck to keep him close, turning your head to brush your mouth over his again. He happily swallowed the moan you let out as his fingers slid through your folds with ease, exhaling a curse a second later.

“Shit, sweetheart,” he murmured against your mouth, letting the tip of his finger just barely tease at your clit.

“Don’t be a tease,” you pled, half whining for him already as your hips pressed toward his hand. You swore he was smirking even as he kissed you, his other hand coming up to hold your jaw, keeping your mouth against to his.

Kevin had started to rub firm circles against your clit, enough to make you squirm as you pant into his mouth. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this turned on, and you were so hungry for him that you’d completely forgotten that you were pressed against a tree with your friends 30 feet away.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, fingers rubbing firm strokes from your entrance to your clit and back. You could only nod, still trying to kiss him desperately despite the fact that you had barely caught your breath. He was still pressed close against you and you could feel the hard outline of his cock through his shorts which sent another wave of need through you.

A slew of curses left you when he sank two fingers into you, letting the heel of his hand grind against your clit. Your hips pressed toward him urgently, feeling yourself tighten around his fingers, and part of you still could hardly believe this was even happening. His mouth left yours before you were ready, trailing down your neck again to suck at your pulse point. You squeezed his shoulder as your hand curled in the fabric of his shirt, doing your best to catch your breath.

“More, Kev, fuck.” Your words were rushed as you whimpered loudly, feeling his fingers curl against your g-spot. If you had been able to keep them open, your eyes would’ve crossed, exhaling a pleased groan your head fell back against the trunk of the tree behind you.

Your toes curled as heat curled in your stomach, barely able to believe he had you this close to an orgasm already. His fingers were buried deep inside you, fucking into you in shallow motions and giving you the friction that you so desperately needed.

“C’mon, beautiful, I know you can cum for me,” Kevin said, nipping at your jaw then kissing the hollow of your throat. You nodded quickly, opening your mouth to say who knows what, but a moan came out instead.

He cursed into your skin when your hips jerked, and you tumbled over the edge, somehow managing to groan his name as you came. You were practically clinging to him, whimpering and grateful that you were still upright even as your knees shook. Heat wove through you, leaving your mind blank and buzzing by the time you came down, your hips rocking against his hand until you slowed to a stop.

Your eyes were still closed, because you weren’t sure if you remembered how to open them, more concerned about getting air into your lungs. Kevin’s mouth pressed light and gentle kisses up the side of your neck to your cheek, doing nothing to help slow your heart rate down again. When he kissed you on the mouth, it was sweet, but with a hungry edge that made you clench around his fingers again.

“Damn, I forgot how fucking sexy you are when you cum,” he told you, letting his palm grind against your clit again. Your folds were sensitive and the feeling made you gasp, arching away from him with a whine.

When he pulled back, his fingers leaving you, he was smirking and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving him a pleased grin. Your cheeks were flushed and when you licked your lips, you could tell they were swollen. Everything was buzzing still, and like you finally remembered that the two of you were only slightly hidden by the trees, you glanced around quickly.

“Do you think you can keep your dick in check long enough for us to get to your room?” you asked, a teasing tone to your voice as you let your knuckles brush over the hard line of his cock.

“Not if you keep doing that,” he responded, leaning to press a quick, open mouthed kiss to your lips before taking your hand and starting toward the cabin.

You nearly had to jog to keep up with Kevin, and you laughed as you told him to slow down. Glancing over your shoulder, it doesn’t seem that anyone around the fire seemed to notice the two of you slip inside the cabin, only pausing to kick off your shoes.

As soon as the door to his room was closed behind you, his hands were on you again, pulling your body against his. Your head tilted back to meet his kiss, a satisfied hum leaving you at the contact. His hand found your waist, squeezing you there before starting to tug at the fabric of your shirt. He leaned back to pull it off over your head, and you swallowed, grateful that the room was still dark.

You unfastened his shorts, and when your hand slipped inside to stroke him through his underwear, he groaned your name. His mouth crashed into yours again, bringing his hands up to hold your face gently despite the hunger you were both displaying. He kissed you for a moment longer, one hand sliding to the back of your neck, then to your shoulder as you nudged his shorts down.

It was easy to figure out what he wanted when he pressed down on your shoulder lightly. You chuckled, kissing him again before sinking to your knees in front of him. His breathing hitched at the sight of you, and you smirked, already leaning in drag your tongue along the hard line of his cock through the fabric of his boxer-briefs. It would have been impossible for you to forget how much he had loved you going down on him, so why not take the time to tease him a little.

When you looked up at him through your eyelashes, he cursed under his breath as you tugged his underwear down. His eyes were locked on you as his hand moved to push your hair out of your face, keeping his fingers threaded through the strands. With his cock free, you leaned closer to swirl your tongue around the head of it and you could tell that his hands were already shaking slightly.

The grunt that left him when your hand stroked along his length a few times sent heat prickling down your spine as you started to take more of him between your lips. He started panting in response to you dragging your thumb along the underside of his dick, and his hips rocked toward you lazily. His responsiveness to every touch made you all the more eager, letting your hand fall away from him as you took him deeper in your mouth.

You took a breath before letting him start to slide down your throat when his fist tightened in your hair. You arched your back to press your breasts against his legs, nearly gagging around his length as he swore under his breath.

“Fuck, I missed your mouth,” he told you, breathing heavily as you started to bob your head. Alternating between sucking and sliding your tongue over him, you looked up at him again as your clit throbbed between your legs. His brow was creased, eyes squeezed shut as he groaned, and he was tense with restraint, his hips twitching toward you.

Your lungs were burning, but the heady taste of him and the sound of his voice when he praised you softly had need burning through your veins. Speeding up slightly, your hand squeezed his thigh, letting your nails dig into his skin and he swore loudly. You let yourself get a little sloppy and your jaw relaxed when he hit the back of your throat. It surprised you a little when he briefly held you in place, but him taking that little bit of control made you moan around him.

As soon as he released you, you pulled off to catch your breath, bringing your hand up to stroke him slowly. His eyes were still locked on you, and you grinned up at him, knowing your lips were slick and swollen. Taking another deep breath, you leaned in again, dragging your tongue along the length. It was getting difficult to ignore the way your folds were throbbing, and you were so wet that the inside of your thighs were slick.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” Kevin warned, his voice tight as his hand in your hair tightened as he guided you back to where he wanted you. You rolled your eyes at him, smirking quickly before opening your mouth to soothe your tongue over the slit at the head of his cock.

Sliding your mouth along his length, sucking eagerly as your nails dragged down his thigh was all it took to make his hips snap forward when he came. He cursed, fucking into your mouth lazily as he spilled hot down your throat. You could feel his knees shaking slightly and you swallowed, starting to bob your head again as you exhaled a content sigh through your nose.

His hand relaxed in your hair and you pulled off, licking your lips as you looked up again. He had a blissed out look in his eye, breathing heavily as he grinned down at you. Sitting back on your heels, you licked your lips as he took another deep breath.

“I think you actually sucked my soul out,” he said a moment later, a chuckle to his voice as he dragged a hand down his face.

You snorted, grinning as you got to your feet. “Glad I could be of service,” you responded, earning a laugh out of him as his hands settled on your waist. He was smiling as he leaned to kiss you, and the second his mouth was on yours again, that intensity was back.

His hands moved to unfasten your bra with ease, tugging the fabric away from your body as he started walking you backwards toward the bed. You followed his lead, gasping when his hand came up to cup your breast, rolling your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger with a greedy hum. The back of your thighs hit the edge of mattress, but you stayed on your feet, unwilling to stop kissing him just yet.

Kevin licked into your mouth, kissing you deeply as his hands slid down to squeeze your ass firmly with a groan. “Lay back for me,” he told you, mouth barely leaving yours. You nodded, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth when you finally pulled back, settling yourself on the mattress.

Before you could pull him down to you, he was reaching to turn on the lamp on the bedside table. Warm light flooded the room and a protest caught in your throat, self-consciousness sweeping through you. Looking up at him, you managed to fight the urge to cover yourself as a flush colored your cheeks.

He was silent, looking over you with greedy eyes as he pulled his shirt off over his head. After tucking his dick back in his boxer-briefs, he kicked his shorts off as well before he stepped between your parted knees. Leaning over you with a hand at your side, he kissed between your breasts and down along your stomach to make your breathing hitch. You didn’t expect him to nuzzle against you like he did, exhaling a breath.

“I missed you so much,” he told you, the words quiet as he glanced up at you. There was a softness in his eyes that you hadn’t expected, making your stomach jump as you squirmed on the bed impatiently.

He didn’t give you much of a chance to respond, his hands coming up to tug your shirt and panties down your hips. As soon as he managed to get them untangled from your legs, the fabric joined everything else on the floor, and he pulled you closer to the edge of the mattress as he sank to his knees in front of you.

Kevin didn’t waste anymore time, guiding your legs over his shoulders as his mouth trailed up the inside of your thigh. His breath was hot against your skin and you did your best to relax despite the fact that your hips was already tense with anticipation. You swore loudly when he parted your folds with two fingers, almost immediately leaning in to drag his tongue from your entrance up to your clit, punctuating the motion by sucking the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth.

“Oh my god, Kevin,” you breathed, already rolling your hips against his mouth greedily. He hummed in acknowledgement, and you swore you felt the vibration run through every inch of you.

“I love how fucking wet you get from sucking me off,” he murmured, eyes sliding up your body as his tongue fucked into you. It was your turn to let your fist curl in his hair, pulling at the short strands as he lapped at your wetness. His nose nudged at your clit and his hand slid along the back of your thigh, pushing it up toward your chest. You loved how he was maneuvering you as he saw fit, positioning you exactly how he wanted you.

One of his hands was under your ass, keeping you propped up for him while the other hand slid up your body to your breast. His tongue continued to slide through your folds, sucking here and there as he toyed with your nipple. He was a little rougher than you had anticipated, and the motion makes you groan, arching off the mattress. You could already feel your orgasm building from being so wound up already, making your toes curl as tension bubbled in your stomach.

“More, Kev, please,” you whined, biting you lip to try and hold back the desperate sounds that rose in the back of your throat. He gave you what he wanted, like he always did, and your clit absolutely throbbed as he sucked it into his mouth again.

With his mouth occupied, he brought two fingers up to tease at your entrance, and you swore loudly as your hips rocked slightly, seeking him out. “You gonna fuck yourself on my fingers, baby?” he asked, the words vibrating through you considering he could barely bring himself to pull away from you.

Immediately, you nodded, then you forgot how to breath all together as he sank two fingers into you, tugging at your nipple at the same time. His tongue was sliding over your clit insistently, drawing figure eights against it as his fingers curled against your g-spot. You saw stars and the sound that left you was nothing short of a sob as your hips rolled against his hand, trying to getting him deeper. Your heel pressed between his shoulder blades, grateful for the extra leverage to help you meet his hand.

Your toes were curled so tightly that your foot threatened to cramp, and when he started to pump his fingers into you to meet the motion of your body, he moaned. The rough stubble covering his jaw had left the inside of your thighs sensitive, bordering on raw, but the irritation only made you that much more desperate. You swore, feeling yourself bow off the bed as he practically devoured you, hitting all of the right spots to send you barreling over the edge and into an orgasm.

He didn’t let up, fingers still fucking into you as his mouth toyed with your clit mercilessly. It was impossible to catch your breath, pleading for him as you tugged at his hair roughly in an effort to keep him close. By the time you stopped squeezing around his fingers, you had relaxed into the mattress and your body felt heavy as your leg stayed draped over his shoulder.

Looking down at him, you realized that his eyes were already on you, his fingers still buried inside you but not moving as he lapped at your folds firmly. He always felt so good, bringing you down easy like this, until all of a sudden it was too much. A gasp ripped through you as you pushed at his head, the reaction met with a laugh as he pulled away from you.

“Sensitive?” he murmured, eyebrow raised as he smirked slightly. You nodded, a lazy smile on your face as you untangled yourself from him. He pressed a kiss to your hip as he withdrew his fingers from you, looking awfully pleased with himself.

Your heart rate had finally started to slow by the time he dropped onto the mattress next to you, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then your cheek. There was a hazy look in your eye when you looked at him, still unable to figure out how to piece together a sentence.

The two of you laid there for a while, close together and just breathing as your fingers traced shapes along his shoulder. Really, you should’ve moved because your bottom half was still hanging off the edge of the bed.

“You think anyone realized we never came back with drinks?” he asked eventually, his voice a sleepy grumble. You laughed softly, shrugging before you sighed, turning your head to look at him. Leaning forward, you kissed him softly before sitting up. He watched you for a moment longer before he reached for his phone. “Damn, it’s after 11 already.”

“No point in going back out now, if you ask me,” you responded, moving over the mattress to lay your head against a pillow.

You smiled when he moved to follow, already curling up against you. He kissed along your shoulder, nuzzling into the back of your neck after pulled the sheets up to cover you. The cautious voice in the back of your head was telling you that you needed to get up, that you needed to get dressed and go back to your own room, but the bed smelled like him and he was so warm when his leg tangled with yours.

He only pulled back quickly to turn off the lamp before settling against you again even closer, his face pressed into your hair. You were content, even a little sleepy, and getting up wasn’t much of a priority right then. His fingers slid along you waist as the two of you stayed curled up in the dark, slipping into easy conversation.

Kevin had always been pretty quick to fall asleep after a good orgasm, and now seemed to be no exception. The talking tapered off after a while, and his face was pressed into your neck when you heard him start to snore softly. You stayed in place a while longer, nearly squirming with the effort to stay place as the voice in your head got louder and louder.

Your hand slid along his forearm before you untangled yourself from him, finding that your knees are still wobbly when you got to your feet. It was easy enough to find your shorts and your shirt in the dark and you got dressed before going across the hall. The rest of the cabin was quiet and you went straight to your room, stripping out of the clothes again as you pulled your pjs on with shaking hands.

In bed, you laid on your back, staring at the ceiling in the dark. Your feelings for him certainly hadn’t changed, so why would the fact that you never slept in bed with him. Every time you’d hooked up in New York, you pulled yourself out of his bed to go to the guest room. You didn’t know why, but Kevin had never mentioned it. Now though, you felt dirty about it, anxiety prickling at your scalp as you laid there. You could probably slip back in without him realizing it, but you were cemented into the mattress, your mind running a million miles an hours until you finally fell asleep.

SATURDAY

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