#she cares so much - sometimes too much - which is also probably why she broke up w/ joon ho

[hael987]

The fact that Young Woo led the charge and insisted upon finding the chef/owner just for Attorney Jung. The fact that she waited behind for him so he wasn’t walking alone and tried to offer words of support, to try tell him that his life’s efforts weren’t a waste. The fact that she’s the reason that Attorney Jung can smile so brightly near the end of the episode.

Her words and actions may miss the mark sometimes, her love and care may be clumsy at times, but hers is the one that runs the deepest and is the most genuine.

[thebestofoneshots]

tastes | Marauders x Reader

Pairing: J.P. x S.B. x R.L x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Smut, finger fucкing, oral (male receiving), P in V, lots of praise (especially from Remus), Sirius gets all the love he deserves, consent is sexy, lusty!boys, сreаm piе, they literally can't take their eyes off you.

Prompt: Inspired by the sense of taste. Reader has a very strong gag reflex, so the boys have never asked you to blow them, and you love them for it. But today, you want to taste them.

tastes is part of The Five Senses: an anthology series where each chapter will be a stand-alone story, inspired by the different ways we have of perceiving the world around us.

18+ readers only (smut under the cut)

Cum Feel The Noize

You had always had pretty strong gag reflex, just brushing your tongue while you brushed your teeth made you want to puкe sometimes, it wasn’t ideal, but it was what you were born with so you settled. 

The boys knew, you’d been friends with them long before you started dating, and you had been pretty vocal about it, really, you were just so comfortable with them around that you didn’t mind talking about those things.

“What about sucking a dicк?” Sirius asked, half teasingly, half because he’d been genuinenly curious. He got elbowed by James after asking, but you just laughed.   

“Nah, it’s fine,” you told James dismissively “In truth, I’ve never done that.” 

“Never, ever? Not even the tip?” Asked James impressed, now curious as well. You shook your head as an answer.

“Not even when you dated that stupid Harland boy?” asked Remus. They all hated Harland because they all liked you, even then, a few months before you started all dating each other.

“Harland?” you asked in disbelief “Hell no! He asked a couple of times but, I just couldn’t do it,” you admitted “I really didn’t want to puкe all over his dicк.” 

“Understandable,” Remus nodded. 

“Yeah, you’d think. That’s why we broke up tho.” 

“What? Shut up!” James said, almost standing straigther.

“No, it’s true!” you said with a nod “He said there were plenty other girls in the market, and that most of them would die just to get the chance to suck him off.”

“And what did you tell him?” Sirius asked. 

“To fuck off,” you said with a laugh “didn’t even like him that much anyway,” you said with a sight, “But he’s so petty, he asked me to go see him in one of the abandoned classrooms to give me back some of my stuff, but he had just gotten a girl to blow him there. So when I arrived–” 

James gasped, he had his mouth open wide, completely shocked.

“–Poor girl, she was so embarrassed ‘cause she thought we were still dating. Which in hindsight, probably makes is worse. Anyway, he tried to go after me and jinxed him.” 

“We thought you stopped dating because he moved away.” 

“Nope, he moved away because the girl told all her friends about it and gave him the worst reputation.” 

Fast forward to now, you had been dating them for almost a year, and they had, never once, asked you to suck them off, not even by accident, which only made you love them even more, making you realize they truly listened, the difference abysmal between them and Harland, who’d asked hundreds of times, and your boys, who actually cared about you and your limits. And since they also had each other to have fun with it, neither of them missed out on getting blowjobs all that often either. Benefits of being in a poly relationship. 

But the boys were always so caring, and so giving, both in and outside of the bedroom, that you really wanted to give back to them. In fact, seeing the way James sucked Remus once, made you want to test it yourself, mouth watering at the thought. You had done your research too, asked your friends about their techniques and paid a lot more attention when they were doing each other, making mental notes of the things they clearly liked and the things they didn’t. For the first time in your life, you actually wanted to try. 

So, on Sirius’ birthday, you thought it’d be your chance. The boy had asked Peter for the room and he happily left the three of them to do their thing while going to bunk with his own girlfriend. Remus had been the one to pick you up at your room with the invisibility cloak that day. 

“You ready luv?” he asked tenderly when you got out of your room, quickly enveloping you in the cloak as he stood behind you.

“Very ready,” you said with a little smirk, which had Remus raise one of his eyebrows. Did you plan something? That’s definitely your “I’ve planned something” tone.

He dipped his head in the crook of your neck and gave it a short whiff “You’re wearing Sirius’ favourite perfume,” he mouthed, you could feel his lips brushing against your skin, already sending warmth to your core. “What else?” 

 You smiled mischievously “Nothing else,” you admitted. 

A rush of blood went straight to his cock when he heard you say that so confidently, and he finally peaked from his spot in your neck, looking through the thin white shirt you were wearing, he could see your nipple perking underneath the fabric, marking it ever so slightly. “Fuck, dove you’re such a tease.” 

You shrugged, turning to press a kiss to his cheek, realizing how blown out his pupils were already, “You know how much Sirius loves it.” 

He slid his hands under your skirt, only feeling the outside of your tight, all the way to your waist, as if trying to feel if you really had nothing underneath at the bottom. “Yeah, he’s not the only one,” he grunted, digging his digits a little, just below your pelvis. You pressed yourself to him a little more, realizing he was already getting turned on, even from such a short interaction, which only fueled you even more, turning completely around you wrapped your fingers on his neck and brought him down for a kiss. He complied, pushing you against a nearby wall as he kissed back, hands still extended above his head to keep the cloak covering the two of you. When you finally separated, you were both panting, his lips were already pink from the stimulation, and he brought one of his hands down to accommodate his pants, they were already making him uncomfortable. 

“Come on handsome,” you told him with a smile, butting your bottom lip for a mere second and pulling at his bicep ever so slightly, “Why don’t we continue the party inside?” 

When you arrived at their room, Sirius was on his bed, sketching something in his notebook while James was setting up the record player. After all the initial plan had been to just chill and listen to music together. But you all knew that wasn’t going to be the end of the story from the moment the suggestion left Remus’ lips. 

You went straight to Siri, pressing a chaste kiss over his mouth as you laid down next to him “Happy birthday Puppy!” 

“That’s like the 10th time today you say that,” James teased. 

“It’s probably just an excuse to snog him,” added Remus. 

You shrugged and leaned in again, pressing another short kiss to Sirius’ soft lips “Happy birthday,” you whispered again. 

Sirius just smiled, he loved when you showered him with attention, he had always had a knack for being the center of it, but when he was the center of yours, it made him soar, “You can snog me without wishing me happy birthday kitten, in fact, you can snog me whenever the hell you want.” 

You laughed at the suggestive little smirk he made and searched with your hand to grab his. Sirius would definitely go crazy with how much attention you were all about to give him. He leaned in a little closer, dipping his head in the crook of your neck as he turned  “You smell nice,” he whispered. 

James almost jumped to the bed, placing the top half of his body over the bottom half of yours, his head looking at you from above your belly, “Don’t act like we aren’t in the room,” he said with a pout, placing a hand over your bare leg. 

“We weren’t,” Sirius said, still from the crook of your neck “We were just giving you a show,” he added in the end, you could feel the smirk in his tone. Remus laughed, still standing in the middle of the room as he took off his sweater, passing it over his head, slowly, Remus was the most patient of the three; unless you were close to the moon.

You took a deep breath, feeling James’ forearm press against your belly as you did, he leaned down over them and noticed. “You’re not wearing a bra today,” he said as he raised just the edge of your shirt to get a peak. 

“And it’s not the only thing I didn’t put on,” you said teasingly. 

Sirius turned to you shocked “Shut up.” 

“Why don’t you see it for yourself,” you said with a smirk. Sirius didn’t think twice as he dipped his hand under your skirt. Unlike Remus, he went straight to your slick, feeling how wet you already were. 

“Bloody hell kitten, you’re soaked,” he said, now his own eyes blown out in lust “Wait, why are you so…?” he turned to Remus, who just shrugged in response, a cheeky smile playing on his face. He narrowed his eyes at him and turned back to you, “fine then… my turn,” he said, lightly pushing James off you as he grabbed you by the waist and placed you on top of him, you were now straddling him, each leg to the side of his. The friction of his pants in your core, only making you all the more turned on, you ground yourself against him, which had him moan, if ever so lightly. James had placed one hand over your tight as he moved to kiss Sirius’ neck. Today was his day, after all. 

You smiled, slowly grinding yourself against the boy one more time before leaning in to kiss him on the lips. Remus was sitting on the bed beside yours, lousily looking at the three of you as he patted himself. After a couple more kisses, you reached your hand under Sirius’ shirt, and both you and James pulled Sirius on a sitting position so you could completely remove it, gently passing it over his head. James didn’t leave him lay back down though, he pressed himself behind him to gain better access to his neck instead. 

You smiled, still kissing Sirius as you fumbled your fingers over the button of his trousers. “Someone’s thirsty,” he teased. 

“You wouldn’t know how much,” you whispered enigmatically. There it is again, Remus thought, she’s onto something. With the help of James, you managed to remove Sirius’ pants too. Playing with the hem of his trousers as you continued to grind onto his leg. Now it was your turn, moving in tandem with James, the two of you managed to lay Sirius back, over James’ chest, who rubbed soft circles on his arms as he watched you grind onto his boyfriend. Sirius was malleable, in fact, at this point, he would let you do whatever the hell you wanted with him, he wasn’t sure he was even still on earth. 

Finally, you pulled his boxers down, pulling back just a little when his thick cock sprang out, pressing against his stomach from the force of the release. You licked your lips but stood back straight, taking your time to throw the boxers somewhere. Remus smiled, you were being fast tonight, maybe he’ll get his turn faster than– 

He lost his train of thought, you had dropped kisses all over Sirius’ stomach and your face was dangerously close to his cock. It wasn’t unusual that you played and rubbed their cocks with your hands, but you usually kept your head a little further away from them. 

He almost completely lost it when he noticed you playing with Sirius’ tights, pressing kisses against them as you spread them a little with your hands. That was a move he knew all too well, he’d done it several times. Finally, when you leaned down and pressed your lips against Sirius’ cock, it was he who jumped out of James’ grasp, Remus crossing the distance that there was in between the two of you with two long strides. 

“Kitten what are you–” Sirius asked, his throat dry. 

“–what do you think?” you said, motioning to his cock. 

“But your gag reflex sweetheart,” James said, he was peering through Sirius’ shoulders. 

Your heart warmth at the boys’ concern, “I wanna try,” you added. 

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do it… If you feel pressured into it because it’s my birthday then–” 

“–It’s not that,” you cut him off “I want to try.”  

“Are you very sure luv?” Remus asked, he had leaned down near the bed to level his head with yours. 

You nodded “Positive.” 

“Sirius can be a little desperate sometimes,” James added “We can help you hold him in place so he doesn’t accidentally jerk too hard into your throat, How does that sound?” 

You peered to look at him through your lashes, Sirius thought you’d never looked more stunning “If Sirius is all right with that.” 

The boy in question nodded excitedly, and James leaned a little to the side, pressing one of his legs, while Remus held him from the other side. 

“We’re ready,” Remus said with a short nod. 

You nodded in response, taking a deep breath, and leaned back down pressing little kisses on Sirius’ soft abdomen before placing your hand over his balls. You’d seen James do it, and Sirius seemed to like it when he did. 

Judging by the way he moaned, he also enjoyed it when you did. After kneading them a little more, and rubbing circles over his tight with your other hand, you placed your hand around his cock, pumping it a couple of times before finally leaning down, placing a light kiss over his tip. The sound Sirius emitted was so sinful, you felt your arousal dripping from your cunt. 

James had moved over the bed, one hand still over Sirius’ leg, the other on his cock, he was watching mouth dry as you leaned down on Sirius. He had only dreamed of you doing such a thing, never daring to ask for it. 

You took a deep breath, and went for a long lick, all the way from shaft to the end. Remus smirked, such a tease, he thought. 

Sirius moaned again, head plopping back into the pillows James had placed when he moved to the side.

Remus hummed “Stop teasing him so much sweetheart,” he said as he placed a hand on the side of Sirius’ face, brushing lightly from his temple to his neck all the while looking tenderly at the boy, “He might just combust in flames if you keep it up.” 

You stroked Sirius one more time, brushing your thumb over his tip the way you knew he liked so much and then you leaned down again, this time wrapping your mouth around his tip. You didn’t go down too deep at first, only really staying around the tip, making sure to test how much you could actually fit into your mouth without it getting uncomfortable. 

You started moving your tongue around his tip, nipping and teasing. Another moan escaped from Sirius’ mouth, James didn’t know where to look as he touched himself, either at you or Sirius’ pleasure-driven face. At some point, you felt a slight buckle of Sirius’ hips, or at least an attempt of it, since both James and Remus had managed to restrain him from moving too much. 

“Please,” he begged. You knew exactly what he wanted. When he got all whinny like that, it was because he wanted you to pick up the pace, either by stroking him faster or bobbing your hips up and down his length. You squeezed slightly with your hand since you knew how much he liked it when you clenched your “tight little pussy” around him. And finally, you started to bob your head up and down, slowly, taking in very little of him in your mouth at first. Testing the waters.

Sirius emitted the kind of groan you only heard of him when he was so deep into you, he couldn’t think of anything else. You then felt Remus’ hand, the one he wasn’t using to hold Sirius’s hip, moving under your skirt. Slowly moving up until he reached the tender flesh of the inside of your tight. And then he went further up, tracing your slit with his long finger. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, “Pads, if you could feel how wet she is at this point… she’s practically dripping.”

Remus knew exactly what he was doing, Sirius was as much into physical pleasure as emotional, much like you were, and Remus was well aware knowing such a thing would set his boyfriend on fire, he wasn’t wrong, you could feel his hips trying to buckle into your mouth again, only to be stopped by the boys’ strong hands.  

Remus did not remove his hand either, he kept playing around your slit, slowly parting with two fingers as you perked your ass just a bit more for easier access, which just had him grin. You moaned when he placed one of his fingers over your clit and started rubbing, Remus had the most confident grip when it came to finger fucking you, and he always delivered. 

You started taking in a bit more of Sirius, forcing yourself a little over what you’d consider your comfort zone. Every moan his noises and Remus’ hands pulled from you, reverberating across his cock and bringing him closer. 

“Sweethea… aaaah, fuck.” Sirius was trying to tell you something, but the way his moans sounded, you knew exactly what he wanted to say. 

Regardless, it was James who took his hand away from his own cock and bought it to caress your back, “Kitten…” he said softly, you eyed him, not stopping the way you moved your mouth around Sirius, which almost got him to lose his train of thought, “Kitten, Sirius is about to come,” he informed. 

You hummed in response, being aware of it already. You knew. Finally, that brought Remus back into the conversation “Wait, luv, does that mean you’re going to…” you hummed again. 

“fuck,” you heard him whisper. She’s gonna swallow, he thought, not being able to keep his eyes off you. 

Sirius was just as impressed, even if he wasn’t thinking much at this point, he had brought his hand down, and he toyed with your hair before settling it just over the back of your neck, he wasn’t pushing though, he was rubbing soft circles with his thumb, even amongst all the madness you’d brought to him, he was still thinking of your comfort. 

You drove your head up and down three more times, and then you felt it, warm and a little salty, spurring into your mouth. And as you had planned you swallowed it all, helping Sirius ride through his orgasm by still bobbing your head a couple of times. 

“It’s ok sweetheart,” you heard James, he still had his hand on your back “He’s done, you can stop.” 

You did, slowly taking your mouth out and letting your head fall over Sirius’ belly, making sure to keep your ass up so Remus wouldn’t stop toying with your pussy, which he wasn’t planning on either way. Sirius looked at you, breath heavy as he wrapped his hand over your cheek, “That was incredible sweets, and for your first time.” 

You pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his stomach, and then turned your eyes back to him “I’d been observing you…” you said. Being stoped by your own moan as Remus drove a finger inside of you “taking notes of what each of my boys likes best.” 

“fuck you’re so tight,” the boy whispered, only James heard, you and Sirius were too wrapped in your own little bubble. 

“Have you now?” he said with a teasing smile, “you might become the best of the three,” he whispered, it earned him a smack from James, who had been attentively watching the way Remus finger fucked you, imagining how it would look like without the skirt. 

“Next time you beg for me to blow you after a game I’ll tell you to go beg elsewhere,” he teased. Which earned a chuckle from you and Sirius. 

“I want to see,” Sirius added, motioning to Remus’ hand under your skirt. 

“That makes two of us,” James said as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a sitting position, you whined in response, almost crying at the loss of Remus’ expert fingers. 

“It’s ok baby, we’re just gonna reposition,” James cooed, and he started to unbutton your shirt as Remus got on the bed, taking off his shirt in one swift motion before helping James remove yours. The boys moved in tandem, smoothly as if they knew exactly what the other was about to do next, which perhaps they did, since they knew each other so well. Once the shirt was off, you felt the cold air perk your nipples, giving both boys sitting in front of you their own little show. While that was going on, Remus was the one to unbutton and unzip your skirt, lifting you up towards him as James pulled it off. 

Remus placed you in between his legs, enjoying the feeling of the soft bare skin of your back flushing against his torso. He hadn’t yet removed his pants, but you could feel how hard he was under them, so hard it’s gotta be painful.

But Remus had only two moods, either being patient or being desperate; today he was the first one, so when you rocked your hips back, trying to get a reaction, he just held you down “Steady on sweetheart, let us enjoy you first.” 

And they were going to enjoy you, while Remus spread you wide open, carefully passing your feet over his legs so they would stay in position, James had leaned in to spread soft kisses on your neck. All of you facing Sirius, who was just smiling darkly at the sight. 

Remus was slow at first, passing a hand over your inner tight, massaging the soft skin before getting closer to your slit. Even then, he just massaged around it “Remus!” you whined, which only earned him a chuckle. 

“What is it luv?” he asked, playing dumb. 

“Yeah, what is it?” James asked, unlaching his lips from your neck and turning to you, joining the teasing. 

“Please!” you added, grabbing onto Remus’ hand and placing it on your slit. 

Finally, he complied, tracing his strong fingers over your slit, still impossibly wet. James had already moved on to kiss one of your nipples, nipping and teasing the tender skin. Sucking it into peaks before laying it back with his tongue. One of his hands had been placed in the small of your neck, and the other on your other breast, making sure not to let it skip on the fun. 

“How are you three so goddamned beautiful?” you heard Sirius mumble as he enjoyed the view. 

This time around, after toying with your clit once more, Remus placed two fingers inside instead of one, which had you gasp, but he just smiled devilishly as he thrusted them in and out, eliciting one of his favourite sounds in the world, your moans. While lost in bliss, you felt James’ cock brush against your skin, which made you remember how forgotten you had left him tonight, so you reached out and brushed your hand around it, brushing your thumb over the tip a couple of times, earning a couple of moans from him. 

“Yes, please,” he whispered, and you complied, finally starting to stroke him. James did not stop the kissing as you continued to move your hand up and down his length, only moaning your name a couple of times, and squeezing your breast a little tighter when he was close. 

You were just as close, you realized Remus had been not only finger fucking you, but preparing you as well, slowly stretching you out with the help of his two fingers. Remus was big, and without stretching, he just didn’t fit in. And if he was stretching you out, then it meant he knew he’d get your wet little cunt tonight and it only fueled him more and turned you on even more in return. You buckled your hips against his fingers a couple of times, and his pace became faster. Just like your stroking around James’ cock. 

James came first, thrusting into your hand as his cum dripped all over it, finally unlatching himself from your nipples and breathing heavily as he stared dumbly at you and Remus, lips parted and slightly red, just the sight of it made you buckle your hips against Remus’ hand once again. He was about to take his wand to clean your hand with it, when Remus used his free hand to bring it over to his mouth and ran his tongue from your wrist bone to your fingers, licking most James’ cum along, which James swore made his cock twitch again. 

And then Remus turned to you, not slowing down the pace on your pussy, but looking as calm as unbothered as if he were a teacher asking a student for an answer “Do you want to taste him too, sweetheart?” 

You nodded, and he pushed your hand towards your mouth, carefully placing the soft section between your thumb and your wrist right over your lips, it was the only section still covered with James’ cum, and you slowly brought your lips around it, sucking carefully on your hand and letting your lips slowly go back to their place as Remus’ pulled your hand out. James was a little saltier than Sirius, but also relatively sweet.

“fuck… i’m gonna end up getting hard again,” you heard James’ groan, which had Sirius chuckle as he pulled the boy towards him. 

“Come Prongs, enjoy the show with me,” he said with a smile. James leaned in and gave Sirius a short kiss before leaning on his shoulder. 

“All right sweetheart, your turn,” Remus said as he brought his index finger from the other hand to your clit, you leaned your head back on his shoulder, buckling your hips against him with more conviction now that you weren’t distracted by anything else. 

His pace quickened and you moaned and whined under his expert hands “Hmmm… please Rem, I’m about to…” 

“It’s ok baby, be good and come all over my fingers,” he cooed, and you did, harshly pulling your head back as you allowed him to finger fuck you to oblivion. “There we go, such a good girl for me, isn’t that right?” he praised, as he brought his hand, still wet with your slick over to his mouth and sucked sinfully over the two fingers that were inside of you, moaning as he tasted your juices. He then turned back to you again. “Now, are you gonna allow me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours tonight or do you feel too tired already?” 

You wanted nothing more than for Remus to stretch you up just right, so you nodded, head still a little foggy from the high, “Please Remus,” you added for good measure, moving your hips back just to feel him press against you one more time. 

Finally, you moved to the side, allowing the boy to take both his pants and underwear off before he laid down on the bed, Remus knew it was easier for you to be the one to ride him, at least at first –and when he was the first one– since that way you had a little more control over how big he was, and he was always more than happy to let you do it, in fact, he quite enjoyed the way your breast bounced as you bobbed up and down his length. And he knew the boys liked it just as much, so he strategically laid in a way so that they would get a good view of you. 

You slowly straddled him, placing both knees on each side of his hip before rubbing yourself against his cock a couple of times, causing him to moan this time. You were still so fucking wet.

Eventually, you lifted yourself up and lined him with your entrance. He placed both of his hands around your hips, to help hold you up as you slowly pushed yourself down, moaning as you went as deep as you could. Remus had responded to your tightness with a grunt, truth be told he’d been dreaming of it from the moment he went to pick you up. 

You started bobbing up and down his length, slow at first, but picking up that pace as your walls got used to his size. Remus had his hands on your waist, helping you move easily as he started to thrust up into you, reaching the right spot. “fuck… yes,” you said breathily as he continued thrusting.

“So fucking tight,” Remus breathed as he helped you ride him, completely focused on you, on your parted lips, your soft huffs and moans; you were absolutely entrancing in the way you moved your hips on him, “You’re taking me in so well sweetheart…” 

You moaned, and clenched around him, which just caused him to buckle against you even harder. That got you to whimper and you brought both of your palms to lay over his shoulders, to hold yourself better as you continued to rock your hips on the boy, “Baby… if you keep that up I’m not gonna last,” he added, and just to tease him, you clenched again, eliciting a moan from the boy so sinful, it fueled you to keep moving, faster this time around.

“So beautiful, aren’t they Prongs?” you heard Sirius say, almost not quite registering it with the way Remus’ cock trusted into you right after. The other boy hummed in response, not able to take his eyes off the way you were moving. 

When Remus was close, he switched the two of you around, laying you flat on the bed as he brought one of his hands over to your clit, “Be a good girl and come for me one last time sweetheart,” he said as he continued to thrust. Holding back his own orgasm, he wanted to hear you moan his name as he came. 

And after a few more flicks and circles of his thumb, with his pace quickening, you came, “hmm Remus…” you whispered as he continued to thrust inside of you, the way your walls clenched around tipping the boy over the edge, he had hold it back so long, he practically grunted into your ear and spiled inside of you.

Eventually, he pulled back, staring at your pussy as he panted, you knew what he wanted and so you squeezed, allowing the thick white liquid to spill from your inside, dripping from your entrance to the back of your ass. Remus really liked to see the evidence of fucking you, somehow satisfying his most primal desires, or so he’d told you once. 

Remus brought one of his hands back to your cunt, you shivered with the contact since you were still slightly overstimulated, but he didn’t budge, using his middle and index to gather some of your combined juices, he angled his head cockily, “Are you gonna taste me tonight as well sweetheart?” he asked. 

You smiled wickedly, using your elbows to prop yourself up and leaning in towards the boy’s hand, not bothering to answer as you opened your mouth and wrapped it around both of his fingers, making sure to let your lips pull as you slowly hollowed your mouth and pulled yourself back, licking your lips as you completely separated from the boy. Remus had not been expecting that, his cocky demeanour faltering as his mouth dried. Remus was the sweetest of the three. 

A/N: this is the third piece of smut I’ve written so far, and omg this definitely got out of hand. Regardless… I do feel like I’m getting the hang of it. Maybe? A little bit? At least I don’t feel the cringe, anymore. Saying that, I do still stop myself every now and then and wonder “what the hell am I writing?” In a “I’d be burned in the stake for imagining these things” sort of way haha! Either way, I’m having fun, and that’s what matters!

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A tiny little merpepito au for the week

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Pepito misses Apa Roier. Pepito misses Apa Roier so much it hurts, and Apa Roier is so close! He’s just on the other side of the ship, and Pepito can tug on his shirt and get picked up and held the way Apa Roier used to hold Pepito in The Ocean, but. But he’s sad, and it’s all Pepito’s fault, because Pepito is a Very Bad Pepito.

Every night, Pepito eats dinner at the same table as everybody else. He sits by Pomme, because she’s nice, and by Richarlyson, because Richarlyson is too small to sit at the adult side of the table. But Pomme sometimes leaves her seat and asks her mom to hold her, and Richarlyson always goes to bother his dads. But Pepito… can’t. Because Apa Roier looks so sad when he looks at Pepito, and Pepito might start crying if Apa Roier tells him why.

Tonight, four days after Apa Roier joined the crew, Pepito sits alone and eats Pepito’s dinner. Pomme is with Miss Baghera, and Richarlyson is with Captain Celbi, and Pepito. Is. Alone.

Pepito sits with his head down, and he picks at his food idly with a fork.

He jumps as a plate it dropped in front of him.

He looks up, and there is Apa Roier with a fish bone sticking out of his mouth.

In the Language Of The Ocean, Apa Roier says, “Ayyyy, Pepito! There you are! I’ve been looking for you all day!”

He sits, and Pepito’s hands shake.

“Have you been avoiding me?” Apa Roier gasps.

Pepito doesn’t like lying, so Pepito almost nods. But then Pepito remembers that he’s a pirate now, and pirates are evil. So Pepito shakes his head slowly.

Apa Roier nods. “Ahhh, I see. You’re just too busy for me now, I get it.”

Pepito’s stomach turns uncomfortably.

“You’re a big Pepito now,” Apa Roier says. “And I’m just an old man.”

He even puts on his old man voice- the one that he does to piss Ama Rivers off that makes Pepito laugh- when he says that, but all Pepito does is put his fork down and stare at his plate with a chilly-feeling heart. He feels bad.

Miss Mouse laughs at the other end of the table. Misters Pacandmike are arguing with Captain Celbi.

Apa Roier is quiet.

Pepito isn’t going to cry. He isn’t!!! He’s a Strong Pepito! And he’s a pirate! Pirates don’t cry, they make people cry!

…Pepito probably made Apa Roier cry. Apa Roier probably broke down the second he heard what Pepito did, all because Pepito did a Very Bad Thing because Pepito is a Very Bad Pepito and and and and-

“Pepito,” Apa Roier quietly says, “I’m not angry.”

What?

Pepito looks up with wet eyes. He makes eye contact with Apa Roier, which honestly makes Pepito feels so much worse because Apa Roier looks kinda depressed with only two eyes. The Sea Witch took his eyes because of Pepito; just one more bad thing that Pepito has done.

Apa Roier gives a small smile. “I don’t know why you ran away, but I’m not angry. I mean, I’m pissed, but I’m not angry, you know?”

Pepito doesn’t know, but he also doesn’t care, because what does Apa Roier mean, he doesn’t know why Pepito ran away? He has to know! He’s a genius!

“BadBoy might be a real fucking creep sometimes, but he brought you to a real good guy,” Apa Roier continues. He glances over at Captain Celbi, his smile turning Weird. “I mean, Cellbit is kind of an asshole and he’s probably going to Hell, but he’s a nice guy.”

“Are you talking about me?” Captain Celbi calls, the same Weird smile on his face. Huh.

Apa Roier rolls his eyes and flips him off.

Pepito’s eyes widen. Apa Roier is so brave! Everybody knows not to mess with Captain Celbi, he’s evil! Mister Mike says so at least once a day!

“But listen, Pepito,” Apa Roier says, looking back at Pepito, “if you think I swam for a month to come and get you just for me to say I hate you or something, then you really are as stupid as your Apa Mariana. Because I-” (He reaches across the table and boops Pepito right on the nose.) “-will never let any stupid human pirates bully my Pepito. Only I get to bully you.”

Pepito’s eyes are starting to water again, dang it. Pepito is a Strong Pepito!

But then Apa Roier looks at Pepito’s plate of food and sighs and starts moving stuff from his own plate to Pepito’s, saying, “Pepito, Pepito, Pepito… You’re allowed to have more than fish for dinner. We’re pirates now, have pirate food. Here.”

And Pepito can’t help it. He missed Apa Roier so much…!

He jumps from his spot at the table and runs around to Apa Roier. He holds his arms up, and Apa Roier clicks his tongue annoyedly, but Apa Roier picks him up with a groan:

“Pepito, what the fuck? When did you get so big, eh? You’ll be taller than Mariana at this rate!”

Pepito is a growing Pepito, Pepito knows this. But he settles down in Apa Roier’s lap, anyway, and he hugs him because he can because Apa Roier doesn’t know that Pepito is a Bad Pepito. He still thinks that Pepito is a Good Pepito even if he is a Pirate Pepito now.

Apa Roier doesn’t know what happened. And Apa Roier never will.

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 3

Oh no there’s angst in this one!

Robin gave Steve a long look. Steve gave her the same long look.

“You’re really okay with this?”

“I am.”

“You realize if we ever get married, you would be my best man.”

“Do you know any other men?”, Steve said with a roll of his eyes, earning him a smack on the wrist.

“I can tell you’re not a hundred percent on this. So why are you telling me to go for it?” Robin’s eyes implored him to give an honest answer and not just make a joke of the situation.

“You think she’s pretty and smart and I agree. And I want you to be happy. Whoever that might be with.”

“I could probably be happy with someone who isn’t your ex.”

They were having dinner at Steve’s house when the topic came up. Steve was totally sure that Nancy was flirting with Robin. Robin was caught between her loyalty to Steve and wanting to see where things with Nancy could go.

“Robs, I’m not gonna call you a traitor or something if you two get together. And that’s a big ‘if’. I’ve seen you flirt.”

“You’re trying to use humor to change the subject again.” She searched his face for something. “What actually happened? When you two broke up?”

Steve avoided her gaze by looking down at his plate, only shaking his head slightly before responding. “I liked her more than she liked me. And she wanted some...thing else.” He kept himself from saying ‘someone’. Steve didn’t really hold any bitter feelings towards Jonathan, but it was hard to keep certain thoughts away when he thought about the order of events.

“You’re not telling me everything”, Robin pressed.

“I don’t want it to look like I’m blaming Nancy! I’m sure there’s something I did wrong but I don’t know what it is!”

“Why are you sure you’re the one who did something wrong?”

“Because I-she said-”, he took a deep breath. “Ask her.”

“Did you guys like never talk about it?”

“We had a fight. We broke up and then we moved on. There’s not much to talk about.”

“How...have you guys been hanging out with this hanging over you?”

“In our defense, we don’t really hang out unless the world’s about to end.” Steve pushed his plate away. “Whatever happened between me and Nancy is between us. You shouldn’t let it effect....whatever is happening between you guys.”

Robin bit her lip and then squared her shoulders, which got Steve to straighten up as well. 

“Nancy asked me out.”

“Oh.”

“That was a bad ‘oh’. I knew it! I should tell her no.” Robin jumped to her feet and started pacing around.

“That wasn’t a completely bad ‘oh’. It was an ‘you guys are moving fast oh’.”

“We’re moving fast? Eddie smacked you on the ass and was fondling your biceps and going out to the movies is fast?”

“He wasn’t-he didn’t-you’re taking things outta context on purpose!” Steve stood to put his dishes into the sink but also to hide the hopeful look on his face.

Robin let out a sigh, leaning against the counter while Steve started cleaning the dishes. “Don’t you just wish we could sit in a big circle and talk it out?”

“Oh gee, I’d love to talk about my feelings with you, Nancy, and Eddie. It’d be about as much fun as squirting a lemon in my eye.”

“I’m not saying it’d be easy but sometimes talking helps. And if we’re all in the same room, we can get everything out in the open.”

Steve didn’t look too convinced. “Some things are better buried.”

Robin didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at him and watched him clean.

“Are you gonna be busy Friday?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna be sighing by the window, lonely. Eddie asked if I was free.”

Robin gasped dramatically. “Do you think they planned this? Do you think it’s a surprise double date!?”

Steve rolled his eyes so hard his whole head moved. “Get real.”

“Steve. Please. For just one moment”, she held up an index finger on both hands. “Can we pretend we don’t have all this baggage and that homophobia isn’t a thing and that two people who care dearly for us have planned a surprise double date?”

Steve was about to roll his eyes again but one look at Robin’s hopeful expression and he let himself live in that fantasy world.

“Ha! You smiled! I win!”

--------------------------------

It was Friday and Nancy had picked up Robin. It was just a movie date, so she kept it casual. She resisted the urge the whole time to call Steve for outfit advice, not wanting to involve him more than necessary. 

Nancy bought the tickets and because of that, Robin insisted on buying the popcorn. The movie was a cheesy romcom which had just the right amount of cheese to laugh at but with a believable performance from the leads to tug on the heartstrings just right. 

Nancy, ever the bold one, even reached out to hold Robin’s hand during and she was trying her best to enjoy it (not that she had to try hard). But there was that question in the back of her mind. The one that wouldn’t leave her alone, even as the movie was ending.

They decided to walk down the street for some after-movie milkshakes and Robin couldn’t keep the question from bubbling up while they sat in a booth.

“Why did you and Steve break up?”

The way Nancy’s smile dropped made her want to take it back but at the same time she needed to know.

“Does that matter now?”, Nancy asked. Her face said it was over and done with, but Robin couldn’t let it be.

“Normally, I wouldn’t care about body counts or past relationships. But you have to agree this is a unique circumstance.”

“Did Steve say anything?”

“No!”, Robin said quickly. “Well, nothing against you anyway. He’s been very...encouraging. He just said you guys had a fight, that he might be at fault but he doesn’t know why and, yeah.” She wondered if she was saying too much on Steve’s behalf but if he and Nancy weren’t gonna hash things out she was going to need some kind of closure for her own sanity.

“The fight..right...” Nancy played with her straw. “I was...I was dealing with Barb’s death at the time.” She took a long breath through her nose before looking Robin in the eyes. If there was one thing Nancy Wheeler was capable of, it was an intense gaze.

“I said some things apparently, I don’t remember too much, I was drunk. But, I think I really hurt him. And that’s not fair to him but my best friend died and he was pretending like she didn’t like it didn’t matter and it just felt so fake.”

Robin remembered the disappearance of Barb. Remembered Steve telling her that it wasn’t an accident but a misfortune courtesy of the Upside Down. Remembered she was Nancy’s friend. But she had never really thought about the timing and how that might affect their relationship.

“It felt like...”, Nancy continued. “That if he could just pretend that it all never happened, then how could I trust anything from him? I mean did he really love me or was he just saying that because he was supposed to say it?”

Robin’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean Steve is nice. And he’s...”, Nancy thought of Murray against her will. “Safe. And I just think he’s the kind of guy who goes by the script. He’ll say ‘I love you’ to the girl he thinks he’s supposed to be with. He said it to me because I happened to be there at the time.”

Robin refrained from mentioning Steve’s confession to her at Starcourt. “Or maybe he said it because he really meant it.”

Nancy stirred her shake around. “I just couldn’t find it in myself to trust it at the time. I needed someone to acknowledge what happened. And to help me get justice for Barb.”

“That would explain you teaming up with Jonathan.” But not why she slept with him, Robin bit back. “So what? You’re just trying not to follow a script?”

“I don’t want people to write my life for me.”

“Sounds like you’re just a contrarian”, Robin said. “Steve was too safe so you go for Jonathan. But what? He was cleaning himself up too much for you?”

“That’s not-”

“So then you go for someone else. Someone who shouldn’t even be in the script of your life because how wild would that be?”, Robin shook her head and laughed, ignoring the burning of tears behind her eyes.

“Robin that’s not what this is.”

“Yeah? Well you seem to be doing pretty well considering all the shit you’ve seen. How can I trust you?”

For once, Nancy was at a loss for words. 

“Good night Nance”, Robin said while sliding out of the booth and leaving, deciding to walk home.

Part 5

Tag Team

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@goodolefashionedloverboi

@rainydays35

@desert-fern

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[gustavgiles]

Here's a little Vikdecai fic that I hope you enjoy! It's a Viktor-focused story that I wrote 'cus I wanted to see them make up and kiss. Planning a Mordecai-focused followup that may or may not be spicy!

Some Interesting Viktor Facts/Theories that got into my brain doing a Viktor-focused read of the comic while writing this:

Lackadaisy Anodyne provides a wealth of information about Viktor's family:

He gets letters from his daughter, but *only* his daughter, not from his wife. My read on this is that his wife broke things off with him, rather than the other way around (like Viktor telling them to leave because he wanted them safe or something); that seems like the more likely situation if she's no-contact with Viktor.

His daughter sends him 1-2 letters a year; assuming that she started writing him when he split up with his wife, then that places the breakup at just before 1921 or 1922, depending on what year you think the half-hidden postcard is from.

The Palmer Raid precipitating the riot where Viktor lost his eye, then was arrested and bailed out by Atlas happened January 1920, which about lines up with the time he split up with his wife. I think Viktor going to prison and falling in with Atlas was the inciting incident for Viktor's wife leaving him; my headcanon is she didn't feel like he was able to provide for his family anymore, and was dragging them into a dangerous criminal element.

VIKTOR HAS A CONFIRMED THIRD UNKNOWN PERSON IN HIS PAST THAT I NEVER SEE ANYBODY TALK ABOUT! Alena (his daughter)'s 1926 letter to him reads: "Dear Father, Hello! This is my photo from the start of the school year. I wear my hair much shorter now, and so I wanted to show you. I can't believe it's already the holiday season! Will you write back? You don't have to write in English if you don't like to. I can ask Mama or Tala to translate. Merry Christmas, Alena" WHO THE HELL IS TALA?? Did Viktor's wife re-marry? Did Viktor emigrate with someone else? Is it just some random person in the Slovak community that Alena knows? QUESTIONS. (also this implies that Alena doesn't speak Slovak. I wonder if that hurts Viktor a little.)

Viktor HASN'T OPENED ANY OF ALENA'S LETTERS UNTIL NOW. Why? Does it hurt too much? Can he not find the time? It can't be that he doesn't care about his daughter because he saves the picture of her. STOP PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY VIKTOR, LET OTHER PEOPLE MAKE YOU HAPPY

Viktor's wearing what appeared to be Allied gear in Lackadaisy Scrapbook. Slovakians would have been part of the Central Powers, so it seems that Viktor emigrated (with his wife?) to America far before the events of Lackadaisy, and went to war against his own country. He probably had a more difficult time in the war than most people.

Viktor's birthday is Apr. 16, also from Lackadaisy Scrapbook. Maybe some day in the future Mordecai will look up his birthday via his arrest records and make him a little cake???

Tracey describes younger Viktor as "robust and amorous" in an old Q&A which certainly does not describe the current Viktor. He must've been happy and carefree at some point :(.

Tracey also talks a little about how she sees Viktor in another Q&A: "sometimes, drawing snarly Viktor expressions is my favorite thing because I’m thinking of Viktor’s superficially powerful, animal anger and how it only ever ricochets back, making him smaller by increments…" Which is a description that just really resonates with me. He wasn't *always* this sad and angry and lonely, the world's just chipped away at him over the years until he's a raw bundle of nerves. CAN YOU TELL I'M OBSESSED WITH VIKTOR I CAN FIX HIM

[shallyne]

The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch 7

Chapter seven is here! It's getting a little angsty, buckle in. Full fic on AO3.

Words: 1.8k

TW: kidnapping, in a way

December 8th

I've been working for Rhys for two weeks now and I thought I was lucky to not cross ways with him at all during that time but yesterday he went home just as my shift ended, so we both went out at the same time. Yesterday of all days it was raining cats and dogs and because it is Rhys, ever the gentleman, he insisted he'd drive me home. I must admit that I haven't declined as much as I should have, I agreed pretty easily but you try walking home, or even to the next bus stop, in Velaris rain. It doesn't rain often but when it does, it's chaos. 

The drive was pretty quiet for the first half, and tense. At least from my side. I can't decline that Rhys is even more attractive now than he was when we were fifteen. I was a girl and I had a crush on a boy. Now I am a woman and he, well, he is a man. A really big, muscular, manly man. The most beautiful man I have ever seen if I'm being honest but all of this doesn't excuse that he lied to me back then. That I have to live this life because of him. He saved us with this, yes, but I'm sure somehow this all could have been avoided if he told me. We could have found a way, together, but he tried to do it all on his own. 

Well, when we stopped at a red light he broke the silence to ask me how I was doing. It didn't take a genius to know he was genuinely interested but I couldn't really tell him that I am still hurt about something that happened eight years ago because if I would there is a possibility he would ask why and I had to tell him it's not what he did (I mean, yes, that too but it's not the reason why I was that hurt) but that the real reason is that I am was in love with him and my heart broke at the possibility he would ever lie to me that way about something that would ruin my whole family. I trusted him. 

Shit, I'm babbling. I probably don't even make sense? Do I make sense? Probably not.

Anyways, Tamlin picked me up later that day and I spent the night with him. He was in a weird mood again and asked me tons of questions about my sisters for some reason. I don't like answering questions about them, not because we don't have a story we tell people but because I could slip up. Sometimes I still call them by their real names in the comfort of our own four walls, it's a dangerous game, I had to shut him up by distracting him. 

This morning we ate brunch with Lucien, the mood lighter again, which was mostly thanks to Lucien and his questionable jokes. It was funny. I didn't laugh, Tamlin doesn't want me to laugh at other people's jokes. 

After brunch we all went our own ways, Tamlin went home, Lucien went to visit his mom and I walked downtown to work. 

Rhys was in again today, I don't know why but I also don't care, he probably just had to deal with some things because the Lounge just opened. 

December 12th

Today has been stressful. It's christmas season and Mara, Daisy and I tried shopping for a new couch. It was hell. After a guy poured coffee all over Mara’s shirt and a fight almost broke out between them, we gave up and went home. It started snowing like crazy about half way home and Daisy almost walked into a door because we could barely see between the flocks of snow. It was cold and by the minute we got more and more miserable. We decided to wait for the weather to clear up in a Café where we sipped hot chocolate when suddenly Rhys turned up and I tried to hide behind a menu because I didn't want him to see me all disheveled from the day. I think I succeeded because when I looked up he was gone. Mara looked at me weirdly. No, I wouldn't say weird. Knowingly, she knew what's up and I hate that she knows, but luckily, she didn't say anything. But at home she accused me of wearing her shirt, which wasn't even true, we just have similar shirts. We fought but that's okay, when dinner time rolled around we shared the last pizza roll. 

Right after dinner Tamlin called and insisted on coming over to our apartment to spend time there, Mara looked at me like she'd kill him with her bare hands if he came over and even Elain shook her hand. Truth be told, I don't feel comfortable with him coming over. Not because I am ashamed of our apartment, we really tried to make it homely. I like it. But, I don't know, it's just a feeling I can't shake. I don't really want anyone here but us, it's our sanctuary, in a way. I never took anyone to our apartment. Never. 

I had to make up some excuse about having explosive diarrhea and that was enough for Tamlin to leave it. Maybe I should tell him the truth but, honestly, I am scared of his reaction. 

Am I the problem?? 

December 14th

Tamlin and I agreed that i spent my birthday with him. As much as I would like to be with my sisters, I had to agree because he's getting antsy about me not inviting him to my apartment. At least we found a solution for now. 

Also, Rhys saw me in the Café two days ago. I was kind of embarrassed when he told me but, as surprising as it was, we slipped into banter pretty easily, just like 8 years ago. I've missed it so much. Just the banter today felt like a step forward between us. The more we talk, the more I realize I want to forgive him, SO badly. Maybe we should talk it out, maybe I should listen to his side of the story. I never bothered, have I? Maybe I should have listened before blowing up on him. And I did, I really blew up on him and he just let me. I really want to hear his story. 

Am I crazy? 

I don't know. 

I just miss my best friend, a lot. He's here now, against all odds. We find each other in a city thousands of miles away from home, isn't that a sign? 

Letter from Feyre Archeron to Rhysand

December 15th

Dear Rhys, 

I really don't know how to start this letter, I feel like no words in the world could express how I feel, but I'm going to try. 

My plan was to talk to you today but I saw you standing at the bar, talking to Rita, and all the words left my mind. I need to write this down or I'm going to forget half of this, you still have that effect on me. 

I want a new start for us, if you are willing to. 

I've talked to you really harshly years ago, I never gave you a chance to explain yourself. More importantly, I know you wanted to protect me, you always want to protect the people close to you. I should have looked past my fury, I should have given you a chance, and after my mistreatment of you, you still helped my sisters and I, which I will be forever grateful for. If you can't forgive me, I understand but if you are willing to try, you'd make me the happiest woman in the world. 

Since you came back into my life, I realized how much I missed you. There has always been a shadow where you should have been. You were my friend, my best friend, and I was yours. I really wish to become your friend again, to be a person you can trust, a person you feel comfortable around. I can't describe how sorry I am, but I'd like to show you. If you let me. 

We can start new, we can leave the past behind us. You and me. 

Please text me or talk to me or write a letter back or whatever you want to do, if you want this, too. 

Sincerely, 

Yours

Unsent Letter from Rhysand to Feyre Archeron

Dear Feyre

Dear Clare

I miss you

I missed you

There is nothing to forgive

There is no need to apologize

Come home

I would die for you

I'm yours

I love you, 

December 20th

I promised Mara and Daisy we would celebrate my birthday when I'm back from Tamlin’s. With our combined income we can afford a little night out, I'm pretty excited. Especially for Daisy's cake. I'm always open to new flavors so Daisy is trying something different every year for me. Mara is more of a chocolate cake girl, so that's her birthday cake flavor almost every year. For my birthday two years okay Daisy made me a lemon raspberry cake and it was so good, I'm still dreaming about it. 

But I'll only get my birthday cake in a few days. At Tamlin’s it is probably going to be his favorite flavor. I don't mind, I don't want him to go extra lengths for me, it's not important. 

I'm packing right now, because I'm going to spend the night with him. 

I'm excited to see Lucien again, I missed him. He had his own stuff going on with his family these days, hanging out will hopefully be a little reprieve for him. 

I should go to sleep now, it's pretty late. 

I shouldn't be this nervous about a stupid birthday, right? He's my boyfriend. 

Note from Feyre Archerin, slipped to Alis for Rhysand on December 22nd

Hlp

Tamlin 

Neva

Warehuse red

Chat between Rhysand and Azriel on December 22nd

Rhysand: You need to look for Feyre's whereabouts ASAP

Rhysand: Her sister just crashed into my office saying Feyre is missing since her birthday

Rhysand: She thinks something happened to Feyre

Azriel: Elain?

Rhysand: Nesta, but she has Elain in tow

Azriel: On it, I'll call when I find something

Chat between Rhysand and Morrigan on December 22nd 

Morrigan: There is a woman who wants to talk to you about Clare

Morrigan: she says it's important

Morrigan: her name is Alis

Rhysand: coming

Chat between Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel and Morrigan on December 22nd

Rhysand: Tamlin has Feyre. She left a note with a maid of his for me, they are on their way to Neva

Cassian: that can't be, Hybern still has all his men in Dunmere. They think the sister's are dead

Morrigan: not anymore

Morrigan: wait, NEVA? 

Rhysand: Neva. He brings her to Amarantha

Rhysand: Cassian, Azriel and I will drive to Neva. Mor you stay here with Nesta and Elain

Chat between Rhysand and Amren

Rhysand: I need to call in my favor 

Amren: I've been waiting for you to reach out, boy. What do you need? 

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

[itspkuwu]

EEnE headcanons

Double D is only nice to Kevin sometimes because he doesn’t want him to beat up Eddy. Besides for that one time when Double D thought Eddy deserved it for making him think he had an illness. And because he knows that even Double D can get aggravated with Eddy, Kevin tries to encourage him to pick on the con man with friendly interactions. So it’s kinda sorta like gaslighting. But Double D still doesn’t trust him because he knows this. He cares about Eddy too much. Not to mention that pretty much everyone in the cul de sac is nice to Double D because Double D is nice to them. What goes around comes around. Sarah is a huge example of this, she literally has a crush on him.

Plus I feel like Double D did somewhat feel bad for Eddy getting a beating afterwards.

Stuffed Pig’s Head is only a meal Rolf’s people eats when a swine has been put down from old age. They say the inner strength and soul of the dead pig will give those who consume it power to continue on. So it’s considered a tribute to the cycle of life. (And it would explain why Rolf hasn’t eaten Wilfred lol)

Marie does May’s nails.

There’s a big red and purple scar under Double D’s hat. When he was extremely little, probably just a few weeks before reaching 2, his curiosity found him in the middle of a dodgeball game with much older kids who teased him for being bad at the game. Later on, Double D built a machine that would launch dodgeballs like rapid fire. He met those same kids and again and used his invention in the next game. Something went wrong, and he, along with the other kids there were sent to the hospital, leaving him with the scar. His parents were utterly ashamed of his actions. The young genius they were raising had turned out to be a monster. Thus, they thought it was better to move to Peach Creek to try and leave this tragic event in their lives behind. Poor Double D is constantly reminded of the guilt whenever his hat is removed. And his parents, now distant and somewhat afraid of their son, community with him through sticky notes.

And yes, his mother stopped rubbing his feet with oil after the incident.

Ed is neurodivergent autistic.

So is Jonny

Rolf’s mother use to comfort him a lot when he was little, hence why he tends to shout “MAMA!” whenever he’s afraid or in pain.

Jimmy is a demi boy

Kevin and Nazz were considered a thing, but “broke up” cause it just wasn’t working out. Later, Nazz realized she was more in to girls and Kevin thought he’d just be better off single. Plus he was in love with his bike anyway

Blue is a natural hair color

Kevin was Rolf’s first friend he made in the cul-de-sac and was the one who taught The Son of a Shepard (TM) how to play sports.

Nazz is a hippie

Sarah was taught to hate Ed by their parents

Wilfred, Victor, etc are Rolf’s emotional support animals for his ptsd towards the wolf incident he experienced as a kid.

In the actual incident, the “wolf man” tore the baby sheep’s head off with his teeth. Leaving poor Rolf traumatized.

And that’s also why Rolf keeps all the sheep in his “lair”, he wants to protect them.

There’s a program in Peach Creek where the elementary schoolers are allowed to visit the jr high, hence why Jimmy and Sarah are there sometimes despite their young ages.

Speaking of ages

Ed, Edd, n Eddy: 12-13 

Sarah: 7-8 

Jimmy: 6-7 

Jonny 2x4: 11-12 

Nazz: 13-14

Kevin: 13-14 

Rolf: 14-15

May: 11-12

Marie: 12-13

Lee: 13-14

Eddy’s Brother: 23

Plank: Immortal God

Yes, Plank is alive. Magic powers.

If Edt3 is to be canon, which to me it absolutely is, then I wouldn’t have their relationship with each other be any other way, besides for maybe a little less violence. That’s why I like the ship, nothing needs to change to see the goodness and love they show towards each other. It already feels canon.

Eddy and Double D are bi while Ed is full on gay.

that’s all I have for now. Thanks for reading :)

go hug a chicken

[dallasurr]

i feel so hurt and upset about Simon he needed to heal too

i can't sleep at night sometimes

I know this is so random but i don't care i feel so hurt by the idea of everyone healing but him dead and bound to be forgetten. .. i want him feel good i want to get him out of there.

I've said this before but as much as I'd like to see the series to its planned end, I'm not that unhappy about not getting season 5. It would be really hard for me to see Amelia get a redemption or her exit when she went on the train as a fully mature adult in her 30s, and did wayyyy worse things than Simon did. Although she was mentally unstable at the time she got on the train, it doesn't seem like she had a history of mental illness before Alrick died.

What Simon did to Grace and Hazel was fucked up, I can wrap my head around his justification for killing Tuba and I'm not the person to debate about this bc I straight up didn't like Tuba. She went out of her way to kidnap and scare Grace and Simon, who would have probably found the exit to the car and went on their way the next day without her interference, and I'm of the opinion that she put both herself and Hazel in danger with her little prank. I know we wouldn't have a story without it, and it doesn't justify her death, but literally from their first interaction she showed Simon she can be hostile and dangerous. And while she warmed up to Grace (according to Grace lol I didn't see much friendly interaction between them at all, just Grace enjoying/admiring the way she interacted with Hazel), Simon always got attitude from her, I can't blame him for not warming up to her.

Simon might have been 18 at the time of his season but let's be honest, both he and Grace were very immature and justifiably so. They only had each other and their delusions for years and years before they became guardians themselves. The train has proven itself to be dangerous, and proved how high the stakes are when he died, but people act like he was a fucking monster for doing what he thought he needed to protect himself, grace and hazel from a perceived threat. He could have been a little more tactful with explaining what happened, or lied about it, but like tbh as a neurodivergent person myself who sees Simon as someone who is on the autism spectrum, I REALLY struggle with lying and deceiving people so I can understand why he just blurted out the truth without any thought.

I do think one of the most irredeemable things he did was dehumanize Grace and trap her in her memories, whether or not he knew it could kill her (I assume he didn't bc the Cat as usual didn't explain shit to him) the way he pushed her over and walks away makes me nauseous.

But I certainly don't think he deserved to die for that, and I think the series would have been a lot better if instead of kicking her off the train again (which at this point in the scene felt kind of slapstick i'm ngl), Simon finally broke out of his paranoid and delusional thought patterns and they were able to drag everyone back into the mall car for a heart to heart.

In my head in episodes 9 and 10 he's a lot like Catra in The Portal episodes, but instead of getting 2 more seasons after his fall from grace (lol) to recover and heal and fix his issues, he just got killed instead.

And it sucks because dude was clearly mentally ill and traumatized, and as someone who has mental illness and trauma that can make me act out sometimes too, who also struggles to read the room and understand what people want from me if they don't tell me directly, who ALSO had parents that didn't have my best interests as even a consideration to whatever they could gain from me, it kind of reinforces my anxiety which tells me that I deserve to suffer because of x y z stupid thing I did or said 5, 10, even 20 years ago.

(and before anyone says simon had all the chances to change and grow that grace did, please rewatch the season, he absolutely did not and all of the events that led to grace growing as a person happened when simon wasn't around, yes he was immature in a lot of moments but dude literally did not have a normal adolescence and to expect him to act like a fucking adult all the time after that is ridiculous)

[ggsyoons]

In This Fucked Up World

| c.seungchol ♡ y.jh ♡ x.mh |

Chapter 3 - Long, Long Day

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“In this fucked up world, I’m the only one who became a fool.” ♡ or: Seungcheol and Jeonghan slowly fall in love with you, but you still battle with past feelings. It doesn’t help that Minghao is in your life again.

- ☆ ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48645199/chapters/123241633

- ☆ wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/1366578414-in-this-fucked-up-world-long-long-day

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You and Seungcheol went out for dinner after work, just like he said. You took him in your car as he lived close enough to bus everyday.

He gave you the address to the place, a traditional Korean restaurant to “fill the void that a hard day’s work left” in his words.

“Nothing’s better than some fresh pajeon after work,” Seungcheol sighed, sinking down in his seat. “This place has the best.”

”The best, huh?” You lifted your brow. “That’s a hefty promise.”

”Nah, trust me, it’s life changing.”

”We’ll see about that… though, I much prefer takkalbi as my go-to comfort food.”

”They’ve got that, too, this place is the best.”

”I’ll take your word for it.” 

The place was quite close, only an eleven minute drive - you supposed Seungcheol lived for convenience.

Inside, the decor was as classic as it could possibly get.

Elevated wooden platforms with sleek oak tables so shiny it looked like plastic, cushions in place of chairs of maroon color and a slightly dim light above. Most of the customers were older folks or businessmen, you just hoped they wouldn’t get drunk and act out. 

One of the restaurant owners, an older lady with a perm and deep red lipstick greeted the two of you at the door.

”Is that you, Seungcheol? Here again?” She sighed, hands on her hips.

Damn, how often does he come here? It’s only been a little bit since he moved to this area. 

Seungcheol chuckled, “Hey, but this time, I’ve brought a friend.” He pulled you into her view.

The lady didn’t seem impressed, “Another girl? That’s the third one.” 

You looked at him with wide eyes as Seungcheol immediately went to panic.

”No,” He said, stern. “She’s not like that. She’s actually a friend.”

Seungcheol looked at you with pleading eyes, conveying a message of “please don’t judge me”.

You didn’t judge people, which is why you kept a cool face and just smiled.

Though, you did think two girls in the span of a month moving to a new area was a little crazy - it was probably much more.

Still, I do wish I could also go on that many dates or even have that many friends.

The lady just pointed to an empty spot, far in the corner for privacy’s sake, which you appreciated.

You both already knew what you wanted as you had hungrily discussed in the car.

”Can I just ask how you get so many dates?” You asked once the food was ordered.

Seungcheol looked a little ashamed, “They aren’t really ‘dates’.”

”Then what are they?”

”You know a sleep around a lot, right?” He said, leaning in to whisper as he eyed the restaurant.

“Yeah…”

”Well, I feel bad for just sleeping with them, so I tried to take them out to eat or something first most of the time, especially if she’s sweet. Sometimes I’m too broke or don’t have the time, though,” Seungcheol just shrugged. “Most of them just want to have sex, quick and easy, which I don’t mind.”

You nodded along, you couldn’t help but find this incredibly interesting. 

“How about you? Do you go on dates often?”

Well, for two years I was wallowing in misery over Minghao… You thought with an awkward expression, a little shameful. “A few in the past year, they were mostly short-lived, none became my boyfriend.”

”Did you sleep with any of them?”

”A few, I had to be careful, so I kept it minimal.”

”Smart,” Seungcheol praised as he nodded. “Now I’m the one who feels like a whore.”

You laughed, “Don’t say that about yourself, I don’t think that word should be used on anyone, really. I mean, it’s just sex.” You merely shrugged. 

“You’re very open-minded.” Seungcheol smiled, giving you a slow clap.

”It’s really about minding my own business.”

“A lot of people can’t seem to do that, though.”

”True.”

There was a pause. There always was a pause.

The pause upon hanging out with someone new, where you would talk about a specific so passionately until it was milked for all it was and nothing about it was left to talk about. 

Now you were back to awkward silence as you both searched for something new, taking short sips of water and checking your phones to look like you were doing something.

I really want to ask him about that guy at the store. I might just be overthinking it, but I am curious. I don’t want to cross a boundary, though.

”Hey, Y/N, look.” Seungcheol pointed behind you.

It was a small TV at the corner of the restaurant, playing whatever was most prominent on the news and sometimes sports.

To your surprise, it was Minghao, he was doing an interview.

”It’s that Xu Minghao guy, right? The one you like.”

”It is…” You said, staring at the screen.

He was at some TV station, he certainly looked a whole lot different on screen compared to when you had seen him just a couple of hours earlier.

The thought was crazy.

A celebrity, one who had hoards of fans come to the airport for his arrival and was now being interviewed on national TV had just casually visited your house earlier that day.

It was unfathomable, the Minghao on TV was like a whole other person to the Minghao you know.

”Damn, I guess you must really like him.”

You flinched, turning red, much to Seungcheol’s amusement.

”I really like his music, but I guess it does help that he’s handsome.”

”I don’t really know much about the guy, it is crazy how he’s younger than me, though. Isn’t he the same age as you?”

”Yeah, he is…”

Seungcheol chuckled, “Maybe you do have a chance with him, then.”

It was a joke, a ridiculous one that would normally be utterly impossible, so you laughed it off with him, saying “yeah, sure”.

But little does he know…

You didn’t like to think about your short-lives romance with Minghao often, mostly because of the shame and despair that was brought whenever the thoughts popped into your head.

I spent two years rotting away thinking about this, I won’t waste another second on something that should be left deep in the past. 

The food came out as you thought these things, it looked as delicious as Seungcheol had hyped it up to be.

“Wow, this does look really good.” You said, looking down at the steaming plate.

God. Your heart began to tighten.

You felt so stupid, getting emotional over some food. Takkalbi was Minghao’s favourite, especially when it was extra spicy.

Normally you wouldn’t even think about these things, but seeing the interview, and seeing him again.

Oh, God… You felt sad. Plain and simple.

Seungcheol called your name, “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You had almost forgotten he was there, “Yeah, sorry.”

He didn’t seem to believe it. How could he? You were sure you had some sort of miserable expression on your tired face.

“Y’know what this calls for? Soju.”

”Seungcheol, I have to drive.”

”Don’t worry, I’ll take you there,” Seungcheol said. “Unless, you don’t want to, not trying to force you.”

You thought about it. It was risky, really, but you could handle alcohol pretty well, it had only been nine months since you turned of legal drinking age, but you had enough to know your limits. 

Plus, if Seungcheol decided to do anything stupid, the walls were thin.

I don’t think he would, though… You thought absentmindedly. “But how will you get home after dropping me off?”

”Eh, I can bus or even walk, I’m pretty athletic.”

”Well, if you’re fine with it…”

You had a little more than expected. 

Not enough to be full on drunk, where you were red in the face and blabbering nonsense then wake up to a day of vomitting. 

No, you were just kind of out of it, wobbly, but still relatively conscious. Just not enough to drive or walk straight at times.

Seungcheol helped you along, though you tried not to lean on him too much.

”Where to?” He asked when you were both in the car, you in the passenger seat, of course.

”Here, lemme…” You hiccupped as you leaned over and typed in your address.

”You okay? I can get you some water.”

”No, no, I’ve been drunker,” You blinked. “This is actually really help-helpful.”

That wasn’t a lie, either. Your emotions were being washed away by how overwhelmed you were by everything else from the heightened emotions right now.

Seungcheol just began driving, and though you did trust him, he was still someone new, so you had your phone ready and waiting by your side in case things were to go South.

You purposefully regulated your drinks to not be too drunk, to be aware of the surroundings.

”Hey, Y/N?”

”Mhm?”

”Can I ask you something?”

”Go ahead.”

”Why did you seem so down?”

You thought about his words, let them marinate for a bit.

”If I answer that, can I ask you something as well?”

”Yeah, sure. What is it?”

”Why’d you seem so hostile to that guy at the store?”

That made Seungcheol go silent for a bit as well, he came to a red light and looked at you.

”Can I give you the condensed version?”

”Sure, but I will as well.”

”Fair enough,” Seungcheol said. “I asked first so you go.”

”Well…” You sat up. I can’t tell him the full truth, but it won’t be a problem as long as I don’t say it’s Minghao.

You thought for a bit on how to formulate this, tweak things a little and think of a fake name.

”Y’know how I said I lost my virginity to my boyfriend at sixteen?”

”Yeah.”

”Well, I started thinking about him again ‘cause he contacted me for the first time in three years and I got pretty emotional over that, I guess. It doesn’t help that he loves takkalbi.” 

Seungcheol nodded, “I see… why’d he go no contact for so long?”

”Uh… he had to go back home, and long distance isn’t either of our things.”

”Why’d he contact you again?”

”We said condensed versions, right?”

Seungcheol clicked his tongue, “Okay, okay, my turn now.”

He stretched, you could see the flex of his biceps for the first time under that black t-shirt. You never noticed it before, your eyes were fixated on them.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice as he began driving again. 

“That guy, his name is Yoon Jeonghan.”

That reminded you, Oh, yeah, I didn’t even get to use that fake name I made… and I even made up a whole cover story for him as well. 

You brushed these dumb thoughts to the side, “Yoon Jeonghan?”

”Yeah, have you heard of him? He goes to our school.”

”No, I can’t say I have.”

What was that look on Seungcheol’s face when you said this? Relief?

”You should stay away from him.”

”Why?”

”He’s a damn womanizer, a casanova.”

You snorted, “Aren’t you one, too?”

”Hey, the girls I sleep with know I’m only in it for sex, nothing after that and that’s what they want, as well. I never give false hope. Jeonghan, however, has sex with anyone regardless of feelings.”

”I see…” You said quietly. He looks so pretty, though, like an angel.

“Anyway, we used to be close. Really close, my best friend, I thought he’d be the best man at my wedding. Then, things happened, things that involved a girl and I got to see his true colors.”

There was probably do much more to that, but the two of you promised on condensed versions.

”I see.” You said again, sinking back into your seat. 

You saw your apartment in the view, Seungcheol came to a slow until the two of you were parked.

“You need help getting out?”

”N—“ You were about to say, then a wave of dizziness hit you as one foot stepped out. “Yes.”

Seungcheol chuckled, he held your hand as you stepped down snd helped keep you balanced.

You rode the elevator in silence, to your floor. Seungcheol helped you down the hallway, you really tried to not lean on him too much, but now that you were walking, it became increasingly difficult to keep straight.

“Hey, who’s that?” Seungcheol asked as you were halfway down.

You looked up and saw a slender man dressed in a black coat, his face completely hidden via a cap, mask, and sunglasses. He held a box in one hand and his phone in the other. 

That cap was incredibly familiar, it looked like…

Minghao’s

Your blood ran cold, out of all times Minghao had to be here.

You felt Seungcheol tense against you, “You know him?”

What’s he going to do? Fight him if I say no? Oh, God… what do I even say…

You were too frazzled to think. The alcohol made you forget about Minghao for the time being, but who could’ve expected him to be standing right in front of your door?

“Yeah…” You said, Seungcheol looked down at you with shock. “He’s my… cousin.”

You stepped out of Seungcheol’s grasp and wobbled over to Minghao, he was fixated on his phone as he typed out a message to you with one hand.

”… Uh… Haneul!” You picked a random name out of your ass as you hugged Minghao.

Minghao nearly dropped his phone from surprise, visibly confused by the strange name you had called him.

”Y/N…?” Minghao hugged you bag, but slowly. He smelled the alcohol on you and seemed to get it slightly. “How’d you get home if you’re drunk?”

Seungcheol came into the scene, “I drove her home,” He said, standing tall over both of you. “Y/N said your name is Haneul, right? Hi, I’m Choi Seungcheol.”

”Yeah…” Minghao followed along despite the confusion. “Kim Haneul, I’m her cousin.”

”What’ve you got there?” Seungcheol asked, arms crossed.

You were still clinging onto Minghao, so you let him go, looking at the box Seungcheol was also staring at. 

“That’s the homemade snacks my mom made,” You said, taking the box, “Thanks, Haneul.” 

“Mhm,” Minghao nodded. “So, Seungcheol, are you Y/N’s boyfriend?”

”No.” You both said flatly.

”I see, well, I’ll see you later. Make… sure to call your mom!” 

Minghao quickly fled the scene, you honestly felt horrible for the whole interaction.

This box, whatever was inside, must have been a gift. 

He came all the way over here after such a long day just to give me this… and I just…

The emotions were overwhelming you. You didn’t want to cry in front of Seungcheol, so you just rushed to grab your keys.

”Thank you for driving me home, I’ll see you tomorrow, Seungcheol, bye!” You said quickly, the words practically melting with each other.

”Yeah, no problem,” Seungcheol said, waving. “Bye.”

You gave him a smile then fled into your apartment, and shut the door, perhaps a bit too loudly.

Carefully setting the box on your counter, you just sank to the floor. 

You felt so… drained? Today was so full of highs and lows it didn’t even seem like a day.

At the moment, you wanted to cry, but now that you were in solitude, you kind of just sat there blankly, thoughtless and staring at the wall. 

Maybe the alcohol did help. 

You lay on your side, on your cold kitchen floor and just closed your eyes. 

[smolweeblets]

Drunk confessions

A/n: can you guys tell idk how to name my stories? Anyways Yelena is so ooc here but shes drunk so I'll use that excuse.

"Y-yn? Can you uh, pick me up please?" Sniffles could be heard as you listened to your friend. You panicked, thoughts racing through your head about what happened to her.

"please hurry up... Im at the bar we go to sometimes." A bar? Oh god this isnt good. Hurried shuffling to get into your clothes ensued. You tried to not panic and think about this rationally. Although failing for the most part.

Why is she crying? Is she in danger-? Oh god I have to get there faster.

You mentally slapped yourself, gathering your thoughts. You did need to move faster but she wouldn't be in danger, if she was she wouldn't be calling you. She was always a logical person and no matter how close you two were she would still be calling 911 if it was really serious. You wracked your brain for possible answers, then it dawned on you.

She was probably really drunk, otherwise she wouldn't be crying on a call like this with you and asking you to pick her up. Although the fact that she is drunk is also weird, since she never usually drank that much alcohol, if any at all. And she wasn't particularly a lightweight. Something must have come up in her life for her to get drunk like this. Well that doesn't matter right now, what matters is you getting her as quickly as you can.

~~~

Small sniffles and hiccups could be heard as you approached the hunched figure sitting on the steps of the bar. She looked absolutely miserable.

"Hey, Yelena? Are you okay?" You gently put your hand on her shoulder, alerting her more of your presence.

She wipes her face with her arm before looking at you and slowly nodding.

"Okay that's good, how about we get to my car now alright?" You go in front of her and gesture for her to take your hand, which she does to help herself up.

She stumbles as she stands, having to lean on to you just to not fall flat on the floor. The sight was almost funny, her large looming figure being supported by your much smaller frame.

You two got to your car and you made sure she leaned back properly and buckled up, in the process, you get a glimpse of just how bad of a state she's in.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was flushed red. You could almost feel the horrible hangover she would have to endure tomorrow. Bringing her to your house instead of hers would probably be better for the both of you. So she's sure to be taken care of, and so you dont stay up all night worried she isn't. There really was no way you'd let her be by herself in this state.

You start driving and theres a long silence between the two of you. It wasn't confortable, nor was it awkward. It was just that, nothing but silence and your thoughts.

Eventually Yelena notices that you werent taking her home, even in her drunk state she could tell the scenery was different from her usual route.

"Hey... where are you taking me- *hic* " Yelena slurred her words, sounding very disoriented.

"I'm taking you to my place, its safer and i wouldnt have to worry too much about you." Your calm voice normally would have been soothing but it looked like Yelena thought the opposite right now.

"N-no- I can take care of myself just take me home please.." Yelena sounded like she was about to cry. You felt bad but you knew what was best.

"Sorry, no can do. You say that but you dont look like you can even stand by yourself." As soon as you finished your sentence, It looks like a dam broke in Yelena and she broke into small sobs.

"I dont want to be in your house right now okay... or even with you for that matter" She cried. It broke your heart seeing Yelena look so sad and hearing that it could be because of you.

"Why? Is there something I did? If so, I'm sorry but I just can't leave you alone like this." You reasoned. You placed your hand on her shoulder as a very small way of giving comfort.

"Yes you can," She whined while sloppily removing your hand. "ill be fine by myself... like i always am." The last part was barely a whisper, if you weren't so tuned in with her you would have missed it.

You grip the steering wheel hard as you think about your next move.

"Yelena, it might be personal but please tell me what's wrong, if it's been something I did or what. I can't bear to see you in this state."

"It's nothing- just let me be." Some of the sobbing had subsided, but she was still sniffling a lot. You handed her a tissue to wipe some snot off her face, which she thankfully accepted.

"Yelena, I can't just leave a friend alone like this. Just tell me what's wrong so I can help." You glanced at her worriedly.

"God! Just stop asking, it's not like you'd be able to help." Hostility was now laced in her voice, it sounded strained and painful.

"I just want to help a friend- but if you dont want to talk about it then fine."

"Dont fucking call me YOUR FRIEND!" Tears were running down Yelena's face as she screamed.

"I FUCKING HATE BEING YOUR FRIEND SO STOP CALLING ME THAT!" You could only look in hurt as you watched her say all this. You thought you two were close but hearing her scream about this felt like a stab through the heart. She may be drunk but they do say drunk words are sober thoughts and it pained you to know this was what shes been thinking of you.

"I'm sorry then... but I am still taking you home. I care about you Yelena, and you're drunk." You worriedly asserted.

"God this is why i fucking hate you- youre too... nice." Yelena spat out. She hesitated saying the last word, and faltered throughout saying it.

"Wait- come again?"

"It's nothing. Ignore me, I'm drunk." Yelena said in almost a whisper. The tears had subsided, leaving only the traces of crying.

"No. Yelena, what did you say earlier."

"Youre too fucking nice and perfect. That's why I fell in love with you and why I hate you because you'd never reciprocate my feelings. There, happy now?"

"Oh..."

"Yeah, well that you know, you can go ahead and drop me off wherever. I can manage." It seems almost as if all the alcohol got knocked out of her. From how she was acting you wouldn't be able to tell she was bawling just a few minutes ago.

You slowed down, stopping by the side of the road. Yelena wasn't shocked at all that you actually were dropping her off. She deserved it.

She was getting ready to get off, unclasping her seatbelt and reaching to unlock the door.

"Yelena wait." You grabbed her bicep, wanting her attention back to you.

Yelena looked back to you, confused. Your seatbelt was also unclasped, though she didn't notice and just wanted to know what else you wanted to say before she left.

You suddenly leaned towards Yelena and you reached out to gently hold her cheek to hopefully not make her move too suddenly and to angle her face properly. To say she was shocked is an understatement. She fully thought she'd never have a chance with you, not in a million years.

You pull back and lean back into your seat, sighing in relief.

"God, you have no clue how long I've wanted to do that." You chuckle a little.

Yelena could do nothing but gape at you with large gray eyes looking at you as if what happened was just an illusion from the alcohol. Her hand ghosted over where you kissed her, still damp from her crying earlier.

"So? Do you still want to go back to your home?" You joke, hoping to clear away the uncertainty Yelena still seemed to have.

She shook her head, too flustered to even respond properly. She was already red earlier but now, she looks like a literal tomato. A cute one, but a tomato nonetheless.

You reached over to buckle Yelena's seatbelt again and you felt her flinch under your touch. She stared at you again and you just smiled back.

"Gotta take precautions." You giggled while reaching to buckle your own seatbelt.

The ride back home was quiet, but the comfortable kind. You caught Yelena staring at you a lot, but you didn't mind, she deserves it after pining for you that hard.

You led her staggering form into your home and into your bedroom, you instructed her to sit while you picked out some clothes that could maybe fit her. It was quite a task, considering just how much bigger she was than you.

Eventually, you did find something that she could wear and handed them over. You told her you'd be sleeping on the couch tonight, since you didn't want her to be uncomfy. You were about to leave to let her get changed when she called out for you.

"I'm drunk... help me dress please?" You almost would've thought she was serious with how sincere she looked. If only she wasn't wearing her stupidly coy smirk. She really is herself, even when drunk.

"Wow, where'd my flustered little 'lena from earlier go?" You laughed lightheartedly.

"Right here, please do help me." She pleaded. Her mouth was downturned, pretending to be sad.

"Hmm... okay but no funny business, you're drunk." You chided.

"Thank you babe." Yelena jokes, having an adorable close eyed smile.

"Stop that. Dont act like you weren't just crying over me a few minutes ago." You playfully scolded.

"Whatever you say babe." She teased.

You decided to stop the banter and actually help her out of her clothes. It was a surprisingly time consuming task because she constantly kept trying to make you laugh through various actions. You appreciate the effort, but not the action. You had to basically wrangle the clothes off of her because she wouldnt stop moving and causing a fuss.

After a few minutes of wrestling to finally get her dressed you finally succeeded. You also tired yourself out, so you made your way to the light and flicked it off. Then right back on again when you heard Yelena request something.

"Hey... you can sleep here you know-" Yelena suggested.

"No thanks, i can manage being on the couch." You point you thumb behind you, gesturing to the living room.

"But since im like drunk it gives you a good chance to take care of me." She reasoned out. Admittedly a pretty smart one considering she is, in fact, drunk.

"I think you're using that excuse too much, just go to sleep." You scoffed lightheartedly

"Pleaseeee-" She whined, using her most convincing puppy eyes. God how she had so much power over you was crazy.

"If you puke on me or my bed tomorrow i will kick you out." You sighed. You relented to her wishes way too quickly for you liking.

Yelena excitedly gasped, and smiled widely. "No! Of course i wont,, now come here please." She patted the area beside her, beckoning you to get in. You flicked the light back off and made your way ro the mattress.

Yelena snuggled up beside you and practically melted in your arms. Oh how she has craved for this for so, so long. She slept soundly that night, smiling in her sleep.

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

I really liked this chapter!! It was angsty but not in like a bad way??? Like it was a hopeful angst hahaha!

This definitely makes up for Dieters behaviour! I hope Talia doesn’t blame herself too much tho because while yes, she could’ve helped him earlier. But it’s also not her responsibility to make sure his doctors are doing the right things? And she also has to take care of her own mental health. So I don’t blame her for not doing anything. It’s a complicated situation!

tbh, I think this was kinda the worst time to really introduce Lauren and Alex’s relationship because with everything with Dieter, I just don’t really care about them? lmao it’s kinda like “yeah good for them but is Dieter okay?????”

That moment with Talia and Dieter just made me 🥺🥺😭😭 he just wants to come home 😭😭 like actually broke my heart. I just wanna wrap him in a snuggly blanket and hug him. (Can we make him a mental health hospital basket? Like fluffy socks and chocolates and a little stuffed bear that smells like home…🥺😂)

And it suuuuucks that all this happened and that Dieter will have to go through all this now but it’s also good because he needs this and sometimes the good things are so fucking hard. But they’ll be worth it in the end and Dieter (and Talia) deserve all the good things 🥺

I can’t wait to see Dieter learning all the healthy coping mechanisms and therapy tricks (i feel like he’s gonna be so proud of himself that he’s shyly gonna tell people the things his therapist said helps. 🥺)

Aaaaaaaah I’m just so freaking soft for him and I just want him to be happy and healthy!!!! I already can’t wait to read the next chapter, I love this story sooooo muuuuuuch!!! (thanks for the update and we love you!!)

Thanks for the message Anon!

I am happy to hear you enjoyed this chapter! It was indeed a rough one. It defiantly brought back some not-so-great memories for me. The conversation between D and Talia was loosely based off real conversations I have had with two people in my life. Neither of which were easy. So, if you felt some realism to it, that is most likely why.

More after the cut... (contains spoilers for Chapter 25)

Oh you know Talia is totally going to be hard on herself about how she handled the whole situation. Especially now that she admits she hasn't been handling her emotions well either. Everything she has kept locked away is about to bust out with a vengeance, forcing her to finally deal with her issues too... and I do mean everything. Not just the things related to D. So, here is my thinking behind the Lauren and Alex reveal...Was it ideal? Absolutely not, but neither is life. Alex was obviously going to be there for his brother. It's inevitable. Alex & Lauren were already together when Gabby called, and they came to the hospital together. Lauren, of course, wanted to be there to support D, Talia, Gabby, and Alex. It's hard to support the person you are in love with while pretending you are not a couple. In my mind, during situations like this, all of the trivial stuff like that kind of goes out the window so that you can be there for the people you love. Honestly, their relationship was probably the last thing on their mind in the middle of the panic that Gabby's call would have brought on. To be fair, they didn't announce it...Gabby and Talia just kind of figured it out. It really was a heartbreaking moment... and it isn't even that he wanted to go home. He wanted to be with Talia, wherever she was. He just wants them to be together again in their little bubble. She is home to him.

It does suck that he has spiraled so hard. It helps to see the good in it though. It is going to force both D and Talia to get the help they need so they can have their happily ever after.

Given that you feel that is how he will be about his recovery, I think you will enjoy the ending that I have planned for these two. 😉 At this point, I think we all want to hug and snuggle D. I am sure he wouldn't be opposed to a gift basket. Maybe a stuffed raccoon (that smells like Talia) and some kit-kats would make things a little easier on him? Thanks for reading! I love my anons and readers too! 💜😘

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[lazyassryan]

Probably ain’t gonna post art today so have my opinion on Zexal characters!!;

(All gifs ain’t mine btw, found them online or in the gifs sections. The opinions are mine though.)

Starting with Yuma Tsukumo!

I relate to this duel obsessed middle schooler so much!! Honestly if Shark wasn’t a character I feel like Yuma would be my kin/comfort character, which would be scary lmao. He’s forgetful, only talks about dueling (and his dad), and from what I can tell cares about others in the weirdest ways! I love him! I want him on my shelf.

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Okay Okay next up Is Tori Medows!

She’s cute but I think she’d be better written if they explored her more. All she is the self interest with some trauma later on (from what I’ve seen from spoilers), but I feel like she’s just empty other than some smiles and tears. I do like her Duel World Carnival outfit but that’s about all

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Caswell Francis!!! Ehehe

Caswell grew on me to be honest, I thought he was a bit weird and pushy, especially when it came to the whole “You won’t duel Shark without Numbers.” But after the battle royal with Quattro I felt so sad and upset that his arm got broke, I just wanted to be there for him. Poor kid tbh. I would love for him to be my friend.

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Now we gots Bronk Stone.

I dunno how to feel about Bronk, I like his deck though. His duel with Number 96 HAS to be one of my favorites so far! The friendship with Yuma is typical for anime I’d say, but sometimes Bronk and Yuma go too far with each other. I feel like Bronk is a good character and should stick around.

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Cathy Katherine!!!! YAYAYAYAYAY

I LOVE Cathy, I Live Laugh Love this cat girl. At first I thought “Why is there a neko in my Yugioh, couldn’t she just be human?” But NO I was simply WRONG! I love cats, they are my best friend, and they are also Cathy’s. I love her story so far and seeing her become who she is, from a quiet shy girl to an excellent exciting person. (She’s just like me frfr)

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Flip Turner

(I couldn’t find a gif), I don’t like flip, I’ll be honest. He’s annoying and scummy. He said he’s gonna change for the better then turns around and sells fake heart pieces. Yuma should’ve dropped this guy before even knowing him tbh.

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Last but not least… Astral!!

He is so beautiful and elegant, super funny too! He’s been the most fun character to write, ever. Like a stupid cat. I wish he was my, ‘best friend from Astral world that was a gift from my dad that helps me duel’.

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That’s it from me! Thanks for listening, I may do a part two or something I dunno. I’m just bored and have writers block/artists block. Sorry to bother, thanks for listening.

[pessimistic-twat]

haven't posted in a very long time so here we go - me and my mum's relationship is still very turbulent but since december we've been sort of neutral with each other - not talking too much but when we so talk it's just joking around. in december we had a very bad argument but in the end it was all sorted. i'm turning 18 in a few months and i am both sad and happy; sad because i'm disappointing 12 year old me who decided that by 16 i'll be dead, and happy because it's sort of exciting? like i can't wait to legally drink and buy cigarettes. also, it's gonna be the last age i spend mostly in my family's house as after a-levels im moving out for uni (if i get in) so things should start looking up. i have the urge to kill myself daily but the thought of moving out being so close is keeping me from doing so.

i've mentioned my (now ex) girlfriend on here before. we broke up in december. well, i broke up with her. she ignored me after 2 months of our relationship and our concersations got less and less so i decided to break things off. i still miss her a lot sometimes but it's definitely been getting easier and easier to not be sad over it. i think that relationship was karma for breaking up with my boyfriend i dated before my girlfriend so that means my next relationship should be all good, right? i hope so lol

as of school, i am doing criminology, psychology, and english lit+lang a level. criminology is the easiest subject i've ever done and i love it, i love psychology but it's a lot of hard work, and i am completely useless at english (why the fuck did i pick english) so god knows if i'll get into university with my predicted D but one can hope, right? I had a massive slope from the bevinning of the academic year to a few weeks ago where i felt so drained and stressed and all of that, but my mind is starting to clear up so hopefully i can start doing my homework and boost up my english grade

that was my life update for anyone who cares, which is probably no one, but it's good for the soul to talk about their problems online, right?

[tkblythofficial]

I'm a different anon but can we talk about how lowkey weird is that R is best friends with much older men like DJ, why is a 20-21 young woman super close to some +40? y.o man, I understand that sometimes at work you end up having friends from all ages, I definitely get along with some older women at my work place but hanging out with old ass men is weird to me (even if the man is queer) btw do we know if DJ is queer?

R definitely grew up around older folks that's why she's so comfortable with older people especially men, which to my experience can turn to be dangerous as it puts you in an ideal position to be potentially groomed. I remember when she liked a tweet about how the world nowadays would've lost their minds and try to cancel humprey bogart for dating teenage lauren bacall, i saw that tweet in her likes and I immediately went: Oh baby, that's not-🙁

Even before all hell broke loose with Ansel E, he was literally visiting R at her high school, sometimes I side eyed R's parents because no matter how booksmart and well spoken R was/is the fact is that she was around several questionable men while she was still a child, the fact she's dating J rn is a testament that her parents let and probably encouraged their high school graduated daughter massive crush for a man who was in his early to mid 20s who was in fact no indifferent to her attentions. Like, they totally ignored some obvious 🚩🚩🚩and that's back when R still lived in her family home.

I do get now why the other anon mentioned her constant attachment to older male co-stars, I've noticed the pattern too and it's 🤐

Regardless of my observations or my own opinions I do sincerely hope R is safe, maybe she's truly into older men and it's her dating preference but to me (someone who witnessed how unhealthy age gaps can turn out to be for younger women) makes me feel a little bit anxious in R's behalf. I might be exaggerating tho 🤷🏼‍♀️ I do genuinely hope R is happy and fullfied in all aspects of her life. Sorry for my long ass paragraph

Hi! Idk if DJ is queer, it’s very possible.

I remember she liked that tweet (it was right after a tweet of her and J age gap went semi-viral) and rolled my eyes. It’s obvious she wants to address the age gay discourse but J probably told her not to.

Some parents don’t care as long as their child is making money/famous. Hate to say it but a lot of parents will turn a blind eye to stuff if their child is the breadwinner and potentially giving them money. Also her parents can’t do much about it tbh. They could have pushed back on her dating J but she still would have dated him regardless. In fact if her parents said no or tried to stop it, I’m 99.9% sure R would have wanted to date J even more because of it. Most teens and young adults don’t listen to their parents lol.

I also think her attachment to older men is because she feels the men her age don’t understand her and are too immature.

R will be fine! I’ll give it a few years until she realizes certain things about herself and makes changes to her life for the better :)

[fineimfaith]

okay so i finally finished making my hpma oc

my handwriting's abysmal i'm so sorry 😭

anyways some more info on her:

- she's a beater for quidditch

- her dad's gonçalo flores (a famous chaser)

- (that little detail wasn't fully intentional btw, i realized they had the same surname after i named her and thought why not - he can be her dad)

- that little black streak in her hair is natural --- some dark wizard tried to kill her when she was a baby for a little fun. he used the killing curse ofc, but her uncle jumped in the way and took the hit. a little bit of it still got to her and she was sick for weeks. the doctors had to use some special medicine that, in the end, DID heal her, but also discolored her hair a little

- all she remembers from that is the sickness

- she has a chipped tooth

- her dad's brazilian and her mom's irish. they'd been in a long-distance relationship for two years before gonçalo flew to ireland and they got married. fallon was born nine months after, on december 8th

- she'd be irish-brazilian, but she usually tells people she's irish because she looks the part and 'cause she was born in dublin

- she's usually seen hanging around the freys and cassandra, but she also talks to daniel in potions and ivy in charms/dada

- she likes drawing but sticks to comics with stick figures. sometimes she talks to lottie for a bit of art advice - which is probably her asking the artsy girl if she should put clothes on her stick figures or not

- cassandra is genuinely sick of her, but also isn't, as fallon is "much more competent than a certain set of twins"

- speaking of the twins, fischer constantly dares her to do extremely dangerous things knowing full well she'd do them, and also knowing that she'd probably get herself killed or injured in the process. however, colby and cassandra are usually able to stop her (colby chews out his brother while cass chews out fallon)

- the only times they weren't able to save her are when fischer dared her to have an airborne snowball fight (she fell off her broom and broke her leg), and when fischer dared her to jump off a literal cliff (a hippogriff she'd befriended in care for magical creatures saved her)

- it's a miracle fallon is still alive tbh

- and fischer, too

- you have no idea how angry colby was after that cliff incident

- anyway cassandra and fallon are those two best friends where one pretends they hate the other and the other sees right through it

- colby and fallon usually meet up in the hogwarts library after curfew and read together. fallon provides insight on his poems while colby gives her advice for her little stick-figures

- the advice:

- "you should give them clothes"

- "make mine stab fischer"

- "is that a scarf? it doesn't look like one at all"

- the insight:

- "why are there so many big words?"

- "your handwriting's so messy it's giving me a migraine"

- "change that line right there. why? 'cause my glasses are not cute"

- she has glasses btw

- i mean you probably saw that in the picture but still

- anyway, she tugs on the ends of her scarf when she's happy or excited

- she doesn't just dislike fire, it's one of her biggest fears

- she has a pet barred owl named flingshot

- she calls him flingy for short

- at home she has a pet black cat named loony

-loony's probably older than hogwarts itself but she still loves him to death

- fallon's an avid scorpion lover (she's thought they were cool ever since she was five)

- (why? because a particularly venomous one stung her while she and her mom were visiting her dad in brazil. as she was in her hospital bed she said they were awesome and asked her parents if they could keep the one that stung her as a pet)

- (they said no ofc)

- speaking of her parents, she loves both of them dearly but she's closer to her mom 'cause her dad's usually off playing quidditch in brazil

- they owl each other at least once a week though

- fallon's an only child. not a spoiled one, rather one that would have siblings if she hadn't nearly given her parents heart attacks every other day

- especially after the cliff

- like, her father actually fainted after she heard the news

- her mom, however, owled her saying that she was glad she (fallon) was alive, but to be more careful and to not scare her father like that again

- yeah fallon's mom is pretty used to her shenanigans... she still gets worried, though. just not as worried as fallon's dad, who gets terrified whenever his "little princess" scrapes her knee

okay that's about it

there's probably more but i can't remember anything else soo yeah

anyways bye :)

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

My reactions as I watch 16.9 (I know I'm gonna hate this but here we go)

Also: I realized right before the start of this episode that I get to cross "Penelope calls Luke a nickname" off my Garvez bingo card because of "my liege," so you know what? A win is a win.

One minute in and I'm already on the verge of tears because of Krystall. But at least I'm also crossing "flashback to the missing time between seasons" off my bingo card!

Emily you have no right to look that gorgeous in this sad of a scene

Scratch that I'm not on the verge of tears, I'm actually crying. "I couldn't watch them put the coffin in the ground" GODDAMMIT

"Do you think she'll forgive me?" IT IS TOO FUCKING EARLY IN THE MORNING TO BE CRYING THIS HARD

Have we... ever seen Rossi cry before? Like, I know he was sad when Carolyn died, but did he cry? Because how hard he's crying right now is tearing my heart to absolute shreds.

"His name is agent David Rossi" Elias: FUCK that's not good

How tf is he gonna spin that Rossi is dangerous????

Tara you look stunning and I adore you

OH FUCK VOIT IS RIGHT THERE

Oh god another flashback... am I ready for this?

May 2022... and an Al-Anon meeting? Who????

Oh my god, this is how Tara and Rebecca met? And they have almost identical backstories, that's really heartbreaking.

"I have to work on myself first." Did you do that, Rebecca? How well did it work for you?

Tara and Rebecca's first-ever interaction was kind of adorable ngl

Tara, babes, did YOU of all people automatically assume her ex was a man? You, a pansexual? Who has canonically dated men and women in the past?

Rebecca standing up for the BAU??? I love to see it

Bless you, Emily, for giving Tara and Rebecca the time to talk alone

Rebecca's moving to Sacramento and I'm crying again because I just want Tara to be happy. (Tara please go cry to Luke so I can get some Platonic TarVez moments and then go make out with Emily, please I beg)

"Goodbye, darling." OUCH. WHAT THE FUCK. THAT WAS BRUTAL.

I'm actually really liking this episode so far, I'm sure that won't last though.

Sicarius saying "I've read every single one of your books" is probably going to mess with Rossi for a bit, especially since we know because of the original series that Gideon warned him something like this could happen, that Rossi was essentially writing manuals on how to get away with it.

The way he mentioned acid, which is the stuff in the last kill kit. I wonder if Sicarius is intentionally giving things away or if he doesn't know how much they know

Okay the fact that Sicarius is sometimes pulling inspiration directly from Rossi's books is going to haunt him

"Every time you write one of these books you have to be careful how much detail you include, because if you're not careful... you're giving a wannabe killer rules for killing." DID I NOT JUST SAY

"I'd almost feel sorry for that poor son of a bitch. Almost." Unpopular opinion: I love David Rossi

Sicarius mentioning Rossi's wives is gonna fuck with him

I wanna know what it is that Elias gave Rossi to "prove" he's not Sicarius

Every time Luke and Penelope are together in a frame, even if it's just for 2 seconds, I hold on to it because I need Garvez crumbs in my life

Penelope why did you LOOK OVER AT LUKE when JJ mentioned Tyler Green??????

GARCIA I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU BRING GREEN INTO THIS WHILE YOU ARE STANDING RIGHT BESIDE THE MAN WHO'S BEEN IN LOVE WITH FOR SEVEN YEARS I'M GONNA SCREAM

GODDAMMIT

The fact that Will brought in Tyler Green has me imagining that phone call from JJ, and even though JJ doesn't know everything, it's kinda funny with the context. Kinda.

I am really dreading this scene though.

Ngl that "Alvez and I" both broke my heart (bc she's not calling him "Luke") and made it soar (bc I'm taking CRUMBS)

Well, FUCK. Either Tyler Green can't identify him... or Sicarius has something on him to prevent him from identifying him. Maybe the rest of his family, like Alison's kid... or maybe Garcia? (I really want Green to be a bad dude)

The looks Luke just gave between Garcia and Green... I'm sure he's figuring it out.

Wow, Luke actually getting more than a line at once? I didn't realize the CME writers knew how to do that past the first two episodes (/s)

This little showdown between Luke and Green... I'm kind of here for it

Nooooooooooooooo Garcia do not talk to him alone, I don't want to see this!

Okay, Luke totally knows. The hatred/anger/jealousy is RADIATING off him when he looks at Green. Even when he looked at Garcia as he left. God, I hate this. If the last flashback does actually end up being the Garvez date... I'm gonna cry

"Luke is blunt, but he's not off-target" YES!!! DEFEND YOUR MAN!!!

TYLER GREEN LET GO OF HER HAND I DO NOT WANT YOU HERE

My heart is POUNDING right now, I'm so worried

Okay, I will admit, Elias is spinning a really convincing story

OH GOD DID GARCIA SEND ROSSI A VOICE MEMO MEANT FOR GREEN????

oh god oh god oh god

wait. wait wait. what if Garcia sent that message to Green, who then either made it into a phishing link and sent it to Rossi or he forwarded it to Elias who did that.

TYLER EVIL CANON?????

TYLER GREEN WHAT IN THE EVER-LOVING FUCK ARE YOU DOING WHAT IS HAPPENING?

Wait a goddamn minute... a Tyler flashback?

Tyler Green, what in the actual goddamn hell are you doing?

Oh god, with everything that Elias told his wife, when she sees Rossi in the grocery store aisle, she's gonna freak out

Going back for the alcohol 😂 valid

Rossi I know what you're trying to do, but laying out Sydney's entire life for her is NOT going to make her trust you, it's just going to make her wary of you

HE DID NOT JUST TELL HER SHE'S THE REASON ELIAS IS A SUCCESSFUL KILLER, ROSSI MY DUDE THAT IS FUCKED UP

Oh god are we about to have Luke confront Garcia about seeing Tyler Green? My heart isn't ready. (wait fuck I just remembered that in one of the Garvez ads of social media the caption was "our hearts aren't ready." IS THIS WHAT THEY MEANT???) My heart is POUNDING

"Yikes, you mean it, mean it." LUKE STOP BEING ADORABLE WHEN I KNOW MY HEART IS ABOUT TO BREAK AND SO IS YOURS

Oh god if Luke didn't know before then he definitely knows now. I'm actually shaking.

"We need to talk, you and me." Hanging on to Garvez crumbs even though I know I will be sobbing in the next five minutes

JEALOUS LUKE CANON??? FINALLY???

"Come on, him?" jealous Luke canon and my heart is breaking

"He is marvelous in bed" DID YOU REALLY JUST SAY THAT TO LUKE??? TO LUKE???

Luke trying desperately not to imagine her in bed

"And I need a friend and you're the only one" YEAH AND HE'S ALSO KIND OF YOUR EX, BABES

"Sounds like I'm the last one." OUCH. OUCH. OUCH.

"I just gotta say one thing, all right?" oh god it's gonna be something about them and I'm not okay

"You sure know how to pick 'em." Okay, not what I expected

GARCIA YOU ACTUALLY NEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP

That scene was ATROCIOUS. But at the same time... weirdly cathartic? I mean it has effectively ruined any hopes I have of Garvez happening, if there were any remaining at all, but at least now I have closure? Sort of?

"Well maybe I am devolving. My career is over, what the hell have I got to lose?" ROSSI WHAT?????? HUH????

Okay, as much as this episode is killing me a bit, I do actually really like it. Like... it's probably the best writing they can do with the shit storylines they've been set up with

Rossi, HOW could you have thought that this was a good idea?

Ooh, and Elias flashback! This is gonna be interesting.

We still have yet to see the third team member flashback, and I'm almost certain it is in fact going to be the Garvez date and I am not ready, but at least I'll have correctly guessed who the three were.

I have to do a separate block of text now, i've written so many notes😂

Look, I know people aren't the biggest fans of Rossi and were kind of upset that we were getting a Rossi-centric episode, but I do not mind. Yes, I'd like a focus on other characters (Luke and Tara) but I still like Rossi.

Okay, so is Tyler Green evil, or is he just hunting down Sicarius to kill him himself? Because if he is evil... I kinda wanna see what happens to Garcia. Who she turns to. Because right now Luke is the only one who really knows everything, and he understandably does not seem like he's in a very comforting mood

Garcia's about to play the message for the entire team and then they're all going to know but it might reveal if Green is actually bad or not. This is giving me flashbacks though to when Scratch cloned Garcia's phone to lure Morgan out.

Lol watch Emily have to suspend Garcia and then the old character who comes back is KEVIN 😂😂😂

EMILY KNOWSSSSSSSSSS

EVERYBODY KNOWSSSSSSSSSSS

(Please give me a Platonic TarVez scene of Tara comforting Luke PLEASE i beg)

Are we about to get our Missing Character Cameo or is it just going to be Will?

"I have to take a leak" "Too bad" did I laugh out loud at this

Elias roasting Rossi about being old is SENDING ME 😂😂😂

Tyler Green what are you doinggggg

Okay so Will and JJ in the field together, I kind of love, but the fact then that since they're obviously sitting beside each other because they're literally married means that GARVEZ Garcia and Luke are sitting beside each other... the tension in that jet must be palpable

TYLER GREEN EVIL CANON???? FR???

Okay so no, I was right, Green is just trying to get to Voit first.

"He looked me right in my face and he lied to me." Garcia, absolutely no one feels bad for you right now.

"Which is what I get for falling for someone with an avoidant attachment style" GIRL YOU'VE KNOWN HIM FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS AND YOU'RE ALREADY SAYING YOU'VE FALLEN FOR HIM???

At least if Garvez is over then Greencia seems to be pretty over too

Luke comforting her anyway... god he really is still in love with her, huh? I mean, this is now how I thought I'd get to cross "she's crying and he comforts her" off my bingo card, but I'll take it

Okay I keep bouncing back and forth on if Green is a bad guy or not

DID ROSSI JUST SPIT IN SICARIUS'S FACE??????????

TYLER GREEN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING?

GREEN JUST GOT SHOT GODDAMN

Well Greencia's DEFINITELY over now

IT'S THE GARVEZ DATE FLASHBACK AM I READY I THINK THE FUCK NOT

Although this does allow me to cross off "flashback to the Garvez date" off my CME bingo card and "details about their date" off my Garvez bingo card, both things I thought would never happen

Why is it so awkward 😭

Luke is so dressed up I love him

ohh fuck I knew it was Covid that messed them up. Hey, Luke word of advice, don't talk about weird viruses on a first date

"It's not like the world's gonna shut down." well that aged poorly

I hate this I actually hate this why is this so weird

Luke ordering two more glasses of wine for himself I don't whether to laugh or cry. Probably both.

"It felt so good when you asked me out but I'm finding this to be very clunky" @snailsandpuppy-dogtails HOW IN GOD'S FUCKING NAME DID YOU PREDICT THIS ALMOST ENTIRELY IN YOUR TARVEZ BEER FIC

"What were we thinking?" YOU WERE THINKING THAT YOU'RE IN LOVE AND HAVE BEEN FOR YEARS, GODDAMMIT

"Can I share my truth with you?" "When have you ever not" I'M SORRY THAT'S ADORABLE

"I find it very hard to have a conversation with you when I am not dunking on you" that is a LIE. That is a LIE. I have RECEIPTS.

"With us, there absolutely is something there but not that." LIES. LIES. ALL OF IT.

This is making me so upset because there is not an actual world where they would not work out, this is absolute bullshit

"I know that your person is out there" YEAH AND IT'S YOU STFU

"I know that my person is out there" YEAH AND IT'S HIM STFU

"Where?" He desperately wants this to work out and my heart is breaking

"To finding the right person" NO. YOU FOUND THEM. YOU FOUND EACH OTHER. FIRST DATES ARE AWKWARD. IT HAPPENS. WHY WOULD YOU LET THAT STOP FOUR YEARS OF PINING OVER HER????

Why would they show us that scene out of nowhere? Like, Luke and Garcia weren't present before it started and now we're back in the field, it doesn't make a lot of sense.

I know my Garvez hopes should be crushed... but I can't help but think/hope that maybe this is setting up for them to try again

The audacity this episode has to be the most and least Garvez-y

Luke still looking out for Garcia and Green now... and him calling Green "Lieutenant..." the world does not deserve this man

Noooooooooooooo I thought Greencia was over but she's talking about having a future with him 😭😭😭

REBECCA HOLDING TARA'S HAND 😭😭😭

And now they know Rossi's been kidnapped

Overall thoughts? Not bad. I mean I hate how awkward the Garvez date was, and I don't like Greencia, but overall... this wasn't really that bad of an episode.