#the other girls were like we brought things for sadie to be nice

[chippdhearts]

Christina Elmore, Melissa Benoist, Carla Gugino and Natasha Behnam AS Kimberlyn, Sadie, Grace and Lola The Girls on the Bus || 1x08

#carla gugino #melissa benoist #christina elmore #natasha behnam #melissabenoistedit #the girls on the bus #grace gordon greene #sadie mccarthy #kimberlyn kendrick #lola rahaii #the girls on the bus spoilers #wistfulwatcher #singinprincess #filmtvdaily #filmtvcentral #femalecharacters #gifs;mine #mine;tgotb #the bus crew #I fucking love that Grace brought herself a bottle of wine #the other girls were like we brought things for sadie to be nice #also they are all in PJs apart from grace??? #like I know thats not how she normally dresses but thats not her PJs either #women supporting women!!! #we love this song

[sunflowerkiwis]

heyy wife i was wondering if you could do a smau of charles leclerc x southern reader. like gorgeous, blonde, uf or fsu student, sports broadcasting major, sorority girl, but she has like a claire monroe or sadie crowell type of vibe. she's a freshman and she takes him to a game, frat parties, and waffle house (waffle house is very important). they get a lot of hate, because the pairing is so unexpected and the age gap. but then he like posts her to lyrics from southern girls by tim mcgraw

Southern Girl

charles leclerc x reader requested - i hope this is what you wanted love feedback is appreaciated + requests are open! enjoy xx

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user01 charles, honey... user03 what?? user01 don't you think their relationship's kinda weid?? i mean she IS nineteen user05 hey, university of stfu called, they're asking for you. i think it's none of our business

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user09 if i were charles, i too would not gaf about the world and date her

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charles_leclerc je t'aime ma cheri user11 they way you can tell they're genuinely happy, i don't understand why they get so much hate just living their lives :')

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yourfriend3 he picked her up and we never saw her again... legend has it they're still taking pictures in the kitchen

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user39 right? it was just so sudden and unusual. still love them tho user19 she's so young though user71 omg look at that, nobody asked

charles_leclerc that pizza looks amazing

user13 sure charles... the pizza...

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charles_leclerc and it was just like all the other sixty times

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user17 if your best friend doesn't get you food even though she was out with her boyfriend buying food for themselves and you're piggybacking off their relationship bc they're your parents, is she even your best friend?

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[neon-lights-and-glitter]

She's Totally Flirting With You

Summary- Jack gets hit on by a waitress, though he thinks she's just being nice, Paisley and Olive come to your defense to convince Jack she's flirting with him.

Jack had surprised you, Paisley, Olive, and Hayden with a family date, to a restaurant that the girls loved but was a little too fancy to take them to on a regular basis because even though they were pretty well-behaved, you didn’t want to accidentally become the family with misbehaving kids in a fancy restaurant.

You and Olive sat on one side of the booth, while Jack and Paisley sat on the other, Hayden sitting in a highchair on the side of the table. You could tell immediately that the waitress was flirting with Jack. 

“What can I get you to drink?” She asked Jack first, placing her hand on his shoulder. Jack placed his drink order before she turned her attention to the girls. “And what do you two princesses want?” 

“Daddy, can I get an orange soda?” Paisley asked, Jack nodded.

“Yeah, do you want the same thing Liv?” Jack asked.

“I want strawberry lemonade, please.” Olive said.

“And can we get water for both of them too?” Jack asked and she nodded. She took your drink order before turning her attention back to Jack.

“Anything else I can get you?”

“Can we go ahead and get a side of fries for the kids and let’s go ahead and get a second orange soda, she’ll want it as soon as she sees her sister have it,” Jack said and the waitress laughed.

“Of course, that’s so sweet that you’re thinking ahead,” She said, squeezing his shoulder. “I’ll be right back with all of that,” She let her hand linger on his shoulder as she walked away. The girls already going back to coloring.

“She’s totally flirting with you,” You said, and Jack laughed softly.

“No, she’s not, she’s just being nice.” Jack said, shrugging it off.

“If you want to call that just being nice, then okay,” You said sarcastically.

“She probably just knows who I am and doesn’t want to say something since I’m with family or something.”

She came back a few minutes later, placing all the drinks down, coming a minute later with the fries.

“I brought a couple extra plates, so they don’t have to share plates, I know I hated sharing when I was little, especially with my siblings,” She laughed softly. You and Jack split the fries between the girls, keeping a couple for Hayden, since he was eight months old you were letting him try different soft foods. “Neither of you look old enough to have three kids, are they all yours?” She asked, trying to make small talk.

“Yeah, they are all ours,” Jack answered, “We’ve been together for nine years, plenty of time to have a couple kids,” He joked.

“Do you guys know what you want to order?” She asked, her demeanor suddenly changing. You all placed your orders before she walked away again.

“Still going to tell me she’s not flirting with you?” You asked and Jack shrugged. “She literally has puppy dog eyes when she looks at you.”

“Well, maybe she’ll stop now that she knows we’re together.”

She came back a few minutes later to check on everything before checking on the table next to you.

“She needs to stop flirting with you Daddy.” Paisley said, loud enough for the waitress to hear. You smirked as you handed Hayden another fry.

“Do you even know what flirting is Paise?” Jack asked and she shook her head.

“No, but if Mommy doesn’t like it, then neither do I. You love Mommy not her,” She said.

“Well, you're right, I do love Mommy,” Jack said in agreement.

“She looks at you like Sadie does when you have food that she wants,” Olive said, taking a bite out of her fry. You and Jack couldn’t help but laugh at Olive’s comment.

“Where did you get that from?” You asked her.

“You say Sadie gives puppy dog eyes when Daddy has food, and you said that she’s giving Daddy puppy dog eyes,” Olive shrugged. Hayden started to get fussy in his highchair, so you took him out while you waited for your food.

“See, even the girls think she’s flirting.”

“Oh, they are just copying what they heard you say.”

“Maybe, but are you going to tell them she’s not and lie to them?” You teased and Jack fake gasped.

“Yeah Daddy, you can’t lie to us, that wouldn’t be nice,” Paisley said.

“Am I being ganged up on by my wife and daughters?” Jack said sarcastically.

“Maybe,” You smirked. “Even Hayden’s on my side, huh?” You asked Hayden and he giggled.

“Okay, okay, maybe I was wrong,” Jack said. “God, I’m screwed when they are teenagers, aren’t I?” 

“You’re the one who wanted eight daughters,” You teased.

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[manicpixiedreamcurl]

i dont even like stranger things that much, but eddie has a grip on me like noooo other lmaooooo

he reminders me of a lot of rotties ive met who look like scary dogs, like they dont know their own weight/play rough, but are also the single goofiest dogs you'll ever meet, super dramatic if theyre not getting attention from their favourite people, only rough with people who can handle it but very gentle with those who cant, super protective, eager to please and so so sweet (so yea thats basically eddie)

he reminds me so much of that, like he just wants to be loved for who he is, and openly love someone else without being seen as just a casual one night stand, or an interesting couple dates, or too scary and different to even be approached yknow. i bet he daydreams about commitment ahkshdkjflfj

i think thats why i like your eddie so much cause he's protective of others and knows how to use his image to protect himself, but is also the silliest, sappiest, sweetest person ever and you write that side of him so well!!

i dont know where im going with this qukdhdkgd i just really like how you write eddie!

Thank you!!! Show opinions and rambling about my sweetest goofy feral boy Eddie under the cut 💖💖💖

Stranger Things is a questionable show, that's the truth of it. I think the first season was brilliant and part of the reason I liked season 4 so much was because it got back that sort of scooby doo vibe that was so fun about the first one, that the Hawkins gang were trying to work everything out and getting into hijinks ahaha. But the whole Russia storyline? Simply could have done without it. There was a post going round a while ago that was like st 1 was good because it was about things but now stranger things is just about stranger things and I think that hit the nail on the head.

I think it benefits from interesting characters and very good casting all round. The young people in the show are (or were now?) uniquely good child actors (Gaten, Caleb and Sadie in particular imo). Also think Joe Keery was an inspired choice for Steve. He brought such brilliant vulnerability to Steve, so great to watch the scene of him seeing Nancy and Jonathan through the window and just before Nancy slaps him how sad he looks when he's trying to put on a tough front; 'I was worried about you.' My god. I DIGRESS.

Eddie <333 EDDIE <3333333 I think I've established I could talk about him for a million years. He haunts me. First just the thought of somebody being treated poorly by God knows how many people, and ending up as someone who collects bullied kids and gives them a safe place 'we showed you that high school didn't have to be the worst years of your lives' JESUS FUCK IF ONLY. Would have been nice. Idk if I've mentioned but I'm PRETTY SHY irl so...yeah. Would have been nice.

And THEN I think about the fact he used his last words to make Dustin promise to look after the group...to tell him that he loves him!!! Can't think about it too much but my God. That's so important. That's his priority in that moment. His little group having somebody to look after them fuck I'm crying.

AND that he tells Dustin to never change!!!! This little bullied boy!!! Like Eddie himself was when he was young!!!! AaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhHhhhhhHHhhhhHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

And also he's so sweet to Chrissy. Just like the sweetest. Sees this girl silently screaming for help and puts the effort into making her feel SAFE!!! Giving her a little GIGGLE at HIS EXPENSE. FUCK.

So yes I think you are exactly right. I think he plays up to what people think of him when he knows he's not going to be able to change their mind and he thinks well fuck it hate me more then. I think he could swing a punch if he had to and if he was being hit he'd keep being provocative but I feel it in my BONES that he flirts with straight boys who are bullying him to make them wildly fucking uncomfortable I JUST KNOW IT cause I think he loves pushing buttons.

But yes, the sweetest around people who need it. And desperate to be loved and accepted. I think you're right I think he might have a go at one night stands cause he's a horndog it can't be denied but he thinks about somebody just adoring him and wanting him all the time and doing things for eachother and them not being ashamed of him or wanting him to change him and man...I must stop.

In summary, anon. Agreed. And thank you very much. Thinking about how kind and wonderful a relationship with him would be makes my chest pang. Sweetest goofiest boy, owner of my heart.

#i once again am psychoanalysing eddie munson #i wrote you a fucking essay anon sorry about that ahahahs #ask #anon

[emmareviewsstuff]

Harrison Pt. 2

Harrison, now that I’m an adult and ditching a bad date at an ice-skating rink, is even more appealing than he was when we were kids. He’s grown his hair out a significant amount, and it touches his shoulders from where he’s cocked his head to the side to watch me. Usually, I would be offended at such a curious gaze directed my way, but in his defense, I did just leave a guy sitting on his ass in the middle of the ice rink, and then promptly almost fall on my own.

It took me until that moment to remember he was still holding me.

Almost as if he had realized the same thing at the same time, he squeezed me tighter, and then let me go. I tried very hard not to be disappointed.

“Harrison,” I sounded just as excited as I did when I said his name when we were kids. “I didn’t know you worked here. I didn’t know you’d moved back here, actually.”

He laughed, the wrinkles by the corners of his eyes so much more defined with age—it looked like he had spent the last twenty-odd-some years laughing and doing nothing else.

“Yeah, I moved back around six months ago. If I had known you were still in the area…” He trailed off; so much was left unsaid in that sentence.

If only I had known.

I find myself nodding along before he even finishes talking.

“God, yeah. I agree.”

His hand twitches, and so does mine. It’s a pathetic miming of actions, and it’s also inevitable.

“I haven’t seen you since—”

“—my 18th birthday party—”

“—yeah. God, that was really—”

“—no, it wasn’t that—”

“—it really was, I totally—”

“—but you didn’t, I was the one who—”

“—no, you definitely weren’t—"

So many conversations had gone like this since that night. Halted, broken off sentence fragments carrying grief and apologies neither one of us would accept. It was, as one would predict, completely exhausting.

So, I guess for you to understand, you’ll have to really understand.

Here are some facts about that night:

When Harrison showed up to my 18th birthday party, he had a girlfriend, and I had a boyfriend.

His girlfriend, Carrie, was a nice person.

My boyfriend, Wyatt, was not.

Harrison hated Wyatt.

I wish I hated Carrie. It would have made the entire night a lot less painful.

Two hours into my party, I had pissed Wyatt off enough to take an entire packs worth of cigarette breaks, and Harrison was nearly seeing red.

Carrie, ever the good-girl, had brought me over to hang out with her and Harrison upon seeing yet another hushed whisper-argument take place between me and Wyatt by the front door.

“He isn’t worth it!” She’d laughed. “He’s ugly. Go find someone like Harrison!”

Oh, Carrie. Dear, sweet Carrie. I didn’t want to find someone like Harrison. I wanted the real thing.

“You need a nice guy. Someone who will treat you right.” Harrison said, white knuckling his beer can.

“Oh yeah? What kind of boy should I be with?” I egged him on. Always starting shit.

“Just…a boy who knows you. Knows how to treat you.”

Harrison, God, throw me a bone!!

“You’re right. If only Sadie was a boy!” My laughter sounded fake, but Carrie didn’t seem to notice.

Sadie, Harrisons younger sister and my best friend, had always had an inkling of an idea that I had a crush on her brother. It wasn’t something we ever talked about, though. It wouldn’t have been fair to her.

“You and Sadie could still be cute!” Carrie squealed. “Don’t you think?”

“I may be bisexual, but she’s like my sister.”

“Like Harrison is like your brother, right?”

I paused. “Right, Carrie. Duh.”

Carrie excused herself to go get another drink, completely oblivious to the fact that neither Harrison nor I could meet each other’s eyes.

“About Carrie—” Harrison started,

“Babeeee!!”

Wyatt was loud, and his voice was too high. I don’t remember when I started to hate it, but it sounded like nails on a chalkboard—nearly make me choke on my drink.

I could see Harrison tense and scan the crowd for Carrie.

Wyatt never looked around a room for me like that.

“Babe??” Wyatt slurred. “Have you seen my girlfriend anywhere around here?”

“Which one?” A voice yelled across the room, hushed whispered following it.

“Bro, shut up, she’s gonna hear you!”

Now, I wasn’t that surprised to hear this. Was I embarrassed? Hell, yes, I was embarrassed. Wyatt was drunk, yelling in my house, and loudly cheating on me.

I didn’t seem to be nearly as upset as Harrison, though.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

Oh, shit.

“Harrison—Harrison, it’s okay. Let it go.” Why was I defending Wyatt?

“The fuck I will!”

“Harrison, please!” My hand was on his chest, trying to push him back, away from where he was pushing through the crowd towards Wyatt like a bull in a China shop. Fists so tight they were red, like he was aching to punch something.

Wyatt was too drunk to even notice until Harrison had moved me to the side and shoved Wyatt in the chest.

“Fucking apologize. Now.”

Wyatt stared—and then laughed. “What, to her? Hell no! All she does is talk about you, man. I doubt she even noticed I was cheating until right now.”

Well. He maybe had a point.

Harrison wasn’t taking that as an answer, though.

“Maybe she’s so busy thinking about me because you can’t treat her right long enough to get her mind somewhere else.”

“Please, like that frigid bitch—”

He didn’t get another word out before Harrisons fist was attaching to his nose, and then there was a sick popping noise, and blood was covering his fist, Wyatt’s face, and my rug.

Fantastic.

The entire crowd ‘ooh’ed like we were in some kind of teen rom-com, and I was suddenly sick to my stomach.

This is not how I wanted things to go down.

Carrie, who had appeared next to me holding two new drinks, had a mouth that was gaped open like a fish, eyes watering as she gripped tight onto the cups, denting the plastic. “Let’s go—”

“No, no way. I’m not leaving him.”

“Really? He’s cheating on you!”

“What--? No! Not Wyatt, Harrison!”

Carrie stepped back so fast I almost didn’t notice at first.

“Carrie? What’s wrong?”

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

The room was silent. I was looking at Harrison, Carrie was looking me, Wyatt was looking at his bloody hands, and Harrison was staring at the damn ceiling.

“I…”

“I don’t even wanna know.”

Carrie dropped the cups, completely uncaring of the liquid now covering my floor and the bottom half of my legs, as she rushed out of the house.

Personally, I think she was being just a tad over dramatic. It wasn’t like I kissed him for christs sake! I was just…deeply in love with him.

Okay, fine. Maybe she was entitled to her storm-out.

“Harrison—”

“I should…go find her.”

“Oh. Right.”

“I’m sorry. For…everything.”

Oh. Ouch.

Watching Harrison walk out my door, even after the party had started up again (sans a bloody Wyatt, who had left with his closer group of friends) was the worst thing that had happened me in a long time. I could feel my heart break and land in the pile of margarita and blood on the floor.

It took three hours for me to get blackout drunk and end up laying on my front lawn; long after the party was over and everyone had finally gone home. There was a towel laid down in my living room, and the damage would be dealt with tomorrow.

The last thing I wanted to deal with was my phone, which wouldn’t stop ringing.

“Helllloooo?” I slurred, answering without looking.

“Hey. It’s me. Can I come back over?”

I glanced at the time. It was four in the morning and the party was long over. At least, I thought it was.

“Harrison, shouldn’t you be home with Carrie, nursing her poor little broken heart?” I was mean when I was drunk, apparently. Or maybe just when I was heartbroken and drunk.

Silence.

“We broke up. Can I come over or not?”

Oh ho ho. Apparently the night was young, after all.

So, the party was a solid 4/10. I have to give it at least a 4, because I got to watch Harrison break someone’s nose for me, even if he did make me cry afterwards. But, in his defense, he made me cry because he didn’t want to be a dick to his girlfriend. That’s genuine of him, right? I thought so—and I think my opinion is the only one that matters. It took me a while to realize that, too.

His nobility was honorable, even if it hurt me in the process.

A good man is hard to find, or whatever Flannery O’Connor said.

But the after party? Which consisted of me, Harrison, a bottle of white wine and my rooftop until 7am? That was as close to a 10/10 as I had gotten, when I was young.

I grew to forgive him for what I realized weren’t shortcomings, but was simply youth, fear, and perhaps the shock of feeling so much all at once.

Now, looking up at the man who had left my house in the early hours of the morning the night after my 18th birthday only to be gone without a trace for years? Well, I think I was willing to give him another chance for a glowing review.

[livingwithlosingyou]

Living with Losing You - 9/21/2022

First home meet!

Today was a better day. It had its moments, but doesn't that happen everyday?

I woke up and immediately forced myself to run. I knew that I would make me feel better, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to run this afternoon since we had the XC meet (and we were hosting). I was still pretty sore from yesterday, so I didn’t go too quick. Anything is better than nothing!

After that, I grabbed Sadie, took her to her other camp (Mary’s), and then ordered PS on my way home so I could grab it before I headed to storage. The timing was actually perfect, because I got home and loaded the boxes in my car, then my order was ready right as I was finishing that up. I quickly grabbed it and ate on my way to the storage unit. I had a bunch of empty boxes from the items that I brought home from storage. I still have some things that I need to and homes for / organize, but I am proud of myself for getting as much done as I did.

On my way home from storage I called Thomas (we had planned to chat today since we have both been busy and it had been a while). he is doing well, the girl he is dating is also in medicine and her schedule is insane. We talked about how it’s sad how they’re treated. James, you deserved better. Once I got home I finished up that conversation then showered to get ready to go to my dentist appointment. I just want to note that I hate how expensive teeth are. It’s honestly insane. Anyway, that appointment ended up taking the full hour and a half. They needed to finish my crown and then do a filling in that back molar. I am usually totally fine with the dentist, but for some reason today when they were drilling on certain spots on those teeth I was getting very dizzy and lightheaded. I am assuming it could be multiple factors, but it was strange how intense it was. They actually ended up leaving the teeth a little more rigid because I couldn't take it anymore. I was supposed to go and visit Dar at his work after, but I went home to lay down instead. I still am not feeling great from it, but a little better (and it’s been almost 12 hours). 

I took that nap and just relaxed before having to go to the XC meet. We were hosting, so I had to make sure to get there early to help out. I was already running late because of the tooth debacle. The head coach ended up texting me asking to pick up name tags because the boys didn't have any. So, I left and got Chick-Fil-A, then headed to the local Office Depot. To my surprise the Office Depot was closed due to a fire? So random. So I ultimately just ended up going to the Staples near the high school. It worked out. Mostly. I was able to eat in the car again. 

When I got to campus, I helped Aaron chalk and set up the course. Unfortunately, the chalk bag broke and spilt ALL OVER. It got everywhere. I showered, but I feel like it’s very possible that I still have chalk on me. Today we got to use the gator which was awesome. It was helpful to not have to walk the entire thing. All of our teams won today! It was a solid day. During the meet alone, I probably walked at least 5 miles. It’s good though because I am really trying to finish the 150 on your birthday next Saturday. Which, HOW is it your birthday next Saturday. Ugh, I miss you so much. 

I picked up Sadie after the meet, and headed home. I connected with Bri and we went to get Mexican food together. This was a great choice, but now I am extremely full and cannot lay down. First world problems. It was nice to catch up with her, and then also talk about the bachelorette finale (even though I missed basically the entire season). Then she went home and I broke out my guitar and started to work on learning a song that I have always loved. I did ended up having a very tearful moment. I miss singing to you. Part of me hopes that you are watching me and hear me whenever I talk or sing to you. 

I do need to try and go to bed though. I work tomorrow, and it’s a very busy day. Thank goodness I have Friday off. I send Dom and Annie a baby shower gift that I know would be “Jake Approved”. I miss everything. So much. The little things, the big things we never got to do, etc. 

I love you. 

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

[ladykailolu]

Gyro: Women are bad luck

M&M: Imma stop you right there ✋

*proceeds to become best friends**

*if they keep it platonic I can see them having a nice friendship. Sure there are rocky moments,

But by the end of SBR, I think they’d be pretty good friends

At least M&M sees him that way

Perfection. I can sense a beautiful relationship about to bloom here.

I can't help but think that M&M would ask him why he thinks women are bad luck. Like, what did they do to him?? Was his mother rude? Did he have a nasty ex-girlfriend?

Well, his mother Liona cared for him deeply and made him laugh with her silly jokes. But he did have bad experiences with one ex-girlfriend. He was at fault for how he treated his first ex-girlfriend (Paxe's mother). Basically, he just wanted to sleep with her and fool around for a little bit because she looked and smelled nice, but when she got pregnant, he dashed all of her hopes of marrying him. He even told her that too:

"We need to talk." He said, and her ears perked up. Oh...? Was this it? Did he come to his senses and decide to marry her? Things were going to turn out well now. She was going to be happy.

"Well?" She was breathless. Could this really be happening? She could only wait to find out.

He licked his lips. He was nervous as Hell, but if he wasn't honest, he would never be free. How could he let it come to this? "I don't want to marry you."

With the way he said it, it was like he swung the executioner's sword and ended her. Like she was another condemned, unworthy of sympathy. He might as well have killed her then, and he walked away, leaving her and their daughter behind.

Then later he blames both her and Paxe for his anxiety in snooping around Naples, seeing them in secret and praying that his father never discovers his dirty little secret. There's not really much to say to redeem Gyro here, but I hope that I can make it clear that, while he rejects Paxe's mom and ended their relationship shortly after she gave birth, he couldn't say the same for Paxe, his daughter. He recognizes that there's a piece of himself in her, and he couldn't truly leave her behind. He visited when he could--not for her mother but for the little girl who adored him like sunflowers adoring the sun. He still has his reservations even about Paxe, blaming some of his anxiety on her very existence as if he had nothing to do with creating her.

Then there's his second ex-girlfriend. The married Neapolitan woman who was one of his father's patients. That lying woman who hid her wedding band and lied to him on many occasions. He had to admit that he enjoyed his time with her and all the little trysts they had underneath his father's nose. But he didn't appreciate the big reveal at the end of their relationship, especially when their last meeting almost got him caught. Then she got pregnant and threatened to abandon their child. Of course, he could have let her throw little Maggie away, but again, much like with Paxe, he couldn't. Maggie had a bit of himself inside her too. He may have resented her existence, but she was still a bit of his legacy. So, he took her in then dumped her on Johnny.

And of course, Anastasia. The woman who was supposed to be just a night fling to forget about. And he did, for a few years, until he encountered Sadie-Mae and all of his past sins.

All of that would wrongly culminate in him blaming women for his misfortunes that he brought upon himself. M&M can see right through all of it. Unfortunately, he falls right back into his ways of womanizing and sleeps with her, and like the other times, she gets pregnant, but it ends a little differently. Instead of blaming her when he finds out that Reese--their son--exists, he wants to get to know Reese and help him and his mother in any way he can. He can't marry M&M because he's married to Johnny, but he still cares for both of them. If anything, he starts to blame himself for giving into his lust. Again.

#Gyro Zeppeli #Meredith Meringue #M&M #Reese Meringue #jjba #jjba oc #the bastard zeppeli children #oreocookiezzz #asks #lady k answers

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

Rio smut?! Where the reader is married with 3 kids but she is currently going through a separation. She is in friend group with Beth,Annie, and Ruby. They all work for Rio and reader calls Rio over one day to talk about “business” and he’s confused on why she wants to talk and when he comes over to her house she asks him to fuck her and Rio delivers🙂🥵. Please

*GIF NOT MINE*

As you wish boss -Rio (Good Girls)

Hey love ! Thanks for your request, hope you like what I wrote ☺️ Enjoy some smut 👅 This is a longer one and I wrote it late at night , it’s not proofread sorry in advance 

Also this takes place in season 2 before Ben transitionned so that’s why there is mention of Sadie

Warning: Language, Smut

Word Count : 3k

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“I need to get Stan out of there” Ruby said panicking as you and Annie tried to comfort her.  Turner had arrested him Tuesday morning and Ruby couldn’t stop crying.

“I know we said we were out, but it’s the fastest way to get the money to bail him out” You called out looking at the both of them

“We could do it!” Annie said confidently “Plus we could all use the money, my sister doesn’t have to know” she continued

“We can’t go behind her back Annie” Ruby replied shaking her head disapproving of the idea. She didn’t want to do that to her bestfriend, but part of her was in need of the cash. “We need to tell Beth”

“We can’t, she’s an addict Ruby, it would be like giving a drink to an alcoholic. She’s trying her best and it wouldn’t be fair of us to bring her back in after all the effort she has done. It would only be one time, enough to get Stan out, enough to help (Y/N) with the divorce and enough for me and Sadie”Annie said trying to convince her.

“I mean, how would we even do it? Did you forget about the fact that we’ve been banned for every wholesale store? Beth’s the one who came up with the idea”

“As much as I love my sister, we don’t need her for that, we all have brains, let’s use them and find a way, it’s shouldn’t be too hard” Annie answered

“And how do we even find this guy, I mean Beth’s always been the one contacting him. Do you even know how to get to the man?” Ruby couldn’t believe she was even thinking about it

“I’ll do it” you said, finally speaking “I’ll get in contact with him”

“And how will you do that?” Ruby said finishing her coffee

“Let me take care of it” you replied, taking her mug to fill it in.

“Don’t” she said motioning to your hands “I have to go get the kids from school, we’ll catch up later”she continued standing up, picking up her purse before leaving

“Ok, so we’re really doing this?” Annie said excitedly

“I guess so, it’s going to help all of us, especially Ruby” you sighed “Anyway, anything to take my mind off of my stupid ex” you said rolling your eyes

“How are you doing by the way, with this whole situation?”

“I’m fine, the kids are starting to get used to it slowly, they’re often talking about his new girlfriend though, it’s kinda pissing me off. I mean he’s the one who fucked up and he gets to be happy with someone else? Like don’t get me wrong, I’m good without him, I wasn’t happy anymore, I was staying with him for the kids. It’s not like we had sex often, but it’s the only thing I miss, you know?” You asked shrugging your shoulders. Of course, you were taking care of yourself when you felt the need to, but you couldn’t help but admit you were missing the touch of a man.  

“I get it” she chuckled

You talked for a bit before she left, leaving you all alone as you washed the dishes. When the kids came back from school, you prepared their bags for the weekend as they were going on a camping trip with their father and his new bimbo. He was coming to get the two little ones while you were going to your eldest’s baseball game.

“You have everything? Don’t forget I’m dropping you off at your dads after the game and he won’t be happy if you’re missing something” You said to him as you both hopped in the car, fastening your seatbelt.

“Don’t worry mom, I have everything. Can we go now? I don’t want to be late, Marcus said we could practice together before the game” He said as you drove off.

You never told the girls before, but your son was on the same team as Rio’s son. You didn’t see each other often, most of the time, Rhea was taking him to his games, but when you did see him, you would glance at each other from across the bleachers. He was a totally different person when Marcus was around. He still looked intimidating, but you could see his softer side when he would smile and clap as his son made a good play, encouraging him.

As you arrived at the field, your son went running to Marcus as you looked through the bleachers trying to find a familiar figure. Today was just your luck, as you saw Marcus’s dad sitting there, typing on his phone, probably taking care of business as he waited for the game to start. You made your way towards him, while other women stared at you as you sat next to the man dressed in black. He lifted his eyes from his phone, watching you, as you played with your own fingers.

“How you doing mama?” he said, his voice deep, hearing a gasp coming from a lady behind you. Rio was attractive and you weren’t the only one agreeing to that. Maybe it was the confidence, the danger, the relationship he had with his kid or even the neck tattoo, but you were not the only mom swooning over him. The difference with you, was that you didn’t let it show. They were always trying to get his attention, by sitting next him or trying to make conversation. Some of them even brought juice boxes and snacks for Marcus, trying to make him like them by gaining his son’s appreciation. You, on the other hand, never sat close to him or even spoke to him. Your relationship was strictly business related but it didn’t stop you from thinking about him in a different aspect. You didn’t want to admit it, but you sometimes happened to be thinking about him while pleasuring yourself. You couldn’t help but think about his dark seductive eyes or even his plump lips, and the fact that a man hadn’t touched you for what felt like years made you wish he would roam your body with his strong veiny hands.

You coughed softly “We need to talk” you said looking towards the field

“Yeah? About what” he replied smirking down at you

“Not here” you answered, not wanting to meet his amused eyes “Tonight, my house” you whispered as the game started. You didn’t talk after that you could feel his eyes on you from time to time and you could hear the bickering from behind you making you roll your eyes internally. As the kids won their game, Marcus and your son came running towards you two, looking happier than ever.

“Dad did you see that?” Marcus asked his dad, jumping around excitedly

“I did pap, you did great, who’s your friend?” he said looking at your son

“That’s Lucas, we always practice together”

“Well nice to meet you little man” Rio said smiling at Lucas “We have to go, but I guess I’ll see you around yeah?” He semi asked diverting his gaze towards you, winking, before leaving

You proceeded to go back to your car, heading towards your ex’s house, dropping off Lucas for the weekend

You later got ready as you opted for a more revealing but still classy outfit, waiting for Rio to come over. You were coming down the stairs as you heard a knock, taking a deep breath before opening the door, surprised to meet your ex’s figure.

“Are you going somewhere? You look hot” he said eyeing up and down as you scoffed, rolling your eyes

“What do you want David?”

“Lucas forgot his headphone, he needs them for the ride”

You sighed “Wait here” you got to your son’s room, picking what he needed before going back downstairs, shoving them on his chest “Goodbye David” You said slamming the door to his face. You walked through the kitchen as you grabbed a glass pouring some gin into it. You took a sip as you heard the door open again

“Ok David, what do you want now I told you I-“ you stopped dead in your track as your eyes laid on the tall criminal that stood in front of you.

“That’s not a very nice welcome mama” Rio smirked, his voice thick and croaky, sending shivers down your spine

“You could’ve knocked” You responded your voice laced with attitude as you tried to sound unfazed by his actions

“That’s no fun though” Rio threw back avoiding your remark, stepping closer to the kitchen island as you stood on the other side, fixing him a glass. As you made it slide across the countertop. He took it, nodding at you, before taking a sip himself

“Why did you want to see me (Y/N)?” he questioned you as you tried your best not to look surprised that he actually knew your name. It was the first time you heard him say it and it made you quiver slightly. “We want to do business” You said trying to sound confident as you took another sip of your drink

“I thought you said you were out” he looked amused as he gazed at your fidgeting fingers

“Well, you see, Beth is out, that doesn’t mean we need to stop doing business with you” you swallowed the remaining of your drink, hoping it would give you a boost of confidence. “Of course, no need to mention, it would stay between us” You said stepping a few feet closer to him but not close enough to reach him

“And how would you wash the money” he asked downing his glass, looking deeply into your eyes, a grin plastered on his face

“Why don’t you let me take care of that, you just need to provide the money, and we’ll do the rest for you” You managed to say with a pleasant smile, proud by your assurance

“Ok so 500 g’s to start, and we’ll see how it goes” He shrugged, his voice filled with pure enjoyment as he watched your eyes grow slightly bigger

“500 grand?” You gulped. How would you do that in a week, you didn’t even know how you would proceed to wash all the money

“If you can’t handle it, I can find someone else for the job” he said stepping closer to you

“We’ll handle it” You responded immediately, almost cutting him off. You turned around as you filled both of your drinks, taking a sip right after you put the bottle back on the kitchen counter.

He stared at you, an amused smile on his lips as you almost gulp down the entirety of its content

“Good” he said looking at his glass, now full. “Was there anything else you wanted from me?” he said as he took in your outfit. You were dressed in all black, his favorite color and he couldn’t help but admit that you looked amazing. Beth was good looking, but he always found you breath taking. He took another step forward, facing you completely, your chest almost touching as you hold in a gasp, now feeling nervous. You breathed threw your nose, processing the words that would next come out of your mouth before looking straight at him.

“I want you to fuck me” you said trying to sound confident and demanding. He looked at you closely trying to find one thing that would indicate that you were messing with him

“Don’t joke around mama” He stated raising his left eyebrow, eyes filled with lust, licking his lips softly.

“If you’re not the man for the job, I can always find someone else” you managed to say, surprising yourself with your boldness, as you rephrased the words he said earlier. A smirk appeared on his lips as you went to take a step back to get away from him. He decided otherwise, grabbing your arm, pulling your body to him as you slammed against his firm chest, crashing his mouth to yours, almost gasping startled by his actions. His lips were soft and sweet but at the same time so rough. Your hand moved to the back of his neck wanting more, as you felt him smirk withing the kiss. You had been fantasizing about this for a moment now, and by the looks of it he had been too. His touches were hungry and intense, his hands grasping your waist tightly as you let a muffled moan past your lips. You both pulled away to catch your breath as you diverted your kisses to his neck. You’d always dreamed of putting your mouth on the dark ink covering his throat and you were finally being able to do it.

“Fuck” he murmured as your hands moved up his back, taking his shirt off interrupting your kisses on his neck for a few seconds. Your lips went right back to it, now having more skin to touch. Your hands made their way to his belt, undoing it, looking up at him biting your bottom lip. His eyes were filled with lust and desire, his hand grabbed your neck slightly as you let out a small gasp

“Do I need to remind you who I am sweetheart?” he asked, not liking that you questioned his competence

“Maybe you do” you said with a devilish grin. Your words were enough for Rio to turn you around and to bend you over the counter. His hands found the waistband of your jeans pulling them down, growling at the sight of your almost bare ass. Rio yanked your underwear leaving the bottom half of your body completely naked.  You could feel the warm fluid slowly leaking out from your fold as you anticipated his next move.

“Never question my abilities mama” he said in a husky tone as he slapped your ass hard. You let out a loud moan already feeling the sting his hands left behind. He pressed his growing crotch against you lowering his mouth to your ear whispering.

“Am I clear?” He slapped your ass once again when you didn’t answer, making you whimper. You felt him take a step back as he dropped his pants coming back to press his erection against your bare skin. You pushed your body back to get even closer to him, but his hands steadied your figure, grabbing your hips firmly.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?” He said teasing your slit with his erected member. “Let me show you” he continued as he pushed his tip inside of you slowly stretching you out making you moan. He groaned lowly as he rammed into you making you shriek in pleasure. It felt better than anything you’d ever imagined before. His tip was brushing your deep spot and you couldn’t contain yourself anymore, screaming as he pushed in and out of you at a fast pace. The pleasure was immaculate as you stood on your tiptoes giving him an even better access to your aching core. He slapped your ass one more time before grabbing a fistful of your hair, bringing you to him as he started kissing bellow your ear.

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet for me” He stated, moving his hand to rub your needy clit. The way he was playing with the bundle of nerves between your shaky legs, brought you closer to the edge.

“Is that what you wanted mama? Am I fucking you good enough?” He asked as your eyes rolled back making you see stars from the pleasure he was giving you. Each stroke was getting deeper and deeper as you grabbed the kitchen counter, moaning loudly, encouraging him to keep pleasuring you like he was doing. He rubbed your clit a little bit faster and before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were coming undone, clenching around him.

“Yes! Oh my- fuck Rio” you moaned, tears welling in your eyes as your orgasm took over you. He didn’t stop, but you could feel his thrusts getting sloppier indicating he was close to his release. The sight of your ass bouncing back against him was all it took for him to spill his loads into you, letting out a throaty groan. He pulled out of you slowly taking a step back pulling up his pants. You stood up, making your way to the bathroom, cleaning yourself as you put on a pair of shorts. As you came back in the kitchen, Rio was still there, finishing his drink, staring at you with a slight smirk on his face

“What’s with the smirk?” You asked trying to sound like someone who didn’t just get railed on the kitchen countertop. He downed his drink, putting it back on the island as he walked forward, standing in front of you. He looked you up and down, meeting your gaze, pulling a piece of your hair back from your face

“I got the job done, didn’t I?” he smiled cockily as you rolled your eyes

“Whatever” he laughed at the way you tried to ignore his previous question. You both knew you were satisfied with what had just happened moments ago even if you tried to hide it.

“I’ll contact you for the drop off” he said as you smiled content that the deal was still on

“As you wish, boss” you answered teasingly as he slapped your ass one last time before exiting throught the front door, leaving you shocked and alone. You liked it and you were scared to admit that you would like for it to happen again. That night, as you got into bed, your mind couldn’t help but wander to the man always dressed in all black. You couldn’t help but to think about his eyes, his hands, his mouth, his cock… Oh how he made you feel so good was not even understandable. Why would you even question his ability to please you? How was he so good at it? Everything he did was just … perfect.

The real question was: was there something he wasn’t good at?

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Thanks for reading

Hope you liked it, let me know what you think

-K

#rio #rio x reader #rio good girls #rio imagine #daddy rio #good girls nbc #good girls fanfic #goodgirls #good girls rio #manny montana

[effervescentdragon]

Another Therapy Session For Me or Thanks, Taylor, You're The Woman

okay so i need to get this out. taylor swift put out all too well 10 min version yesterday, and i watched the short film the moment i woke up and i have something to say

first of all, the song hits on so many different levels, like, the gaslighting of my previous relationship, oh my god. that part with his friends, and how she straightened her hair and wore red lipstick, fuck, i did that. i read everything there was about this 'straight edge' crap his bandmates were into, and i listened to this awful fucking screaming music so that i woyld have something to discuss with them when i was inevitably pulled into their little fucked up band circle. and fuck, im not that into music, im always more into lyrics, but my interests didnt matter. and when i commented on their casual misogyny and how one of his bandmates used to cheat on his wife whenever they went away for a gig, and everyone knew it, i got told that its not like that and i was misinterpreting it and that it was stupid and unimportant, implying that me and my feelings and thoughts were also stupid and unimportant. and my ex was only 2yrs older than me, but his friends were like 6-10 yrs older than that, and it just made me feel so fucking awful.

this song brought back so many memories that i only now realize are so fucked up. girls are always put in these patriarchal structures where its expected of us to seek approval from men who are older and hence depicted as wiser, and that is just such fucking bullshit. (ofc, trans and non-binary people are also put in these kinds of power structure struggles, but here im talking from my perspective as a cis woman who is attracted to men). its like, your worth increases if you get approval from these 'cool older smart dudes', but when time passes, you realize that those dudes are literally fucking wankers with emotional range of a teaspoon who in a way prey on impressionable, younger girls, because in most cases women their age would expect them to, you know. have a job or something, and not spend their days pretending they're metallica in their seventh-rate glorified boy band, but for Real Men and playing Real Music, whatever the fuck that even means.

other point was, that kissing scene between sadie and dylan. holy fuck did that make me uncomfortable, and it took me some time to figure out why, and then i remembered. when i was 17 i had this friend who was some 8 yrs older than me. he was smart, and cool, and seemed like he had life figured out, and we spent ages talking abt politics and philosophy and fantasy (he got me into asoiaf) and i wasnt always as oblivious to romantic stuff as i am now, so i always felt there was some intent there, but something always held me back. i kept telling myself "oh ur so shallow, he may not be the handsomest guy around, but you should give him a chance despite that, bcs hes really nice and kind and smart". and holy fucking god how fucked up is that?! that is fucking patriarchal gaslighting at its fucking WORST, bcs now i realize that wasnt me being shallow. that was me being uncomfortable, the same kind of uncomfortable i felt while i watched that scene and that i felt when he kissed me that one time and i turned away real quick and kinda ghosted him before ghosting was a thing. it was the unconfortable which comes from a twenty six year old man kissing a seventeen year old girl. fuck. just, fucking hell, i didnt even realize how messed up that was, and still is. so like, kudos to my internal alarm going off and not engaging in that kind of relationship. what i think also helped is that my friend at that time 18 was in a relationship with this 29yo dude, and i could feel red flags all throughout that relationship even if i couldnt articulate them, because of whom she turned down a scholarship for oxford and stayed in our shitty little town in the middle of nowhere, only to break up when she was 21. probably too old for him.

so basically i wanna say thanks taylor, for putfing all this into perspective for me. i havent stopped listening to the song for these past two days, and it really, really helps knowing that im not the only one.

#effervescentdragonrants #taylor swift #red taylor’s version #all too well #all too well taylor swift #all too well taylor's version #personal #tw gaslighting #tw minor x adult

[the-bau-quinjet]

Looks up, grinning like a devil

Chapter 10 of In Breakable Heaven!

Summary: Where did our reader end up?

Warnings: criminal minds level violence, mention of past teacher/student relationship

word count: ~1800

When you open your eyes, you are struck by how dark it is. After you moved to DC, it took a while for you to grow accustomed to not having complete darkness. Even in your apartment at night, light still filters in through the curtains.

At first, you assume the power went out or something, but then you notice something else: the fact that you’re not in your bed. In fact you’re not in any bed. You’re in what feels like a weirdly shaped box.

 That’s when it all comes back to you. You had just hung up the phone after talking to Spencer when someone grabbed you from behind. You tried to fight, but they stuck a needle in your arm.

 The memory causes a jolt of pain in your arm, waking you up. Based on what you can feel and hear, you determine you are in the trunk of a car. You’ve got no way of knowing how long you were out for, or how far you’ve travelled since then. You can feel the panic setting in, but you don’t have much time to think about it before the car is coming to a stop.

 At first you assume it’s a red light or a stop sign, but then the engine cuts out. Without being able to see, every noise you hear seems amplified. Somebody slams the door, walking around to the trunk.

 Before you can come up with a plan, the trunk is thrown open. The light feels blinding as a hand reaches for your arm, dragging you out of the trunk.

 “Move. Let’s go.” The voice is younger than you would’ve thought, and surprisingly enough sounds like a woman. You’ve been around Spencer and the team enough to know most offenders are male.

 You stumble as your feet hit the pavement, eyes slowly adjusting to the lights. You blink a few times, trying to take in your surroundings. You’re in a parking lot, but you don’t recognize the surrounding area.

 The woman drags you along with her. “Don’t even think about running. I’ll drug you again if you don’t cooperate.” You simply nod in response, trying to take in as much information as possible about where you are.

 The area looks empty, but not abandoned. It is clear people still you the building, it just must be closed. Once you’re inside, you realize you’re in a high school, which makes sense since the woman seems so young.

 She pulls you through the halls until you’re in what looks like a history classroom. There is a few globes on a shelf in the back, books littered across the teacher’s desk, and a few assignments written on the white board in the front.

The woman pushes you into a chair, immediately tying your hands and feet. “Now, we’re going to play a game.” She says slowly, as if you might not understand. “I’m going to ask you some questions, and if I don’t like your answers… well, it’ll hurt.” She pulls various knives out of the duffle she was carrying, tossing them on the ground in front of you.

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Spencer’s head is reeling. The second note has so much information in it, and yet he can’t figure out what any of it could mean.

 “Reid, what songs did he use this time?” Rossi poses the question, writing the titles on the evidence board.

 “Hey Stephen, Back to December, Fifteen, Sad Beautiful Tragic, This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, exile, Bad Blood, mirrorball, Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince, mad woman, Call it What You Want, The Man, Don’t Blame Me, and White Horse.” He listed the songs without having to think about it.

 “Our unsub could definitely be a woman. I mean, mad woman, the Man? Those are some pretty obvious clues.” Emily threw the idea out as soon as Reid was done listing titles.

 “Definitely. And she’s young if the note is accurate, fifteen three summers ago would make her 18 now.” JJ added, looking through potential case files.

 “What strikes me is the love affair that we took away.” Derek added. “Could we have put away someone she thought she was in love with?”

 “Of the three child predator cases we had, there was only one that dealt with teenagers.” Reid stated, scanning the files laid out in front of him. “Garcia, what happened to Matthew Bradson after he took the deal to do jail time?”

 The only sound in the room was Garcia’s typing as everyone awaited an answer. “He was sentenced to three life sentences, one for Sadie Pullman, one for Kayla Fibbs, and one for Carly Spires. He stayed in DC Department of Corrections, but was killed two weeks ago in a prison riot.” “So our unsub was separated from who she perceived to be her love, and the stressor for taking Y/N was his death.” Hotch stated, earning nods from the rest of the team.

 “Sadia Pullman and Kayla Fibbs were killed before we were called in on the case. We saved Carly Spires though.” JJ read from the case file.

 “The notes said she would be right where we left her, lost in the lights where they whispered she’s a bad, bad girl.” Rossi read from the notes pinned to the evidence board. “Where did we find her?”

 “The high school. We found Bradson and Carly in his classroom. He was collecting items from his desk, and she had a bag with her, as if they were going to run away together.” Spencer recalled from the day in question.

 “That makes sense. The bright lights from the football field, plus rumors about her must have spread like wildfire after the arrest was made.” JJ added.

 “And the man clue, men are praised for their sexual encounters while women are often shamed.” Emily suggested.

 “Garcia, send the address.” Hotch stated as he moved to put on his bulletproof vest, the rest of the team following suit.

 “Already done, sir. Get her back.” Garcia’s voice was firmer than ever before as the team ran from the room to the elevators, headed for their SUVs.

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 “Would you say having a relationship with an older guy is wrong?” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm as she stared you down. You haven’t gotten an answer wrong yet.

 “No, I- I don’t think so.” You were frantically trying to figure a way out of this, trying to profile like Spencer had shown you so you could answer the questions correctly.

 “Good answer. How old is too old though?” Her voice dropped with venom, willing you to get it wrong.

 “Um, I think… it depends… um” You stuttered trying to come up with a number that she would be okay with.

 “Depends on what?” Her words were growing harsher.

 “Well, um, maturity level I guess. As long as the two people are equals, the age gap probably doesn’t matter. It’s just if there is an imbalance in power, ya know? Then it might not be the best thing to do just because you don’t want to take advantage of anyone or anything like that…” Your eyes kept growing wider as you realized the hole you were digging for yourself.

 “You see, I don’t think I like that answer.” Each word was enunciated with purpose as she walked closer, dragging the knife along your arm. Before you could reply, she quickly sliced across your right shoulder.

 You couldn’t stop the slight whine that escaped your lips.

 “What? Did that hurt? Poor. You.” She sliced across your shoulder again before asking another question. “Here’s another one. Would you be mad at the people who ruined your relationship?”

 “I don’t know, probably.” You were trying to hold back the tears as the woman started pacing.

 “Not good enough.” She punctuated the sentence with another cut. “Why are you here?”

 “B-B-because you brought me here.” Your words were quiet. You knew it was the wrong thing to say, but you couldn’t think of any other reason.

 “Wrong again.” Another cut. “You’re here because the people you call friends ruined my life. I’m just trying to repay the favor.”

 --

 The team’s two SUVs pulled into the high school parking lot, recognizing the lone car from the video Garcia found. “She’s here. Rossi, Prentiss take the left. Reid, Morgan the right. JJ and I will go straight. Clear the area and move toward the history classroom. If we’re right, that’s where they’ll be.” Hotch called out the orders as the team entered the school, immediately splitting up to search each hallway.

 Their footsteps echo through the halls of the empty school, clearing each classroom they pass. Minutes later, the team converges on Bradson’s old history classroom. Two voices can be heard inside.

 “Answer the question.” Carly Spires sounds enraged, screaming without regard for who could here. “Answer it now!”

 “I don’t know! I don’t know who you are or what happened or why you’re so mad at them.” Your voice is quiet in comparison, almost raw from crying. “I don’t know.” The sound of you in pain nearly brings Spencer to tears.

 “Wrong again.” She cuts into you again, drawing a scream that you try your best to stifle.

 “FBI, drop your weapon.” Hotch moves into the room, followed by Spencer, Derek, Emily, JJ, and Rossi.

 “The whole gang’s here. Perfect.” Carly shifts the knife, pointing it into your back, suddenly calm after showing so much rage. “We’ve been playing this little game for hours. What took you so long? I thought my clues were so obvious.”

 Spencer made eye contact with you while he moved farther into the room. You did your best to reassure him you were fine, but your smile felt more like a grimace.

 “Put the knife down. Now. There’s no way out of this for you.” Hotch tries talking her down, but she just laughs in response.

 “No way out huh? That’s what you said to Matthew to get him to abandon me. I had no one left. The only person who ever truly cared about me left, because of you.”

 “Carly, Matthew didn’t care about you. He would’ve killed you if we hadn’t of caught him.” Hotch continued.

 “Liar! He loved me. And when he left everyone turned on me. I was alone. You took him from me, so I’m taking something from you.” She drove the knife into your back quickly, surprising everyone in the room.

 She put her hands up after that, allowing Derek to take her into custody. “Surprise. Not enough time to profile me, bet you didn’t see that coming.” She laughed maniacally, a sickening grin on her face as Derek pulled her from the room.

 Spencer stood frozen, watching the life drain out of your eyes as Emily and JJ untied you. Hotch called for a medic, moving Spencer out of the way.

 Even when you were on the stretcher, being wheeled out of the room, Spencer couldn’t move. He just stood there, watching you leave.

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[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Crossover Yandere Delta Warriors And Kris’s Three Souls

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Credit for Steven Universe Series goes to Rebecca Sugar

Credit for Deltarune & Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano & Spindlehorse

Credit for Yandere Simulator goes to YandereDev

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I do plan to post this drawing at the other place I post fan art at.

also the reason why Ayano has different color eyes,

has to do with the Genocide Route, Neutral Route and True Pacifist Route of Yandere Simulator.

like depending how we play, if we go full Geno-Route

our eyes, well Ayano’s eyes....become Red.

but if we befriend a rival and help other students, and not kill anyone in yandere simulator.....

Ayano’s eyes will become blue.

why Sans is wearing Steven Universe’s clothes and Pink Steven being right next to him should be obvious.

it has to do with Sans and Steven being one in the same.

and when the Human Half of Steven died, he was reborn as Sans

but the gem half that makes “Pink-Steven” reforms but Human-Steven is not close by and most likely left to maybe to go live with his new family, his new Dad that speaks in hands and his new little brother Papyrus.

the dark purple soul belongs to Knight, the light turquoise blue soul belongs to Kris, and the Red Soul belongs to the Player.

I believe that before the Player’s Red Soul ends up in Deltarune (in Chapter 1), the Knight who is the Dark Purple Soul had made Kris’s life miserable by pulling dark pranks on others, even if Kris could pull some pranks....they would not willingly cross the line, that would be the Knight’s doing.

yeah I have a theory that the Knight had done dark pranks by making Kris do them and making everyone believe it was Kris, while technically it was but at the same time it was against Kris’s will.

think about it, we never did any of those dark pranks that those in Deltarune mention.

so it makes sense that it is the work of the Knight, who’s soul has been controlling Kris before we got there.

and the only time Knight does take control,

is when they are about to do something sneaky and they rip our soul from Kris’s body and the reason why Kris doesn’t fight back is because the Knight is much stronger than them.

it is possible that the only time we are stronger than the Knight, is during the day time in the Lightner’s World and when we are in the Dark World.

but once Nighttime happens, the Knight has the power to control Kris and pull us the Players.

so if this is true, this means that Kris has two souls in them trying to fight for control.....one being the villain known as the “Knight”

and the other being us the Player, the Red Soul.

I see that as fan headcanon.

in theory if the Crystal Gems and Connie, didn’t know that Steven died and became Sans.....

like it happen some time after the end of Steven Universe Future.

Sans might have Alphys help with that, by cloning a homunculus steven body, that the Pink-Steven will be put in and make it so that no one knows Steven had died and became a Magical Talking Skeleton.

well that could be one way to keep the Crystal Gems, Connie, Greg and everyone else from Beach City from finding out what happen to Steven....if he had died off-screen and was brought back to life by Gaster as Sans.

I would like to see a crossover fan art with the meme

Gaster: *hugging Sans* stay away from my Son. 

Greg Universe: but he’s my Son!!

Gaster:.........Stay Away From YOUR Ex-Son......who is now MY Son.

even if we love Steven Universe

(and some of us do love Steven Universe Future)

at least we now know now that the Steven Universe Future,

was NOT the start of Steven’s problems......it was just the boiling point.         

Greg was not a great dad, something we should of seen from the start of the first Season but couldn’t.

I plan to re-watch the first series of Steven Universe, to really watch it

and notice the stuff that we never truly notice before....

like even if the Crystal Gems did make some mistakes with how they treated Steven most of the time during his childhood.

and Amethyst did start to become a better big sister to Steven,

like with the whole finding out his Mom is Pink Diamond.

even if not a lot of fans liked Steven Universe Future, because of different reasons....

but we have to acknowledge the problem Steven was having didn’t start in the Steven Universe Future.....it started in the first series.

even if Steven had his good days, he did end up with trauma and he didn’t see a doctor until Steven Universe Future....

which you can thank his “Ex-Dad Greg” for that.

most families have excuses for not being able to go to a doctor.

after becoming rich, Greg could of hired Steven a tutor

and send him to school.....though I don’t think you have to be rich to do that.....at least I don’t think so.

but we can’t place the blame on Steven, even if his Human and Gem Family loves him dearly....

it doesn’t help that Greg and Connie form a “Human Beings Club”

kind of excluding Steven and making him feel a type of negative emotion.

I believe what Steven was feeling when he also says “human beings.”

was a type of negative feeling, but like still wanting to be included in the human bonding that his Dad and Best Friend (Future Girlfriend) were having.

Greg was a bit disappointing in the episode where he took Steven to where his parents lived.....

just when Steven was becoming more better and even enjoyed finding out about his Dad’s past.....Greg only made things worse again,

when he couldn’t understand why his own son was upset with him.

 there might of been more to the story of Greg’s Parents than what Greg told so far.....it is possible that one of Greg’s parents had very sensitive hearing and couldn’t handle really loud music.

and Greg could of broke that rule many times and that is why his parents don’t allow any music in the house.

even if that episode tried to play that Greg was a victim, it might not be 100% true.....

yes Pink’s punishments were unjust at times, but we have to remember how bad she was before she given Earth.

so most of her punishments were just, meaning she deserved them.

while other times she didn’t deserve them at all.

the problem might be that both Greg’s Parents

and Blue & Yellow Diamond, would punish Greg and Pink even at times when they didn’t deserve it.....

but it could be that before they did start punishing them,

they let them get away with so much and one point both of them crossed a line that it became too much for Greg’s Parents and even Yellow & Blue, and they had no choice but to ground them

to Greg’s Room and Pink’s Tower.

once again the problem with Steven

didn’t start in Steven Universe Future,

it started at the very beginning in Steven Universe.

the the boiling point maybe started in the Steven Universe Movie,

then the breaking point started in the Steven Universe Future.

not all fans of Steven Universe, have to like Steven Universe Future.

I happen to love Steven Universe, Steven Universe Future and the Movie.

but we have to try to come to terms that the problems Steven was having, didn’t start in Steven Universe Future.

it started in Steven Universe, and even if not a lot of fans will accept that.....well it is their choice, and they should accept it by their own free will to.

I do plan to re-watch the first series to see if Steven had more than one bad experience which would of been one of the first problems he had before his breaking point in Steven Universe Future.

I know at first I thought of the Steven Universe Future

as the time he had his boiling point, but in correction it would be his breaking point that would get worse over time.

the boiling point would be the first stage, which would start in Steven Universe Future.....when more of his mother’s past misdeeds would come to light.

 the breaking point would slowly consume and get stronger for Steven, to the point where he would end up becoming Monster-Steven.

Steven becomes a gem monster because of all the negative emotions,

he only gets better once everyone realize what they didn’t do for him.

being there for him when he needs it.

at times we could pretend that everything is fine for others,

like acting like we are only a little sad but doing pretty okay now.

but that might not be for the best....even if we might think it is.

          Sans might be a future version of Steven,

who had gotten better and learned from his past, but could still hold on to some form of bitter memories.

like what if the one calling Connie, when Steven proposed to her...

wasn’t Connie’s Mom but was a Boy that Connie was Dating.

and she still liked Steven, but couldn’t bring herself to tell Steven.

well hopefully that isn’t true and that was just Connie’s Mom.

we know that a lot of fans were worried for their ship.

well the Sadie and Lars Ship had became the Friend Zone Ship.

meaning it went from “I Ship It” to “I Bud It”

Shep seems nice though, when I did first see them on the opening I didn’t know if they were a boy or a girl.....

but it turns out they are nonbinary, so it’s nice that the episode where they officially appeared on (as well as their bio.) had confirmed Shep’s identity.

I think I still need to figure out the whole Gyno-Agender

or Feminine-Nonbinary thing.....

I wonder how many fans of both Yandere Simulator and Undertale/Deltarune.....

would think that Fun-Girl from Yandere Simulator,

reminds them of Gaster....?

well Fun-Girl does remind me of Gaster, it be nice if both games did canon crossovers.

well there is that Yanderetale,

but maybe that is only Semi-Canon.....maybe?

there is another crossover drawing I did, that has to do with Undertale/Deltarune and even another game....

but I will wait until tomorrow to post it.

hope some of you like this drawing.

I wonder if it be weird to Crossover ship Sans x Collin....? ��

I will think about it, but it might leave me a little sheepish. lol       

#yandere simulator #pink steven #sans the skeleton #collin helluva boss #charlie magne hazbin hotel #ayano aishi #berdly #noelle holiday #susie deltarune #kris deltarune

[marybethsjournal]

Just For Tonight

Summary: Abigail makes a promise to join when he’s injured in Colter; John is determined she make good on said promise.

Pairing(s): John Marston/Abigail Roberts

Word Count: 2146

Warnings: 18+, smut, face sitting, the works

More Abi/John works from me was requested by @redeadepression, so here you go! I hope you like it! 

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29810562

“Shit, woman, if you need a place to sit, come here”

Abigail had been mortified when she heard John say this in the Colter cabin in front of the whole gang when she had been complaining about not having a place to sit. She had scolded him profusely at the time, telling him how that was only their business, not the whole gang’s, and that he was far too weak to even be thinking about that. John had just been devoured by wolves and now he was trying to have her ride his face? That man was relentless.

Later the same night however, when everyone had long since gone to bed and she was checking on John one less time before laying down with Jack to finally get some much needed rest, John grabbed her hand.

“When I heal we can do it, though right?” he asked, gently running his hand over her. A rare moment of pure affection.

“What are you talking about you silly man?” she responded, having forgotten all about earlier.”

“You’ll let me appreciate you, like I said earlier. I know we don’t do that much anymore, but it’s the least I can do, with you nursing me back to my dumb, ugly self.”

Abigail hesitated before uttering a quiet, “Okay. Once you get better.” Before letting go of his hand and going off to bed.

Abigail was sure John didn’t remember that now. She didn’t think he’d remember much of Colter at all. His brains had been half eaten, after all. And even despite that, now that they were setting up camp at Horseshoe Overlook, both of them were real busy. John had better things to do than any funny business than her, especially funny business that put her first. A part of her wanted all this will we, won’t we bullshit to end for good, but part of her wanted him to pull her into his tent and rock her world. She didn’t suppose that she could be blamed for this, she had a Hell of a looker, despite what John said of himself.

She couldn’t think much about John and having her world rocked, however, because Jack was running around asking everyone questions when they were just trying to set up camp. She walked up to where her son was, asking yet another invasive question.

“Why do you cry all the time?” Jack asked Molly innocently.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Molly retorted, visibly uncomfortable.

“No I heard-” Abigail grabbed Jack’s shirt before he could cause anymore damage to Molly’s mood.

“Where are we going,?” “Let go of my shirt, mama.” Jack, not getting the hint, kept babbling on. 

“Jack Marston,” she started in a stern voice when they were out of earshot, “What did I tell thoughts in your head?”

Jack thought long and hard for a moment before responding with an air of uncertainty, “That some thoughts are Jack-only thoughts?”

Abigail nodded. “Yes. And when you have a question about someone, how about you ask Mama the question first, okay?”

“Okay Mama!” Jack affirmed.

“You play right here, okay? Mama and Aunt Tilly are gonna set us and Pa places to sleep. I’m gonna find your toys somewhere in all this mess too and I’ll bring them back to you.”

Jack nodded and after ordering him to behave himself, Abigail began helping Tilly to pitch John’s tent. She grumbled a little when reflecting on the fact that she and Jack’s tent hadn’t been saved but John’s had. A cruel world they lived in. She pushed the thought aside. The mood in the camp was tense enough, what with all the lives they had lost. She didn’t want to add her dumb complaints into the mix

The whole camp worked until sundown to get the large clearing to start to resemble a place they could call home. Not as glamorous as the Blackwater setup, but it would do just fine. The camp was something to be proud of for the gang. They had all worked together for what they had and that, in of itself, was a beautiful thing.

Abigail had just sung Jack to sleep and was walking over to talk to Sadie (she wanted to make sure the poor woman was alright) when John stopped her outside of his tent. “Where do you think you’re going?” John blocked her path.

“Leave me alone, John.” she tried to push passed him but John, having other ideas, held her in place and tutted her.

“Don’t talk to me like that. Come here, we had a deal.” he gestured towards his tent.

“You remember that?” Of course Abigail knew what he was referring too, she had thought about it on and off again all day today. She was just surprised that he remembered and was serious about this.

“‘Course. You changed your mind, huh? And I’m the one that breaks promises.” John teased her, his tongue dripping with sarcasm.

God, this man knew how to make her blood boil. “I keep my promises, John Marston. Come on then.” Abigail dragged him into the tent.

Abigail turned around to see John wearing the goofiest grin, as if he had won. She wanted to wipe that grin off his face immediately.

“What are you waiting for? Lie down. Now.” Abigail told him sternly, hands on her hips.

John chucked at her tone, amused that she was trying to boss him around. He began to unbuckle his belt but Abigail promptly stopped him.

 “What do you think you’re doing, Marston? Don’t think having a lady riding your face requires that.”

“I-” John was speechless at Abigail’s assertiveness. He did what she said and lied down on the cot, a little unsure of himself. What had he got himself into?

“You are a piece of work, you know that? You invite me to come sit on your face and then try to pull your dick out. That’s not gonna fly anymore. Someone’s gonna need to teach you how to be a gentleman.” Abigail scolded as she dropped her skirt and bloomers to the floor.

John, still unsure of himself but not dropping his cockiness act, responded, “By all means, darling, go ahead and show me.”

Abigail sure was glad she was about to make him shut up. She walked over to the cot and swung her legs over either side, sinking herself down on top of his waiting mouth. It had been a while since he had eaten her out, she wondered if he was as good as she remembered him being, or if she had simply been a young girl blinded by love at the time.

She got her answer almost immediately. The man annoyed her to no end, but she had to admit that he knew how to use his tongue.

“Fuck, John.” she moaned involuntarily when he licked a line down her cunt hungrily.

“I am a gentleman then, yeah?” He smiled beneath her, stopping momentarily.

“Shut your mouth already.” she grinded herself on his face to make him.

This time he finally took the hint and focused all his attention on her, not on talking. He spent most of his time running his tongue along her folds, focusing on the areas where she gave the most audible response to. Abigail was trying to keep up her domination act but couldn’t help but praise her man. “Good boy” “so good for me” and “such a gentleman” kept spilling from her lips without her thinking. Before long, however, she realized how well he was responding to the praise and continued on purposefully. He was being so attentive, she wasn’t used to that. He used to be like this, before Jack, but a lot had changed since then. She wondered if after today, he’d go right back to his usual, stubborn self. Probably.

Before Abigail could go too far down the rabbit hole of remembering all the stupid things John seemed to love to do, he brought her back into the moment by sucking on her clit.

“Y-yeah, keep doing that.” John didn’t snap back with a silly comment, but Abigail could feel him smirk beneath her.

A few more minutes of this and she was going to come on his tongue. That was rare for her these days. She usually finished herself up after John was done with her. That made her feel a little bit used and not appreciated, to tell the truth. This was certainly a welcomed change and as much as she would like to finish like this, she knew John must be straining against his pants by now and she didn’t have it in her to deny him release.

She pulled back from John and he looked up at her with a quizzical face, as if to ask what was wrong. She noticed the coat of wetness lining his lips and stubble.

“You look good like that” she complimented him, biting her lip. He sure was a sight to be beholden.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” he responded, grabbing at her thighs to pull her down once more. She shook her head as a warning for him to stop.

“You hard for me, Marston?” 

“Uh huh.” he gulped, eyes glazed over in lust.

Abigail felt behind herself below his belt and was rewarded with his large bulge. She smiled unabashedly and unbuckled his belt, freeing his rock hard dick from his pants.

“You know, if you’re good, I’ll let you fuck me.” Abigail purred, lazily stroking John.

“Haven’t I been good?”

“Yes, but I want you to do something for me.” she continued in the same tone.

“What-,” John let out a labored groan, “What do you want from me.”

Abigail knew he’d do anything she wanted to at this point. She had him right where she wanted him.

“Tell me you love me.” Abigail demanded, stopping his stroke now, leaving John without any friction. She laughed lightly when he instinctively humped the air, trying to find any friction possible. 

“Abigail you know-” Abigail knew what he was about to say. He always had a hard time saying those words, for some reason. She had gotten it out of him before, but it was rare. Even Jack heard it from him more, not that that was saying much.

“Fine then.” She bluffed, picking his skirt and bloomers off the ground and going to start putting them on. 

“No! You know I do. Ugh- I love you, Abigail. I really do.” He whimpered, frustrated out of his mind. 

Abigail dropped her clothes but made no effort to move. “There sure was nice, you stubborn man, but I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know? I said I loved you.” John was becoming more desperate by the second.

“You know you’re mine, right? Every part of you, mine.” Abigail walked closer to him and bent to eye level with John, maintaining intense eye contact.

“Yeah, I’m yours.” John nodded, fully aware that his cock was twitching.

“So how about,” Abigail paused, “A ‘I love you, mistress’?”

John looked up at her bewildered, but after a pause of no longer than a second, repeated, “I love you, mistress.” 

“That’s a good boy. You’re doing such a good job listening today.” Abigail praised as sunk down on his cock. Fuck, she had missed this.

“God, you feel so good,” John thrust up into her “and so tight. Fuck.”

“We could do this more if you weren’t such an ass” Abigail retorted in a faux sharp tone.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve teased me enough tonight.” John retorted, grabbing her hips roughly, pulling her down towards him. She let him, she liked enjoying herself and letting him do the work.

It didn’t take long of bouncing on his thick length before Abigail came undone (before John for once), moaning her partner’s name loudly. He helped her ride out her orgasm and subsequently tried to pull out.

“No, cum in me. Please.” Abigail requested, sensitive but still turned on. Abigail knew John preferred to finish in her and he had earned the privilege today.

Abigail didn’t have to tell John twice. The words themselves almost sent him over the edge. A couple more strokes and he finished inside her, happy as a lark. 

The two of them laid down in silence for a moment, Abigail on top of John, before John lifted her head and said, “Y’know, I really do love you.”

“I love you too.” She gave him a quick kiss. He smiled against it.

“Thank you. For this.” he told her, he looked in her eyes in an attempt to signal that the sentiment was genuine. 

“Sure. I best be going. Goodnight, John.”

And just like that she was gone. John knew they’d probably be yelling at each other in the morning, but at least they had enjoyed themselves for the night.

#nsft #John Marston #abigail roberts #john x abigail #Red Dead Redemption #rdr2 #rdr2 fic #jack marston #rdr

[julessworldd]

Cheerleader and the future rockstar

Warnings: cussing, there’s a jock being an ass talking about the Oc in a gross, sexual way. arguing a little.

A/N: I don’t know much about Izzy’s family life, like his mom and brothers name. I think the one I had is right for his younger brother. And what year he finished high school, bare with me. Oc’s home life is sorta sucky even though she’s the rich cheerleader. she’s not snobby at all like the sterotype everyone has about cheerleaders. I will make a part 2!

@slashscowboyboots​ @roger-taylors-car​ @reigns420​ @awildkaitlynhasappeared​ @ginny-rose-sixx​ @izzysguitar​ since you liked the post last night about the upcoming fic :)

High school Au of Izzy.. Izzy falls for the cheer captain after, she offers her help on an essay in English. Here's the thing the cheerleader has loved Izzy since he grabbed her from falling down the stairs, sophomore year. 

Many know Jeff Isbelle or now Izzy for lots of things. He was the cool, stoner, who was planning on being a rockstar with his buddy, Bill Bailey. To some teachers he was hell on wheels, "The badboy" even though he barely talked. Jocks: Izzy was a creep, just another shadow, stupid stoner who needs to have better life plans. To Judith Channing Izzy was: her crush of two years, wanted to spark a conversation, but her red and black cheer uniform stopped her. Izzy hated the cheer squad because their "Loyalty" to the jocks, they were too happy for his liking at 10 am. Judith remembers when Tommy Lockeler tried to push her down the 3rd floor stairway after, she told him she thought he was nothing but a whore and didn't want to go on a date.  Felt like it was yesterday.. 

I stared at Tommy as he was putting his claim about him being a manwhore. His face got redder and redder by the minute.. 

"Keith told me you had such a tight pussy, Channing. Wanna let me test his theory out? Probably won't you're just a bitch", Tommy spat back.

"Fuck you, Tommy. You just proved my point right there! God, you're so stup-", I felt the air out of my chest leave as I tumbled backwards into someone's arms.  "Whatever", I heard Tommy stomp away. "Hey, hey. You okay?", I heard a soft but gravely voice ask. I opened my eyes to see a tallish boy with medium brown hair, hazel eyes holding me, face with concern. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for not letting me bust my head open, uh?", I said, holding my hands flat on his chest, one hand clutching his Rolling Stones' shirt. "Jeff, but I go by Izzy. Aren't you that Channing girl?", Izzy said, pulling me up, pushing a hair out of my face. "Yeah, I'm Judith. Nice to know my hero's name, Izzy", I blushed.  Izzy grinned, "What made Tommy try to commit murder after lunch anyways?" I smoothed out my uniform skirt, "Just the guy I lost my-", I realized what I was about to say to the new guy. "My hat, this summer. Tommy wanted to- '', I said, but Izzy nodded and seemed to understand what my 'hat' actually was. 

"Well, Keith needed to keep his mouth shut. Tommy is just an asshole, he's a jock they're all the same'', Izzy grumpled. "Yeah, you're right", I said. "Judith! We're gonna be late to practice, come on!", Erin yelled down the hall. "Thanks again, I appreciate it a lot. See ya around, Izzy", I smiled. "No problem. Have a good practice, Jude", Izzy said, reaching into his jacket pocket for his Malobros.  I watched Izzy smirk and skip down each stair, his cute ass bouncing as he went down. "Judith!", Erin yelled again, taking me away from my hero. 

Crazy how that's been two years ago, Izzy doesn't recognize me or chose to at least. After that day, I had a big secret crush on the Johnny Thunders of Lafayette. No guy gets me like Izzy does, Izzy barely knows me but he has such a big affect on me.  I walked into Mr. Allan's senior english class, there was a seat by the window, behind this dark headed boy. I sat down behind him, judging if I liked this seat. It was close enough to board, not in the very very front, nice view outside. "Oh Mike?", the kid turned around. "Oh, you're not Mike. Hi", I looked up and it was Jeff Isbelle. "No, sorry. Is this seat taken?", I asked as my heartrate rose. "No, he came in for a minute, guess he left before I noticed", Izzy said. "Okay class, let's get started!", Mr. Allan clasped his hands together. Allan was going over what we would be doing in the class before we graduated in June. Same bullshit honestly. Read Shakeperse, write essays, read other dead guys' writings. 

Two weeks later, Izzy was still seated in front of me. Making 3rd period class time hell, if you call getting to see his beautiful self plop down everyday. "Alright guys, we finished McBeth and now I'm wanting you to write about how you took the play. I'm asking if you liked the ending, if not write how you would have ended instead. You can use the books, notes we took, even chapter tests I gave back. Due in two weeks", Mr. Allan stated before sitting back at his desk.  It was getting close to 4th period, meaning I could leave for the day, no cheer practice today too. 

"Hey Judith?", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what's up?", I asked from writing my draft. "Did you keep anything from this unit? I lost my binder", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what do you want?", I smiled. "Notes, I guess. I'm not sure how I wanna write this shitty essay", Izzy grinned. Damn what a beautiful smile. I handed him every note I took on the play, side notes, everything.  "Pretty smart for a cheerleader", Izzy said, grabbing my notes. "I liked the play really well, okay?", I fought back.  "If you say so, Judith", Izzy turned back around. 

I walked in the empty room, well thought it was empty. Izzy was sitting in a desk next to Mr.Allan's desk, "Oh sorry, sir", I started to turn around. "It's okay, Judith. Actually, I need you for something", Mr. Allan smiled. I stood next to Izzy. "With what?", I asked. "Mr. Isbelle said you gave him his notes, the first day I assigned this essay. I'm just wanting to make sure he's not lying is all", Mr. Allan said. "Jeff is telling you the truth, sir. He asked if I still had anything about the play and wanted my notes for a starting point, I guess. You said we could use anything we did for the play", I said, starting to get offended he would assume Izzy stole my notes and wanted to cheat. 

"Okay, Judith. Well, since you're here go sit down.", Mr. Allan breathed out, probably embarrassed and a 17 year old girl started him out. The ball rang making Mr.Allan go out for hall duty and talk to other teachers. 

"Hey", Izzy said, standing in front of me. "Hi, Jeff", I smiled. "Thanks for backing me up with dickhead. If I tell you this, will you promise me you won't go to practice and gossip about me?", Izzy said clenching his jaw, he looked really hot. "Of course, Jeff. What's up?", I asked, rubbing my thumb over my other hand. "Your notes helped some, but I'm still stuck. Maybe, it's writer's block I need you to help me crap out this dumb essay. Please?", Izzy said. "Yeah, no problem, Jeffrey. I have cheer until 4:45, but I can meet you somewhere after.", I smiled. Izzy stared at me for a second, "Sure, that's cool. I can give you my address, mom's working late." 

I pulled up to Izzy's place, couple cars were parked outside. I decided to stay on the side of his street and yard, leaving a place for his mother. Izzy stepped out for a smoke as I got out, pulling my brother's t-shirt down. "Boyfriend's shirt?", Izzy blew out smoke from his lips. "No, brother's actually", I said, slinging my bag on my shoulder more. "Oh. Didn't know you had siblings, you gave me the spoiled only kid vibe", Izzy deadpanned. "No, three older brothers and two younger sisters.", I said, feeling small and embarrassed by Izzy. "My brother is here, just ignore him the best you can. He brought home some hamburgers, if you're hungry.", Izzy said, holding the door open. It was an average, but comfortable home. Pictures of Izzy and his brothers, with their mother lined the walls and a few tables. Tv by the wall, couple couches, chairs. Something wet touch my shein, "Sadie! Down. I'm sorry I thought Kevin set her out.", Izzy started to pull Sadie away by her collar. "She's okay. I have two dogs myself, I'm in her house, she's just checking me out. Yeah, you're a pretty girl", I said, bending down to pet her. "What kind of dogs?", Izzy said, sitting on a chair next to Sadie. "German shepherd, named Phoenix, Golden Retriever, Jagger. Jagger is new she's my baby like Phoenix", I said giggling as Sadie licked my hand. "Cool", Izzy mumbled. "Do you wanna start your essay or let me see what you have? Might not have to even start over", I got up and stood by his chair. "Damn, you're really about that essay", Izzy got up, going where I amused his room. 

 "Boys, I'm home!", A woman's voice entered the room. "Oh hi, dear. I didn't know Jeff had a girl over.", She smiled. "Yeah, I'm helping him on an english essay. I'm Judith Channing", I got up and grinned. "Channing? Channing? Is your father's name Frank?", She asked. "Yes, that's him", I said. "I went to high school with him, how is he?" "That's nice, uh he's good. Still in Chicago", I said. "Chicago?" "Yeah, business trip", I said, hoping Izzy would dash in or holler for me to come to see his room. "Does Jeff know you're here?", She asked with a worried look. "Yeah, we met outside. He went to his room for his english stuff, guess he fell to China '', I giggled. "Tell me about it, damn boy takes forever. Jeff! Did you forget about Judith? Jeffery Dean!", His mother yelled. 

"Mom, hey. Though I told you to come with me, Judith?", Izzy said standing beside me. "How was work, Momma?", Izzy hugged her. "Hi, I'm Kevin and you are?", Kevin, Izzy's younger brother checked me out. "Kev, let her alone she's with me", Izzy said, standing beside me protectively. "You're way way out of my brother's leguage. Hey Mom", Kevin said. "Come on. Holler if you need anything", Izzy grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. He grabbed my bag on the way. "Crack your door, Jeff. I mean it!", his mother yelled.  Izzy's room was nice, typical posters, navy blue bed set, desk with papers and pens, small nightstand with a picture of his family, set of records by his recorder player. I slid my shoes off by his desk and sat on the chair. Izzy flopped on his bed, unamused. 

"So what did you think about McBeth?", I asked. Izzy shrugged. "Izzy, your perspective is gonna help write this essay. Tell me", I scoffed. "Just a crazy dude that got killed for letting his power go to his side over what a couple hags had to say. I liked when he got ambushed by the people", Izzy sighed, rubbing his hair around.  "Okay, see that helps. So,you liked the ending and we can stretch your thought out into five paragraphs", I said, looking for a pencil.  "Listen, Judith I'm not in the mood for a stupid play from a dead guy from 400 years ago. Mr.Allan can go fuck himself", Izzy scoffed out. "If you didn't want me over why did you ask for my help. I do have other shit to do, Izzy", I pinched the bridge of my nose. This fucker made me drive half way cross town for this essay. "Then why did accept to come over and help?", Izzy spat back. "I don't know? Probably because I always help people who need help. It's what nice people do anyways", I rolled my eyes.

“Why did I have to ask a smart cheer captain for help?”, Izzy groaned.

“Sorry to break your little stereotype of cheerleaders being dumb and only want to fuck. You know what, Iz? I’m leaving, who cares if you finish the damn essay. Not like you care if you fail or pass, L.A won’t care either way”, I stood by his bed at his nightstand. Izzy stared up at me with confusion. “How do you know wanna go to L.A? I’ve never had a conversation with you before english”, Izzy raised up. “Bill told me you were thinking about if after graduation, he asked my help for math. We have talked before, Izzy. Sophomore year, you caught me from falling to my death after Tommy Lockeler, pushed me down the stairs. You had a Rolling stones shirt on, your hair a little shorter, guess I landed in your arms on a good day.”, I said, with tears in my eyes. “That’s you? No wonder you look familiar besides being a cheerleader. I’m sorry for being a dick, you did come out of your way for me.”, Izzy stood up from his bed. “It’s fine, Izzy. Why don’t you just bullshit it? I’m not feeling too great”, I sighed, walking to his desk for my bag. “Wait. Please don’t leave, I really need your help. I really liked the book and I’m sorta stuck.”, Izzy grabbed my wrist. 

“Okay. If I see you slacking I’m out, Isbelle”, I said. “Sit”, Izzy said, pushing his office chair to me. “Thanks”, I smiled. Izzy pushed a hair out of my face, “Sorry, it was bothering me”  I blushed, before looking away from him. Izzy chuckled, “Something you hiding from me, Judith?” “Tell you what, if you finish the essay, I’ll tell you what I’m hiding, deal?”, I bit my lip. “Deal”, Izzy smirked. Izzy’s brain was flowing and his hand was scribbling on the paper like he didn’t need me over. “Anndd done”, Izzy said, throwing his pencil in the cup he had on his desk. “Let me read it first”, I grabbed the two pages. “You lied”, Izzy whined. I scanned his paper looking for details of the play, if he had the right grammar, punctuation. “Looks good, Izzy. I’m proud”, I laid the paper down. “Thanks, now tell me why you were blushing?”, Izzy laid his hand on my jean clad thigh. “Do I have to?”, I whined. “I did my part, so it’s your turn, Channing”, Izzy said, not breaking his poker face. “Okay, don’t get mad. I have had a crush on since you caught me that day, at times I’m happy Tommy attempted to murder me that day. You happy?”, I stood from his chair and paced besides his bed. “Judith”, Izzy said.

“Hey, Judith, calm down. I have to tell you something too”, Izzy said, grabbing my hand. “What?”, I asked, scared to death he was gonna kick me out. “I like-”, “Hey dinner is ready”, Kevin opened his door, looking down at our hands. “I better get home, mom’s probably worried.”, I lied, she didn’t give a damn about me and my whereabouts. “Okay, I’ll walk you out”, Izzy said. We reached my car, “Well,thanks for the help. Guess I needed to be forced to write”, Izzy said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “No problem, I liked hanging out with you”, I smiled. Izzy nodded, “Be safe” “Sure thing. Night Izzy”, I said, unlocking my car door. Izzy stood until I turned at the stop sign from his house. I tried to skip school, to avoid the awkwardness between me and Izzy. He got really quiet after his brother barged in yesterday, at least he was nice enough to walk me to the car and waited for me to get on the main road again. 

I was headed to lunch but was really wanting to sneak out to my car and drive around for a while. Looking through the glass doors that lead to the front parking lot, I could hear my car whine for me to leave. “Fuck it”, I thought grasping the door and pushed it open. “Where do you think you’re going, missy?”, A deep male voice startled me. I turned around to see Izzy grinning. “Oh it’s just you. Come on, let’s ditch”, I smirked. Izzy nodded and opened the door. We ran down the stairs, to my car, laughing. “Why did you wanna skip? You have a good attendance record?”, Izzy asked, plopping into the passenger seat. “Just ready to leave, school was boring. I don’t have cheer practice today. You?”, I asked, starting the car. ‘Shattered’ The Rolling Stones played quietly. “Same reason as you, just fuck it. Didn’t take you as a Stones fan?”, Izzy smirked as I pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards town. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Izzy. My dog is named after Mick Jagger, remember?”, I smirked. Izzy nodded his head to the beat of the song, going through my cassette tape collection. 

We got out of my car and went to a pair of swings, Izzy groaned. “What’s the matter, afraid one of the stoners will catch you with the cheerleader?”, I smirked. “No, princess. Just haven’t swung since I was 9”, Izzy grumbled. “Suit yourself, Jeff”, I pushed my legs to swing. “You like cheerleading?”, Izzy asked. “It’s alright”, I said. Izzy lit a cigarette and watched me swing my legs back and forth. Izzy caught me as I slowed down, holding the chain, pulling me close to him. I looked in his hazel eyes, cigarette creeped on his breath. “After, I killed Kevin for bargin in on us last night. I got to thinking, we’re getting closer to graduation. I’m bailing this hoosier state, you’re probably going on to join a sorority at Purdue. I wanna tell you something”, Izzy said, breath fanning my neck. “What is it?”, I whispered. “I like you and wanna know if you’ll be my girl?”, Izzy nipped my bottom earlobe.  I pulled him into a kiss, holding his shoulders, “Thought you would never ask, Jeff” Izzy smiled down at me. “And I’m not going to college, Iz. I don’t have to pay to have friends, just so you know. Thinking about going to New York actually”, I whispered. “Wanna join me out west? Don’t go to New York, just cold as Indiana, baby”, Izzy held my waist. “I can do that”, I grinned, kissing his cheek. 

#izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin fanfic #highschool au #Oc!reader #Judith Channing

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For You? Always.

Chapter Five

Summary: Your best friend, Sadie, finally arrives. When she arrives, you introduce her to Ben. 

W/C: 2.9k

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Now that you were going to introduce Ben to Sadie, you had to tell her about him first. Since she was also a busy person, the conversation was short.

So, you gave her a small catch-up text after she told you to save the, “juicy details,” for when she got there. Those words only made you laugh, filling you with your usual anticipation of seeing her. 

As the week went by, you and Ben had only been able to go to dinner one night, and spent any other time together at work.

He had been wrapped up in work with Siara, leading to late nights and not being able to get much free time.

Ben assured you, though, that he was free for the weekend. Siara confirmed the statement. This weekend was going to be one to remember.

Finally, it was Friday. Sadie said that she would meet you at your office when she arrived despite your insistence to meet her at the airport.

Having little work, you waited for her with ever growing excitement. Time seemed to drag on as you waited.

“Do I smell smoke, or is that just this hotness I see,” Sadie said, standing in your office doorway.

Jumping up, you rushed over to give her a hug, basically barreling her over. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in months when you usually saw each other at least once a month.

“I’m so happy that you’re finally here. I have so much to tell you.” you told her. 

“Well, before that, let's go say hi to Siara. Also, hi Paisley,” she said as Paisley walked by.

Returning the greeting, Paisley continued on as she still had work to finish. She denied any offer of yours to help.

Going down to see Siara, you were also excited to see Ben. He hadn’t been able to find anything to make his way to you today, and you couldn’t find one to go to him. Well, you couldn't find an 'acceptable' reason.

Knowing that this would be the first time Sadie met him as well brought you into a tizzy. The wanting her to meet him, but the fear that she might not like him, filled you.

Heading towards Siara’s office, you saw Ben walk in as he looked down at a stack of papers in his hands.

Following behind him, you saw that the familiar cluster on the desk had been greatly reduced to a few files spread out. This was a shocking sight, as Siara and Jason always had piles of paper and folders over the table.

Seeing Ben look thoughtfully at the papers and conferring with Siara made you admire him more than you already did. The care and determination in his work made him seem so much more enchanting. 

“Well, well, well, if it ain’t little Sisi acting all grown up,” Sadie said jokingly. Siara’s eyes went wide followed by a large grin.

Unlike you, Siara hadn’t seen Sadie in over a year. Every time Sadie had been in town, Siara was bogged down in work. So, it was understandable when you heard an almost shriek of excitement as she bolted up.

Making your way over to a now standing Ben, you watched the ferocity of Siara’s hug with Sadie.

Leaning closer to Ben, you told him, “She doesn’t get to see her as often as I do.” A wave of understanding flooded his face.

For a few minutes, you two watched the reunited friends as they complimented each other’s looks and caught up on a few quick stories.

While they did this, you almost leaned against Ben. As you enjoyed his warmth, you felt his hand take yours. You smiled but kept your eyes on the other two in the room.

You waited until they were done to introduce him, all while reluctantly letting his hand go.

“Ben, this is Sadie, and Sadie this is Ben.”

He stuck out his hand for a greeting, but Sadie didn’t take it. Instead, she pulled him into a hug.

“Sorry, Ben. I should have warned you that she’s a hugger,” you said as you chuckled at his surprised reaction, Siara also laughing.

Giving a small smirk as Sadie pulled away, Ben replied, “It’s alright. It’s nice to finally be able to properly meet you. It's a pleasure.”

“Oh don’t be so formal.”

Then, she noticed something else he said.

"Properly meet me?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you that he used to go to high school with us," you told her.

"If I remember correctly, we didn't ever have a class together. That, and I wasn't overly noticeable."

He shyly rubbed the back of his neck as you said, "Oh, Ben, you weren't unnoticeable. I noticed you."

A small smile formed on his lips. One that you enjoyed seeing. For someone so successful and talented as him, you were tickled whenever he showed how humble and shy he was.

You didn't realise the two of you were looking at the other for too long until Sadie or Siara cleared their throat.

He looked over at you with his look of overwhelmed kindness, triggered from the moments before, earning a slight laugh.

Sadie saw this and noticed a bit more in his eyes when he looked at you. Especially in that one small moment. The look disappeared after he looked at her or Siara.

Making a mental note of it, she continued, “So, are you joining us tonight?”

“Joining you doing what?” Ben’s look changed to one of confusion.

“Only going to the finest place in town," she paused for effect, "McDonald’s.” Seeing his look of surprise earned a laugh from all except him. 

“Believe it or not, it’s been a tradition,” you chimed in. “Every time either of us arrives at the other’s, we head to the closest McDonald’s there is for dinner,” you continued stepping up beside him, letting your arm timidly graze his. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think to ask if you’d like to come tonight. Would you like to?”

Ben looked at you with soft eyes, procuring a smile from you as he nodded and said, “Only if you want me to.”

You did. You really wanted him to, even if it was for something like that. The only response you gave was the only response he needed, an affectionate smile.

For a moment, again, you were lost in his eyes. Being broken out of the moment, Sadie grabbed your attention by slightly pulling your sleeve.

“It’s about that time too, and I still have to drop off my bag,” Sadie said with a slightly impatient tone.

You looked to Siara to make sure it was okay to take Ben, and she nodded.

Grabbing his hand, you pulled him with you for a few steps before letting go to let him walk on his own.

As he stepped up beside you, he took your hand back in his while you walked together. At this, you looked to him and smiled. Sadie made that as another mental note.

On the walk over to your house, Sadie told you everything that had been happening in her world. There was so much that you could hardly keep up with the words.

This is why the two of you need to see each other so often. So that you can actually understand what she's saying.

Getting to your house, you pass her the key so that she could quickly run her things in.

Waiting, you leaned your head against Ben’s shoulder and he laid a slightly lingering kiss on the top of your head. The gentleness of it warmed you. 

What you didn’t know was that Sadie saw it happen. She went quick in hopes that she would see something. All she wanted was the best for you, and she knew you wanted to hear her opinion even if you hadn’t said it directly. This trip was going to fill with mental notes for her, and so far, none were negative. Not for your sake, anyways.

Finally Sadie walked out, urging you to follow her to get on with the tradition.

As you made your way to the usual McDonald’s you went to, Sadie kept up the fast storytelling. You looked up at Ben to find him just as lost in the information as you were, his overwhelmed expression slightly showing again.

“Hey, we’re going to go for a few drinks tomorrow. You should come, Ben,” Sadie suddenly said, cutting off her own story.

Feeling a bit frustrated because you were going to ask him, you looked at Ben with expectant eyes. Masking his dazed look with a smile, he agreed to come.

When Sadie turned back around, Ben leaned over to quietly say, “I haven’t been to a lot of bars. And when I have they’ve been empty except me and my colleagues. I don't know what to expect.”

You were slightly shocked, but you also weren’t that surprised. His personality was not one that you would place in a setting like that.

Bringing your other arm up to squeeze his for comfort, you told him what to expect. The bar you were going to was one that locals only really knew about anyway. That meant it would only really be the three of you talking in a relatively calm scene with not too many others, even on a Saturday.

Reaching the McDonald’s, the three of you ordered and Sadie gave no other option other than her paying.

Her talking of what’s happened in the last while had finally slowed down after you got your food and sat down at a table. Sitting beside Ben and across from Sadie in the booth seats, you were finally able to fill Sadie in on your time, which was significantly less exciting. 

“That’s it?” Sadie said, astonished. “What about what you and Ben have been up to?”

You froze, not knowing what to say, but Ben helped that. He gave Sadie the details from his first day to the dinner at the beginning of the week. One thing you were slightly thankful for was that he left out some of the more intimate details. You wanted to leave that to a private moment with her.

Though you’ve been together for about a week, it’s felt like you’ve been with him since the day you properly met a month ago. From how Ben even told it, he seemed to feel the same way.

Both of you looked into each other’s eyes as he finished the story, feeling happy in the moment.

Breaking the moment, Sadie started to joke about how the two of you were 'lovey dovey'.

Rolling your eyes, you got up to wash your hands from the oil and salt. Sadie took this as an opportunity to have a quick one on one with Ben.

“So, what are your intentions with my girl? Because if you break her heart, you will feel my wrath.” Ben felt a bit stunned at the suddenness of Sadie’s words.

She waited patiently as he took a moment to find the words.

“I want a life with her," he started. "We may have only properly been together for a week, but it's felt like it started last month when I first got here."

He paused for a moment. The words he was saying were true. What he was about to say would possibly surprise Sadie.

"Ever since I met her in high school, she has been amazing. Y/N was one of the few people that made me feel happy in those days. After finally properly meeting her, I felt even more drawn in. Every time she looks at me, I get lost in her eyes. Even in this month, I can’t picture a life without being by her side.”

Sadie listened to every word carefully, finding nothing that she thought would be a lie. The tone in his voice, the look in his eyes, he adored you. She gave him a smile.

“Then,” she began, “you deserve her. Most importantly, she deserves you.”

Ben rejoiced at the words, a grin growing on his face as you walked back.

Sadie quickly said, “All I ask is that you trust in her no matter what,” before you came into earshot. 

“Good to see she didn’t chase you off,” you said jokingly. They both laughed as you sat back down. Ben seemed happy before, but he seemed even more so now as you looked at him. His eyes seemed to glimmer more than they usually had.

After that, Sadie encouraged Ben to tell her some things about himself.

This filled about an hour of time as she kept asking him questions about certain details. You knew she was mainly doing that to see if it would annoy him, but at the same time she did show interest.

Not a single moment had a sign of annoyance, but a joy that he could tell these stories once again. In Sadie’s book, he had passed that test.

Once she felt content, Sadie made the suggestion of leaving. Doing so, you had once again taken Ben’s hand in yours. This time you had leaned in closer to him, taking in the comfort of his warmth.

Like she had on the way to McDonald’s, the way back was filled with her talking, but this time about stories with you.

Smiling and laughing when needed, you and Ben didn’t pay as much attention to the stories as you did to each other. With you pulling his arm closer, eventually wrapping both of your arms around his one, with your fingers interlaced with his, and him kissing the top of your head every once in a while as it rested against his shoulder. 

Moments like this have been increasing recently and you relished them.

The only positive of the seemingly quicker walk home was that Sadie was able to slow down her story telling. Yet, you wished it was longer so that you could stay with Ben for a little longer. Usually you’d create a reason to stay with him longer, but Sadie was here and you wanted to help him feel relief from the constant energy she gave off. You’d see him tomorrow.

“Well, when should I meet you tomorrow?” Ben asked.

“Meet us here around seven. Just a warning, one of us may not be ready,” you said this pretending to block your mouth and pointed at Sadie.

“Hey! At least I look good.” The three of you laughed, yours and Ben’s ending in a slight sigh.

As you all said your goodbyes, Ben gave you a warm smile. Seeing it brought a pleasant warmth flowing through you. Then, as you watched him walk away, a feeling of loneliness crept up. A wanting for him to be nearby.

With Ben rounding the corner, you hadn’t realized how long it had been as you watched him leave. Embarrassment ran through you when you turned back towards Sadie. She only had a knowing smile that didn’t help ease the feeling.

Urging you to come inside, she said she had something to tell you. Perplexed, you followed.

Your embarrassment started to fade as you tried to convince yourself that doing what you did was normal. Doubting it, though, only helped it creep back in.

Making herself comfortable on the couch, Sadie waited for you to sit, well, anywhere. Though you were nervous as to what she’d say, you sat next to her on the couch. Doing this made you feel slightly uncomfortable. Almost as if you were about to get the talk from your parents. Slightly because of that feeling, you didn’t want to make eye contact with Sadie in fear it would make it even more awkward. 

Finally working up courage to meet her gaze, she said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to say anything bad.” Relaxing your shoulders in solace, Sadie chuckled and gave you a moment before she continued. “I have never seen you this happy about someone in a long time. I have also never seen anybody so eager to be with you. Not even you know who.”

Knowing that your ex was a sensitive topic, it was an unspoken rule to never say his name. What she said about Ben had also made you feel elated.

Sadie continued, “Even from this one day, the way he just looks at you compared to everybody else, well, is pure adoration.” A smile started to form on your face. “Don’t get too hopeful yet. We still have tomorrow to get through which may hold the ultimate test.”

Confusion settled in at those words. “What do you mean by that?”

“I only said that it may happen. Also, I’m not telling you otherwise it would spoil the surprise.” A playful lilt was in her voice, but the thought brought a slight sense of fear to you. All you could think was that she planned something.

Even though she would say she would never, she would and she has. Not for something like this, but you couldn’t help but think she would.

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Looking at that joke grid of what every teenage show should have, and Glee matched them all apart from a beach episode, do you think it’s true to say they took on every single issue possible. And never actually dealt with any topic particularly well?

And that after season 2 really it became a mess as they were trying to cover all lot of stuff, as well as a lot of music? Was there a point when the plot became secondary to the music, and the plot was added after the songs chosen?

To answer your second question first... they always had themed episodes, even in season 1, and sometimes they worked, and sometimes they didn’t.  I’d say things like the Break Up episode really worked.  Other times, like Michael, it felt like it was stretching.  It really depended.  :) 

Okay, uh.... you know what, let’s go through the bingo card (post found here) and see how well Glee did... 

Pregnancy Scare: Well, not getting into Quinn, because that’s Teen Pregnancy, which I think is a different beast.  The actual tropey one is a scare, which was had by Rachel Berry in season 4.  And it was handled terribly.  Not only was it saddled with the tired -- who is the baby daddy drama -- it was forgotten, literally, an episode later.  Bad, show.  Bad.  

We Won The Game (Literal): They won the big game in Preggers and The Sue Sylvester Shuffle, both of which worked for not being a sports show.  

We Won The Game (Figurative): My god, every time they had a competition episode... some were handled well, others not so much... 

Parents Get a Storyline: Not very often though, but Burt and Carole’s romance and partnership remain a staple of the show. 

Fight!!!: Good god, this was, like, every other episode.  I think the most amusing was when it was less about physical fights (Finn/Puck; Quinn/Santana or Santana/Rachel) and more about Diva-Offs! 

He Cheated: So, I know we all collectively looked to Blaine on this one, but pretty much every character on this show cheated in way or another.  Again, some of it worked, some of it didn’t, and I don’t think Blaine’s was the worst one of the bunch. 

School Dance: You know, it’s surprising we didn’t have more of these. Prom Queen - good; Promasaurus - meh; Sadie Hawkins - relatively decent;   Tina in the Sky with Diamonds - not good.  

Someone’s Gay: I mean... they were all gay.  This is why we were watching the show, right? 

Celebrity Cameo: Thinking about it, I think most of them worked? Most of them.  I think Brittany Spears was way overhyped for what it was, and Lindsey Lohan really didn’t need to happen.  

Someone Gets Arrested: Sure, Puck did, that was almost always going to happen.  But what is interesting is that we didn’t have that very special... chased down by the cops thing that often happens in these shows -- and you know what, that’s fine.  

Overly Involved Authority Figure: Good god, to the detriment of the show itself.  

Girl Loses Her Virginity But Is Conflicted About It: Was Rachel that conflicted about it? I actually think Glee handled sex much better than most teen shows, tbh -- they had some great narratives centered around it, and with exception of the stupid ‘your first one is special’ stuff that got saddled onto Finn with Santana, I really liked a lot of the conversations being had -- especially about Marley and Mercedes, both of whom had valid reasons for not wanting to have sex. 

Issues Episode (That Is Never Mentioned Again): Oh, god, I feel like this happened all the time.  The catfishing and Ryder’s abuse was definitely up there, but school shootings and spousal abuse are also up there.  And yeah, these were usually the weaker storylines because they often felt out of place.  

Underage Drinking: BIOTA was actually fantastic, and I’m kind of surprised they never really went back to that well, but it’s nice that no one developed into an alcoholic (and if they were it was a joke; re: April Rhodes).  

Vague But Menacing School Project: I mean, ha, every one of Will’s theme weeks?  Did they ever do projects for other classes?? Did they take other classes???  

Love Triangle: I mean, you need a whole damn chart to unknot all the relationship threads.  Pick one, and I’ll tell you how well it worked (probably not well because love triangles don’t work).  

I Think I’ve Heard That Song: What trope is this exactly? Clearly, though, a show of musical covers is going to have a song you’ve heard. And you know what, most of them weren’t as bad anti-glee people wanted them to be.

Eating Disorder: AAAHHHHHH Marley’s eating disorder was the worst.  I am glad they dropped this. 

They’re On a Beach: It is a damn shame we never got a summer episode.  We did get some pool related things, and didn’t Sam model something on a beach set? 

Drug Addiction: Not really done (probably for the better) -- the show shied away from it, but I love that you can bring up Vitamin D cause that, and Sandy Ryerson’s Weed Empire, is the closest the show gets to tackling drugs.  Are’t drugs hilarious kids? 

We Lost The Big Game (figuratively): Ahh, the rest of the competition episodes, usually done better than the ones that they won. 

Clique Showdown: I mean, that was Ryan Murphy’s thing, right? Was it good? Lol, I have no idea.  The Bullying story with Karofsky was great.  The mean girl schtick got old really fast, though. 

Admission of Love: Kurt... there is a moment when you say to yourself, oh there you are... I’ve been looking for you forever.  (haha -- I think a lot of characters got this, and it was one of Glee’s better tropes.) 

Homoerotic Male Bonding: Well, um, yes.  Again, was this not what the show was about? 

Slut with a Heart of Gold: I loved that Sam was brought up -- yes!

School Shooting: Ug.  I think the ten minutes of actual tension during that episode was good.  Everything else related to that plot line was not. 

How’d Glee do, guys? 

#that's how s.o. sees it #1908jmd

[afternoonpoppy]

Camping

Poppy awakens from her slumber, aaaaaa! This was for a commission but also something I’d wanted to sit down and write for a looong while, so this finally got me to do it and I’m glad for that. This turned out longer than I expected but I had fun writing it, so I hope it turned out well!

A bit of a chill had started to creep into the night air, but Allister hardly minded at all. Being sat by a modestly-sized campfire with Wolfram beside him, there was plenty of warmth to go around. And besides, Allister was camping again! 

Sort of, anyway - it was honestly more of a meetup with friends for the evening, and they weren't even more than a twenty-minute walk from Allister's house. But the group had gotten a fire together, brought out a cooler with drinks, and even found some sizable logs to sit on. Allister preferred fold-out chairs, but his cousin Sadie had insisted it would make the whole night more 'authentic.' Plus, it did allow Wolfram and Allister to sit closer together. In all, they'd ended up with about nine people gathered together, some of them being mutual friends of Allister and Sadie, with others being acquaintances invited by said friends. The total was 'about' nine since Allister's coworker Vincent had shouted that they were going on an impromptu snack-run to the nearest convenience store thirty minutes ago.

"Honestly, I don't know what she was expecting to happen," Sadie was saying very emphatically from across the campfire. While the group had split off into their own conversations and activities, she'd recruited Allister and Wolfram into listening to the evening's third rant about the obnoxious roommate she'd been putting up with for the past while. "Like, she was gonna yell at me and then just expect me to finish cleaning up the apartment for her? I am under no obligation to do her laundry, thank you very much." 

Marcus, the other of Allister's two coworkers that had been invited, walked over to take a seat by the fire just in time to catch what was being discussed and followed up with, "I mean, you gotta remember, Sadie. This is the same girl that thought she'd just hand in a Wikipedia article for one of her college assignments. You think she thinks this stuff through?"

Allister's eyebrows furrowed as he stared into the fire and tried to parse that statement. "Wait, as in she plagiarized a Wikipedia article, right?" Surely Marcus hadn't literally meant -

"I mean, I guess it's still plagiarism if you download an entire Wikipedia page and send it to your professor, yeah."

Oh. Allister nodded, struggling for something to say to that, but quickly gave up. Even if that anecdote weren't so absurd that it demanded speechlessness, he'd been content to let his friends steer the conversations of the night. Allister was just glad to hear what they'd been up to as of late, as well as to have a chance to sit outside and enjoy the wilderness. Crickets chirped in the trees of the woods and stars coated the sky up above, making a beautiful sight. 

That sight had been one of his favorite things about moving out here from the city. The other being that he'd been able to meet Wolfram. Wolfram who had spent the first part of the evening nearly dozing off by the fire after the walk to the group's meetup spot, but looked to have regained some energy now that he'd been sitting down for a while. He hadn't bothered to take part in the conversation much either and had also been focusing on either the fire or the stars for most of the night.  Allister wasn't very surprised, though. Considering this was the first time Wolfram had properly interacted with... anyone else in this world in person, Allister was just glad to get him out of the house. Getting into the car was still a no-go, but perhaps that would be another day.

"So, Wolfram, what do you do, anyway? You work, doing the whole 'actually trying to learn' thing, what?" Sadie asked abruptly, apparently letting the previous topic rest for now. "I don't think Allister's ever mentioned."

Allister's eyes widened and he glanced at Wolfram. The two had long ago decided not to mention the whole... 'magic and other worlds' situation to other people for any number of reasons. Not least of all being concerns as to what sort of attention Wolfram would draw as a (somewhat, at least) practiced spellcaster. It wasn't as if the pair hadn't discussed what their cover story would be to other people, but it hadn't come up very much as of yet and Allister couldn't help but worry.

Still, Wolfram seemed unphased by the question and smoothly answered, "I'm a writer. Primarily focusing on short fiction at the moment."

"Whoa, cool," Sadie said with a grin. "What do you write, like, romance, fantasy, sci-fi? Romance? I'm into romance if you've got any of that."

"Apologies, no. It is fantasy, my current project is a series of stories taking place in the same setting, so right now much of my time working on it is spent on world-building."

Allister was impressed at Wolfram's confidence in that answer. Sadie nodded, reaching into the cooler near her for a drink. "Neat. I don't actually read a whole lot, so no promises, but I'll try and give it a look when it's done. Either of you guys wants a beer?" She held up an extra can and tapped on the side with one nail.

"No, thank you," Wolfram said.

Allister shrugged. "Yeah, sure, I'll have one."

Sadie aimed to toss it to Allister but realized the fire between them might pose a problem. Rather than stand up and walk around it, she settled for instead trying to throw the can around the fire at an awkward angle, which resulted in it flying off to the side and rolling across the ground a bit. Marcus stared at Sadie with eyebrows raised.

"Uh, I think we can let that one settle there for a while," Allister said, standing from his seat to grab a can from the cooler. "Let's not ask you to throw things when you've had alcohol."

Sadie objected by holding up her freshly-opened can and saying, "Hey, this is my first one, Alli!"

"That was a sober throw?" Wolfram asked.

"Wait, shit. Okay, yeah, let's say I was drunk for that."

For a while longer, the conversation shifted back and forth through various topics among the group. Eventually, though, Allister glanced over to the trees around the campsite. He leaned closer to Wolfram and asked, "Hey, you wanna go for a walk?"

"A walk?" Wolfram leaned against Allister's shoulder. "Where did you intend to go?"

"Nowhere, in particular. I just wanted to stretch my legs and get away from the fire for a bit. We don't gotta go far."

Wolfram thought for a moment, then said, "We walked here and have to do so again to get home, so I would rather not. Feel free to enjoy yourself, though, so long as you don't end up lost."

"You sure?"

"I'm not frightened of people, Allister," Wolfram said with a smile. "I can handle any questions your cousin directs at me. Either that or I can ask her something about her housemate and let her talk for another thirty minutes."

"Hmm, I guess so. Alright then, if you're sure. I'll make sure I can still see the fire anyway." Allister stood up, stretching a bit, noting that Sadie and Marcus had both wandered off to the rest of the group and were yelling into someone's phone at Vincent, demanding they return from whatever had distracted them on their snack run. Allister had meant to tell them he'd be back shortly but figured he wouldn't disrupt anything if he just stepped away from the campsite.

Once he'd gotten some distance away, he noticed how quiet it was out in the woods. He hadn't been aware of the background noise his social circle's chatter made until he could hear the contrast in nature's quiet cricket chirps. It was nice out here. Much more Allister's pace than when he lived out in the city with his family, but this was the first time he'd taken the time to stop and appreciate it even after moving out here.

He leaned back against a tree, occasionally sipping the beer he'd brought with him, and started searching the stars for any constellations he knew. The answer was none, he'd always been terrible at telling constellations apart and never knew where one ended and another began, but at least they were pretty.

Allister's thoughts were interrupted, unfortunately, as a strong hiccup shook through his chest. 'HUP!' He raised a hand to his chest in surprise and instinctively tried to muffle the next 'HMK!' to follow, his own hiccups startling him as they broke the silence.

"Why n - HULP - now..." he mumbled to himself. As usual, Allister's hiccups were fast and obnoxiously loud. Considering it was almost unheard of for his cases to start up with no reason, he cast an accusatory look at the beer can in his hand. "Thi - HUC - this is you - HIC - your fault - HUC-UP!" He sighed - or tried to with yet another hiccup interrupting - and turned his attention back up to the stars.

Allister had planned to try to wait out his hiccups in the hopes they'd stop on their own. He preferred not to return to the party only to be a distraction for everyone. Unfortunately, he did wait for some time, looking back at the campfire now and then and eventually checking his phone to see that almost fifteen minutes had passed. It was becoming apparent that just the same as the hiccups didn't typically start without reason, they wouldn't stop on their own anytime soon either. 

Allister grimaced at that thought. He had wanted to be back by now, but here he was instead, without even so much as a bottle of water to try to solve the problem. He hated what he was contemplating, but he hated leaving Wolfram on his own even more. So, without putting too much thought into what a terrible decision he was making, Allister inhaled deeply and held his breath. In the past, that had always been a terrible idea, but maybe that had always been a coincidence?

Successfully holding his breath with hiccups leaping through his chest every other second proved to be more difficult than he remembered, and it felt like he ran out of air much faster than he would have otherwise. And he was forced to give up that effort and breathe fresh air when his hiccups abruptly became faster.

Allister immediately regretted his decision. "Wa - HUP - wait - HUC-UP - please ju - HIC! HIGK - just - HUK-ULP - h-hold on - HIC!" His attempt at talking his hiccups into calming down did little to help. Even worse, they had gotten stronger and were starting to hurt now. Allister would have said it was because his own body seemingly wanted him to suffer, but he knew this was his mind's fault instead, for thinking holding his breath might seriously work this time.

"Allister?"

Allister jumped when he realized Wolfram was now standing next to him. When that had happened, he had no idea. "Fr - HUP! HIC-ULP! - Fram, I - HUC-UP! HIGK! - what - HIC!"

Wolfram reached out and patted Allister gently on his back, a look of concern on his face. "Everyone at the fire is currently engaged in a round of trivia about media that is flying completely over my head, so I thought I would come to find you. And it didn't take me very long to hear where you were... Are you alright? Those sound worse than usual, somehow."

Unable to form anything even remotely close to a proper sentence at the moment, Allister could only answer with, "B - HIGK-UP - bad ch - HIC! HUC-ULP - choices - HUP!"

"I'm not sure what that - oh. Allister, did you try to stop them by holding your breath?"

Allister nodded.

"Haven't you told me that's the one thing you absolutely cannot do?"

Allister answered with another nod and a whine between hiccups.

"And why in the world would you do that?" Wolfram asked. "From what I was last aware, there are plenty of drinks available that you could have cured them with instead. That's at least had a partial success rate before."

At first, Allister contemplated how to phrase the answer in a way that his hiccups would allow, then settled for pulling up a note app on his phone and typing. 'I didn't want to bother anybody. My hiccups aren't exactly subtle.'

Wolfram stared at the message, thinking. "I hardly think anyone present tonight would mind as much as you think. You honestly did not need to make yourself suffer like this."

'Suffer' sounded melodramatic, but considering he was still putting up with nonstop hiccup after hiccup, Allister figured it wasn't exactly wrong. 'I know it was a dumb idea. But everyone's having fun, and I didn't want to be a problem.'

"Honestly, Allister, you worry too much about these things..." Wolfram sighed. "Though I... have also hidden in a crate to avoid being seen with hiccups, so... perhaps I am not the best person to hear this from."

"You - HIGK-ULP - what?" Allister asked, too surprised by that statement to bother typing his response on his phone.

Staring down at the ground and fidgeting a bit, Wolfram mumbled, "I, um, it was rarely an issue back home but I... did have a particularly stubborn case at one point and... Hiding away until they stopped seemed ideal..."

"But a - HUC! HIC - a crate?"  

"It - I panicked, I was in one of the Academia Arcana's storerooms to retrieve spell materials and - and I heard someone outside the door - the details aren't important. My point is, I do understand but don't do this sort of thing to yourself in the future, please."

Allister appreciated the thought, smiling at Wolfram and nodding. "Don't w - HUP! HIC-UP - worry, I - HIC - I won't."

"Good. Now then, I'll fetch you some water. Wait here, I'll be quick about it."

After a minute or two, Wolfram returned with a bottle of water, which Allister accepted gladly, trying and failing to state his gratitude, "Th - HIGK - thank y - HULP - you, F - HUC-ULP - Fra -"

"Just drink it," Wolfram interrupted. 

Allister did so, drinking the water in quick gulps between each hiccup. It took a few tries, but eventually, they slowed down somewhat and finally came to a stop entirely. He waited for a few seconds, still unsure if he'd genuinely been cured at first, but then finally sighed with relief.

"Better?"

"Much," Allister said. "Thanks, Fram."

Wolfram smiled and leaned his weight against Allister's side. "Very good. Shall we be returning to the camp?"

"Hmm..." Allister wrapped an arm around Wolfram's shoulder. "It is getting a bit cold, huh? I guess we should." He paused for a moment, then added, "But... Hey, how about we have a real camping trip sometime soon?"

"We won't have an oven for you to cook proper meals, then," Wolfram objected.

"I mean, I guess not. But you've never had s'mores before. Those are best when they're toasted over a campfire."

"I've heard of those... what are they?"

"Chocolate and marshmallows, Fram."

Wolfram's eyes widened at the statement, clearly intrigued. "When is your next day off? We can do it then."

Allister laughed and hugged Wolfram closer. "Okay, we'll talk about it when we get home. C'mon, let's head back to the camp before Sadie comes to chase us down."

#Poppy Writes #wolfram and allister #hiccup kink #hiccups #alcohol