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fairlyang · 3 months

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Summer Lovin’: Hopelessly Devoted🕷️

in which miguel exposes his true self and then begs for forgiveness

w/c: 9.2K

pairing: greaser!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. slow burn, following most of the movie, he acts like a piece of shit, somewhat purposely making him jealous, he feels bad, actually changes for you, short date night, he fingers you in the car, bj outside your house

notes: oml writing this one was everything- I loved the ups and downs, and HAD to differentiate between the way danny acted and made miguel actually feel bad 💅🏼 part 3 soon🫶🏼

part one — part three

After talking to Patty a little bit you realized she was just a very extroverted girl that was really in touch with clubs and anything social on campus.

She had somehow convinced you to try out for the cheerleading team. You were on the team your junior and senior year of high school so you figured why not.

You tried out that same day and ended up making the team, you got your uniform which consisted of a long red skirt and for the fall season, a white sweatshirt that had a capital R for Rydell with a megaphone behind it.

Super cute.

Soon came the first game of the season and you were wearing your uniform as you walked out with the rest of the team along with the marching band. You did a few cartwheels as you waved your red and white pom poms around.

Then doing the routine you'd be practicing the past week with the chant you had to do. Again more cartwheels while the girl next to you attempted to do them and only failed.

You bit your lip to not laugh and just then the football team came out with the coach right up front with the captain. The crowd cheers loud as they run out yelling and making faces.

The principal then starts speaking into a microphone and everyone sits down. You sat down on the bench next to the football team, with your team as the principal hyped up the coach.

Everyone cheers for him and he immediately starts hyping up the crowd. He started speaking right behind where you sat so you had to turn your body to be able to watch.

He starts talking about the team making you smile at Patty who was smiling next to you when you notice the captain staring at you. You smile at him as he mouthes, "hi."

You mouthed a hi right back and he gave you a goofy smile before mouthing, "how are you?"

"Fine." You mouthed and looked down at your white tennis shoes with a little smile while he stared at you then back up at his coach.

Suddenly everyone was cheering and his speech was done. The crowd jumped up and surrounded the players, dancing around and yelling.

You stood up and cheered along with some of the girls barely noticing that the captain was behind you. He gave you a little wave which you returned with your pom poms in hand before people dragged him away because the game was about to start.

Suddenly a random girl pulls the back of your skirt up which you quickly pulled down embarrassed, looking at the girl then her boyfriend who pretended he didn't see, blew you a kiss before Frenchy came up and waved him off.

She complimented your performance and Sandy gave you a big hug, fixing the ribbon in your ponytail. You smiled and the other three girls came up behind you.

"Hi Y/N." You hear Rizzo's voice behind you and you turn around and greet them with a smile.

"Hi girls!" You say and Rizzo suddenly grabs your arm leading you off somewhere.

"We got a surprise for you." She says and they all follow suit.

Jan links her arm with yours as she giggles and Frenchy fixes strands of your hair off your face. You looked at them confused but followed them nonetheless.

The girls all stand by you as you walk between them all, not knowing what they had planned. But you walked along some parked cars until you finally stop with Rizzo and Marty in front of you. Frenchy fixed more of your hair while Jan held your hand, and you could vaguely hear Rizzo talking to someone.

"Hey O'Hara!"

"I got a surprise for you."

"Oh yeah?"

Then Jan pushes you forward as Rizzo laughs out a 'yeah.' You're then faced with-

Miguel?!

"Y/n!"

"Miguel?!?"

"What- what are you doing here? I thought you were gonna go back home?" He says, the smile on his face never fading as well as the way his eyes sparkled like how they did when you hung out together.

"We had a change of plans!" You say and you couldn't help the grin appearing on your face.

"I can't-" suddenly he stops himself as his boys move closer to him, he turned to Kenickie then to Sonny and Doodie, his smile dropped as he looked back at you and he cleared his throat.

"Oh that's cool baby. You know how it is, rockin' and rollin' and whatnot." He says using a tone you hadn't heard from him.

Almost like a whole different person.

He wasn't even looking at you anymore.

"Miguel?" You say and furrow your eyebrows, what the hell was going on?

"Yeah that's my name, don't wear it out." He responds and lets out cocky laugh.

"What is the matter with you?" You ask and scoff, not believing what you're seeing.

"What's the matter with me baby? What's the matter with you?" He says and your eyes nearly fell out.

You scoff and shake your head, "what happened to the Miguel O'Hara I met at the beach?"

"I do not know. I mean maybe I got a lookalike or something." He says and laughs, turning to look at his boys as they laugh along with him.

"Why don't you check the yellow pages or something, I don't know." He laughs as his friends snicker behind him, he couldn't even look at you in the eye.

"You are the fakest guy I've ever came across and I wish I'd never laid eyes on you." You snap and throw your pom poms into his chest, and run off as the guys let out "oooohhs" as you left.

Frenchy and Sandy quickly followed after you as you ran to go to the field, tears filling your eyes.

Back at the chaos Rizzo was giving Miguel a smirk with crazy eyes when his face turned guilty while his friends were cracking up jokes about you right behind him.

The girls then walked away when Kenickie joked, "so she laid her eyes on you huh O'Hara?"

"But that wasn't the only thing she laid on him." Sonny jokes making the other two burst out laughing as Miguel walked away.

"Hey Miguel!" Kenickie called out but he kept walking.

"Come on Miguel!" Danny called out and Miguel stopped then turned back to them.

Back to you, you were covering your face in your sleeves, wiping your fallen tears as you looked away from Frenchy and Sandy. You clear your throat and sniffle, "He was so nice to me this summer..." you say and both girls come to each of your side.

"Listen Y/n, men are rats and not worth it." Frenchy says and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"No they're worse!" Sandy chimes in letting out a laugh.

"They're like fleas on dead rats!" Frenchy jokes making all three of you laugh.

Frenchy then holds up a handkerchief and wipes your tears off your cheeks. "Y'know what you need?"

"A night out with the girls! We're having a sleepover at my house tonight. Wanna come?" She says and you nod.

She grins and hugs you to which Sandy hugs you both from behind. "It'll be great I promise!" She exclaims making you smile a little.

You ended up going to Frenchy's house along with all the other girls, she let you borrow a cute nightgown while you let her French braid your hair.

She claimed she wanted to practice all kinds of things hair related because she was going to be a beautician. So you gave her the benefit of the doubt and let her.

Jan was doing Sandy's nails and the other two girls were flipping through pages of a magazine.

Rizzo then took out a bottle of wine and Jan immediately took it out of her hands, taking a long sip of it before passing it on to Marty who took a much smaller sip.

She then passed Frenchy the bottle who declined because her hands were occupied. She then passed it on to you, you grabbed it not wanting to look like a wuss and hesitantly took a sip.

At least you'd already had some before in the past so you didn't gag or flinch at the taste and you passed it back to Marty.

She then gives it back to Rizzo while she stood up and put on an expensive looking robe and showed it off to everyone. "Where'd you get that??" Rizzo asked with wide eyes.

"This guy I'm talking to from France." She says and twirls in it.

You chuckle and Frenchy whispers in your ear, "some guy huh?"

You only laugh as Marty then takes out a photo album of this mystery man and shows it off to Rizzo, Jan, and Sandy. "What is he an actor?"

"A marine!!" She exclaims and the trio yell while Sandy just covers her eyes giving you wide eyes.

Suddenly you hear loud voices and an even louder car engine revving outside the house. Outside were 5/6 of the T-Birds, Danny wanting to stay home while the rest wanted to visit the girls.

"Would you shut up you vultures!" Kenickie grumbles at the trio who were singing god awfully behind him.

"Y'know what I think I change my mind, let's get outta here." Miguel mumbled, looking straight forward.

"What do you mean?" Sonny asked and Miguel sighed.

"What do you mean 'what do you mean'?" Miguel says as if it's so obvious why he doesn't wanna be there.

They only think you were just some fling and that he tossed you away like he's done with all the other girls in the past. But you were different. Much different.

More different than he anticipated.

And he didn't want to admit it to himself. Let alone his friends.

He'd never hear the end of it. But maybe this time could be a different outcome than usual.

Maybe this time he'll give himself a shot at love and not just a hookup. After all you were special and made him feel something.

Something he hasn't felt before.

But that thought alone terrified him.

Back in Frenchy's room Jan and Marty were giggling as Frenchy peeped out her window and gasps, "they can't come in here my folks will flip!"

"Hey Putzie why don't you call her for Mig?" Sonny jokes, looking up at the window.

Putzie then started standing up from the backseat and chanted, "Oh Y/n, wherefor art thou Y/n!!"

Doodie then scoffs and Kenickie pulls him back down harshly, "shut up!"

"Sit down!"

"Let's go!" Miguel hisses, sinking into the passenger seat.

Rizzo then decided to climb out the window and everyone watched as she climbed down and landed on the grass gracefully as if she's down it hundreds of times.

All the guys except Miguel got out of the car and Kenickie fixed his hair as Rizzo made her way towards them. "What's up Kenickie?"

"One guess." He says and looks her up and down.

"You got a lot to offer a girl..." she says and bats her eyelashes at him.

"Yeah, you know it." He responds and finally looks into her eyes.

"What ya sayin' 'Hara?" She says and looks at Miguel sitting in the passenger seat.

"Ya looking good Rizz..." Miguel says looking up at her, very uninterested in her advances.

"Eat your heart out." She chuckles, grinning then looking away from him, confident he'll take her bait.

"Well sloppy seconds aren't my style." He retorts but as soon as he saw her wide eyes and angry expression he regretted it.

He sighed and hopped off the car before walking away. "Where ya going?" She calls out and he turns to everyone.

"Anywhere that's better than to hang around you dorks." He says and walks off as the trio behind him call out to him but it was to no use.

"Well uh, your chariot my lady." Kenickie says and motions to the passenger seat.

She grins and walks on over to the other side getting in. The other three hop on the back and Kenickie reverses and purposely drives forward then suddenly stops, making the three guys in the back slip into the seats and jump. "Hey!"

"So what do you guys think this is? A gangbang?" Rizzo retorts turning to look at them.

"You wish!" Sonny quickly says having the other two snicker.

"Get out!" Kenickie yells and Sonny gives him kissy faces.

"Now! I said move it!" He yells making the guys groan as they hopped out of his car.

As soon as they were off, Kenickie drove off without a second thought which only made Sonny yell out, "ya know when a guy picks a chick over his friends something's gotta be wrong!!!"

Back in Frenchy's room you watched as Marty began writing different notes to each of her own pals which only gave you an idea. "Hey can I have some of that?" You ask and her eyes lit up.

"Sure!!" She says grabbing some tissue paper and a pen then handing it to you.

"Wait!" She says then sprays her perfume on it, "for good measure."

You then chuckle and nod. You made your way out of Frenchy's room and went out to her backyard as you looked up into the night sky, stars glistening.

You hold the tissue paper in your hands and sit on the stairs of the porch, your thoughts of what happened earlier coming to mind. You couldn't believe the way Miguel acted, acted like those three weeks meant nothing to him.

But even worse all the times you spent together. All the silly little things you did, every conversation you had. All those words he said.

The kisses. The caresses.

It made you realize your heart probably wasn't the first to be broken by him nor the first to cry over him. And how hard it must've been for previous girls to get over him.

God it was going to be so hard.

The past weeks not knowing if you'd see him again were killing you. You wanted to go find him, go out with him. What a fool you were for thinking he actually liked the romantic side of your time together.

All he ever thought of you was just another hole to use, another girl to add to his list.

And what a shame it was because you ended up getting feelings for him. Your head is telling you to just move on and forget him but your heart aches for him and is telling you to not let go and just wait for him.

Wait for him to change.

You felt embarrassed that you opened yourself up at all, maybe you shouldn't have done it either way, romantically or intimately.

All boys do is bring heartache and annoyance. Just waste your time for their own benefit.

But your heart was having a mind of its own right now and you were conflicted on what to listen to.

And maybe being hopelessly devoted to a guy like him would only bring self torture and really fuck a girl up, mentally and emotionally....

Three weeks had passed and you ultimately decided to listen to your head.

But the heart wants what it wants.

So you decided to go out with Tom, the captain of the football team. Not only to get over Miguel but also because you thought he was cute, normal, and honestly really sweet.

That's all you needed.

You didn't need or want complicated shit in your life. Let alone your love life at that.

"Ay Miguel what's up? Are you still thinking about that chick?" Kenickie asked to which Miguel scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"What are you nuts?" Miguel asked and shook his head.

"Well I don't know..." Kenickie trails on, not exactly judgmentally but Miguel didn't want to reveal his feelings.

"I don't think so much." He said making Kenickie chuckle.

"That's cool, that's cool." He responds and shrugs, having a slight feeling he isn't telling the truth but walks in with Miguel trailing behind him.

Suddenly you see Miguel walk in to the Frosty Palace as you were on a date with Tom.

You looked away as he turned his head to look at you, almost breaking his neck from how far stretched it was to look at you with dingle berry of all people. You then looked back at him and he was already staring at you making you turn your head back to Tom.

He felt instant annoyance and jealousy, but his face remained looking somewhat unbothered. He sat down at the booth with the three other guys as Kenickie sat in front of him and Danny pulled up a chair to sit on the edge of the table.

The trio went on to talk about god knows what while Miguel was trying to subtly look behind him but it obviously wasn't working, you could see him clear as day looking at you.

Well he's got no right to be jealous with he way he treated you.

Acts like an asshole to you and still has the nerve to be jealous? Is he joking?

You grabbed a spoonful of the sundae you were sharing and give Tom a small smile before letting the strawberry ice cream fill your mouth.

You then turned your head to look at Miguel again and just at that second he caught your eye. He turns his head back to the guys and you look back at Tom again.

Just then Rizzo comes out of the bathroom which happened to be in front of the table you were at. And being the instigator she is, she went straight to Miguel's table. "Someone snaking ya Miguel?" She teases and motions to you and Tom behind her.

"Oh fuck off Rizz." He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

She walks past their table but not before ruffling Kenickie's hair and then walks away.

Miguel shrugs then sighs, "I don't know about these chicks..."

"They're only good for one thing." Kenickie says with a smirk making Danny laugh.

"What do you do with 'em the other 23 hours and 45 minutes a day." Doodie jokes then snickers making Sonny, Danny, and Kenickie laugh and hum in agreement.

"Is that all it takes? Fifteen minutes?" Putzie asks cluelessly making the whole group groan.

You wanted to make Miguel come crawling back, then maybe toy with him to see if he'll apologize and get his shit together, or act this way forever.

Suddenly an idea pops into your head.

"Want some new music?" You ask Tom and he puts his spoon in the shared bowl before reaching inside his shirt pocket.

"I need some money." You say and stand up in front of him.

"Oh yeah." He mumbles and scrambled through his pants pocket to find a quarter.

You chuckle as he finally finds one and places it softly on your hand to which you give him a warm smile before walking down the steps. You then had two seconds to mentally prepare yourself to walk past Miguel's table.

So you held your head up high and walked past not stopping even though Kenickie's legs were spread out and on top of the chair behind Danny. Kenickie laughed and moved them down as one of the guys gives you a cat call but you walked back and to the jukebox, which happened to be behind their booth.

You looked down at the song selection, not really wanting to change it from "La bamba" by Ritchie Valens but you wanted to test Miguel.

Sure enough within a singular second the man stood up, "I'll be right back." He mumbles and walks out of his seat, walking behind him to take the long way to you.

He walked past the back of their booth before getting stopped by Patty who excitedly stood up and called him. "Hi Miguel!" She chirps and wraps her arms around him, twirling him in a circle.

"I can't talk to you right now." He mumbles and reaches for her arms.

"What are you doing later?" She asks, completely ignoring him which only made him grow annoyed.

"I can't talk alright?" He snaps and takes her hands off him before turning his back to her and walks toward you.

"Call me!" Her last attempt at his attention was no use since his eyes were already focused on you.

You pretend you didn't hear or watch out of your peripheral and continue looking through the song selection as Miguel leaned against the bar that was behind you.

He sat down for four seconds before getting up and walking up, standing next to you, "hey Y/n."

"Oh hi." You said and only turned your head to look at his jacket then look back at the jukebox.

"How are you?" He asks and you quickly respond, "Fine thanks."

"That's good." He mumbles.

"Y'know Y/n I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time now.." he starts and you bite your tongue on saying anything snarky.

"What about?" You ask and put your quarter into the machine.

"Well- about that night at the game, the way I acted that was terrible. I mean it really was, it wasn't me you gotta know that. Well it was me of course but it wasn't me. Well y'know Y/n I've got this image right-" he rambled on but right at that last sentence you knew what you had to say.

"Well that's why I'm so glad that Tom is so simple!" You say and look over at Tom who was already looking at you two and give him a wave to which he awkwardly returns then looks away.

"Simple is right, too bad his brains are in his biceps." Miguel jokes making you turn your head to look at him.

"Jealous are you?" You ask and he scoffs.

"Me? Jealous? Of dingle berry? C'mon doll don't make me laugh." He says and lets out a fake laugh.

"And what have you ever done?" You ask and he gasps.

"Oh cmon I can run circles around that man, beat him in any sport you name it!" He retorts making you shrug.

"I'll believe that when I see it." You say and walk away back to Tom.

He took your words as a challenge and he couldn't help but want to impress you.

And also couldn't stand seeing you with dingle berry anymore. So he was going to do anything in his power to change that. And hopefully get your forgiveness along the way.

So he started off with basketball.

Not the best start.

He didn't know how to dribble, tried to attack his opponents and teammates, he couldn't get the ball back after someone snatched it, and to end it off once he did try to get the ball from someone he just punched them in the stomach.

Up next was wrestling and it could've been worse. He was pretty tall and a bit muscular but not too muscular (yet) but the man that coach wanted him to practice with was somehow taller than him but also way broader and stronger.

Not an equal fight but coach claimed he needed to practice with all kinds of opponents.

He was pinned within seconds.

Then it was his turn to take this mountain down which he completely and utter failed, getting pinned once again but this man being on his lap with a wide grin when Miguel gave up. So he put his fists into a ball and hit his chest hard to which the big guy just flipped over making Miguel run away.

Thirdly was baseball and Miguel was not strong enough for the spit talk the guys behind him were doing while he was batting.

And the one ball he actually did get to hit was a foul.

So he punched the catcher in the face and walked off.

Lastly was his last choice. Track.

How hard could running be?

He was jogging around the track, on his second lap when he saw you up by the stands with dingle berry, fixing his hair.

He looked over at you while he was running to which you noticed it was him of all people on the track. You watched him as he ran past you now going towards the hurdles.

He jumped over the first flawlessly, same with the second, he turned to you while he did the third but still made it, for the fourth he was looking at you again but didn't make it and fell down.

You gasped and immediately ran off the stands and towards him as he stood up. "Miguel are you okay?" You ask and run to his side.

He stays silent and walks forward, looking out to the track as he caught his breath. "Come on talk to me." You say and were met with silence.

You sigh and stop, putting on your quick thinking before saying, "it's the least you could do after the way you treated me."

"The way I treated you- Y/n i told you I was sorry! And I meant it-" he says, stopping to point a finger at you.

"You shouldn't have cared about what your feelings did to your image." You say softly and bring his hand down, holding it before he sighed.

"I know I shouldn't have. I'm really sorry for treating you like crap. You didn't deserve that and I promise I'll make it up to you." He says and you nod, seeing in his eyes he wasn't lying.

"Well now that I got you to talk..." you trail on and look him up and down.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked making him chuckle and give you a warm smile, he's back.

"Yes I'm fine." He says and chuckles, looking behind you before looking back at you.

"Still going out with Mr. Simple?" He teases and you shrug.

"Well...." You trail on making him grin.

"Well? Is he taking you to the dance?" He asks and you could feel a warm and familiar feeling appear in your stomach.

"That depends..." you say and look off to the field.

"On what?" He asks, trying to hard so hide the smile on his face but it was damn near impossible.

"On you..." you say, now looking back at him with a wide grin making one appear on his as well.

He couldn't help it.

"On me?" He asks letting out chuckle and you nod.

"Yeah." You respond and smile.

"Well then he can beat it for good." He says waving awkwardly at Tom before grabbing your hand and running off.

That same night Miguel had picked you up to go on a little date as he called it.

He had parked in front of the Frosty Palace and got out of his car as he held his hand out for you to get out through the same door. You took it and got out but Miguel took a look inside to see a few of your friends dancing together and looked back at you, "let's go someplace else no?"

"Why?" You ask and furrow your eyebrow as he pulls on your hand to go back to his car as he responds, "because we can't be alone out here."

You scoff and give him a look, "Miguel."

He sighs and turns back to the door, "okay." He mumbles before quickly going inside and leading you past all the dancing couples and to the table in the back.

Unfortunately for him, Sunny saw him and gave him a look which he didn't see because he didn't even want to look at any of them.

As if they weren't dancing with your new friends too...

"Jesus Miguel you almost broke my arm!"

"Well I didn't want 'em to get this table, it's the best one they got." He says and grabs the menus, opens them up and positions them on the edge of the table as if to hide both of your faces.

"What are you doing?" You ask and laugh as he builds his little fort, somewhat reminding you of the Miguel you spent time with at the beach.

"I just want a little privacy for us alright?" He says giving you a smile before ducking down and reaching over to grab your hands.

"What can I get you kids?" An older waitress asks looking down at you.

"Strawberry milkshake please!" You say and give the waitress a smile.

"Miguel?" She asks turning to look at him as he shrugs.

"I'm not ready hungry. I'll just have a double burger with everything and cherry soda with ice cream." He says look at her before turning to you.

You wanted to laugh but just gave him a smile and turned to the waitress, "that sounds good, I'll have the same actually!"

"The same?" He asks and his eyes widened to which you smiled and nodded.

"You sure can eat a lot can't you?" He jokes and you nod, "sure can." You say with a grin as his hand tightens around yours.

Suddenly the menus covering your faces are pushed back by Kenickie and he burps before giving you both a wide grin, "How ya doing 'Hara. Eh? Nice?"

Miguel takes a deep breath in and sits back into his chair, letting go of your hands while you greet them, "hi Rizzo, hey Kenickie." You say and give them a little wave.

Kenickie gives you a smile before getting up and turning behind him to grab the table and pushes it to connect with yours. He grabs the chair and sits next to Miguel before turning to Rizzo, "you got some quarters, we can share a pie."

Rizzo scoffs and gives him a sarcastic little smile before rolling her eyes, "what a gentleman."

You fight back a laugh and watch the encounter, them going back and forth before Sunny comes up with an ecstatic, "greeting pals and gals!"

You gave him a wave before Doodie, Frenchy, and Marty join, grabbing chairs and sitting down by Rizzo and Kenickie. You looked over at Miguel who was mid groan before he gave you a small smile.

Suddenly the whole group starts talking at the same time. "Wanna chip in for a sundae delight?" Sunny jokes before laughing.

"I don't know where all my money goes!" Marty says and lifts her hands up as she straightens up.

"Well in a couple of months Frenchy will be able to take us all out eh?" Doodie says and rubs Frenchy's shoulders making her shrug, he adds, "a working girl with growing income."

"Oh that's right!" Marty exclaims and turns to her right to look at her.

"They don't pay very much to start off y'know..." she says and lets out a nervous laugh.

"Still more than we make so uh pay up because I don't get my allowance for a week." Doodie says and Sunny takes his hand out at him, who reached into his pants and gives him a few coins.

"You get an allowance?" Kenickie laughs and Doodie nods.

"When I'm a good boy I do." He jokes as Putzie yells at Doodie as he comes up with Jan, Sandy, and Danny.

You look over at Miguel and lean in, moving your hand under the table to hold his, he leans in and intertwines your fingers just as the waitress comes in and sets your tray of food down to which you give her a smile as Miguel hands you your milkshake and burger.

You gladly take them as Rizzo starts complaining about the hickeys on her neck. "A hickey from Kenickie is like a rare souvenir, not everyone can get one." He jokes then takes a bite out of a burger another waitress dropped off for them.

You bite your lip and could just feel the annoyance radiating off Rizzo's body as she wipes off the powder she was applying and scoffs, "you're a pig."

"This technically makes me the opposite of a pig-" he begins then stops once he receives a glare.

"But I love it when you talk dirty." He says and takes another exaggerated bite of his burger while letting out a moan making Rizzo scoff again.

You take a bite out of your burger as the chatter around you continues and you look in front of you to see Miguel is playing around with his ice cream soda. "How's it taste?" You asked and he looks up at you then chuckles.

"Sweet. Reminds me of somethin' else that was sweet." He says and mumbles the last part so only you could hear.

You gasp and kick his feet only making him laugh as your face heated up from embarrassment.

You could say you almost forget about your exhibitions from nearly two months ago but also couldn't deny the fact of how many times they'd keep you up at night with a hand between your legs missing his touch.

You looked away and down at your milkshake before feeling Miguel's foot tap yours and his hand is now on yours. You look up at him and he has a sly smirk on his face making you bite your lip, before he gives you a smile.

You smile back and squeeze his hand before just looking at him. He was so handsome. Slicked back hair and that leather jacket that somehow made him look even hotter.

He was the type of guy your parents would disapprove of right off the bat but your sister would accept as soon as she lays her eyes on him.

"Hey Putzie fifteen minutes." One of the guys says making you look over at them with a raised eyebrow. Putzie and Jan had walked away and Marty was getting up to go as well with Sunny on her tail.

Kenickie then looked at your intertwined hands and looked at Miguel, he only sighed and let go of your hand, not looking at either of you.

"I'm excited for the dance." You said and Frenchy nods.

"It's gonna be great! You're gonna have so much fun." She says excitedly, giving you a wide grin before eating some fries someone from the group ordered and just abandoned.

You take a sip of your milkshake before waving off to Sandy and Danny who were also leaving. "Come on doll let's get outta here." Miguel says and you nod as he leaves a bill on the table before getting up.

"Bye Frenchy!" You say getting up, giving Kenickie a nod to which he returns but not even bothering with Rizzo.

You go down the steps and walk hand in hand with Miguel out of the diner, he's finally at some ease now that all his friends are gone and he can be as affectionate as he wants to be.

He opened the door for you then walked you to the passenger side of his car before opening that door for you as well. You hopped in and he shut the door before he made his way to the drivers side while you buckled your seatbelt.

He hopped in, buckled his seatbelt then reversed back then drove off to the direction of your house that luckily wasn't far.

Which was perfect for the idea he had in mind.

He had missed you too. Your time together also kept him up at night, making him stroke his cock at the thought of being buried between your thighs again.

Or the feeling of your mouth on him.

He sighed as he drove off and put his right hand on your left thigh that was unfortunately concealed by your long skirt. "Move your skirt for me." He mumbles as he turns the radio on.

You turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow before doing it nonetheless. His warm hand is then on your bare thigh as you rode up your skirt almost up to where the seatbelt laid against your stomach. You turn to look at him, who was trying his hardest to fight off a smirk but it laid perfectly on his lips after you squeezed your thighs together.

"Getting your perv on hm?" You teased and he only shrugged as he stopped at a red light.

"Doesn't seem like you mind." He cooed and you turned away right as he turned his head to look at you.

Your cheeks grew warm as he rubbed circles on your thigh causing the butterflies in your stomach to erupt. All those feelings from the summer coming right back tonight and not just the romantic ones.

If anything the horny ones made their way back as well. And fast at that.

You squeezed your thighs together again and ignoring Miguel's chuckle as he separated your legs and let his hand sit on your inner thigh. "Missed you a lot y'know." He murmurs and you hold your breath, looking down as he brings his hand up slowly.

"D-did you now?" You ask and he hums.

"You've got no idea doll." He sighs and finally his fingers were now on your pussy, gently rubbing against your covered slit.

You bit your lip, spreading your legs as far as you could, and watched as he rubbed your slit with two fingers at a painfully slow pace. You tried to buck your hips up but your seatbelt restrained you only making him chuckle and continue his teasing. "Miguel please-" you whimpered and the light turned green. He drove off and hummed, looking straight at the road.

You groan and decide to help him out a bit, bringing a hand down and moving your panties to the side. Right as you moved your hand, his fingers were lathering in your slick making you moan and grind against his fingers. "So fucking wet." He muttered under his breath.

You close your mouth since his car didn't have a top and if there was a red light it wouldn't be the best idea to be moaning out in public like that.

Right on cue as if he knew what you were doing, he slammed two fingers inside. You let out a cry and felt your walls hug his fingers perfectly.

He started moving them slowly, still continuing his teasing antics because he wanted to hear you plead for more. He's missed all the little noises you make for him. So he couldn't just throw away this opportunity.

The light turned red and he turned to look at you before leaning in towards you, lips by your ear but then moving down to leave a light kiss on the side of your neck.

Your eyes fluttered and you tilted your head to the side so he could cover more ground. His fingers were now moving faster, your slick being the only noise in the car besides your heavy breathing.

"Miguel-" you breathe out and try to grind back and forth, again forgetting the seatbelt was restraining you.

"What's up darling?" He whispers and comes up, kissing your cheek gently before looking up at the traffic lights.

Still red.

He moves down to your neck again, this time sucking a hickey on your skin making you moan at the extra stimulation. "M-More please." You whisper and he chuckles.

"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you doll." He murmurs making you whine.

"More- faster please." You whine earning yourself another finger.

He pumped them into you at a fast pace not giving you time to adjust earning himself some pretty moans escaping your lips.

He looks up and finally the light turns green, he pulls away from you, straightening himself up but continuing his pace. You held on to his right arm and trying to bring it as close as possible making him tut. "By the looks of it you've missed me too huh?" He coos and you could only nod.

"Answer me baby." He murmurs and you nod feverishly, turning your head to look at him.

"M-missed you too." You mumbled making him him.

"Mm good. Glad I could have my girl back." He purrs making you whimper at that.

My girl.

His girl.

Just from that alone you could've sworn you could explode.

And swoon.

Maybe being hopelessly devoted to him wouldn't be the end of the world...

"Your girl huh?" You mumbled with the straightest face you could pull but the way your body reacted to that gave you away instantly.

"Who cares about formalities nowadays." He mutters and curls his fingers up before groaning, "Plus I won't stand seeing you with him."

Suddenly as if taking his built up jealousy out, he slams his fingers harder into you, fucking you relentlessly, wanting to prove a point. You moaned out his name and couldn't hide the big smile from your face.

Finally after the hell you were both going through because of his actions, he made improvement. And slowly proving himself.

"S-so we're going steady?" You ask making him chuckle.

He stops at the red light and you recognized the street, only a couple more blocks to go.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, slowly fucking you now, which only made you grow nervous. But you turned to look at him and to your surprise he was already looking at you. "I think I'd really like that." He says making you grin, with him immediately returning it.

He leans in and leaves a few pecks on your lips before pulling away and looking into your eyes. "Now you'll be all mine without a doubt in that pretty little head of yours." He whispers and you nod, the smile never leaving your face.

"Gonna need you to do something for me though...." He adds and you hum as he looks back at the light.

Still red.

He looks back at you and leaves a soft kiss on your cheek, "gonna need you to cum for me before getting to your house."

"Can you do that for me angel?" He mumbles and you whimper as his pace fastens again.

"Y-Yes- yes I can." You breathe out and let out loud cries when he started slamming them into you.

"That's my good girl." He coos making you whimper and clench against him once again.

"Oh fuck- Miguel-!" You moaned and felt your orgasm build up in your lower abdomen.

Didn't take long for Miguel to notice, he remembered how you tightened around his fingers and the way your body would slightly shake beforehand. Probably one of the main things he's missed about you.

How your body reacted to the pleasure he'd give you. How pretty you looked when he'd fuck his fingers into you.

You had the sweetest moans and he couldn't help but just need to make you cum. He knew you were desperate for it. Your pleads to him were obvious enough.

"Does my sweet girl wanna cum?" He coos making you whimper and squirm in the seat.

"Yes please-!" You whine and close your eyes, subconsciously leaning your head to the side.

Suddenly your orgasm came hard and left you a whiny, whimpering mess for him while he slowed down, letting you ride out your high. Your legs were shaking and you kept your eyes shut as Miguel was muttering sweet praises for you.

Your heart was pumping and your breathing was still heavy as you tried your best to calm down. You slowly opened your eyes and Miguel left his fingers inside, no longer moving. That was when you realized you were now parked outside directly in front of your house.

Your cheeks instantly felt warm and you could truly only pray that you weren't heard by your family or any of the nosy neighbors you ended up with.

"Don't worry we just got here baby." He says letting out a laugh before slipping his fingers out of you.

You gasp as you heard the plop sound and he didn't hesitate to bring his fingers up to your mouth. You opened and let him stick them in your mouth as you tasted your juices while he intently watched.

You locked eyes with him making him groan which made you realize he must be so aroused.

And there really was only one way to fix that.

So you grabbed his hand and pulled it back, slipping his fingers out of your mouth before taking off your seatbelt and leaning over to give him a proper kiss.

He kissed back with no hesitation and you fixed your panties and skirt while he slid his tongue into your mouth. He moaned into your mouth when he was able to get a taste of you, so sweet, just like how he remembered.

You moved your hand down and let it rest on his thigh while his tongue explored your mouth. You then moved your hand higher up until it found his bulge.

You let him control the kiss and just focused on palming him through his black pants. His breathing was getting heavier by the second making you smile while you gently palmed his hard on.

You then started to stroke him making him finally moan against your mouth. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against his, while undoing his pants and taking his cock out of his boxers.

It sprung up and you bring your hand up to your mouth, lightly spitting on it before moving your hand back down and grabbing his cock. You started to stroke him, using the spit as lube while Miguel was having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

With your available hand, you bring it up to his face and cup his cheek. He leans into your touch and lets out a sigh. "Feels good baby."

You hum and make him look at you, "missed this cock."

He groans and bucks his hips up making you giggle. "Missed me too huh?" You teased earning yourself another groan.

"You're talking too much." He mumbled making you scoff.

So you did the only logical thing to do after being told that, you moved in your seat and got down before facing Miguel's cock. It was already leaking precum and was twitching at your light touch.

You grabbed it and started to slowly stroke it, admiring every inch of it. It had been so long since you've seen it and it was just as pretty as the last time. So thick and long.

It was going to fit so well inside you but that'd have to wait a bit more.

For now you were content with just giving him oral. You'd miss his praises and the way he was slightly rough when using your mouth.

You kissed his tip softly and then licked off the precum that was falling off the side of his shaft. He took a deep breath and you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes at him which only resulted in him groaning. "So fucking gorgeous darling."

You smiled then opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out before slapping the tip on your tongue. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and you could've sworn you heard a whimper.

"Fuck baby-" he groans making you do it a couple more times.

You finally stopped and lightly licked the tip earning yourself more groans. You sucked on just the tip alone and you tasted more precum after a few seconds.

He kept his breathing as chill as possible, mainly to make it seem like nothing was going on in case someone were to take a peep outside and see him in his car. But also because he didn't want to moan out in public like this.

He sat still and through gritted teeth tried not to breathe heavily. Instead his thighs slightly shook and he was subconsciously bucking his hips up a bit.

His reactions alone had somehow warranted your panties to become even more drenched than before. He was so reactive even if he tried to play it cool, which end of the day wasn't going to work out for him.

He knew he was done for soon as he realized you didn't give a singular fuck that you were already outside your house. No, he knew he was fucked as soon as you positioned yourself to be eye level to his cock.

He knew he'd be done for no matter what because he was either going to finger fuck you or bury his head between your thighs till you forgot about his stupidity. Unfortunately for him, the night still wasn't over and he should've been prepared for you wanting to please him as well.

And he swore he could've came within seconds because your moans were just so angelic and his cock just had to stay trapped under his black jeans.

And after months of missing your body, your sounds, and your mouth, he's just meant to what, not shake and shiver at any slight touch you give him?

Or just full on taking every inch of him down your throat?

That'd be an insane and impossible ask.

You took all of him and pulled through, gagging until you could feel his pubic hair on your nose. You felt his hand push you down which resulted tears to form in your eyes.

You took all of him and let him hold you still while you breathed through your nose. You closed your eyes because they were slightly burning causing the tears to fall down.

Miguel finally let go and pulled your head up, you gasp and let all the saliva fall on to his cock. You look up at him and give the side of his shaft a little kiss before stroking him, making sure every inch is wet.

"Quit teasin' baby." He groans and you just shrug.

"Aren't you meant to be making it up to me?" You teases making him roll his eyes.

"Well?" You tease again and keep your pace to a minimal.

"Want me to apologize again? Is that it?" He asks and you shrug, giving him a small smile before he sighs.

"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. You deserve the absolute best and I promise I'll be the one to give it to you." He says and you nearly melted.

But you wanted more.

So going a little bit faster but you nod.

He shakes his head and chuckles, "you're gonna be the death of me."

"Oh I know." You reply and grin.

He thinks for a few seconds, all the things that were roaming through his mind when he wanted to prove himself a better contender than dingle berry.

It wasn't just to be the best physical option. He knew that.

So he decided to open himself up to you. He felt comfortable too and wanted you to know exactly where he stood with his feelings.

"I need you like the air I breathe. I can't exist without you. Please forgive me and I promise I'll always take care of you." He says softly bringing a hand down to cup your cheek.

You melt and stare into his eyes lovingly while he looks at you the same way.

You felt in your heart what you had to do.

The thumping alone showed how much that impacted you but just seeing and hearing how genuine he was, it was all you needed to hear.

"I forgive you Miguel." You say and smile, stroking him faster now because he's earned it at this point.

"And I'll try to not bring it up as a joke anymore." You joke and he laughs.

"I'd appreciate that but if I have to continue to prove myself to you I will." He responds and there go the fireworks in your stomach.

"You saved yourself." You mumble before taking him back in your mouth and immediately getting back to work.

His hands went back down to your head, pushing you further and further down until you're gagging once again except this time his hips came up. You close your eyes and he continues fucking your mouth, a melody of moans slipping through his lips making you moan against him.

He doesn't stop and goes faster which results in saliva slipping out of your mouth and down to his pants. He lifts your head up a bit then goes back to fucking your mouth but this time not full on gagging the whole time.

How thoughtful of him.

You let him use your mouth freely, only fair since you both missed each other so much and he gave you a proper apology that pulled on your heart strings.

Might as well let him.

He pulled your head back down as his hips came up making you gag unexpectedly which made him mutter, "Such a dirty girl, keep quiet wouldn't want your parents to know what their good girl is doing."

Your eyes open, wide as hell making him groan and go back to fucking your mouth except it was your throat this time.

He went faster and harder, chasing after that all too familiar feeling that he somehow hasn't felt in months.

He groans and moans your name making you look up at him all tear eyed just how he loved it.

Suddenly his orgasm hit sooner than expected and he stops as his cum shoots out and down your throat. You swallowed as much as you could when he sits down and brings your head up.

You licked your lips and continued slowly stroking him, making sure he gives you every drop. His thighs were shaking which only made you laugh as more cum dripped down his shaft.

You licked it all off him and let go, sitting back up when he grabs your face, pulling you in for a kiss.

You happily kiss back and feel his arms wrap around you making you melt into his embrace as you feel things will finally be good how you'd prefer over his old ways.

He pulls away and sighs, leaning his forehead against yours making your face grow warm. "You're so perfect baby." He mumbles and pecks your lips gently.

"Thank you for your apologies, I really appreciate the sentiment even under dirty circumstances." You tease making him laugh.

"I meant it all." He says and you nod.

"I know." You respond and he opens his door.

He gets off and then extends his hand to you, you accept and hop off but not before giving him one final kiss to seal the deal.

"All mine." He whispers softly, enough to send shivers down your spine.

"All yours." You whisper back before he pulls you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing you tight as if to ensure you won't run away from him.

He then lets go and you finally walk up to your front door but not before giving him one final wave and smile to which he returns.

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Season 7 Press Article Buddie Analysis

Okay I don't usually write meta/spec on press runs/articles but I found these super fascinating today, especially in comparison to how the showrunners (including Tim himself) and the actors have spoken about their arcs in the past.

First I want to say that in these interviews the goal is never actually to give the audience any important information but rather to tease, and purposely be as vague as possible. So most of what they're saying will likely have double meanings and all of them are being extremely careful with the words they choose to say. Now with that out of the way in the first EW article (linked here), I found several things extremely interesting.

Calling Marisol Eddie's "Hardware store flirtation". It's so funny to me, for one, but it's also interesting that that's all she's reduced to. A flirtation. I know that was really all they were in the last season, but we know Marisol's involved (likely minorly) in at least 2 episodes out of the first 5. Natalia on the other hand is for the most part understood to not be coming back (I would honestly be surprised given the actress is in NYC). But what's even more interesting is that Marisol is not mentioned anywhere else in either of these articles, meanwhile Oliver WAS asked about Natalia. So, I want people to keep in mind that in whatever way Marisol IS a part of this season, I SEVERELY doubt she's making it past the finale.

2. This answer about Natalia is your typical non-answer but to me, it's basically a confirmation she isn't coming back, which lends a tad bit more credibility to Tommy potentially stepping in as a LI for Buck (fingers crossed).

3. Buck is apparently called in to help talk to Christopher about dating women. Do I even really have to talk about how weird this sounds? Eddie had a whole WIFE? He dated Ana for many many months. He's currently dating hardware store flirtation Marisol right now. And yet, Ryan is claiming that Eddie feels like he doesn't know how to talk to his son about women? Enough so that he calls Buck to help? Talking to your kid about dating is a new avenue yes, but why are we acting like Eddie has never been with a woman before? Like I know last season in particular emphasized that Eddie isn't the best when it comes to dating but like ??? I swear to GOD y'all it's giving such severe compulsory heterosexuality. Eddie, my man, I hope this is indicative of where your story is going this season because it's been heading this way for many many many years. Separately, I also find the lack of mention of Shannon very interesting as well.

4. Which brings me to this part. The whole family dynamic aside...Buck's romantic relationships have been severely questionable at best the entire show. Before Abby, it's canon that all Buck did was sleep around a lot, which doesn't seem like something you wanna tell a young teen dating for the first time. So what's he gonna talk about? How women flee him? As I saw someone else say on the timeline "are the successful relationships in the room with us"? This is especially odd if the spec is true and he and Natalia broke up off-screen prior to the start of the season. Eddie, you just saw Buck have yet another failed relationship with woman #4 and your thought is that HE'S the one best suited to talk to your son? These two men are so queer and so dumb, but their hearts are in the right place.

Okay, moving on to EW article #2 linked here. Here I'm shifting a little bit more to Tim Minear, and what he's said before in the past as showrunner about Buck, Eddie, the buddifer dynamic and the buddie ship.

I have a love-hate relationship with Tim. On one hand, I think he's a far better showrunner than Kristen (for OG 911, 911 Lonestar does and always will suck ass). But on the other hand, I remember some of the things he said back when season 2 was airing. It's part of the reason why I can't take things like "he's so cute. he gets that a lot" or "does this boycrush on eddie mean you're over abby" or "you two have an adorable son" or any Big Buddie fanservice line in season 2 seriously or as any definitive proof of anything. Tim has openly admitted most of those were in season 2 to throw shippers a bone. Not to be taken seriously. And that didn't sit right with me. Very obviously, there was a shift in season 3 and no longer was buddie and shippers the butt of the joke. Season 3 is when I genuinely think the writers and Tim shifted from "haha this is funny" to "oh wait, maybe there IS something here" and obviously The Powers That Be (Fox) had some control over whether or not that happened and is honestly why I think it didn't happen in season 5 or 6 where it realistically could've fit very well after s4.

So firstly, please take everything I say with a grain of salt because Tim is a Known Liar and Word Twister and is very VERY good at saying a lot while absolutely saying nothing at all.

5. So...I find what he says in this article interesting because it's not in the first article. First, his word choice is very interesting. Using both "friendship" and "coupling" in the same sentence, which have two different connotations. Secondly, he says that "at their core" their relationship is about their friendship. When something is the core of something else, that doesn't mean that's all there is. The core may be the essence, or the foundation, or the glue of something. But it is something that is BUILT UPON, something that extends past the core. To me, it means that while the core of buddie's relationship is their friendship, their relationship encompasses much more than that. It's like those successful old married couples who say the key to being married happily for 50+ years is that "we're still best friends" or that "the key to a successful romantic relationship is having that foundation of strong friendship" etc. Now, I'm not SAYING this means canon buddie, but I just find it interesting that this is how Tim chose to describe them this time around. To me, that says Tim is very much aware that there's far more to be explored in their relationship than just their friendship. Whether that means far more buddifer family arcs, or an actual real exploration of Buck and Eddie as a romantic couple, I'm very excited to see where it goes.

#911 abc #buddie #media analysis #speculation #buddie speculation #911 speculation

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I HAD NO IDEA SEASON 2 CAME OUT ALREADY SO NOW IM GOING TO SCREAM ABOUT IT

Episode 1:

CROWLEY WANTED TO TAKE AZIRAPHALE BACK TO THE PLACE THEY FIRST MET

CROWLEY PROTECTED AZIRAPHALE FIRST IM SCREAMING

(My brother actually came into my room to tell me to shut up)

Of course Aziraphale would just forgive 8 months rent

Lmao Gabriel’s just walking down the street ass naked

Gabriel just hugged Aziraphale I can’t

“James. Long for Jim, short for Gabriel”

Crowley knows Aziraphale so well, but poor guy he only calls him for 3 reasons

Poor Crowley is trying so hard not to freak out about the “naked man friend”

The conversation between Crowley and Jim I can’t

Maggie and Nina are trapped together!!

Michael and Uriel are fighting let’s gooo

Crowley just casually let the girls out lmao

THERES AN I WAS WRONG DANCE OH MY GOD

THEYRE PERFORMING A MIRACLE TOGETHER

Aaaaaand of course it goes immediately wrong

Episode 2:

Gabriel’s wig is atrocious

IS AZIRAPHALE GOING TO BE THE SUPREME ARCHANGEL NOW

A jukebox that turns every song into Everyday like the Bentley with Queen, hmmm….

Crowley looks like a doting partner bringing his husband a drink

“Get humans wet and staring into each other’s eyes, vavoom, sorted” sir… are you telling me that’s what did it for you???

Crowley’s so confounded that Jane Austen wrote books

THE VOICE OF GOD???

HE TURNED ALL THE GOATS INTO BIRDS

Crowley scaring the kids cause they were brats but not actually killing them aww

The little girl asking to be a blue lizard with her siblings she’s so cute

CROWLEY TAUGHT AZIRAPHALE TO EAT

I cannot believe Aziraphale was the first to talk about sides I love them

Crowley and Aziraphale working together for the first time to save the kids

Aziraphale looks so shaken to have lied poor baby

Crowley babe he’s begging for you to drive him

“Our car” you can’t take it that far lol

Poor Aziraphale really thought he was gonna fall he was about to cry

Crowley was so soft in that last scene

Episode 3:

Jim’s stuff is all labeled

Aziraphale looks like a proud father to Muriel

Crowley’s moving the plants to use the car

They both look like parents I love them

Crowley brought Aziraphale to a cemetery because he thought it would amuse him, that is date behavior

Crowley is about to kill Aziraphale for changing his car

NESSIE?!?!

“Operation: Lovebirds” Crowley is such a dork

Aziraphale just is not getting anything lol

Crowley… shrunk himself??? And then grew himself????

Crowley tempted her to be good I love him

I love the very closed sign

Demons can’t enter somewhere uninvited???

He’s so angry Aziraphale might be hurt

Episode 4:

BEEBOP

“His type”????

“I remember hearing that you and Crowley were an item” HOLY SHIT

HE CALLED CROWLEY HIS GOOD FRIEND AFTER THE CHURCH!!!

“This office has gone 13 5 0 days without anyone saying ‘THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED’”

Glad to see Aziraphale in his magic era

Crowley’s impression is hilarious

“Someone you can really trust” and his first thought is Crowley 🥹

Aziraphale has a gun and Crowley has never shot one

Crowley was shaking he was so scared and Aziraphale was so proud of his trick

Furfur not knowing how to pronounce Aziraphale lmao

Sleight of hand!

Look at them finding a middle ground in shades of grey!

Lmao Crowley would murder him if he knew Aziraphale didn’t put the brakes

Episode 5:

They’re talking about Doctor Who

Aziraphale’s giving books and Crowley’s playing with crystal balls, I love them

Aziraphale being bad at French is so funny to me

Nina grilling Crowley on his relationship with Aziraphale is everything

Crowley was confronted with his feelings and immediately went out to get a drink with Aziraphale

Crowley’s so mad go off king

The matchbox!

Aww look at Crowley denying he’s nice

The romantic music while Crowley looks at Aziraphale with the chandelier

Oh. My. GOD. Jim’s suit!

Lol that’s not what I was expecting when they said masks will be provided

AZIRAPHALE WANTS TO DANCE WITH CROWLEY

THEYRE DANCING!!!!!!

“Surrender the angle”

Gabriel’s coat!!

“T. O. S. T. E.”

“You’re a good lad” “not actually, either”

“Rescuing me makes him so happy” you can’t just say things like that and expect me to be normal about it

Episode 6:

Crowley’s just bouncing around in heaven

“I’m done with being scared” *flips them the bird*

Oh sweetie, you meant well but no

“Crowley’s emotional support angel” yes, yes that’s exactly what he is

Crowley’s little supportive punch to Muriel was so cute

AZIRAPHALES HALO?!?!

THE FLY

Gabriel x Beelzebub confirmed??

The fact that Gabriel and Beelzebub were able to sort this out in a few years while it’s taken Crowley and Aziraphale 6000 is insane

And the fact that Aziraphale grabbed Crowley’s arm when he realized that

Crowley’s so impressed with Aziraphale bringing everyone to order

Aziraphale’s face at Crowley talking about Alpha Centauri

Aziraphale looking at Crowley with so much love in his eyes is giving me life

THE METATRON?!?!

Aziraphale looking to Crowley for permission I can’t

Crowley knowing Aziraphale will come back and saying they need “a little us time” at the Ritz

Crowley getting antsy that Aziraphale’s not back yet

Nina taking inspiration from Crowley and calling Maggie angel my beloved

Crowley looks devastated that Aziraphale interrupted him

Aziraphale looks so incredibly happy at getting Crowley to be an angel again but there’s no way Crowley wants that

Crowley’s getting so emotional

“Just be an us” stooooopppppp

“I need you” I can’t take this!

Nightingales

THEY KISSED!!!!!!!!!

Aziraphale touched his lips after I’m dying

Aziraphale stop being so stupid and get him back

The- the second coming??

YOU CANNOT END IT HERE

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

Please tell me there will be a season 3 I can’t handle this

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STUDY IN LOKI ROMANCE

Part 3: 1893

Since we're only a few days away from the last episode, I decided to COUNT DOWN everything we´ve got so far ( that can be interpreted very easily as romantic ) and discuss what the actual fuck is going on with second season. Because even though I shipped lokius practically from S1E2, I absolutely did NOT expect this kind of development. (Not that I´m complaining)

Warning: This is gonna be LONG post, lots of screenshots, lots of SPOILERS, lot of "oh-my-god-they-so-cute" language, and little bit of meta.

I originally thought that this post would be everything at once, but since I have just too many screenshots this time around, I´ll have to split it. so every post will be one episode. Color coding means:

IIIIIIIIII = anything, that coud potentialy be just acting choice.

IIIIIIIIII = everything else (tzn.: whatever was written, and/or carefully prepared by filmmakers. )

side note: I already wrote, about how amazing it is, that Mobius is unable to fight but fights anyway and how beautifuly, and ridiculously brave he is HERE. But this is about Loki/Mobius interactions, so I´ll try my best not to talk about THAT. (Even when I´m really happy, that s2 continues with this formula and Mobius is still his completely defenseless while aggressively brave self. I love him, btw.)

EPISODE 1 HERE EPISODE 2 HERE

Episode 3, here we go:

22) matching suits part 2 anyone, who work on those costumes: I want to kiss you all!

23) Another exhibition of touches:

the challange name is: "how close we can get, before we sink into each other"

24) "And they lived happily ever after..." They had some lokius fan in the editing room, I´m telling ya! This retro movie style transition... THAT is my roman empire...

like seriously? what is the purpose of this? I can´t wrap my head around it. someone just thought that it is really crucial to end this scene with two of them in a circle. OK.

but WHY?

It was LITTERALY used only once! (I´m sorry, but as someone, who works as an editor, this just driving me crazy 🤒🫠)

25) Loki and Mobius enjoying popcorn:

I have several things to say here:

ever heard about when one person is "forced" to have fun for the first time, and to try new things by the other person, and he´s protesting and is all about work and serious matters, but secretly loves it and is visibly relaxed and happy? - Because I´m sure this is some bloody romantic comedy trope, that everyone have seen about hundred times!

"Oh look, you have a piece of food on the chin, let me just…"

I know I already said this somewhere, but, this is the moment, where in my language suddenly (completely randomly) switched from formal way of speaking to each other to intimate way of speaking to each other. (I´m Czech, btw, and I have no idea, what happened in that recording studio but it had to be interesting)

26) Also... Bickering like married couple (part 3)

27) "You know sometimes I forget, that you are one of them... Blows my mind!"

Mobius being Loki´s fan.

Also yeas. Loki is one of them. God. And Mobius is a small, normal dude. JUST A HUMAN. Analyst, even! And they´re eating popcorn together.... also Loki will do whatever Mobius wishes

28) another "let´s be as close as we physically can" challange

Loki can´t keep only eye on him. he needs hands, because reasons

29) Mobius supporting Loki in using magic...

... or I should say Loki using Magic, whenever Mobius wishes, because...

"Will you handle this please?" "Gently!"

And on top of that... not him, explaining, what just happened, to the public, by: "The amazing Loki, everyone! He´ll be here all week! 🥳🥳🥳"

who the heck asked, Mobius? stop showing off with your magical boyfriend

30) Victor/Ravonna - the most transparent mirror ever:

THIS scene? Are you kidding? Ravonna running towards Victor: "Mr Timley! are you okay? And Mobius running practicly at the same time towards Loki with: You allright?" and both helping their man up on their feet?! IN SYNC! this is too much.

WTF

31) THE BIKE THIS. this is the most GREENLY green point, I can think of. Someone had to have this vision. This idea. And put it in to screenplay. Someone had to find the bike. Someone was shooting this. Camera is moving around them. And they were all like GREAT idea, let´s have them riding tandem bike while chasing Ravonna and Timely, that makes complete sense! (even when we have Loki chasing Brad USING MAGIC one episode back) anyway... ever heard about "let´s do this crazy stupid thing - absolutely not - and then they do the thing" trope?

32) Loki going with Mobius, not even thinking about it anymore.

And to think, that I was expecting something like S01E03 (Lamentis episode)! Once again, I wasn´t prepared for amount of Lokius content I was actually served. What a surprise! 🤯

#loki #loki spoilers #loki and mobius #lokius #mobius m mobius #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #loki s2 spoilers #loki season 2

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cirusthecitrus · 1 year

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Horde Prime's body language and mannerisms part 1/3

T posing, head shaking and manspreading

I was always facinated with the way Prime moves and handles himself, but ever since I got officially obsessed with this character I began to notice more and more interesting quirks and signature Prime gestures - there are just so many. And now I'm going to (over)analyse them all!

1. Hands behind the back

Lets start with the classic "well mannered/disciplined character" pose

It really suits his whole character and even makes Prime look like he's always plotting something (which he does). And it shows that HP clearly watches his posture and I'm glad he does like damn my man has such a good posture

Also, I now have a theory that Prime keeps his arms behind his back so no one can see him fidgeting with his hands and fingers. Or he hides them in a way to restrain himself from touching everything he sees (I just cant help but to headcanon Horde Prime as a kinesthetic person who learns by touch and feeling)

2. Crossed legs

It's giving slut, its giving bad bitch, its giving if only I cared hon <3 and I love it

The way he sits shows just how comfortable he feels on his throne and in his role as an emperor - he's right where he thinks he belongs. In his case crossed legs also indicate that Prime feels confident and in control. Even when Adora sees him during this whole vessel maintenance process, even when Catra went against him, even when he was visiting the Fright Zone and sitting on Hordak's throne, even when a rebellion sparks on other occupied planets

And yeah, sometimes the emphasis on his legs is so obvious that it looks very fanservice-y, but not that I mind that >:}

Eventually u get so used to him sitting like this that when Prime doesnt cross his legs it feels so wrong and scandalous lol

But this only happened like 3 times. And I think he only changes his pose when he needs to concentrate (like when he searches through someone's memories) or when he feels like he's losing control (like when he felt enraged after She-Ra and co escaped the Velvet Glove)

Though I cant explain why he manspreads in the last screenshot, its from Save the Cat and I have no idea why'd he do that, it feels so wrong pls make him stop I'm scared

3. The iconic Prime pose

He's actual signature pose that really fits his character. It's dramatic, it has some similarities with irl holy/religious imagery, it makes Prime look like he's taking even more space, and it kinda reminds me of the way peacocks show off their tails :)

Gotta mention that when he doesnt do "the pose" Prime is still always doing something with his arms and posing almost thetrically, which is again, right on brand for him

3. The 👉👈

At first I didnt want to include this one cause I thought it was just an insignificant silly gesture he only does once, but then I actually caught Prime doing it again!

Then I've noticed that Prime often does this thing when he folds his hands in various ways, kinda forming a shape of a rhomb/diamond? The same as the one on the Horde emblem?

My main point though is that HP again seems to never know where to put his hands, which I find cute :з

4. The thinking pose

It's just funny how Prime always props his head on his left hand just so he won't accidentally poke his extra eyes out with his claws))

5. Smoothing the hair

I included this specifically because Prime only does this one time in the entire season. It's an uncharacteristic gesture for him. Especially since there's no hair to smooth, its all cabels with only little seen of his actual hair

Prime only did this after Scorpia disobeyed his order, letting Adora and Perfuma escape. For a moment he felt like he lost control over the situation AND one of his puppets, plus it was yet another time when She-Ra managed to survive and "win"

I will speculate that Prime used to do this gesture all the time somewhere in the past, when he didnt have his cable hair yet AND when he had less control over his "subjects"

So when on Etheria Prime's plans began to fail for the first time in forever and someone who supposed to be under his full control actually dared to disobey him he felt so frustrated and stressed that he might've mentally come back to those times when he wasnt yet "all powerful". When he often felt the need to calm himself down by fixing his hair and running his hand over it

What's interesting, Prime does something similar in this scene, only here he gives pets to one of his clones. I'm going to throw in another suggestion and say that it actually might've been someone else who used to help HP calm down in similar manner

6. Head shake

I could not stop thinking about this one simply because it annoyed me too much lol. I really don't get what is it with Prime always shaking his head and why it was only a thing in his debut episode. Anyway, he does this to emphasize the words "No" and "Never". And only when he is either really amused or angry. He also does this almost in a mocking condescending manner, probably because he saw Glimmer and Catra as some dumb children who won't get the message otherwise

Still don't get why he only does this in one episode and then this quirk of his is (mostly) completely forgotten

It was easier to make a video rather than a set of gifs, so enjoy me counting all the times when Prime shook his goddamn head

#spop #horde prime #shera #horde clones #spop meta #spacebats #the galactic horde #long post #ramblings #image heavy #this is fun #im so normal about this character as u can clearly see #ive been sitting on this idea for so long and now finally doing iiit #going to use this as a reference guide when i start working on a comic

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Neighborhood Academy AU Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 (Final)

It had been a very long time since you’ve been excited for the first day of school, but this time was extra special. You worked hard to beg your parents to let you transfer into Neighborhood Academy, purely because you loved the uniforms.

Like seriously, who could pass up getting to wear rainbow pants, shorts, skirts, or skorts with knee-high rainbow socks? And they had some variations that were supposed to be dependent on the season but they were all just so fashionable that the school relented in allowing the vibe of what the students felt best in so long as they wore their rainbows. Best Academy uniforms ever, even the shoes were neato, being old fashioned looking like from the 50s or so with the black and white pattern but having hearts on the bottom!

The only thing on the attire list that was absolutely mandatory was a little bolo-tie like charm to go around the red kerchief for the sailor suit part of the top. It was a little red house with cartoony eyes in its windows. Weird thing to make mandatory since it was literally a little plastic thing but whatever, RAINBOW SKORTS AND SUSPENDERS YO!

Which is what you decided to go with, not trusting the wind for anything, plus it was super cute and you were certain it looked good on you. You were careful to tie the knot of the kerchief nice and big so the little house could sit on it and not slip past it as you headed out the door to school.

Things started to get interesting the second you crossed the threshold of the Academy gates, you stopped to help a girl gather her script papers that was blowing in the wind, and made immediate friends with her as she handed an extra flier for school play auditions later after the last bell rang. Her name was Sally and you couldn’t help but happily agree to show up since her little ball of literal sunshine personality was just so infectious. You had to hurry though as you were gonna be late for Homeroom and first class.

You overheard a teacher gently scold a tall jokester looking student to hopefully make more of an effort this year and actually pass his classes. Then as you ran you found yourself neck and neck with a dude whose visage screamed that he was gonna be a mailman after he graduated as he football-carried his boyfriend to class. Well you assumed they were an item, they looked like complete opposites to the point of looking like there was no way they should even be friends. But opposites attract, you supposed.

"Well, we must not be too late if we're not the only ones running to Homeroom, Eddie." Grumbled the football-carried boyfriend.

Eddie, the potential mailman running next to you, finally took notice of you and brightened.

"Oh hey! You must be the new transfer student! Which Homeroom did you get?"

You say hello and introduce yourself in agreement to the assumption of the transfer student part. Then you go on to say, "I'm in Professor Pillar's Homeroom!"

"Hey, so are we! I'm Eddie, an' this is Frank!"

Frank uttered a grumpy, "Charmed I'm sure."

You followed Eddie when he turned a corner. Then he continued talking between the three of you.

"Hey, Frank, are Julie and the others still in our homeroom too?"

"Of course! They do it alphabetically by last name so Sally's the only one that ended up in Ms. Poppy Partridge's Homeroom again!” Frank replied. “Aside from Julie’s sisters anyway, they’re all in different Homerooms too for some reason.”

Suddenly you had to screech to a halt as a crowd of students blocked the way to your Homeroom. Mostly made up of girls but there was the occasional guy in the mix too.

“What’s this crowd for?” You couldn’t help but wonder aloud. It was rhetorical, and because of the squealing students, you didn’t expect to be heard and answered.

“Wally.” Frank and Eddie replied in unison in their own distinct tones. Eddie sighed defeatedly, and Frank had sighed disdainfully.

“How are we friends with him again?” Frank asked snarkily.

“Frank!” Eddie chided, “You know why, we’re in the same cul-de-sac as him. Nevermind that we’ve known him since Kindergarten.”

“You’re right!” Frank agreed defeatedly. “Figures puberty gave him its blessing to turn out more gorgeous than he already was!”

“He's really that handsome?" You couldn't help but ask curiously though cheekily. Another rhetorical question, if this crowd of fans were anything to go by.

The two boyfriends nodded anyway, Eddie finally putting Frank down since Homeroom was within reach.

And you were finally making out the squeals of the crowd calling Wally the prince of the school. Oh lovely, you're in an anime now. The transfer student thing should've tipped you off on that, but honestly this Academy was big enough that there's no way you're the only transfer. Right? Right.

Then Eddie finally saw an opening to allow you all to squeeze through, grabbing Frank’s hand, and in turn, Frank was nice enough to grab yours as they both dragged you through the sea of fangirling students and into the safety of your Homeroom proper.

Suddenly you accidentally bump into another student with your elbow, and quickly shout your apologies over the screaming fans, only for that student to silence everyone else single handedly by shouting back “OH HEY! YOU’RE THE NEW TRANSFER STUDENT!”

Every single eye in that crowd, especially the original center of attention, Wally’s were now on you. And it was dead quiet.

“Hi, how ya doin’! Get ta class we’re gonna be late otherwise ya dorks!” You greeted and kindly reminded back, you kept your eyes closed as you smiled at everyone so you didn’t see what Wally looked like.

Regardless, your friendly reminder was effective as everyone scattered, scuttling off to their respective Homerooms unless they were also trying to get to this one too.

Without opening your eyes, you about-faced and headed into the classroom.

“Well, so much for you keeping a low profile, sorry about that.” Frank apologized. Eddie also looked apologetic, rubbing the back of his head.

“No worries, I have to introduce myself at the start of Homeroom anyway, and if I’m the only transfer this year, folks are gonna know about me anyway when I audition for Sally’s play this evening.” You explain nonchalantly.

“Sally’s holding auditions already?! I thought for sure they’d be tomorrow!” Cried a new voice, feminine and bubbly.

“Hi, Julie. Hi, Wally.” Frank and Eddie greeted in unison over your shoulder.

You prepared a friendly smile as you turned to face them. Julie was as adorable as she sounded, and you nodded at her in acknowledgement. Wally on the other hand…holy shiitake mushrooms. Nobody had the right to be that pretty! He wore the blue cardigan that would definitely have been reserved for the fall and winter style of the uniforms, otherwise others just wear white button ups with large enough lapels for the kerchief. Speaking of which, Wally wore his as more of an ascot around his neck, but with the little house ornament on it, made it look like a choker almost. Your smile fell at the sight of him, just a little, if only because he had an intense gaze about him too.

You were about to introduce yourself properly, but Professor Howdy Pillar piped up to get everyone settled so you could introduce yourself to the whole class.

“All-righty, have a seat everyone, so our new transfer student can introduce themselves. Go ahead, kiddo.” Professor Pillar nodded to you to take the floor.

So you introduce yourself, adding a favorite hobby, which was in the arts of all kinds, and plugged in the small advertisement for Sally’s auditions this evening, and the hope to get along with everyone.

Polite claps sounded. Then Professor Pillar directed you to sit in the empty seat that was second to last and a window seat, but also happened to be next to Wally. Frank was in front of you though, so at least you had another familiar face, Eddie was next to him, and Julie was next to Wally on his other side. There was also that jokester student from your vague notice earlier, you later learned his name was Barnaby, he sat behind Wally.

You weren’t entirely sure what it was about Wally in particular that set you on edge. Everybody else seemed nice, even the rest of the classroom. However Wally stood out like a sore thumb, maybe it was his fabulous pompadour, not many folks could pull that style off let alone bother with the time and effort to set it up. No…it was definitely his gaze. His eyes were pretty…but also pretty unsettling.

You ran through the chain of events surrounding Wally in your head and came to an easy conclusion as to why he could be staring at you so intensely. You stole his thunder from him before he made it to the classroom. With fabulous hair like his, the nickname of being the prince of the school, there was no way he didn’t have an ego. He must be pretty peeved.

You shot him a quick apology for earlier as you sat down at your designated seat. Thankfully he seemed to accept your apology as you suddenly no longer felt the hairs on your neck stand on end from his line of sight. You chose to ignore him otherwise.

Professor Pillar went onto a few other announcements before heading right into his specialty, Marketing. Once his lecture was done, other teachers came, taught and went, you even got to see Professor Partridge, who preferred to be called Ms. Poppy instead, she taught Home Economics usually but the Kitchen lab was still being cleaned from the previous semester, as staff got around to it last or some other high up excuse, probably had something to do with the budget. For now at least she taught the Chemistry of Home Economics.

The next thing you knew the day was done, yet you craved more knowledge since all the teachers were so much fun. With a pout you packed up your things, before brightening up again at remembering that play auditions were happening.

Even better, Julie called out to you about it and was happy to show the way. By literally dragging you there, you felt the intensity of Wally’s gaze again, unsure what to make of it before falling out of his line of sight purely because of Julie’s speed down the hallways. Maybe he was jealous this time..or again? What was his deal exactly? Whatever it was, your brain came to the conclusion that he and Julie might be an item since they came into the classroom together, not that you were paying attention to that part, but she stole you away, and who knows? That might’ve been what set him off this time.

In any case, it wasn’t just you and Julie who went, Eddie, Frank, and Barnaby were there, Wally, naturally and from what little you could tell, literally the rest of the school just about. You could only assume that the entire fan crowd of Wally’s told all their friends in their respective classes and the word just spread like wildfire. It was to the point that both Professor Pillar and Ms. Poppy had shown up just to chaperone the whole ordeal.

The kicker was about 70 percent of the school were just there to spectate. After all, who wouldn’t want to see how the new transfer student was talent wise? And up against the prince of the school, ooh, spicy!

All in all a pretty good day, the play was…a musical, and it was The Phantom of the Opera. You auditioned for Meg since you didn’t have enough confidence in your voice to hit high E notes for Christine’s part, you were perfectly comfortable being a Mezzosoprano or an Alto thank you kindly. Which happened to be for the best, because you got the part just fine, but had you gotten Christine (which Julie did thank goodness), Wally would’ve played the direct important opposite of you as the titular Phantom. Raoul was played by Frank amazingly. Eddie didn’t actually audition, he had track meets to worry about later down the line, but he was there for support anyway. And finally there was Barnaby as one of the new Opera House owners, probably just so he could heckle.

“You could’ve gotten the part for Christine easily you know, so why didn’t you?” Wally asked you once after finally getting to know him through everyone else and eating lunch together in the cafeteria. This question was in private, he caught you by your locker, and none of the rest of either one of your collective friends had shown up yet.

“And have to hit high E notes for a month? No thanks, playing Meg is just fine, even if the poor thing gets written horribly in the sequel.” You answer honestly, even if you have no idea where he was going asking this though you had some suspicions.

Surprisingly your answer made him laugh, it was weirdly monotonous but charming, in a way that suited him.

“I suppose you’re right about that. But I guess I was really wondering if you also chose it to avoid me.”

His gaze was on you again, not as intense as the first few days of school, but for some reason, you could always feel it on you even if you weren’t looking at him and knew he was looking your way.

“At the time of the auditions perhaps, but even then I thought you would’ve refused to be the Phantom since you prefer to be so handsome all the time. But Raoul doesn’t sing much so I don’t blame you for preferring to show off either.” You reply earnestly, then added an afterthought. “Besides, I assumed you and Julie were an item, was I wrong?”

“Yes, actually. She and I are just friends, have been since Kindergarten along with Sally, Frank, Eddie, and Barnaby. Howdy and Poppy are our neighbors too so it's always weird having to refer to them formally in the school’s public.” Wally had chuckled monotonously again, quite mirthfully as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. Did your simple answers really affect him that much?

“Fascinating to know, but it still sounds like you really want to ask me something deeper though, so what is it that you really want to ask?” You queried suspiciously.

“Why have you really been avoiding me since the first day of school?” He asked…darkly in his own suspicion. You could feel it in his gaze too, confirming your suspicions.

“Several reasons actually. First and foremost, I’m certain now that I ticked you off at least twice that very first day. Second, I didn't really want the drama of the ‘new transfer student’ and the ‘prince of the school’ and any rumors to follow, ‘cuz you know that’s gonna spread like wildfire. Thirdly, let’s face it Walls, you’re too pretty for me.” You closed your locker as you had retrieved all your stuff for the day. That last one was said in a slight agitation, as you had long since resigned to your fate of most likely being a single pringle since the idea of dating was just exhausting. Nevermind the slight insecurity you had about not seeing yourself as pretty either, a thought that still made tears well up enough to poke out the sides of your eyes.

A fact that Wally saw as you passed by him to get to Homeroom, no longer wanting anything more to do with this conversation and having no patience for the others at the moment. Apparently he wasn’t having it and kabedonned you, punching poor Joe Schmoe’s locker hard enough to leave a dent.

Of course you yelped, he punched a locker and stopped you in your tracks! You looked up at him in confusion all bleary eyed since the tears were a little more prominent now that you couldn’t help it.

Worse yet, fear kept you in place rather than shoving the open shoulder off and telling him that this wasn’t cool and you certainly weren’t in the mood for shenanigans. All you could do was wait for him to say something.

“You’re the one that’s too pretty for me, dear neighbor.” Wally replied calmly, the little pet name referencing the fact that you sat next to each other in class and your lockers were in the same area. You really wanted to laugh at his face for it, since he just punched a locker and pinned you to said lockers just to calmly voice an opinion that you couldn’t even take seriously because of how deeply rooted your insecurity about yourself was. But you gawked instead.

No, better, you came up with a witty comeback, self deprecating in nature, but at least it was something.

“If I had a nickel for every time someone told me that…I’d only be five cents richer but at least it's something, though it’s not enough to buy me anything these days.” You quipped rawly, making sure the frustration in your tone was obvious. Finally you broke away from him by going out the opening he left and around his backside to continue on your path to Homeroom.

He must’ve spaced out trying to process the meaning of what you just said as he suddenly looked around for you before finally spotting you on the stairs.

“(Y/N), Wait! I really do think you’re beautiful!” He called after you.

But you weren’t having it.

“Save it for your reflection, pretty boy!” You retorted over your shoulder with a quick, icy glare, hoping idly that it had the same effect as when you felt his intense gaze at least twice over.

It most likely worked…for a second anyway. The next thing you know he’s bringing you bouquets of flowers everyday, but when that got annoying enough that you had nowhere to put them and even the teachers told him to cut it out. So he settled for chocolates…which was better, since they were useful in snack sharing.

Then he got the Academy’s cheerleading squad to spell your name at certain intervals, but you turned that one right around on him with innuendos about how he got the cheerleading squad to do that for him at all.

Then he finally just settled for belting That’s All I Ask of You, under the very sneaky guise that it was for practice. You were never more eager for a musical to be done and over with.

Frank had asked first about Wally’s behavior that was clearly directed at you. And he understood the most when you told him the short and succinct gist of it. He took your side, but also encouraged Wally on this because, how far would he really take this? The entire friend group wanted to know too.

It came to the point that you brought a spritz bottle to school with you to threaten to droop his precious pompadour. He eased up on his antics, but still tried to prove his love in smaller ways. Such as passing you notes with a finger football flick, they had little drawings of the two of you together or really detailed and impressive drawings of your face, lots of love poems. The next play you auditioned for, he begged Sally to play opposite of you no matter what role you got.

Whether or not you relented is entirely up to you, it was entertaining either way, his antics raising in stakes in bursts, or him being an absolute smush of a lover boy should you finally take him on as a lover.

You did get even more frustrated with how gorgeous he looks even with his hair down when you did finally spritz him. It took months to forgive him for even looking that hot. Jeez!

#See on AO3 for other thoughts #Welcome Home ARG #Wally Darling #Wally Darling x reader #Frank Frankly #Eddie Dear #Barnaby B. Beagle #Julie Joyful #Sally Starlet #Howdy Pillar #Poppy Partridge #Reluctant!Reader #Phantom of the Opera #High School AU #GIMME FAN ART #I WROTE THIS FOR THE UNIFORMS

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racinggirl · 2 years

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breaking deals || charles leclerc (part 2)

type: two shot (part 2) - click here to read part 1 pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 1.7k summary: being friends with benefits with a driver on another team has its ups and downs... requested: yes! “can you please write a fic where y/n is a driver, she's friends with benefits with charles, but when he confess his love she leaves. later on, she decides to give them a chance and the end is super fluff? please show her being super cute with him and breaking the news about their relationship on the paddock!”(by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: swearing (just a little), (mentions of) a crash, possible heartbreak, just loads of fluff. emotional rollercoaster, you've been warned. notes: a little later than planned, but it's here! part 2 :) I hope you all like it, don't forget to like, share, or comment. love you all <3

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‘’So you’re telling me you and Charles have been sneaking around for half a year now?’’ Lola, your best friend, just finished her pizza, watching and listening how you poured your heart out about the Ferrari driver. You simply nodded in response, playing with the – now cold – slice of pizza on the table in front of you. ‘’And why exactly did you tell him to leave? I mean, come on y/n, you obviously have feelings for him as well, I know you.’’

‘’That’s exactly the problem, Lo, I have feelings for him, but we can not be together.’’

‘’Aren’t you leaving Alpha Tauri next season?’’ She asked, her eyebrow raising as she sipped the diet coke she brought along with the pizza. You sighed, heavily. It was true, you and your manager had some meetings with different teams, other teams than Alpha Tauri, because who didn’t want the first woman in F1 in their team? Exactly.

‘’Yeah, but…’�� ‘’No, y/n, no buts, you like him, for gods sake, go for him, at least tell him how you feel.’’ Yeah, easier said than done.

You wanted to tell him, you wanted to be with him, but it almost felt like a Romeo and Juliet kind of story. You liked each other, hell you loved each other, but both sides you were on didn’t allow the two of you to actually be together. You at the blue side, him at the red side.

‘’I did have a meeting with Ferrari as well.’’ You mumbled to your friend, watching as her eyes widened, the pizza almost dropping to the floor. ‘’You what now?’’ She gasped.

The meetings you had with Ferrari actually were the ones you looked forward to the most, but also dreaded the most, because this meant avoiding Charles, lying to him, hiding things from him. The truth is, Ferrari wanted you, Carlos going back to McLaren to replace Daniel, who would find his way back to RedBull. However, you couldn’t tell Charles, because of the contracts, because of the agreements you made with the teams.

‘’I swear if you tell anyone-‘’ ‘’Don’t worry, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.’’ Your friend smiled after you just told her your new racing suit for next season had the same color as Charles’. Yes, you were going to be his teammate.

‘’So that’s why you can’t tell him? Because of the contract.’’ Your friend sighed, making you nod in response. ‘’Yeah, if I tell him they will reconsider the contract, I need to be able to keep secrets in this team, it’s almost like a test.’’

‘’A bloody hard one…’’

And it was a hard one, one in which reality hit almost harder than one of your biggest crashes.

‘’Red flag, red flag, keep the delta positive, delta positive.’’ Charles heard his race engineer over the radio, his heart beating out of his chest the moment he heard it, he saw it.

‘’Y/n, are you okay? y/n, let me know if you’re okay, the medical car is on their way, medical car on their way.’’

Abu Dhabi, November 20th, 2022.

‘’And welcome, to the final race of the season, welcome, to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix!’’ The commentators were everywhere, people cheering, screaming, a lot of energy coming from this place.

The race itself however, was less good, it was bad, really bad. You qualified P8, which was okay, but not the best so far. Charles qualified even worse, P11. Your start was okay, Charles’ start was amazing. But once the final laps approached, things got out of hand. You tried to overtake Lance Stroll, who was defending like his life depended on it. It was a battle for the final point.

The defending got a little too rough the moment you were wheel to wheel, side to side as you took the outside, while Lance took the inside. His car took the wrong route, sending you into the barriers with a speed over 150 miles an hour. Charles saw it happening, since he was about to lap the both of you.

‘’Red flag, red flag, keep the delta positive, delta positive.’’

‘’Is she okay? That was y/n, wasn’t it? Fucking hell.’’ Charles kept talking, nervously, looking into his mirrors to see the Aston Martin of Lance slowly driving behind him, the Alpha Tauri you were in, completely into the barriers, the only thing sticking out was the broken front wing.

‘’Affirm, that was y/n, no information on it yet, I’ll keep you updated.’’

‘’Fuck me, fuck! She needs to be okay, that was a big one, for fucks sake!’’ It felt like his whole word collapsed, right in front of his eyes, the way you were making the move, the smart move. And then, the way Lance lost control of his car, sending you straight into the barriers.

‘’Okay, y/n is okay, she got out of the car, but is headed to the hospital for checkups.’’

He wanted to come along, he wanted to make sure you were okay, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t because reality is, the two of you hadn’t spoken in days, weeks, months. After that one time in the hotel room, you lost contact and never spoke again.

He missed you, like crazy, and so did you, because there was more than just friends between the two of you, more than just friends with benefits, there was love, true love, from both sides.

The moment he saw you in that hospital bed, bruises covering your arms, bandages on your ribs, a sob left his mouth, waking you up after the nap you just had.

‘’Charles?’’ Your voice was raspy, dry, soft, fragile, it matching the way you looked right now. ‘’y/n, please, don’t say a thing.’’ He mumbled, feet moving into your direction, his hand instantly reaching for yours.

‘’You scared the shit out of me.’’ He continued, playing with the fingers on your right hand, a sigh escaping his lips. ‘’I’m so glad you’re okay, so so glad…’’ He sighed.

Mattia talked to him, mostly about the results of this year, but also about next year. Charles had asked him if they found a new driver yet, because he knew Carlos was leaving Ferrari, going back to his former team, McLaren. Mattia decided that, since you were in the hospital, it was time to tell him.

‘’You’re going to be my teammate.’’ He whispered after a long silence between the two of you, your hands not leaving each other’s. You instantly looked up into his eyes, blinking twice to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

‘’What?’’

‘’My teammate, you’ll be my teammate.’’ He says again, eyes meeting yours. You swallowed thickly, a sigh escaping your lips. ‘’Who told you?’’ ‘’Mattia.’’ ‘’Oh…’’

‘’I know you couldn’t tell me, he explained it to me.’’ He mumbles, sighing. ‘’I don’t want to hurt your head too much now, sorry, we can talk about it another time, okay?’’ He kindly suggested, a weak smile appearing on your lips at how sweet he was again. You missed him, so freaking much.

That day in the hospital changed your entire life, he had you back, and you couldn’t stay away from him anymore. You were back together, this time not just as friends, but as lovers.

1 year later

‘’Well well, look who we have here, the grids favorite couple.’’

‘’Hello to you too, Carlos.’’ You shot the old Ferrari driver a smile, stepping closer to Charles as his arm was wrapped around your waist in an attempt to hold you even closer to him than before.

‘’How was your holiday?’’ The Spaniard asked the Monegasque, walking with the two of you towards the press conference room. ‘’It was absolutely amazing, aside from the fact I finally got her to say yes.’’ He smirked, intertwining your hand with his.

‘’Really? You’re finally moving in together?’’ Carlos smiled, laughing as he patted Charles’ back the moment you rolled your eyes in a playful way.

‘’How could I say no after you practically begged me. You know he gave me a whole paragraph of reasons why I should move in with him? He even mentioned the climate.’’ You all laughed, Carlos shaking his head at his former team mate. ‘’Dude, really?’’ He chuckled.

‘’What? It’s warmer at my place than it is at hers.’’ He says, squeezing your hip as you all waited outside the press conference room.

‘’Charles, we freaking both lived in Monaco!’’

All with all, things turned out to be more than perfect. The way you broke the news about your relationship was a way to never forget.

Monaco, May 28th, 2023.

‘’And for the first time in his career, Charles Leclerc wins his home Grand Prix, Ferrari getting a 1-2 in Monaco!’’

He won, the both of you won, the way you were able to work together to get this amazing result, was one of many pro’s about your relationship, the connection you had, the communication you had, everything was perfect.

Jumping out of the cars, hugging your team, hugging each other, going backstage and preparing for the podium ceremony, something the two of you had done more than once this season. And you were hoping to achieve this many more times this season.

‘’Let’s make it one victory to never forget, shall we?’’ Charles rested his hand on your lower back, giving you a gentle push to the podium, on which you received your trophy for the Monaco GP.

Charles came some seconds later, and after the national anthem, Charles’ anthem, he put his trophy down, grabbed the champagne bottle and poured it all over you, you doing the exact same thing to him. One sip, which was enough for the both of you. You stood on the top stage of the podium, arms wrapped around each other as the pictures were taken.

‘’I love you.’’ He whispered in your ear, making you turn your head to look at him with a smile. ‘’I love you too.’’ You whispered back, your smile only growing wider when his lips met yours. People were cheering, screaming, clapping, flashes were lighting up the entire sky, the amount of pictures taken of that first public kiss, were more than all races held in the history of Formula One.

‘’I’m so glad I broke our deal.’’ He whispered, making you laugh before pressing your lips against his one more time. “What deal?” You hummed, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. “Rule number one. Don’t get feelings.” He whispered, slowly pulling away from your lips which tasted like champagne.

“I broke that deal before we even made it…” Yeah, madly in love… from the very first moment.

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e-dubbc11 · 9 months

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In Bloom Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, mentions of PTSD, alcohol consumption, mentions of verbal abuse, Billy talks briefly about being a scout sniper

Word Count: 4.5k-ish

Summary: Continued from Part One. Read it HERE. Part 2 of 3. Billy and Reader’s first date. Almost a disaster but it’s oh so sweet.

A/N: Used a quote from Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven and a sorta quote from season 1 of the Punisher This chapter is fun and sweet and had me smiling the entire time writing it. I hope you like it too. I didn’t expect it to become a short series but here we are!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The smile on your face stretched from ear to ear. Billy had paid for your flowers for an entire month without question and seemed happy to do it. You were a little skeptical though, he appeared to be another Wall Street type with his fancy suit, charming smile, and a soft smooth voice.

Was this just going to be another failed first date? And where was he going with that bouquet of flowers?

Fuck, he was handsome though. It wouldn’t be the first time you completely lost yourself over a handsome face.

But you didn’t think Mr. Campbell would push you to go out with a guy that was just another asshole. Billy treated him so well, with so much respect, and their banter back and forth was so cute.

As you continued down the sidewalk, butterflies returned to your stomach and the cool breeze brushed by in just the right spot on the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine.

It had been awhile since you had gone out on a date, you just didn’t want to be let down again or hurt but you were willing to give Billy a chance.

Before you knew it, you had arrived back at home and there was fifty minutes left on the clock before you had to meet Billy back at Mr. Campbell’s shop.

Quickly, you switched out your old flowers for the new ones and placed them on your dining room table, the fragrance traveled rapidly throughout your apartment and the scent of hydrangeas was forever going to remind you of Billy Russo. His bouquet and yours had purple hydrangeas in them.

After being at work all day, you felt the need to freshen up a little before meeting him so you touched up your makeup, added an extra spritz of perfume, and made sure your hair was presentable even though it was going to get blown around in the wind anyway.

A familiar nervous feeling tingled throughout your body from the top of your head to your toes. It happened before every first date you went on but you were hoping this one would turn out better than the previous ones. It was just a drink but it was a drink with probably the most handsome man you’ve ever seen and he wanted to go out with you.

Your mind drifted to the bouquet of flowers he picked up. Did he buy flowers every Friday also? And who did he bring them to? It really wasn’t any of your business but it didn’t stop you from wondering who the recipient was.

Ten minutes was all you needed to walk back to the flower shop and now knowing Billy was in the service, he would most likely be on time if not early so you needed to leave in exactly fifteen minutes.

Pacing around your apartment, you tried to think of what to do for fifteen minutes before you had to leave. You decided to brush your teeth again because, well, it couldn’t hurt and then scrolled through your social media mindlessly for a few minutes, barely even paying attention to the images on your phone. It was just difficult to concentrate on anything except Billy.

It had been a little while since your last relationship. Actually, your previous relationship was almost your very last relationship but you called off your wedding three weeks before it was supposed to take place.

It was probably the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to do but it was definitely for the best…he was, for lack of a better term, a monster.

He had never put his hands on you, but his words cut you more deeply than anything he could have done to you physically. Maybe you would have preferred he hit you than say the horrible things he said.

He would say things to purposely hurt you, almost like he loved making you feel bad about yourself. And he could make you feel bad or guilty about anything…the way you looked or the way you acted but he especially loved feeling superior to you.

He called you “dumb,” “stupid,” and said things like “how do you not know that?” He had been your first long term relationship, you didn’t know any better. Maybe all relationships were like this? He tried to tell you who you could and couldn’t be friends with, didn’t like the fact you had male friends and he tried to forbid you to see certain people.

And after he slept through the day he was supposed to pick you up to go get your marriage license, you took that as the final sign that you were not supposed to marry him. Falling to his knees, he begged you not to leave him, told you he could change but you stood your ground and didn’t let him manipulate you anymore.

You gave back the ring, sent back all the wedding presents you had already received, and tried to make it as painless as possible although he didn’t let you go as easily as you wanted him to. But you were finally happy to have him out of your life.

Oh shit. Time to go.

One last mirror check before you stepped out into the hallway. You looked cute but not like you were trying too hard, and hopefully Billy wouldn’t be able to sense how nervous you were.

Your stomach dropped as the flower shop came into view, Billy was already there, standing outside his car, waiting for you. A wide smile stretched across his face when he saw you walking toward him.

That smile could melt your insides.

“I know I’m not late.” You said with a smile of your own.

He chuckled a little. “Oh I know. I’m just early. Ready?”

Billy opened the passenger side door for you. Before getting in, you spotted Mr. Campbell in the doorway of his shop, giving you the thumbs up from behind the glass. In one motion, you waved and got into the car while Billy closed the door behind you.

“So where are we going?” You asked as Billy got into the car.

Raising his eyebrows and smiling that perfect smile at you, he said “It’s a surprise.”

Mr. Campbell was still standing in the doorway watching the two of you in the car before you pulled away from the curb. Billy just shook his head and smiled.

“He’s a nosy old man, that’s for sure. But he is one of the best people I know.” He said.

You nervously picked at the lint on your coat. “I love getting flowers every week but part of the reason I go there every Friday is because I just want to see how he’s doing and talk to him about his week. He loves to talk to people but most of them don’t engage and I always wonder why they don’t. He’s just the sweetest man.” You said, biting down on your lower lip.

Quickly glancing over at you, Billy smiled again. He really needed to stop doing that, you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing.

“Well, Luther can’t say enough good things about you.” Billy said.

Warmth rushed to your cheeks. “Did he volunteer that information or did you ask him about me, Billy?”

“A little bit of both.” He replied. “He did tell me you enjoy bourbon though, so I thought I’d take you to a whiskey bar, if that’s alright. And I guess it’s not a surprise anymore.”

“Well he’s not wrong, I do enjoy a good bourbon…and that sounds great, Billy.” You said.

The bar was a couple blocks from where he parked so the two of you had to walk. You observed that he walked very close to you and on the outside, closest to the street.

It was almost as if he was protecting you, making sure you were safe which you thought was sweet and chivalrous of him.

His voice was soft and smooth, like warm honey. It was also incredibly sexy, you could hear the slight New York accent when he would say certain words and he never ran out of questions to ask you but he didn’t make it easy to ask questions about him. You didn’t have the opportunity to find out anything about Billy beforehand from Mr. Campbell like he did about you.

The bar Billy took you to was called the Brandy Library in lower Manhattan. Just looking at it from the outside, you felt a little out of place, like it was too fancy for you. You were used to little hole in the wall places with cheap beer and pool tables.

Suddenly, you felt very underdressed and self-conscious. As you stood outside, frozen in place, Billy took two steps toward the door but turned around when he noticed you weren’t next to him.

“Y/n? Are you coming?” He asked, taking your hand in his.

Stumbling over your words, you tried to answer him. “Oh! I-I’m sorry, Billy. I don’t really think I belong in there. It looks really nice and I feel quite underdressed.”

His other hand brushed your cheek. “I think you look perfect, I reserved a corner table and I asked for limited interruptions because I just really wanna get to know you. Ok?” He said with a kind smile.

You nodded nervously and he ushered you inside.

“Reservation for two…name is Russo.” He said.

The host brought the two of you to a table in the corner, Billy pulled out your chair for you before taking his seat. The dim lights softly illuminated the endless bottles of spirits that lined all four walls of the bar.

Looking around at all the different bottles of liquor, it was all very overwhelming and you started to feel warmth rush to your cheeks once again. The nerves in your stomach were building with gradual intensity and your heart fluttered rapidly for the first time in a long time.

Billy tried to ease your nerves.

“See, y/n…you’re not underdressed, look at everyone else around you.” He said.

With your head on a swivel, you took a quick glance around the room. He was right, everyone was dressed leaning toward the casual side which seemed to calm your nerves a little.

When the server came over, Billy ordered a flight of bourbon and a couple of small plates of food.

“I thought we were just having a drink?” You asked with a sly smile.

He chuckled a little. “Well if I want to know everything about you, we may be here longer than just ONE drink.” He said with a wink.

“Ok, but what about you?” You asked.

He shrugged. “What about me? Fire away, what do you wanna know?”

“What did you do in the Marines?” You asked.

“Scout sniper.” He replied.

His response shouldn’t have turned you on but it did. The tingle in your stomach dropped to in between your legs and a wet spot quickly formed on the front of your panties.

You felt a little embarrassed but you were thankful that he couldn’t tell…at least you hoped he couldn’t tell.

“So…you’ve…killed people.” You said softly.

His eyes darkened and narrowed slightly.

“According to my file, I’ve killed 134. Most of those were in one night.” He said.

You were intrigued. He was handsome and charming but he had secrets hidden behind those intense brown eyes of his.

He continued.

“We spent that night trying like hell not to die, although I was prepared for it. I didn’t have much of a life before the corps. anyway. I would have been proud to die with my brothers and for my country out there but there were other plans for me, I guess.”

He passed you the first glass of bourbon in the flight after taking a sip then went on to explain each one that he ordered for the two of you to taste, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the look on his face, the sound of his voice as he bit off the words to his story, and his expression was slightly distant.

“You had other things left to do, like explain all this bourbon to me.” You replied, with a smile and taking a sip from the first glass.

“Ok, well that got deep, really quickly…so Luther told me you haven’t had a date in awhile.” Said Billy.

Completely mortified, you covered your eyes with your hand. “Ugh, he told you that?” You asked. “Well, that’s humiliating.”

“Can I ask why?” He asked.

You inhaled sharply then let out a long exhale. “Well…I recently called off my wedding and the dates I have been on have all been with self-absorbed assholes.” You replied.

“Why did you call off your wedding?” He asked.

You smiled. “Ah, Mr. Russo, I don’t think I’ve had enough bourbon to talk about that yet.”

“Fair enough.” He said.

The evening continued with Billy asking you other questions, the two of you discussed all of your favorite things, and he told you about good times he had overseas. Billy and his best friend Frank loved to prank their fellow marines. “I mean, what else is there to do right?” He said.

It sounded like they had a good time together.

Before you knew it, three hours had passed and you were pretty sure you had answered every question under the sun. You loved listening to him laugh, he had a great laugh although he didn’t do it very often.

Billy suggested one more drink at his penthouse which you gladly accepted. You were having a wonderful time and on the car ride back to his place, he asked you “So which bourbon was your favorite?”

“Hmmmm…I think the third one. It was darker than the others and a little sweeter.” You said.

Billy started to laugh a little.

A smile stretched across your face. “What’s so funny?” You asked.

Billy reached for your hand while keeping the other on the steering wheel, he brought it up to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

“For someone who’s not used to drinking expensive bourbon, you sure have expensive taste y/n.” He said. “That was the most expensive one.”

“It was?!! That seems to happen a lot with me, like when I go shopping. I’ll see something I really like and wonder ‘oh, how much is this?’ And it’s the most expensive thing in the store!” You exclaimed.

Riding the elevator up to the top floor was a little exciting. Billy grasped your hand as the elevator doors opened and gently ushered you out in front of him.

“Why did he have to be so charming?” You thought to yourself, watching him unlock the door. You were a little anxious to see what was behind that door.

Billy escorted you inside and your eyes suddenly went wide and your jaw dropped. It was beautiful inside. Your eyes fixated on all the dark wooden furniture, the rich brown leather couches, a couple of stray hard cover books stacked on top of each other on the coffee table, but it did have a little bit of coldness to it.

There weren’t any photographs anywhere, just a few art pieces, a laptop lay closed on the dining room table with some papers neatly piled next to it, and his refrigerator didn’t even have any magnets on it.

It was all very beautiful but isolated at the same time.

“Have a seat, beautiful. I’ll get you that drink.” He said.

You hung your coat on the coat rack and took a seat on the couch, trying not to stare at everything around you but you couldn’t help it. You noticed that the flowers he bought this afternoon were nowhere in sight so he obviously brought them somewhere else.

Billy handed you a drink and he sat down next to you, your body turned slightly to face him as you clinked your glasses together and took a sip.

“So…” Billy said, resting his drink on the table in front of you. “We’ve had a couple of drinks, now can you tell me why you called off your wedding?”

Tilting the glass back and forth, you let the bourbon roll around on your tongue, really tasting it before swallowing hard.

Narrowing your eyes but smiling at the same time, you replied. “You’re very nosy, Mr. Russo. But since you asked nicely…”

You launched into the whole story of you and your ex-fiancé, Billy listened intently, shifting a little in his seat when you talked about the verbal abuse, the way he talked down to you, and when he would call you names.

Glancing down at the amber liquid swishing back and forth in the glass, he would take a sip, gnash his teeth and press his lips together in anger.

“…and that’s when I realized I just couldn’t do it anymore. He pushed me too far and I wasn’t going to let him try and control me anymore.” You said.

“Did he ever put his hands on you?” Billy asked, gripping the glass a little tighter until his knuckles shown white.

You shook your head as you answered him. “Oh no…no, Billy. I’m sure if I stayed he would have eventually.”

Billy inched a little closer to you and eased his grip on the glass. “Most people don’t have the guts to do what you did. They would have just gone through with it, hoping it will get better but it never does.” He said.

“Can I ask you something now, Billy?” You asked.

He nodded. “Sure…I think I’m prepared.” He said.

“What were you like when you were young?” You asked.

That question, you could tell, struck a nerve. The muscles in his jaw tightened before his lip curled back revealing clenched teeth. His eyes were wide and unfocused.

“Lonely.” He said, trying to laugh it off but then his expression hardened. “I, uh, grew up in the system alright? I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

The air in the room immediately became thick and heavy. You had no idea he would react that way and the alcohol obviously didn’t make it any better, so you tried to ease the tension. Reaching for his hand, you tenderly brushed his knuckles with your fingers, barely touching him as if not to scare him.

“I’m sorry, Billy…I—I’m sorry. Just forget I asked.” You said, timidly.

Every muscle in his body tensed. Carefully, you moved your hand back to your lap as he sat in silence. You really didn’t know what to say so you set your drink on the table and started to walk over to where your coat was, maybe it was best if you just left. You could catch an uber back to your apartment.

Pulling on your coat seemed to snap Billy out of his anger fueled trance.

“Wait…y/n. Where are you going?” He asked nervously, standing up and walking toward the door.

“I’ve upset you, Billy. I think it’s just best if I go.” You said.

Furiously shaking his head he said. “No…you can’t go!”

Now you were getting upset. “Obviously, I asked the wrong question which really doesn’t surprise me, seems to be the theme of my life. Thank you for a lovely evening, up until this point I guess.”

You turned the door handle, tears started to sting the back of your eyes as you headed for the elevator. This was all your fault and the last thing you wanted to do was upset or hurt him. You weren’t angry at him, you were angry with yourself.

His long fingers wrapped around your wrist and he spun you around to look at him but you didn’t want him to see you cry. You burst into tears anyway and buried yourself against his chest, he smelled like fresh linen and spicy cologne.

“I’m sorry, sweet girl. I’m so sorry…I don’t want you to go. It’s not your fault. This is the best date I’ve been on…probably, ever.” He said, slowly stroking your hair as he held you flush against his body.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, Billy. I’m so sorry.” You said.

“I told you, it’s not your fault. Come back inside…please?” He asked, cupping your face and staring down at you with his ink like eyes. “I really don’t want you to leave but I just don’t want to talk about my childhood, not…yet anyway. OK?” He said.

You looked up at him through your long dark lashes, a look of pain washed over him and his eyes were wide with worry at the thought of you leaving. In the softly filtered glow of the hallway, he again pulled you close to his chest. You could hear his heart racing as he continued to whisper in your ear “I’m sorry…I’m sorry.”

Relaxing in his embrace, you didn’t want him to let go but it also didn’t stop your mind from wandering. Growing up in the system couldn’t have been easy for Billy. Did he stay there until he aged out? Was that when he joined the Marines? What happened to his parents?

You had so many questions for him but for now you respected that he didn’t want to talk about it but hopefully sometime soon, he would change his mind.

**********

Billy laced his fingers with yours and led you back inside. The conversation flowed like it had before and you were enjoying getting to know him. He loved being a marine. It took awhile but Billy built his company piece by piece and didn’t rest until all of the bank loans were paid back and his private security firm was the best in the city. He was now reaping the rewards from all of his hard work.

It really was difficult to stop yourself from asking personal questions, you left those questions for him to ask you, for now. You really saw how much it pained him when you asked about his childhood, the bitterness in his voice when he said he didn’t want to talk about it, and angry enough to spit daggers. But you felt pain for him, knowing he was hurting and dealing with all of that all by himself. All you wanted was to understand him better and maybe try and help in some way, if he wanted you to.

Billy told you he loved to read, it’s what he did to pass the time overseas, and he had the perfect voice for audio books (you’d save that compliment for another time). You were a little embarrassed asking him to read aloud to you but he gladly indulged you.

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

You listened carefully as the poetic words rolled off of his tongue. His voice was soft and melodic in combination with his heartbeat, they lulled you to sleep on his chest and you thought you heard him call out your name. Was it a dream? “Y/n? You awake, sweet girl?”

And before you knew it, the book had tumbled to the floor and he was asleep too, his chest made a perfect cradle for your head. It had been the best sleep you’ve had in a long time and you knew it wasn’t because of the alcohol.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you couldn’t see anything because of how dark it was in the room. What time was it? Billy squeezed your hand. He was awake too.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.” He whispered.

“Billy? What time is it?” You asked, your voice still a little raspy from being asleep.

He brushed his knuckles against your cheek. “It’s 2 am, sweet girl.”

“2 am?! How long have you been awake?” You asked.

You could feel him shrug his shoulders. “I dunno, an hour or so?” He replied.

Shooting bolt upright on the couch you said with a raised voice. “An HOUR?!!! Why didn’t you wake me up, Billy?! That was probably really uncomfortable for you.”

Billy sat up and moved in close to you. “I didn’t want to disturb you and I’d sleep in every awkward position if it meant I would get to sleep next to you. You have the cutest little snores when you sleep.” He chuckled.

Well that’s embarrassing.

“I think that’s the bourbon’s fault.” You said.

He took your hand in his. “I will say, that’s some of the best sleep I’ve ever had. I didn’t even have—.”

He stopped himself from finishing that sentence.

“Billy?” You asked, a little confused.

“It’s nothing.” Said Billy.

Smoothing your hair, you said. “I guess I should go…let you get some sleep.”

He cupped your cheeks, leaned in even closer and was just about to press his lips to yours when you stopped him.

“You sure you wanna do that? I could already have morning breath.” You said, trying to stop yourself from giggling.

Even in the dark, you could see that perfect smile of his. Still cupping your cheeks, he softly pressed his lips to yours. They were firm but his kiss was gentle, you could feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt, and your fingers weaved their way into his raven colored hair. The bristles of his beard lightly scratched your soft cheeks.

“Stay with me, I’ll bring you home in a few hours. You can even sleep in my bed and I’ll stay out here.” He said.

You shook your head. “No, I couldn’t do that to you, Billy. I’m fine out here, go sleep in your bed.”

“I will if you come with me. Just to sleep, I promise.” He said, holding up his hand.

Billy gave you some sweats and a t-shirt to sleep in and as he curled up next to you, he thanked you for staying and for giving him one of the best nights he’s had in a long time.

You were thankful that it was dark and he couldn’t see the tears that had welled up in your eyes. It had been a long time since you had smiled this much, your cheeks actually hurt and it felt really good to laugh again.

But as much as you got to know Billy tonight, there was still a lot of layers to peel back. Like what was he about to say after the nap the two of you had but stopped himself before he finished his sentence? Does he normally not sleep very well? He was a combat veteran, maybe he has some form of PTSD? Does it give him nightmares?

As you slowly drifted off to sleep, you felt the gentle rise and fall of Billy’s chest underneath you and smiled against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. This really was one of the best dates you’ve ever been on and you were hoping that he’d want to see you again because you definitely wanted to see him.

And you were sure that Mr. Campbell would want to know all about what happened tonight.

“Goodnight, beautiful.” He whispered and gently kissed the top of your head.

You whispered back with a slight smile.

“Goodnight, Billy.”

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broflovski-brah · 6 months

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For the ask game: Butters! I can't decide on which questions so... all of them! (Or how ever many you feel like answering.)

oh this should be fun-

My first interpretation of them

Honestly I just felt bad for him. I basically knew him as the kid who got grounded all the time and he seemed sweet enough, he was actually one of my faves from the beginning haha

2. When I think I started to truly like him

Honestly the Fun With Veal episode. And in the Butters’ Bottom Bitch episode where he just kept going ‘do you know what I am saying?’ I just thought it was funny lol

3. A song that reminds me of them

(Kinda a joint one) but You and Me (But Mostly Me) from Book of Mormon is SO Butters and Cartman. Also The Weight of Us by Sanders Bohlke.

4. How many people I ship them with

I don’t really do ships lol, I liked him and Charlotte tho, they seemed cute.

5. My favorite ship of them

Probably him and Charlotte

6. My least favorite ship of them

Him and Cartman. Absolutely him and Cartman.

7. A quote of them I remember

“I’d rather be a crying little pussy than a faggy goth kid anyway.”

8, My favorite outfit on them

Professor Chaos or his Stick of Truth costume

9. My least favorite outfit on them

The bear suit Paris Hilton made him wear in Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset. I felt awful for him

10. Describe the character in one sentence

Sunshine boy with horrible family members

11. What’s the first thing I think fo when I think of this character?

His accent. I dunno, I just have a knack for remembering stuff like that lol-I could honestly just listen to his voice all day, it’s soothing for me

12. Sexuality hdc!

I’m torn between him being pan and being straight lol, but I do think he’s on the ace spectrum.

13. My favorite friendship they have

Him and Kenny. Definitely

14. Best storyline they had

Butters’ Very Own Episode. I felt bad for him but it’s one of my favorite episodes

15. Worst storyline they had

Probably in the earlier seasons when he was just used as Kenny’s counterpart for the shows punching bag. Idk, it just felt like he didn’t really have any character or personality back then

16. A childhood headcanon

He lived on a farm for a little bit when he was a baby. They moved from Hawaii to say Oklahoma, then to South Park when he was three. Hence the accent. He also had a pet chick up until he was 7 or so named Toast. His parents made him give the chick away tho

17. What do you think their first word was?

Probably just mama or something. I do have a headcanon he still calls his mom (or his unofficial mother figure) mama sometimes.

18. How do I think he was as a kid?

He was probably really hyper. He subdued when he got older tho because his parents kept grounding him for accidentally breaking stuff when he would run around

19. The most random ship I’ve seen with this character

Butters x Craig. Like ???? They never interacted in the show lol-

20. A weird headcanon

Butters has a huge sweet tooth and if there’s candy or sweets in his vicinity he’ll devour it in an instant and likely suffer from a bellyache later

21. When do I think they were at his happiest?

Probably when he moved out and went to college tbh. He was just happy to get away from his toxic ass family. Or when his grandma finally dies.

22. When do I think he was at his lowest?

I do headcanon that when he’s in middle school he finally snaps. He becomes angry and kinda becomes a bully because he doesn’t feel like he has anyone who cares about him, it’s probably only for a few days at most but he just snaps at everyone, makes fun of everything everyone does, but after a few days Kenny (and maybe Cartman or Kyle) kinda confronts him and he ends up apologizing and trying to find someone to talk to.

23. Future headcanon

I wanna imagine that he lives on a farm, he has a bunch of chickens and goats (his favs) and some cows, pigs, even ducks. He gets a pet dog (a Border Collie) named Waffles. He kinda owns a petting zoo of sorts where younger kids just stop by and he educated them about animals and stuff. He also owns a bakery. He names it ‘Buttery Bliss’ or something

24. What do you think i’d a secret they’ve never told anyone?

Probably the thing with his sphincter and how he has to wear diapers in school sometimes. He probably only told AWESOM-O because he thought it was just a robot. But after that he didn’t tell anyone because he would definitely get made fun of :(

25. When do I think he’s acted the most ooc

Probably in The Worldwide Privacy Tour. Kyle even said ‘this is really out of character for you, Butters.’ so probably that lol, or in Going Native. I mean he literally wanted to kill a bunch of innocent people

26. When do I think they were being “themselves” the most?

Honestly? Probably when he was singing the Loo Loo Loo song, it kinda just showed his cuter side. Or in Cartman Sucks when his parents sent him to the Pray teh Gay Away camp because he was just so oblivious to where he was but still stood up for himself and his friends in the end

27. If they could meet a certain character from a different show/movie/book, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

Hello kitty. This kid would be in HEAVEN if Hello kitty was real. Either Hello kitty or Tails the Fox. Him and Tails are pretty similar. Plus fluffy fox meets sunshine boy, they’d get along-or just him in the pokémon world. Yes.

28. The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

Probably when he was trying to get the Hawaiian tourists killed in war

29. How do I think they’d be as a parent?

Honestly? He spoils the shit out of his kids. He’s a huge pushover, but not to the point where his kids become spoiled brats. He probably exposes them to animals early so he could get them to know what’s good and what isn’t when on the farm. He supports his children, but he’s probably a very sheltering parent if that makes sense. Has no idea what he’s doing at first but eventually gets the hang of it. He loves playing make believe with them, would totally play dress up and such.

30. The funniest scene they ever had?

When he’s Professor Chaos and trying to be all menacing and Dougie has to keep telling him the Simpsons already did his idea and he’s just like ‘aw hamburgers :(‘

Hope this is good!

#south park #butters stotch #leopold ‘butters’ stotch #butters leopold stotch #butters stotch headcanons #south park headcanons #character ask game #skipper speaks #headcanons

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obscurecharactershowdown · 10 months

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Group A Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of Tragedian, a humanoid being with a white mask over the face with 3 small holes; 2 for the eyes, one for the mouth. it calls to mind the shy guy masks from mario bros. the second image is of Shadow Joker, a boy with blue spiky blue hair and yellowish eyes. he's smiling, and he's wearing a purple and white suit, with a top hat, white gloves, and a blue and black cape. on his lapel is a large pin of the letter "J" in gold. end ID]

Tragedian

awwww the skrunkly... theyre so cute i love them

Shadow Joker

I have a lot of Feelings about this guy, I'mma be real with y'all. How he's treated in canon varies slightly between the first first two seasons versus the latter two. He doesn't actually make very many appearances, all things considered, in spite of being a very important character for the first two seasons/his main arc. He was treated mostly seriously, too, barring a couple of jokes at his expense/visual gags (because a primarily comedic series for children isn't going to be 100% serious 100% of the time, naturally). In the latter half of the series he becomes something more akin to comic relief, which I have mixed feelings about bc I feel like it's a disservice to his character... but also him just always having been Like That without any real reason or provocation other than he thinks it makes him look cool is VERY funny to me. It serves to remind that these characters are still very much minor-coded, and helps him read a little more as a slightly idiotic teenager... which makes what happened to him in his origins significantly more horrific, honestly. I can't say too much about his character without spoiling a lot of his initial arc, assuming I haven't spoiled too much ALREADY. I WILL say that he's almost unlikable at first, though, what with his being 100% down for murder, even if that person had nothing to do with his goals other than getting in the way of them. He is Very Edgy and Angsty (though not without reason for the latter one) and also he's dressed primarily in Purple, aka The Best Color, Period. [additional propaganda 1]

#obscurecharactershowdown #group a round 2 #obscure poll #tragedian #pathologic #shadow joker #kaitou joker #mysterious joker

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cxhleel108 · 5 months

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S7 Thots for this week: Why is everyone here actually delusional asf???

(Apologies for posting this late guys I was very tired when I started writing this…I was also high asf so be mindful of that while you read lol.)

• Oh great now #Raphne is going through shit and everyone’s gonna have to dedicate their whole life to fixing it!

• Bryson laying it on THICC this morning I know dats rightttt😛😛😛

• No seriously why ze fook are we helping them with their issues? I need these people to go back to university or wherever and take a communication course cuz y’all are clearly lacking.

• Tanya so messy for asking that. Girl you know exactly who tf it is why you lowkey telling on yourself like that?😭😭😭

• #Raphne is 100% completely done y’all omg! (Bullshit)

• NO YOU WILL NOT!

• Willow is STILL talking as if anybody give af about what she got to say. Someone get this woman a hobby I’m begginggggg.

• I love having bathing suits worth mentioning now😍

• Ain’t no way they tryna force a argument between me and my partner over this Raf and Daphne mess…bitch.

• WE DONT HAVE TO AGREE ON EVERY SINGLE THING TO BE IN SYNC THATS NOT HOW COUPLES OR HUMANS WORK!

• Talk less sir.

• Why is there always some of the girls trading jealous looks when it comes to this challenge. The point is to literally kiss everyone and y’all still be getting salty, get over it??? Maybe I’m just crazy but I would literally not care.

• Once again Willow is putting on a show for her imaginary friends and nobody in the real world is gagging.

• Wow, now all of a sudden we don’t know how to kiss each other properly because we couldn’t help another couple stop arguing over fucking sheets😕

• How am I having more chemistry with Raf than my own man? God help us.

• Omg Evan came back for me y'all😍😍😍😍😍

• Paying gems magically brings back chemistry to our couple I guess.

• Girl you deserve a 10 backwards.

• That joke bullshit…BOO! CORNY! LAME! 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

• Bryson real lucky he’s cute or I wouldn’t allow him to be acting like a 12 year old about his feelings.

• #Raphne is back together woohoo! (They’re literally gonna break it off again as soon as Daphne founds out bout Raf’s crush)

• Don't force me to have a moment with her ew! That ho is NOT my friend.

• There’s quite literally no reason to speak to everyone about the recoupling. NO REASON!

• Outfit time!🤩

• Eat! Eat! Eat!

• Thought Bryson was finna ask us to be his girlfriend right then and there ugh I need him to hurry up.

• CAN YOU ALL LEAVE US THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ALONE LIKE GODDAMN????

• Vicky if you can see how close me and Bryson are then why would you…never mind why even ask at this point.

• Bonnie has been trying to get with Tanya since the beginning of time. Girl just give up PLEASE.

• Girl who tf is you-

• Why did we get dressed up just to go speak to 3 people???????????? Chile anyways it’s outfit time AGAIN✨

• EAT! EAT! EAT!

• LMAOOOO she's such a loser I almost feel bad...almost.

• Uma you know good and well you meant to record them boys fighting. Fuck outta here with that excuse💀

• Y'all will not let Jake REST oh my goodness.

• Oooo y’all the way Bryson is fighting for us…kinda feeling butterflies in my stomach and elsewhere🤭🤭🤭

• Everyone here is so delusional when it comes to Tanya holy fuck. Actually no, this happens every season. Why do some of these people think that just because THEY feel a good connection with MC that automatically means she wants them? Like baby that’s not how this works…

• Oh Bryson don't end half of the villa like that-

• Daphne don’t ask me if I think you and yo man gon make it niece you don’t want my answer to that lmao.

• 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂

• Why y’all ain’t make us do a surprise dumping so we could get Willow out? WHY IS SHE STILL HERE SHE LITERALLY HAS NOTHING TO CONTRIBUTE NOW????

• Oh I can tell you how! First, we're gonna walk in there and start marveling at every single thing in the room, specifically the bed, even though we've already been in there. Then, bet y'all won't see this coming, we're gonna find a box filled with naughty things😱😱😱 After that, we get to work and all that can be registered is the feeling of our partner's soft lips and how their hands caress our body in every place possible and then after a while we both reach our climax at the same time. Then our partner says they love us blah blah blah, we get some text about what's happening tomorrow and it's prolly the baby challenge or something equally stupid and ridiculous, and then we cuddle up and go to bed.

• If everything I just said is in next week's hideaway scene, everyone who likes this post owes me $10. I'm just playing, we all know everything I said is definitely happening. Keep your money💖

#y’all they losing me it’s time to wrap this season up #litg #love island the game #litg s7 #litg season 7 #litg stick or twist #litg mc #litg bryson #litg willow #litg daphne #litg rafael #litg uma #litg bonnie #litg travis #litg vicky #litg evan

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yesimwriting · 8 months

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I support you in the tate interest bc I'm right there with you

Has he done crimes? Ya sure but look at him he's cute!

And I'm intrigued with your modern day fic idea if you wanna share 👀

a/n i love you for indulging me <3

also i will be the first to admit that i don't think i ever fully got what AHS apocolypse did to murder house?? like the time travel and new timeline? ig there's no more murder house??

idk i didn't love it so i'm leaving it out partially out of preference and partially out of being a little confused lol,, and i honestly don't want to get into all of that!!

and there's time in between the end of AHS murder house and AHS apocalypse so you can also imagine this is somewhere in there, where season 1 trauma is less fresh to all the characters but not season 8...if that makes sense??

anyways this made me so excited i decided to use this as my homework study break instead of the fic i was working on earlier

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"And maggots crawl up their nose and eat their brains."

And just like that, I no longer have the luxury of letting whatever Kayla's into these days be just background noise. "Wait a minute..." She looks up from the large book laying in front of her, raising an eyebrow like she had been talking about something any seven-year-old girl could be into. Like brain eating maggots are no different than Barbies or baby dolls. "Maggots?"

"Mhm," she nods, sitting up a little straighter, "It's in my new book, I checked it out at the library."

Kayla lifts one end, giving me a way to check out the cover. 500 Weird Ways to Go. Ugh. Can't blame her, I blame the person raising her. I look away from the dining room table and glare at my mom who's searching through the boxes that have lived on the kitchen counter since we first walked in about a week ago.

"What?" My mom doesn't even have to look up to sense my disappointment. "It's educational, and you were into some weird stuff, too when you were seven." She pushes aside the box she's looking through in favor of the one next to it. "...Used to tell me how much bacteria a single roach could carry."

I set down my pencil. "Doesn't matter--Kayla's been having nightmares." The trig homework was frustrating before and I can't tell if this is worse. "It's not appropriate." She walks away from the boxes, giving me a chance to see the low cut, silky tank she's wearing. "And neither is that top if that's what you're wearing for the PTA meeting."

"Lighten up, sweetheart." I don't. She sighs, nails tapping against the counter. "Y'know you used to be fun."

"Yeah, well," I stand, picking up my school supplies, awkwardly forcing them all into my arms, "That was before some crazy lady forced me to move halfway across the country to live in some house that we shouldn't even be able to afford."

Her glossy lips fall apart in mock surprise, "I'm not crazy." She shakes her head once, "And I've told you...the financial stuff just worked, okay...so just relax and be a kid for once. Worry about decorating your room, or-or making friends, or throwing a rager and making me hate you."

I am so not in the mood for the you worry too much speech. "Lot of ways for me to make you hate me." Before she can respond, I reach over and steal the mug of coffee she had been drinking from. "Just saying."

I walk out of the kitchen, mug and school supplies all awkwardly balancing in my arms until I'm in what's supposed to be my room.

There's nothing wrong with the space. Actually, in another situation, I'm sure I could have really loved this space. The room has dark blue walls and wood arches that make it feel unique. It also came pre-furnished and everything feels like it fits. But none of it feels mine.

Maybe it's just the lack of unpacking...the boxes of posters and personal items pouring over the dresser and onto the floor...the suit case I'm still living out of. Or maybe the good qualities of the room are the issue. It's put together so perfectly I feel like I'm what's wrong with it. Like I'm intruding--a guest in someone else's room...someone else's house...someone else's life.

Sometimes when I can't sleep I imagine what it might've been. Some nights it even slips into my dreams. The story rarely stays the same...sometimes it's a teenage girl who wanted to be here even less than I do...other times I picture a little kid who grew up here...and sometimes I even think of this as some boy's room that relies on rock music and doesn't get along with his mom.

None of that matters, I guess. It's my room, obviously, and imagining who might have lived here before won't help me with my homework. I squeeze my eyes shut, rubbing my temple before turning my attention back to the real villain. Trigonometry.

I breeze through most of the questions as much as anyone can breeze through trigo until I'm on the last one. I'm stuck. I work on it again and again and it keeps being wrong.

I sigh, grabbing a pillow and using it to muffle my groan of frustration. How many times can I do what I'm supposed to do and still get it wrong? I pick up my eraser, knowing what I should do. I should just start over. Instead of dragging it across the page I throw it across the room.

Instead of smacking into the door and falling to the ground, the door pushes back. I sit up quicker than I thought possible.

"Warm welcome." The sarcasm comes from the stranger lingering way too comfortably in my doorway. His dark eyes scan the room before landing on me. He takes in my appearance openly, which I'm not used to, so I instinctually do the same. He seems like he's average height with blonde hair that's long enough to shag slightly and he's wearing an oversized sweater. "Cool room, by the way."

"Uh..." He's definitely lying, because all I've fully unpacked are a couple of books, a few pictures, my record player, and a single movie poster. "Thanks."

I'm not stupid. I know home intruders can be anyone, even cute boys that look like they're around your age and act casual enough to gaslight you into feeling like you're the weird one for not inviting them in. But if that's the goal, he's really good at it. I feel awkward and like I should be doing something to compensate.

"Sorry about the eraser." The words feel flat, almost shy. "That wasn't--wasn't about you--" Like I wouldn't have been well within my rights to throw something at someone who may or may not be breaking into my house. "That was...trig."

He nods once and I can't tell if it feels indifferent. I'm not sure why it matters. The stranger steps further into my room, his attention briefly focusing on the framed photo of a younger me and one of my best friends from back home. He's closer than a stranger should be now, close enough to lean over and look at my homework, which he does.

"Uh..." I sit up even straighter, a part of me wanting to grab my notebook and shield it even though that's irrational. There isn't anything he can get from it. "Who are you?"

The stranger holds my stare for a beat before answering, "I'm Tate." I nod, even though that does nothing for me. "I live around here."

Okay--that makes a lot of sense. I wouldn't be surprised if my mom ran into him on her way out and waved him down and told him to just let himself in and find her oldest daughter. Maybe this is an ambush attempt at getting me to make friends.

"Oh," I mumble like that explains everything, "Did my mom stop you?" The assumption feels like it could make me seem weird. I don't know why I feel like I'm the one that needs to come off as casual when he's the one that has less of a right to be here. "She invites people in sometimes, especially when she's new to a place." I scratch my knee to have something to physically do. "She never thinks anyone could be a murderer."

Oh my god?! Did I just accuse the only attractive guy I've met here of being a murderer? "Not that I think you're a murderer." I fight the urge to physically cringe. "--I um--I've been doing math for way longer than physically tolerable so my head's kinda mush right now."

"Explains why you divided wrong." Before I can ask what he's talking about, Tate places his finger against the bottom of the page. I look at what he's pointing at, some throwaway basic math...that I messed up. That's why it wasn't working.

"Oh?" I pick up my pencil and cross out my mistake so that I remember where to start over. "You totally saved my life." I rewrite the numbers so that I can actually solve the problem. "I'm Y/n, by the way."

Only halfway done with my math problem, I look up. He didn't ask for my name, which doesn't matter. Maybe he feels less comfortable in a stranger's room than he seems or maybe I've weirded him out and he has no intentions of speaking to me again. Not knowing is making my skin feel like it's crawling. It doesn't make sense for me to care.

I want him to like me. The realization burrows itself deep into my chest. It's an uncomfortable feeling, making it hard to just sit there and stare.

I've never considered myself someone that needs validation from guys, but this doesn't feel quite like that. School hasn't seemed too promising and every day I talk to my friends from home or I see their posts online and realize that they still have everything I did. I'm not mad about it or surprised--the world doesn't and shouldn't stop and start with me--but it hurts to suddenly have no one. And even though I know nothing about him, Tate's the first remotely cool seeming person I've met.

He waits a beat, eyes focused on a point that feels just past my head. I don't know why, but something about the silence feels pivotal. Tate then dips his chin downwards, a nod of acknowledgement. "Cool."

Tate takes a partial step forward, body angling itself towards the nightstand that I've been using for my record player. "This work?"

"Yeah," I turn myself so that I can watch him, "I know everything's online, but I like having physical copies." My nails press into my knee.

Tate reaches forward to mess with the volume dial. "What kind of music do you have?"

"A little of everything," I force my hand to relax, "But most of my vinyls are still being shipped."

His eyes briefly flit in my direction, "Got anything worth listening to?"

"Uh..." Is he implying that he's staying? Do I want him to? I'm lonely and kind of desperate for friends, but I should probably at least try to be a little suspicious. "We can listen to whatever you want on my..." I move a pillow and straighten my comforter in search of my, "Phone."

After a second of searching, I find it under my textbook.

"Anything?"

I unlock my phone, "Yeah, your pick, I owe you for the math thing."

Tate shrugs, "I just wanted to make sure you'd stop at the eraser, y'know, as a friend."

He gestures towards the door in a way that almost feels teasing. I can barely register the fact that he's kind of making fun of me because my mind's stuck on the last word. "We're friends?"

"You wanna be?"

The bluntness of the question surprises me more than it should. He's yet to feel particularly invested in social norms. "...Yeah." I scratch at the back of my wrist awkwardly. "That'd--that'd be cool."

Tate's head turns his head away for a second. He takes a step forward before sitting at the edge of my bed. The proximity nearly makes me jump out of my skin. I redirect my nervous energy into grabbing my homework and moving it to the other side of the bed. "You got any Kurt Cobain on there?"

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a/n i accidentally developed the background way too much for something idek if i'm going to touch on again but i spent all day doing hw and deserved to give into a harmless impulse

might have to make a part 2/mini series bc what did i do all that for 😭 i lowkey wanted to add violet and reader friendship to add some angst so maybe that? idk

#ahs #ahs x reader #american horror story #american horror story x reader #american horror story murder house #american horror story murder house x reader #ahs murder house #ahs murder house x reader #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader

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iichaeyj · 2 years

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the songs txt dedicates to you . . . ♡

PAIRING: txt x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

A/N: this is a follow up to the same post but with the enhypen members!!

YEONJUN

"Paper Rings" by Taylor Swift

"i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings. uh huh, that's right. darling, you're the one i want. and i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this"

idk i just think yeonjun would post a more upbeat, happy song

like i thought about it and it just makes sense to me ?? like let's be honest, this man giggles every time you kiss him

and i think he'd post this song just because it's so cute and so happy??

like it's how he feels about you tbh

he is so willing to share his world with you and be yours forever like he is obsessed

he'd post a cute picture of you two kissing and being all shy :((

he'd also make it rlly pretty like he might edit hearts onto the side and draw cat whiskers on your face or smth

SOOBIN

"Nothing" by Bruno Major

"dumb conversations, we lose track of time. have i told you lately, i'm grateful you're mine"

he's so sweet please :(( im actually so devastated

i just feel like soobin feels so lucky that you're his and he's yours

like he's so whipped for you he definitely thanks the universe for bringing you to him

everytime this song plays he just thinks about you

it reminds him of how everything seems to stop whenever he's with you

like you're all he can see

this is also sorta random but he also probably thinks of you as like his charger

everytime he comes home after a busy day, seeing you there to greet him instantly makes him regain his energy

and spending time with him makes him go ^_^

he'd definitely post a picture of your guys's shadows making a heart or smth

very pinterest very aesthetic, he knows what he's doing

BEOMGYU

"Plot Twist" by Niki

"nothing stays the same and seasons keep on changing as they do. and we're all still just stories above concrete, x amount of heartbeats. so thank god for plot twists like you"

i feel like beomgyu isn't the type to like search for love?? like he wants it but he wouldn't go out of his way to go on dates and most likely isn't the type to fall in love at first sight?? if that makes sense

so he wasn't like completely in love with you when you two first met

it takes time for him to slowly, but surely, fall in love with you

and he fell deep

and the song is meant to demonstrate how he hadn't expected someone like you to show up in his life

and he hadn't realized what he had been missing until he found you

he just loves you so much and is convinced you two are soulmates :(

would post two pictures with it

one of you biting him (peak romance tbh)

and another of you two holding hands <3

TAEHYUN

"Stuck With U" by Ariana Grande

"so, go ahead and drive me insane. baby, run your mouth, i still wouldn't change being stuck with you"

he's such a gentleman??

like he's so caring and would be so attentive as a boyfriend

and the song is meant to reassure you that no matter what, he'll always stay with you and that there's nothing you do (that you think may be annoying or bad or whatever) that will ever drive him away from you

he's so :((

when he's in love, he is in Love

and he loves you and wants you to know it

he would probably post a picture of him like squishing your face or you tackling him with a hug

just smth cute that show everyone how comfortable you are with each other <3

HUENINGKAI

"I Like Me Better" by Lauv

"i knew from the first time, i'd stay for a long time cause, i like me better when, i like me better when i'm with you"

ok ngl i sorta struggled finding a song that suited kai well :(

but this song does suits him i think

especially the lyrics like

i think he's someone where, if you're in a relationship with him, he'd wanna learn about love and things like that through you

like ofc he isn't doing anything wrong in the first place, but he would wanna experience more with you and grow as a person together

and you bring out the best version of him <3

he just feels so comfortable around you and he loves spending time with you

he'd probably post a picture that he took of you two when you were on a date or smth

maybe a picture he secretly took of you when you were laughing at one of his jokes

or a picture of you two cuddling after watching a movie (that was probably taken by beomgyu, who wanted to tease him, or soobin, who thought it was cute)

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youwouldntlietopapa · 7 months

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If it isn't too much trouble, might I request some wholesome headcanons for the Papa (or Papas) of your choice helping a reader who has seasonal affective disorder, and gets depressed during the winter time when it isn't as sunny out and all the colorful plants and trees are dead/dormant?

Doesn't have to be multiple Papas, just whoever you feel like writing for :3

Not too much trouble at all! This was extremely cute and I needed that. Thank you!

All right, here we go.

Primo:

He’s not particularly fond of the winter either. The cold makes his joints ache and not having his garden to work in leaves him with too much time on his hands.

It does give him an idea to help you both however and he goes on a bit of a shopping spree.

Suddenly your quarters are filled with plants. Brightly coloured potted plants of all types. Succulents and flowers and vines, a massive monstera, and a fern or two.

Among his shopping haul are a few rather high end grow lights. After doing some reading, he discovered they can also help with SAD, so win-win.

“They make the plants happy and they make you happy. You see? I say you are il mio fiore prezioso (my precious flower) and science says also to treat you like so. Good light. Plant friends. More water. You know how good I take care of my garden, amore. I don’t let you wilt, eh?”

He’d been so grumpy about being stuck inside and having nothing to keep himself busy with, he finally has something to throw himself into.

Making you happy makes him happy, everyone benefits.

Also gives you a chance to buy him a very silly “Plant Dad” shirt.

Secondo:

He doesn’t say much at first, seeing there’s a problem and quietly going about trying to find a solution.

You are sad, so doing things for you he knows you usually make you happy makes sense. But this seems like something else.

Finally gives in and just asks. He’s very bad at guessing. He tries, but he’s so bad at it. Please just tell this man.

Once he understands the problem, he can plan properly. And, luckily, he has SO many saved holiday hours. Besides, there’s the Abbey in Rome. He can work from there just as easily. If not more so.

Immediately books you both a trip to Italy and rents a private villa with a view.

He plays tour guide every time you go out and is, genuinely, excited to show you everything. Places he grew up, that he loves and has missed, all the food and wine and art and history.

For Secondo, who is often a man of few words, he talks more than you’ve ever heard him speak in the weeks you’re there. The sunshine and the warmth and the beauty definitely improve your mood, but seeing him almost giddy over getting to introduce you to new things might actually be the best part.

Or maybe seeing him in a speedo when you go to the beach.

Both. Probably both.

Terzo:

This man can’t stand seeing you sad. He NEEDS to fix this.

Much like Primo, he goes shopping. Unlike Primo, he fills your quarters with every rose he could lay his hands on.

When you find him, he’s laid out on the bed only covered by a few strategically placed rose petals. Nips and bits.

He also has a new collection of the gaudiest floral shirts, suits, and ties you’ve ever seen.

After deciding that just sitting with the sun lamp isn’t enough to cheer anyone up, he sets up a “picnic” on the floor. Blanket, basket, and all the extras laid out under the lamp. So you can enjoy the sunshine and his company.

He will do pretty much anything it takes to make you smile. Including coming to find you in his Papal robes and nothing else, and shaving his pubes into fun and amusing shapes.

And, at the end of the day, he’ll make your favourite dinner, put on your favourite movie, and wrap you in cuddles and kisses and love.

Copia:

He struggles with SAD as well. It’s something he usually just tries to bully himself into dealing with and keeping it to himself.

But you’re not him. You’re important. For the first time he’s actually motivated to try and find something that helps.

All the things he privately brushed off as “silly” or deciding they wouldn’t work, he’s suddenly eager to try for your sake.

He thinks that, at least if you’re happy, and he helped, he’ll feel better.

The truth is, he’s helping himself as much as you.

Not everything works, but you tried it together and that made it worth while.

Some things are genuinely helpful and doing those things together is also made even better.

Just knowing that neither of you are alone and that you both have someone who understands and has your back is the most helpful thing.

Especially on days when one of you is just not in a mood to be cheered up, you know that’s okay. That you’re allowed to be sad and they’ll be there in whatever way you need without judging you or being weird about it.

You found things that worked and that didn’t together. You can do this together too.

He does make one purchase though. A pair of unicorn onsies. For bad days. So you can put on something both comfy and silly. Which, more often than not, is actually helpful. Especially watching him trying to sneak to the kitchens for snacks in his without getting caught.

#ghost fanfic #ghost headcanons #all the papas #I cannot explain why I love headcanon stuff #but I really do

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MICKEYYYY I’M EMERGING FROM THE BLANKET FORT HAPPILY i come with gifts :33 🍡🍡🧋🧋🌻🌻 i hope today is treating u as kindly as u deserve!!!

OK SOOOO since u finished great pretender there are things i Need to know……. journalist ari is here to interview u i am twirling my little pen and gazing at u fondly ….. first of all!!! i’m gonna have to know your general feelings on the show 👀👀 what did u think?? did u enjoy it??? any parts u especially liked/didn’t really like?? AND then i also need to know your top 3 characters + your favorite case/arc….. it’s extremely important to me.

anyways i love u here is a funny meme that made me think of u <333 they mean the world to me

HIHIHIHIHIIIII HII ARI MY ANGEL!!!! pls know that i love this fucking meme so much but what i love even more is that you sent it to me<3333 and that it made me think of you<33333 love u MWAH

i am now sitting very comfortably with my dr. pepper and i am ready to Go A Little Crazy. btw i am staring right into your eyes are you getting nervous yet little dove? /hj HERE GOES🔥🔥🔥

OKAY OKAY OKAY GREAT PRETENDER!!!!!!! I LIKED IT A LOT!!!!! the fact that they were speaking english in the beginning caught me so off guard i can't even explain it.......... lmao it was cute though!!

i think the second season was my favourite!!! i thought it was really nice how they took more time with the case although yes i understand that there was a lot happening overall so they needed to take more time but i kinda wish the first cases were a bit more drawn out too.... some parts felt a little rushed. like the literally the beginning?? edamura is stealing his wallet but now suddenly they're already in la and that all happened in like the first ten minutes??? that was a lot for a start. but overall i liked it!!!

as for my favourite characters...... look i am truly not immune to little skrunkly kitty cat guys with brown hair and brown hair okay...... edamura my sweetheart<33333333333 (just on a side note i love when ppl wear suits idk something about it just scratches my brain and he was constantly wearing one in the second one i loved it sm)

i felt soo bad by the end of the second one bc nobody treated him right:(((((((( like they didn't tell him anything:(((( yes whatever it was for "his safety" but that doesn't make it right okay:(((((((( like when he got betrayed by his dad after they rescued the kids for the first time???????? and then the whole boat thing??????? he had to watch his friends (fake) die???????? even worse he had to watch his own dad shoot them and then he himself shot his dad?????????? and all that for what??? "for his safety" yeah okay...... HE'S MY BABY:((( kittymura

so i definitely thought that he was gonna betray his friends in the end...................... i'm not saying he's a good guy............. but that old lady was treating him quite nicely wasn't she............. so yes i did think that that was gonna happen buT I DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS STILL A PART OF THE PLOT IN THE END??????? so i was still bamboozled. in a good way i enjoyed that a lot bc i feel like i very often figure out things like this whether i want to or not so i don't get too surprised that often anymore but this did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WILL GIVE KITTYMURA HIS OSCAR I PROMISE I WILL!!!!!!!!!!!! like holy shit that scene was so good!!!!!!!!!!! i think u said u watched the dubbed one right? anyway i watched the subbed one and the voice acting was top tier in that one too!!!!!! when he starts laughing and saying that he finally bested the blonde bastard or whatever i got chills waaaa that was so fucking sick and then the best part!!!!!! the same u commented about too............. the one where he covering his eyes and then the hand drops over his lips 🥴🥴🥴 SO COOL HE ACTUALLY LOOKED MENACING THERE I LOVED IT SOOOO MUCH i won't lie i might've been rooting for him (sorry to my other beloveds...) but yeah that scene was amazing i was sitting so close to my computer screen i just couldn't pull myself away i was so into it

LAURENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYYY YIPPEEEE YAYY!!!! MY FAVOURITE BISEXUAL CON-ARTIST. very gender if i do say so myself. i loveed him!!!!!!! i love suave and charismatic characters a lot i think i'm TRYING to project onto them yk. btw have i said that every time i have a job interview or anything alike i just think that i'm george clooney. i'm not even kidding. i just think of him in ocean's 11 and i repeat to myself that I Am A Charismatic Man Who Doesn't Speak Too Loudly Nor Too Fast I Smile And I Keep Eye Contact And I Make A Joke Here And There And I Will Get This Job Because I Am A Cool Guy btw i've gotten every job i have ever been interviewed for.

and i LOVEDDDDDD him in season two!!!!!!!!!! i loved loved loved his background story so much it's so good to see the suave guy who never fucks up.... fuck up. like when he was stammering at their first job plsssss that made me love him so much more. and to see him with dorothy too:((((((((((((((((((((((((( i thought they were really really cute!!! the speaks-too-much and the stares-fondly dynamic always gets me going<33333333 the way he treated dorothy and how sweet he was i almost cried what's new....

+ i just loved when he Showed Emotion. he always had a smile and he was constantly cracking jokes so it was good to see him upset too. made him more real ig.....

PLUSSSS JUNICHI SUWABE IS SOOOOO FUCKING GOOD AAAAAA PLEAAASEEEE HE NEEDS LIKE AN OSCAR TOO he did such a great job with laurent he fit him so well and just overall he's so fucking good like obviously him as sukuna BROOOOOOOOOOOOOO I GOT CHILLS LIKE EVERYTIME HE OPENED HIS MOUTH OKAY and ofc odasaku too............ whewww okay this is another side note bc idk i love voices so i recently also discovered that he voiced viktor from yuri on ice????????????????????? that made my eyes drop out of my head i think voice acting is so fucking sick how do you voice a guy like viktor (btw i've never actually seen it but i've seen clips) and then a mf LIKE SUKUNA THE NEXT DAY THAT'S SO COOOOOL WAAHH

wait also THE LAURENT AND EDAMURA DYNAMIC!!!!!!! INSANE ACTUALLY!!!! very funny and gay. the end of season two made me go very crazy.. like when edamura is losing it and pointing the sword at his dad and then laurent steps in waaaaaaaaaaaaa that was so cool and i loved all of the times when edamura thought he had bested laurent only to realize that that indeed was not the case lmao they're so cute i can't wait to see more of them!!!!

what da fuck i just scrolled up when did this get so long...........anyway my third favourite character drum roll pleaaaaseee..... ABBBIE!!!!!!! I LOVED HER SOO MUCHHH finally a female character who doesn't smile!!!!!!!!!!!!!! very refreshing to see it and what's even more refreshing was that they kept her like that for the whole thing!!!! i feel like typically they'd make her "break" or whatever by the end of the show......... yk like idk if they made edamura n her kiss or something. ew. definitely feels like if a normie would watch it that's what they'd hope for and i'm very glad they didn't give in to that!!!!!!!! not every female character needs a love interest!!!!! she and kittymura made very very good friends and i hope they stay that way!!!!!!

btw i loved cynthia too i am bringing her here aswell!!!!!!!!! i was a silly goose and i kinda spoiled the first plot twist for myself bc.......... when u mentioned her i might've googled her............. just for the looks i wanted to know it's her when i saw her but............. i didn't realize the whole twist was that you wouldn't know who she really was.................. she appeared as the fbi agent and i went waittt isn't this???? 😐😐😐😐😐 yes. yes. it is................................. that was completely on me that was stupid....

anyway i adored the painting arc a lot!!!! it was so sweet and again it let us see the mighty swindler in a way different light and i really appreciated that it can get a bit boring when the characters are JUST some cool people who are always Cool and Successful it's nice to see them have emotions like i said before

i wasn't a big fan of the dad......................... idk if it's really my own daddy issues kicking in but i hope edamura stays mad at him....... that's kinda petty i guess but he fucked up sooooooo badly aaaaaaaa. i get it ur friend dies but then you just completely abandon your family???? yeah okay you had like a masterplan and had other people taking care of your son buT HE'S STILL YOUR SON?????? HE WAS SO TINY BACK THEN AND THEN HE'S JUST WILLINGLY LETTING KITTYMURA GET INTO THESE BIG GIGS wahh okay something about it just doesn't sit right with me okay....... even if it all worked out in the end........... edamura deserved better......

OKAAAAAYYYYYY THIS GOT SO LONG I AM NOT SURPRISED. LONG STORY SHORT I LOVE KITTYMURA AND I LOVE BILAURENT. VERY FUN SHOW AND I AM THANKING YOUR FOR THE RECOMMENDATION MY LOVE!!!!! <33333333333

and we are now reversing the roles as i beg you to answer the same questions please please pretty please!!!!!

(this is my chance to tell u that i watched the first ep of haikyuu last night!!!!!! and i of course liked it a lot what a surprise..... hinata is soo cute very baby and the beef he and kageyama already had made me laugh so hard but i did only watch the first ep so i can't say more but trusttttt i will let you know when i have my favourites picked out hehe)

OKOK ENOUGH ENOUGH HERE'S SOME NICE WARM TEA FOR MY PRETTIEST IRIS ☕☕ oke maybe it's coffee actually either way it's a warm drink to keep you nice and.. warm!!!!! yk since i can't be there to hug you or whatever😒😒😒 ANDDDD HERE'S A 🧁 BC YOU NEED SOMETHING SWEET I KNOW YOU DO!!!!! no rush with the reply bc this turned into a novel but yeah!!! can't wait to hear more of your thoughts!!!! I LOVE YOJUUUUU<3333

+ they're hugging<33333333 kittymura is just surprised but we both know he hugs him right back<33333333333

#HELLLLOOOOOOO YAPNATION #who wants to read my book #damn this got so long #it's fun though #i love kittymura #and laurent #super gay #and super pathetic #which is which #who knows #anyway #THANK YOU FOR BEING MY LITTLE JOURNALIST ARI THIS WAS SO CUTE #made me think of journalist!gojo i won't lie............ i miss him #WAHHH #OKAY #MANY WORDS AS ALWAYS #I LOVE U MWAHHHH #ari <3 #friends!!

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