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kylelover · 1 year

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MAIN 4 SP BOYS FIRST TIME CUDDLING WITH READER.

hey! Hope you guys like this:) it's my first time writing these hdjssb

STAN MARSH

It was a rainy day outside and you were hanging out at your boyfriends house

which smelled a lot like weed (and pine trees for some reason...) but you got used to it

You were sitting on his sofa watching a true crime movie (he literally forced you to watch it with him)

He sat on one edge of the sofa and you on the other

Stan was focused on the screen, and he suddenly noticed you moved closer to him

You put your head on his chest and your arm around his neck

Stan's cheeks went from normal tint to a crimsom red. He was blushing really bad, and he looked cute.

He really didnt know what to do

He put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer

You guys were infatuated with each others scent

He smelled like lavender and a soft touch of alcohol... it was... comforting in some way

And you were using your iconic perfume/cologne

You were staring at the screen, your head on Stan's shoulder. His eyes were staring at you the whole time, he was mesmerized.

He started feeling light-headed, and felt like there was a knot on his throat.

He was feeling nauseous.

Uh, Oh.

He knew what was coming, Stan didnt want you to see him puke so he always tried to hide it from you, however, it was kind of obvious.

"Sorry babe, I'll be right back."

He got up from the sofa, bad idea. He instantly vomited on the counter.

He was so embarrassed 😭 you comforted him and told him it was okay, which made him feel kind of better about it.

After that, his nauseas became less intense, and both lovers cuddled all night.

KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Team Stan was doing a sleepover at Cartmans house. All of you had sleeping bags

Kyle had his old Terrence and Phillip one, Stan had a light yellow one and Kenny a dusty violet sleeping bag.

And, of course, Cartman slept on his bed with extremely comfortable pillows.

You and your friends were playing video games, a fighting one to be more specific.

since it was only for 4 players you guys took turns.

You were scrolling on your phone, sitting on the sofa and every once in a while watched how the boys played.

"PLAYER 3, ELIMINATED." the sudden noise made you flinch a little bit.

"Dude, are you serious?" Kyle huffed. "Haha, yes! That's for killing me last round, asshole!" The chubby boy laughed and celebrated after eliminating the ginger haired boy.

You heard a sigh near you.

"Hello, love." Kyles voice cracked a little bit since he sat down next to you a little roughly

'Love' oh, how you adored him calling you that. Kyle always used those nicknames with you, such as princess, dear, sometimes even babe.

"Hey." you answered softly.

Instantaneously, you felt weight on your shoulders.

Kyle was a tryhard when it came to fighting videogames, so he was a little tired.

You put your arm around his and grabbed his hand. He nuzzled his head on your neck and whispered, "Sorry, is it okay if I just– if we cuddle?" The boy was nervous. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable by just hugging you randomly.

"Yeah, it's fine." you smiled back at him.

Now, there was a tired boy with his head resting on your shoulder, you on his arms as he held you like he was protecting you.

You could feel his soft, curly haired locks touch your skin in such a gentle way. It tickled your cheek a little...

You felt secured around him, and he did as well.

ERIC CARTMAN

You were watching meme videos while sitting on his bed

Cartman had cuddled a few times he already knew what to do (cough, cough... heidi), so when you asked him if you could cuddle, he wasn't shocked, I mean, who wouldn't want to do it with him, right? (Only you do)

It was 4am so both of you guys were tired, he just nodded slightly at your response which meant yes.

You immediately threw your arms around him and put your head on his soft chest

You never knew why??? he was??? so comfy?? he felt like a pillow.

Cartman moved his arm to grab your arm slightly.

You closed your eyes as the boy watched his videos in silence.

It was rare the moments like these that you had with him since he doesn't want to look "weak" around people. So you appreciated every tiny bit of it.

His scent filled your nose with satisfaction, he always smelled like a combination of cookies and his mothers clothing perfume.

You could hear as the crickets sang, the branches moved slowly and hit the window with almost no impact, the sound of Eric's phone. It all echoed on your ear.

It felt so normal, even though it was the first time you guys did this.

The sounds became more muffled as your eyes started closing. The sound of his heart started fading more and more.

Then, you fell asleep, next to your beloved boyfriend.

KENNY MCCORMICK

Today was a really snowy day. And that was bad. Atleast for South Park High.

The doors were all locked since they were being covered by snow on the outside.

The school told everyone to calm down and that they were all staying in the gym at the moment until the snowfall is over.

Which meant you had to sleep over in school.

You and Kenny were sitting side by side, with your backs against the wall.

The lights were dimmed and sometimes they flickered.

You and him were chatting casual stuff.

Kenny looked at you for a long while, which made you question him.

"Is something wrong?" He nodded his head "My back kinda hurts." He looked tired, like at any given moment he would just collapse.

"Oh lord, i didnt even notice how exhausted you looked... Kenny, if your back hurts maybe you can sleep on top of me?"

You didnt realise how straightforward you were. Kenny looked at you warmly, he loved how caring you were towards him.

"I'd love to be on top of you" He smirked as he moved in front of you and slowly put his head on your lap.

You giggled softly at him, lord, he was such a character.

You were kind of nervous... butterflies building up on your stomach. Kenny always looked so pretty, you never knew how he did it to be so good-looking at all times.

He looked up and smiled at you, his crooked teeth showing up. You always thought he looked cute when he did this as you could see his dimples perfectly.

You played with his hair, it was so soft and fluffy.

His hair always looked so messy yet so nice.

You didnt even notice you were staring until he remarked it.

"Hey, dont need to stare so hard, I wont leave."

You ruffled his hair. "Oh, shut. I love you."

He sat up straighter as you hugged him from behind and he held your hands delicately.

Kenny always felt so giddy and goofy when he was around his partner, especially right now since he had realised you were cuddling, but tried to play it cool.

And you stayed like that for hours. Just rambling and talking about stuff you like.

You didnt realise time went so fast that the birds started chirping. God, you really spoke until 7am? Especially when you spent it with people you loved, even more if it was Kenny.

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http-tokki · 6 months

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~ choso kamo x fem!reader (tattoo artist choso au) ~tags/cw: tattoo artist choso, fem reader, tattoo artist au, tattoos, needles, satosugu is canon, modern au, choso has a scar over his nose instead of his markings, strangers to friend to lovers (strangers rn) tiny lil man verbal bashing cause men are weak lil babies when getting tattoos, reader is a lil chubby, choso is on antidepressants, smoking/vaping, drinking ~ wc: 2.9k ~ "Dude, he is so fucking hot. I wasn't expecting him to look like that!! What do I do?!! Help?!?"

You: Wednesday 8:45pm Hi, I was just wondering if your books were still open? It says they are in your bio but in case I've missed it and they're closed, please ignore this message, sorry! :)

Kamo: Wednesday 9:23pm Hey. No, they are still open. When were you looking to book? Do you have a specific design? Or are you looking for a flash?

You: Thursday 11:36am Oh, hi, awesome! Thank you for getting back to me so quickly! I was looking to book next month, towards the end. On a weekend if that would be possible (I don't mind the time), and for the design, just a flash (design 3A) on your latest post on my upper arm, around 15-20cm. :)

You: Thursday 11:52pm Unless you think it should be smaller or somewhere else, I'm not picky! I really want something of yours tattooed on me :)

Kamo: Thursday 12:15pm Sure, no problem! I have the 24th free at 12pm. Does that work for you? The spot and size are fine, but I'll make up smaller and bigger stencils on the day in case you change your mind. The total would be $600 for the piece. However, I require a $100 deposit to secure your spot. I can send you the payment details once you confirm your interest. Please read through my FAQs on cancellation policies and further information.

You: Thursday 12:20pm 24th at 12pm is perfect! Thank you!! I'll send a deposit through now! Ahh, so excited! :)

Kamo: Thursday 1:07pm You're welcome. Here is the link x. Please send a screenshot of your payment as proof. For the rest of the amount, I accept cash only. If you have any other questions, feel free to message me. See you on the 24th.

You: Thursday 3:30pm Sending it now! Yay! Thank you so much! Super excited, see you! :)

Kamo: Thursday 4:35 pm Seen

"I sound like an idiot, don't I?" you grumble as your friend reads over your chat with a tattoo artist.

You watch your friend tilt their glasses down, squinting at the screen as their mouth curls into a grimace. They try to hide it with a sniffle, disguising their obvious disgust over your intense enthusiasm.

"Not an idiot," they hand the phone back to you, a frown set in the crooked way it always did when they were uncomfortable. "Just really, really eager, which can be cute if you like that."

Choso is growing tired.

At what? There are too many contributing factors to the headache that had begun blooming his eyes five minutes after stepping into the studio to pinpoint the main culprit of his budding exhaustion. Maybe it was the late night/early morning combo, or perhaps it was the horrific lack of water and food he hadn't consumed in the last twenty-four hours. When was the last time he had taken his medication? Choso begins to run through the previous days in an attempt to remember when he had even glanced at the Zoloft sheet sitting in the bottom drawer of his trolley, but his attention is diverted from his lack of self-care to the man sitting in his tattoo chair.

It is coming up on the two-hour mark since his client walked in. With a brazen attitude that could rival a Greek god, the man had outlined what had to be the simplest fucking tattoo known to man. Choso had rolled his eyes at the frankly impressive and thorough drawing done by the twenty-something gym bro before shifting the paper off to his younger brother.

"Come on, it's easy! An hour tops, and then you've got like two fifty in your hand! You technically owe me an observation session, and this can be it." Yuji had gripped his brother's sleeve, tugging on it the way he used to when they were kids.

Taking in his younger half-brother as his apprentice was a good idea in theory. The two lived and worked together, so there was ample time for obvs and practice, but today was already busy, and Choso was feeling like complete and utter shit.

"Yuji, I don't want to do this. I have a client coming in at twelve for a full session, and I've got this headache and-"

"It's easy money, come on! Please." it technically was easy money. The design was a small band wrapped around the bicep, with no adornments or script, just a flat black line; it was the client himself that made Choso apprehensive.

"Fine." Choso sighed, and Yuji almost jumped into the air in excitement. "You prep and clean him; I'm not doing anything but the actual tattoo."

Yuji nodded eagerly and just about ran into the front room to confirm the walk-in appointment.

That was almost two hours ago, and Choso is still here, finishing up the outlines of the band on a guy twice his size but carrying on like a toddler. Each touch of the needle on skin had the man flinching and hissing through his teeth, and there is only so much Choso could take.

Choso eyes the clock nervously, his next appointment slot ticking closer but the second. There isn't going to be enough time to get out and grab a coffee or snack from the corner store. After another quick glance at the amount of work before him, Choso calls it fifteen minutes to twelve and clicks off the tattoo gun with a disappointed sigh.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but we might have to split this into two sessions."

He looks back over at this current client, who is sweating profusely. It takes everything in him to scowl in disgust at the once brazen man before him, but not the look on his client's face; Choso knows some form of repugnance had slipped through his composure.

"Yeah, sure, man, no sweat," the client replies, relief blatant in his sigh. "Sorry for taking so many breaks. I've got a weak pain tolerance."

That makes Choso feel a little bad.

"You're fine. I've just got a pre-booked client coming in like ten and need to set up." A little lie to hurry the man up.

Hope is so close. So attainable that Choso can almost feel the sun on his face, but the shop bells slice through any dream of a break.

"Hi, I'm here for my twelve with Kamo?"

Choso slouches, attention now on the conversation happening in the front room. It's not even twelve yet! Why would she be here so early?

"Yep! We've got you down for twelve, but Choso's still with someone, so if you wanna wait here, that's okay!" Yuji giggles in response.

"Ohh, I'm just here to ask if umm…Choso wanted a coffee or anything?" his name is a question on her tongue. "I'm going to go get one and wanted to ask if anyone wanted anything so you don't have to wait in line."

That's nice. Choso thinks and leans back on his chair, attempting to glimpse his new client, who has Yuji giggling at every word.

"I was just about to step out to get coffee so I can come with you, but I can get Cho's; you don't need to pay for him." Another giggle. God, his younger brother is shameless.

"That's okay! I can get them; just write your orders down so I don't forget!" the girl insists.

"Ohh, but-"disappointment fills Yuji's voice.

"Yuji, can you come here please!" Choso shouts down the hall, pulling his brother away from his new crush.

Yuji groans, then the shop bells ring again, and then the sound of footsteps shuffles down the hall.

"Yes?"

"Can you wrap him up and finish the payment? I need a smoke." Choso rolled back from the bed, handing over the second skin he has yet to unwrap.

Choso's brother sighs but offers the male client a friendly smile, sits down in the now vacant rollaway stool, and begins to prep the skin for wrap-up.

"I'll be back in five; if anyone needs me, tell them to wait." Choso grumbles the last part and offers a stiff wave to his current client before disappearing into the hall.

The knots in Choso's shoulder have been building for days now, and no amount of rolling or stretching seems to relieve the tension in his muscles, but it is nice to stretch and feel the blood move around him again. Heavy boots echo through the small shop as he stalks to the front desk, floorboards creaking under the weight of thick rubber soles. His fingers slip into his back pocket to reach for the small pack of menthols hastily shoved down after the abrupt end of his morning break.

Stepping out into the world, Choso is blinded by the sun. Having forgotten about the passage of time while being stuck indoors all day, he now stands stunned in the small alcove of the shop's entrance. The sun nears the centre of the sky, beating down the world in a heat never seen before. It wasn't even the beginning of summer, and the sweltering days were breaking temperature records. Choso shields his eyes with a hand, and even then, his vision is blurred as his retinas adjust.

The street is quiet; an abnormal silence had fallen over the usually busy road, but with the rising blistering temps, he suspects people aren't willing to brave the heat to shop or eat. Choso finds the familiar recess in the wall, a door had been there years ago but has long since been boarded up and now acts as refuge for him and his brother. Through any weather, time of day or season, the small alcove is a sanctuary for tired and burnt-out artists needing a second away from the constant buzz of tattoo guns.

Choso scans the few open cafes and bars for his mystery client. Mainly office workers on lunch break and mothers with strollers waiting for the afternoon pick up; he can't see anyone that fits the image he had concocted in his mind on the short walk over until he spots a girl standing in line across the way. The tattoos that adorn her legs are what Choso notices first. Patchwork pieces from different artists in black and white with pops of colour here and there, but for the most part are monochromatic, all spaced far enough to be their own pieces but not so much that they seem gap-y. He is impressed at the choice, knowing that when getting patchwork pieces, they are usually slapped in any available location, but from what he can see, every piece flowed into each other and told a story against her skin. Her arms are equally as covered, though with more room, and he is eager to see the works up close. A flash of pink catches his attention, and he narrows his attention on the pink My Melody backpack that she swings at her side, pink wallet clutched in her free hand as she shifts her weight from her toes to her heels. Choso smirks at the bag and finds himself willing her to turn so he can see the face of the girl who we had been staring at for the past five minutes.

He is staring and he needs to stop before he gets caught. Shifting his attention from the random woman, he fishes out his phone and focuses on the seemingly endless DMs and texts stacked on the lock screen. Sometimes, he wonders if he really should have gone into a career where his livelihood relied on communicating with strangers. With expert precision and one hand, he pulls a cigarette from the crumpled packet and slips the filter between his teeth. Biting down the filter, the taste of menthol fills his mouth, and relief floods his veins before settling in the deep groves of his brain. The cigarette isn't even lit yet, but his nervous system knows that the taste of mint will soon be followed by nicotine, and all will be well for a few minutes. Breaking the habit of smoking has been on Choso's New Year's resolution lists for the past three years, but he only ever lasts a few weeks before turning back to the comfort of those overpriced joints. Maybe next year will be the year. Choso digs through his pockets, fingers grasping for the lighter he keeps in his right pant pocket, but there is nothing. Maybe the other side? Still nothing. Third pocket? Fourth pocket? Nada. Zilch. Zero. Fuck.

There isn't enough time to go back inside to search for matches, and he had already popped the filter and doesn't want to waste the smoke, but it would get gross sitting in the packet- his headache grew.

"Choso?" a soft voice asks from above.

Choso looks up from his lap and is greeted by the most stunning woman he has ever seen. Breathing is no longer automatic as he stares at you, and when his lungs start to contract almost painfully, he realises and takes in an all too obvious breath.

It wasn't fair to look like that. With the sun illuminating your silhouette, cradling you in an angelic aura that has Choso debating on whether he should get on his knees and pray to you, but too much time has passed since you spoke and he acknowledged you that he has to say something, but all he can manage is a muffled yeah?

"I'm your twelve, but you look like you need a light?" you hold out a bright pink light between pretty pink manicured fingers.

Choso offers a tight-lipped smile to prevent the cigarette from falling from his mouth and takes the lighter, flicking it to life. "Thanks, I owe ya."

He holds the flame to the tobacco, and only when it glows bright does he pull the disposable away.

"It didn't cost me anything, so nothing to owe."

There is a beat of silence as you throw the light back into your bag before bending down to pick up the coffee you had set at your feet. "Also, a coffee." another offer towards him.

"The guy at the desk gave me your order, and I always buy my artists something before a session. I'm not hitting on you."

Your admission of this not being a move stirs something in him. Choso accepts the cold cup with a soft thank you, angling his hand away from yours, careful not to burn you with the lit smoke.

"I'll meet you inside. Give you a moment to yourself." you nod towards the door of the studio, feet already turning to start walking towards the entrance.

He watches you walk away, a smile creeping on his face despite not knowing why. You're as cute from the front as you are from the back, and he's glad the girl he had seen in the coffee shop is you. Soft curves make up your figure, dipping at your waist before filling out again over your bust. Choso feels his stomach twist in that familiar feeling, but he can't think of you like that; you're a client and nothing more. There is a mesmerising way in which you walk that has Choso unable to look away, and even when you've stepped into the studio, his gaze lingers on the empty space you once stood in until the rancid taste of burnt filter fills his mouth. Never in his life has he been as thankful for coffee as he is in that moment when burnt paper fills his senses. Taking a big gulp of the sweet but still bitter drink, it takes everything in him not to spit in the street, but he was raised better than that and will wait until he is in the small bathroom to spit up the gross contents.

When Choso returns, you are sitting on the small couch in the waiting room, filling out consent forms. Head down as you read the number of your ID and scribe it down in the open line; he walks past you, suddenly horrified by his heavy choice of shoe. The thick thud of the rubber soles on the hardwood has you lifting your head and smiling at your artist. Choso feels his stomach flip.

"So," Choso starts, but the smoke still in his throat chokes the word. He clears his throat and restarts his sentence. "So, do you smoke, or do you just carry the lighter?"

"My best friend smokes, so I just carry it 'cause you never know when you're gonna need a light." Your laugh is contained, almost forced, as if the interaction you are having is uncomfortable for you. Had he done something wrong?

"Ohh." Is his only reply as you return to the balanced folder on your lap.

Another moment of silence before Choso steps towards the hall. "I'll let Yuji check you in, and then just come in when you're ready." Had he already made you that uncomfortable in the two minutes you had spoken outside? Choso takes a deep breath as he steps into his space and suddenly wishes the whiney baby was the one getting tattooed.

You: Saturday 12:05pm Dude, he is so fucking hot. I wasn't expecting him to look like that!! What do I do?!! Help?!?

Number ONE best friend: Saturday 12:06pm suck his dick? ik guys like that :P

You: Saturday 12:06pm Idk what I expected from you. I need actual advice, please Saturo. U owe me!

Number ONE best friend: Saturday 12:07pm ooh first name, you're kinda scary. Okay, here is what you do. You act like a normal human and then flirt a lil and suss out if he's into it and then ask him out to drinks?

You: Saturday 12:08pm That works if I KNEW HOW TO FLIRT. Ugh im screwed, he's so fine fuck

Number ONE best friend: Saturday 12:09pm eww, you're getting ur jizz all over the screen. just breathe and be normal okay, pretend he's me.

You: Saturday 12:10pm Ignoring the first comment. Im gonna sneak a pic and show u BRO YOU NEED TO SEE HIM

Number ONE best friend: 12:10pm creepy but okeeeeyyy. Sugu also says to breathe and be normal but to ignore anything you think I would do

You: Saturday 12:11pm Thanks, Suguru, please kill him for me, ill talk to u guys in a bit

Number ONE best friend: good luck bestie 8======D

a/n: okay so there is going to be a part two but I'm not sure when, please give me feedback if you want it or want me to stop, put the laptop down and go outside lmao lil texting format, lemme know how y'all feel about that

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shinjisdone · 1 year

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When you have an Secret Admirer - and it's not them (1; Heartslabyul)

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that 'secret admirer' - everyone wants to help you out...but have their own reason for it...

"To my Dearest Ramshakle Prefect..."

form of headcanons + scenario-ish

[note: reader is gender-neutral but mostly mentioned in 2. pov; a series of everyone you meet following you. headcanon will follow each char. own thoughts on the situation. mostly nervousness, slight jealousy & stubbornness]

Part 2: Savanaclaw

Part 3: Octavinelle

Part 4: Scarabia

Part 5: Pomefiore

Part 6: Ignihyde

Part 7: Diasomnia

The school day goes by as the sun slowly sets. An orange hue adorns the roof of the Ramshakle dorm, even letting its somewhat shabby exterior appear charming. Laughter fills the cool air as both Ace and Deuce insisted on accompanying you to your dorm. Surely you aren't an mere outsider anymore after all these...overblot incidents but they were so stubborn sweet that you barely argued with them.

It was Grim's high-pitched snicker that snapped you back into reality.

"Oi, henchman, there's a letter for ya - and it's in all pink~!"

Ace Trappola

The first to immediately tease you that you've got a "Secret admirer~! Ooooh!"

As you appraoch the door you can see the pink letter carefully slid between the handle and wall. Your name was elegantly written on it.

It was only after you opened it and he peeked to see the first few sentences - 'To my Dearest Ramshakle Prefect' did he suddenly clam up and and his heart fell down to his stomach.

No way. No, no, no, no way! For real?!

Nah. Nah, nah, nah. This happens in these cliché movies and manga where someone really doesn't have the guts to approach their crush in person. People really do things like that?!

The moment both you, Deuce and Grim side-eye him for his sudden silence, he instantly perks up with a breahtless cackle to save face.

"Oh my Sevens, (Name)! You out of all people got a...a secret admirer?!" He would reach for the letter with a sweaty hand only for you to tuck it away. 'No way, Ace' you say, 'It - It couldn't be. This letter is for me anyway, so shut it! You can't peek!'

Oh oh.

His heart dropped even further. Is..your face getting red? Oh, no. He doesn't like that.

Still, he saves face by bringing his sweaty hand up to cover his face as his eyes dart around. "Fine, fine," He lies, "Just read it, dummy. Do tell us what it is about...! And from whom...!

He awkwardly winks.

Bidding goodybe by lightly punching your arm, he went to his own dorm with Deuce. The latter asked about his sudden shift in character.

"Nothing's wrong. I just find it hilarious if the Prefect did end up having a secret admirer! I mean, can you believe it?! What are we, a bunch of middle schoolers?

He sweats through the entire walk home and barely greets his schoolmates. He ended up not sleeping well that night.

Shoot. He really doesn't like that.

Deuce Spade

Deuce jumps when he heard Ace teasing you. His first instinct was to shut him up but the words itself were startling.

Oh my gosh...a secret admirer? Those things were real?!

He never had one admittedly...well, no surprises there considering his past.

"Dude, can you not make fun of (Name) for one entire day?!" He looks back at you for approval but blinks and - involuntarily - grimaces at the sight of you blushing while denying it. Ace couldn't be right, could he?

The mention of a love letter already flustered him, even if he wasn't the recipient but the fact that it was for you and that you were...flushed an obvious shade of red that even he could notice, left an sour aftertaste. He could feel his stomach twisting.

He hesitates before lightly shoving Ace and his grabby sweaty hands away from you, "Don't listen to him. It's your letter...just read it whenever."

Even saying something like that makes him want to barf.

You nod before waving goodbye - still with your face red. He really disliked the sight even knowing that you thanked him for sticking up for you against Ace's shenanigans. Why isn't he happy as usual when you thank him?

He looks back to Ace. "What's, what's wrong with you? You're suddenly so super weird." The latter just laughed it off, still sounding nervous. There was a part of Deuce that was glad his friend was so focused on his own nervousness, that he couldn't notice Deuce's mixed feelings of this.

This...wouldn't matter tomorrow, right...? He'd wake up and pick you up at Ramshakle as usual, right?

Deuce couldn't sleep. He went outside for some fresh air as he often felt sick throughout the night.

Cater Diamond

A new day is here yet no one seemed to be able to forget yesterday's incident - and CayCay noticed!

He went on an on, trying to pry the problem out of his dear, cute juniors but they didn't seem to budge. Ace would just brush him off, first starting with a 'All is swell and well as long Dormleader Riddle doesn't know...!' but now his excuses were limited to 'What, you tryin' to be the most caring and annoying senior of the month here?' His tone was as exasperated as before, however.

Deuce on the other hand seemed to be open to share but something would always hold him back last second. He'd sweat and blush and pout before shaking his head, offering a wobbly smile.

Cater continued to openly bother help the two until you arrived at Heartslabyul. What a surprise! His favorite, adorable junior coming to visit him?!

You approached him and he couldn't be happier! Oh, what's that, you wanna talk to him in private? Sure, he says, as both Deuce and Ace share a look.

Even so, Cater couldn't help but notice your flushed face as well as something being hidden on your person. Was that a pink piece of paper?

"Um, Cater-senpai...do you happen to have...pastries here for me?" You ask, nervously, trying hard to avoid his gaze. The guy appeared to be confused before you discreetly showed him the letter.

Oh. Oh...maybe, things are starting to make sense now.

He was able to see a few sentences the moment you showed him the contents. You admitted that you felt like you could talk about this...case with him. At least a little bit.

'I feel as though a letter alone isn't enough. I want to do something special for you...something as sweet as you, I made for, perhaps it could lighten your mood and your opinion of me.'

Chatty Cater was left speechless.

His gaze slowly wandered to the kitchen, then back to you. "Pastries...?" He muttered, "For - For you?" He looked back to the kitchen. A sweet aroma did come out of it.

Suddenly, he went up to your face, visibly distressed. "(Name)-chan, do you know from who this letter is?"

You take a step back, startled. "No...it's not signed - I mean, it is, it's just...as 'Your Secret Admirer'." You make a face as he leans coser - before suddenly shifting back to his original postion.

No. No way.

"Uh, Trey! Trey!" Cater calls out as he grabbed your shoulders and marched into the kitchen with you. His grip was tight even as you complained at the sudden take off.

"Trey, we've, uh, got a...problem."

Trey Clover

Trey almost dropped the bag flour when the door busted open with Cater pushing you through it. He readjusted his glasses before eyeing you two up and down.

"Trey-!" "What's the hurry? I'm baking one of Riddle's tarts right now." Before he could say anything more, both of you (or rather, Cater almost carried you) scrambled to the cupboards in the corner, hastily opening them (Cater was).

In return, the vice housewarden put his utensils back with a sigh. "What is it-" "(Name)-chan's got a love letter!"

You jumped as you shushed your senior, giving him a slap on the shoulder. Trey almost let go of the handkerchief in his hands.

His yellow eyes narrowed as they rapidly blinked, "L-love...love lett-" Only for him to be shushed by you, too.

Murmuring complaints under your breath you briefly showed the letter and its contents while Cater hastily explained the possible plan of this secret admirer. He still continued to open them left and right while Trey ducked down, his nose almost touching the pink piece of paper. He was able to peek a few lines before it was snatched away from his gaze.

'I don't want you to believe that this is some kind of prank. You'd probably expect it since you're magicless - but maybe you'd consider giving me the benefit of the doubt...'

'...ever since I saw you, I could kinda tell that you were a good person...and so very sweet to everyone, giving them a chance...'

'I admire you being able to be a good student at this college, even sharing classes with a cat while you can do no magic. I know it sounds crazy but this school is haaaard and I myself always have difficulties even being here...'

Trey could feel his heart beating against his rib cage as the words echo in his head, as he watches you snatch the letter back against your chest with pressed lips and flushed cheeks - and everything else seems to ring in his ears as he pulls a face the moment he heard Cater yell and everyone else burst into the kitchen.

"Oh my god, it's true! There are a bunch of pastries here with white roses!"

Riddle Rosehearts

The marching of his heels could be heard throughout the staircase and many began to panic. Riddle begrudgingly left his studies to see the commotion he so clearly and loudly heard from his room. With ease he pushed back the kitched door and found himself yelling with his usual strict tone again. "What in the name of the Queen is going on here?!"

The redhead could only raise a brow as almost all dormmates shakily pointed at you. Your flushed visage went pale in a second you noticed him walking up to you.

"Riddle-senpai...!" You waved your hands even as Riddle's gait became far more poised and his expression calmer once he saw you. With an almost neutral face he greeted you (and expected just a little common slip up from you and to...just pat you on the shoulder as a warning.) and leaned to the cupboard in the corner that Cater was facing, scratching his neck. In a flash his composure was ruined and he fell into his old habit - his face fuming red in anger.

"What is this?! A basket full of pastires decorated with white roses from our garden?! This is a crime against all rules of the Queen!"

He snapped his head back to the many students who were already trembling and attempting to run through the door, jump out the windows or cower behind the counter.

"Who thought of this prank?! It's off with your head!!!"

Screams ensued so loud and far that Trey jumped in-between. Deuce followed with an apologetic bow while Cater and Ace motioned for the rest to flee. The vice housewarden quickly interjected with Riddle's plan, whispering into his ear. The moment you noted what was exchanged, you came between them, your face as flushed as theirs.

Riddle darted his wide-eyed gaze to yours, his face as red as a cherry - and so was yours, he feared. Inhaling deeply, he cleared his throat before approaching you and holding out his hand. It seems he has forgotten about the commotion and was deaf to the weepings (of having survived another tantrum of the dormleader) outside.

"...(Name), may I take a look at this...letter?" His voice involuntarily cracked and he cleared his throat again. You answered by shoving it behind your back. "(Name), this is a violation against the Queen's rules so this concerns Heartslabyul. I..have to know."

He had to know who the criminal was...for, for justice. Nothing more and...nothing less.

You shake your head, facing the basket. "Just let me see this...gift," Your voice grew small at the last word, almost as if you had to admit it to yourself what this truly was. "Maybe it's not connected...maybe it's just a prank". Gingerly leaning in, you couldn't help but be amazed at the sight. The aroma was mesmerizing and so was the icing and entire form of the cookies, muffins and small cakes. White roses were indeed on and circling around the basket, droplets of dew adorning the soft petals. It seemed everything was done with so much care behind them...including stealing fresh roses the night before, it seems. On top of the basket, you found a thick but small note: 'You found them! I hope you enjoy the treats. I wish to give you these white roses too - when I first heard of the rumors from Heartslabyul, everyone deemed you some magicless troublemaker out for attention but I never really believed that...so white roses, because after all you've done for the dorms, I know you are innocent and pure...and red roses are kinda stereotypical, don'tchu think? And don't worry because of the dormleader...this was first just an idea that grew into a plan. I'll be sure to give you much more to make you believe me and my affection for you. So, look forward to it, okay?

Your Secret Admirer

This was it. You were officialy going to faint.

You went back home, trying to discreetly carry the big basket without bringing too much attention to it...even though today's incident will surely be talked about among the Heartslabylul students, carried on in the cafetria and then...you groaned as you went through the door and pushed the thought aside. You..really wanted to try one muffin before Grim could even find your gift from...your own secret admirer.

Oh my god, this was so cringey. And overwhelming. And sweet. And was this even real? It..still could be a prank though...cruel people can find a way to bring one's hopes up only to smash them into pieces. Yet...you didn't really wanted to think about that now.

Ace pouted back in his shared room with Deuce after you brushed him aside. He persisted that, yeah this has to be a prank! Let him taste-test this for you, in case there is some kind of spell put on it - weirdly enough Riddle encouraged him so. That is a possibilty, is it not?

And yet as he did, he begrudgingly had to be honest. These were insanely good, perhaps even better than Trey's, though he kept his mouth shut on that one. Riddle tested it too and approved with a frown, Deuce was hesitant until Ace shared his cookie with him and Trey didn't even wanna know. He just shrugged and shook his head with a jaded smile as he believed the four of them. All five of them couldn't get the small smile on your face out of their heads.

"...Okay, so," Deuce started, looking on the floor. "This is the real deal then. An actual love letter and s-secret admirer for the prefect..."

"Yeah, it's really damn weird." Deuce snapped his glare up to his friend, pulling a face. "Shouldn't we be happy for (Name)? It could be something good. And, I mean, we are students, that happens in schools..." Ace swiftly turned around, eyeing the bluehead suspiciously. "You have no idea what you're talking about, dude. This is Night Raven College, weird stuff happens all the time here! I'm telling you someone's pullin' a serious bigass prank on (Name). And I'm not gonna stand around and wait for that to happen!"

Deuce looks up, shooting up from his bed. "Oh no, Ace, you don't mean-" "I am!" Through his cockiness, his face still grew red.

Riddle sighed as he cleaned the kitchen together with Cater and Trey. The latter two would often share a look before the dormleader began to raise his voice. "Starting tomorrow we will find this criminal for breaking one of the Queen's rules and put them to justice."

"Uh, you sure? I, I mean it was just a gift..." Cater trailed off, looking away. Trey loudly sighed, "Besides, this is none of my business - or ours. It's (Name)'s..."

One utensil clattered on the table before Riddle briskly turned to his friend. He offered a determined glare even as his palms started to sweat. "Trey," He began confidently, "Roses were stolen from the garden. This concerns me- all of us," He quickly corrected, "It doesn't matter if it's from (Name)'s 'secret admirer', if anything that person is disregarding rules, a criminal. (Name) deserves better than that."

Trey could almost hear the spite in Riddle's tone but decided to stay quiet. He ran his hand through his hair and adjusted his glasses. "Whatever you say, dormleader. Let's just hope this won't be more troule than it seems."

Bonus!

[yeah, ok, I kinda went overboard but also feel like its not enough - so here is everyone's thoughts after the scenario!]

Ace

Oh. My. God.

So, that was real. The treats were real. And they tasted good, too! Damnit!

Ace is still adamant that this is some sort of prank. It has to be! He was fooled once or twice by Azul and Co., that doesn't mean there aren't any dumbasses trying to trick you! You're an easy target! Magicless, living in some shabby dorm with a cat and ghosts! You got only him and Deuce! and maybe Jack, Epel and Sebek. And some 'Tsunotarou' guy? Pff, whatever.

He will make sure nothing is gonna happen to you! As your best friend, he's gotta make sure...! And, well, protect you!

It's the only thought process that keeps him from being a nervous mess. If it isn't that possibility, then that means someone really does have a crush on you and will, ya know, try to - ew - 'woo' you, or somethin'.

Ace is determined to find the 'prankster' and prove you he was right! In doing so, he would also prove it to himself and therefore be calmed. There's no way someone could be doing this...before him, right?

It's a mix of nervousness and denial. It only worsens when he slowly sees you happily accepting this 'courtship'.

Deuce

Holy crap...that was the most confusing and romantic thing he has ever witnessed.

The most mixed on all of this. An secret admirer doesn't sound like a bad thing and he wants to give this person the benefit of the doubt - maybe they mean well and just like you! And you seem to be accepting of that, alas a bit subtly and hesitantly.

Though he can't help this twisted feeling inside his stomach and the beating of his heart. He blushes as bright as you whenever the topic is mentioned as if he was the receiver of that person's affections! It is just...he cannot explain it to himself that this isn't wrong. He cannot find a reason why this could be wrong (aside from Ace's constant theories on what this plan actually could be) but it just doesn't sit right with him.

He should be happy for you! Yet, he isn't. He can't.

Ace does mention the possibility of someone wanting to hurt you and that does get Deuce riled up. If that is the case, he'll surely show them the ol' two, leave their face a bit black and blue...but he cannot believe it just yet. You seem so flattered by everything...he can't take that joy away from you by being like Ace.

Deuce grows frustrated and decides to not play by the redhead's rules - that letter was for you, dammit! He's just gonna go up to you himself and ask you how you feel about this ordeal!

A part of him hopes it is a bad guy...so he can save you from the unnecessary tears.

Cater

This was???? Shoot, he didn't take a pic! Not that he could, he was more worried of what Riddle might have done;;

So. Now this is real. It took him three years being in NRC but he is finally being witness of an classic 'secret admirer' story...or shenanigan because nothing can be normal here.

Exciting in normal cases! He'd love to have an extra blog to follow this story and 'crack the case' of that secret admirer! Should be easy enough since you are the lucky one.

But unlike his juniors, Cater is honest with himself.

He really doesn't want you to have an secret admirer.

Well, because, of course not! He likes you!

It's a bit of a shame...such a scoop but it has to be his favorite juniour. You attract more attention and trouble than he thought.

Cater is not exactly jelaous or panicked...perhaps in due time. Until then, he decides to step away and just keep a very close eye on you. Part of him hopes this secret admirer dude is true to their word and there will be more surprises! How exciting!

On the other hand...just don't have a crush on his crush, k?

Trey

BIG. SIGH.

Why can something not be normal here? A bask full of treats (that are apparently better than his?) almost gave him a heart attack.

On Riddle's command, Trey has to be a part of this now, doing his utmost to find a 'rule breaker' and 'criminal'.

Part of him kinda respects this admirer for having the guts that no one else really has...sure, it's more 'grandious' and public than he'd prefer, but well, good for them.

Everything is more like an annoyance and chore to him than anything. Riddle, the dorm, Cater and now creeping through he hallways of the college to find some person while the news have most likely spread around like a wild fire (and if they haven't, they will be thanks to Azul and his eels).

He really wished none of this happened.

Mostly because someone is going out of their way to offer you a giant, grandious, over the top confession that will haunt him for the rest of the day weeks.

And out of all things...why did they charm you with pastries? That's like nasty pang to the side.

Just get this over with. Have someone call it a hoax. Go back to the dorm, invite you to the kitchen and flatter you with real sweets this time, all made by Trey and no one else.

BIG. SIGH.

Why can something not be normal here? A bask full of treats (that are apparently better than his?) almost gave him a heart attack.

On Riddle's command, Trey has to be a part of this now, doing his utmost to find a 'rule breaker' and 'criminal'.

Part of him kinda respects this admirer for having the guts that no one else really has...sure, it's more 'grandious' and public than he'd prefer, but well, good for them.

He really wished none of this happened.

Mostly because someone is going out of their way to offer you a giant, grandious, over the top confession that will haunt him for the rest of the day weeks.

And out of all things...why did they charm you with pastries? That's like nasty pang to the side.

Just get this over with. Have someone call it a hoax. Go back to the dorm, invite you to the kitchen and flatter you with real sweets this time, all made by Trey and no one else.

Riddle

Ridicilous...what kind of game is this? He's never heard of something this preposterous before!

Well, he literally never did...he thought things such as secret admirers were just a fantasy...in non-academic, fictional books he wasn't allowed to read...

Nevertheless, someone broke into the Heartslabyul kitchen, used it without permission and on top of that, stole roses from the garden. White ones, too!

The first thing in his mind is to make this right. Find that person, punish them fine, let them know of their wrongdoings. This cannot go! What if others believe Heartslabyul to be just some...kind of freebie storage of flowers and pastries they can snatch whenever?

As a dorm leader, Riddle must fix this.

The second thing in his mind is that all of this is done for you.

It feels oddly sweet to Riddle...those stories of tender love were true...

Still, he can't find himself fond of these proclaims of love.

Riddle isn't as honest to himself as Cater nor an irrational denier like Ace but...he knows he doesn't like any of this and knows it's connected to you...

In the past he would have brushed it aside and in the worst case scenario, will find anyone else in the wrong and be faulty - mainly you and that admirer for stirring this stress inside of him.

But these pangs in his heart are all his own concerns to deal with, that he knows.

Riddle doesn't like to think of you accepting this confession hence why he avoids you and distracts himself by finding this lovey-dovey student. He's only going to correct them on how to properly do this without anything resulting in theft.

And yet even so...if they listen and do as he says, do things the right way...will that really be okay to him?

If they ever confess and you accept...even though it was done correctly, without anyone getting hurt or harmed...will Riddle be okay?

The redhead cannot take this experience away from you, it is up to you to know how to deal with this. But seeing how this scheme of love and affections plays out in the upcoming weeks, there's something in Riddle that makes him wonder if he should have been that secret admirer to you months ago...and none of this would be happening now.

[yeah, watch me write so much of Ace, my favorite Deuce, and my perfect Riddle that I aDorE...and then teenee tiny cookue bits for cater and trey :,) ]

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #heartslabyul #twst scenarios #Ace Trapolla #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #secret admirer #part 1 of...uh...#we'll see #first post #new to tumblr #please be nice #twst x reader #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader #reader insert

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hypnoneghoul · 11 days

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If I could make a request, could we pretty please get a bit of Swiss taking care of a sick Phantom?

(Guess who got woken up at 4:23am by food poisoning? 😗✌️)

damn dude that sucks :(

I hope you feel better soon, but in the meantime i scribbled something for ya. it's very fucking silly so I hope you smile a little bit heheh enjoy

He is dying. He’s sure of it, that must be it.

What else could it be?

That’s all Phantom is thinking about, absolutely not tying the worrying amounts of cheese he ate with Rain the day before to his current state of true agony. Just a tummy ache, actually, but it is agony.

The quintessence ghoul is curled up in his bed with his favorite plushie squeezed tight to his chest. He doesn’t want to get up, he can’t waste any remaining energy if he wants to attempt to survive. Phantom is whining and whimpering as if someone was at the very least kicking him in the balls every five seconds. He must’ve learned his theatrics from Rain.

Finally, a savior comes. Most likely alerted by his cries—or absence at breakfast—Swiss comes knocking on his door. “Hey, bug? What’s up?”

Phantom cries out louder, “‘m dying, Swiss.”

The multi ghoul furrows his brows—actually worried—before coming into the room to assess the damage. “What’s wrong?”

“Feel like ‘m being stabbed from the inside,” Phantom whines, throwing an arm over his eyes in the act of utmost dramatics. Swiss comes closer, relaxing at the sight that the quintessence ghoul is not actually in the process of passing away. “‘Tis the end, Swissy.”

He snorts loudly at that and rolls his eyes at Phantom’s offended scoff and another whimper. “Where does it hurt?” Swiss asks.

“Tummy,” the other mumbles. The multi ghoul crawls into the bed and over Phantom to slot himself against his back. He’s very obvious in his attempt to conceal the purr that’s just begging to be let out at the comfortable warmth and Swiss’ scent that’s washing over him.

If he’s dying, he can’t be purring…right?

“You ate cheese with Rain, didn’t you?” Swiss chuckles and Phantom gasps. How did he know?

He asks as much, whining, “How did you know?”

“Bug, I’ve been Topside for a while now,” he laughs. “If someone’s dying of a tummy ache they have most definitely eaten cheese with Rain. He’s a damn cheese monster and nobody but him can handle that.”

Phantom loses the fight and giggles at that, too, “He really is crazy about cheese.”

“Totally,” Swiss mutters into the back of his neck. He puts his big hands over the smaller ghoul’s stomach and spreads his fingers to cover as much space as possible. It’s not very hard to achieve with their size difference. He tunes into his fire part, then, and kicks up his heat.

This time Phantom can’t help but break out into a loud, rumbly purr.

“You’re not dying, you’ll be fine,” Swiss informs him. “Take advantage of your big hot water bottle boyfriend for a while and then we’ll get you something to drink and eat. Not cheese.”

“Keep Rain away from me,” the quintessence ghoul whines, but there’s a playful tone in it.

He’s fine.

“Sure, sure,” Swiss laughs, squeezing that little bit of fat on his belly. “I’ll protect you from the cheese monster, bug.”

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul

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the-colourful-witch · 1 month

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The All the Young Dudes book covers project

I've been working on this fun project in my time off from social media. It consists of three illustrations to use as book covers for All the Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 on Ao3. This book has been the foundation of my involvement in the fandom. It's the first fic I read about the Marauders and I loved it so much! I laughed, and I cried, it was a real rollercoaster. After making the cover for A Brief History of Dragons by Eyra, I caught the bug and started thinking of more covers to illustrate. I loved working on the first cover, but I didn't love doing it on my tablet. At heart, I am a traditional illustrator and for this kind of illustration, I felt paper might work better. So I got to work. I knew I wanted to make three covers. From what I've seen online most people bind their own copies of All the Young Dudes in three parts: Year 1-4, Year 5-7 and Until the End. Therefore, I made three covers. I have not yet digitalized these illustrations, but I'll turn them into downloadable covers for binders to use for their book projects. I am working on binding my own physical copies of AtYD too :) It's fun! Right, to the covers. There's so much to say!

Book One

This is the start of Remus' life at Hogwarts and his friendship with the other Marauders. I wanted it to feel a bit like reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone for the first time. It's the realisation that magic is real, it's that first spark you get when picking up a book you instantly connect with. That was the feeling I wanted to incorporate in this first cover. There are a bunch of little easter eggs for the story and I hope you'll pick them all out. Let me know in the comments what you think they are. Also, for this project, I studied the language of flowers. I am not sure if all my information is correct, but in this one, I put dandelions in the top corners. Dandelions represent new beginnings :)

Book Two

The second half of the Marauders' time at Hogwarts. This part is all about love and loyalty; something I liked a lot! It's also the time when the Marauders complete their animagus transformations. The animals had to be on the cover! That, I knew for sure. I went for a forest theme for this second cover, because of all the mischief the Marauders got up to in the Forbidden Forest during full moons. I used flower language here as well. For every Marauder I picked a flower I felt represented who they are. For Peter, at the top, I chose Bleeding Heart and Belladonna. Both of them represent betrayal and death. Nice and cheery :) For Sirius, on the Right, I chose Bluebell, which represents loyalty. For Remus, on the Left, I chose Acacia, which represents secret love or forbidden love, because he's hiding his sexuality for most of the book. But it's a love flower and in his core Remus is caring and loving, despite his rough edges. For James, on the bottom, I chose violets. And violets represent love at first sight. I know we all know why <3 I like this cover a lot. The picture is a bit grainy, but like I said, I'm still working on digitalising.

Book Three

Last but certainly not least. This book is about war, love and loss. It was definitely the most challenging piece out of the three, but worth the trouble. On this cover, I put Hogwarts at the top, because that's where it all started and where it ends. On the bottom, there's a prophecy, which is about Harry and Voldemort. There are a few gravestones at the bottom. Very cheerful, I know, but if you pay attention, you see a Deathly Hallows on one of them. On the sides are my favourite parts. I like the lily flower in the arms of death, because it's obvious, but also beautiful. I like the Death Eater on the other side because it's spooky. The snakes represent rebirth and Slytherin House, which is important to the story of the Second Wizarding War, connecting good and evil. Once again I put all the flowers in this piece, scattering them around because they're all interwoven in each other's stories. Finally, I want to say something about the three central images. In the first we see Remus as a child. He's alone and scared of the big scary wolf. The three images are a timeline. It represents Remus' relationship with the wolf in him. At first, he despises it and is scared of it. And finally, he stands with it, not quite embracing it, but he's not scared anymore. In the middle, I wanted to show Remus with his friends, because they banished his fear whenever they were together. With his friends, the wolf didn't control Remus and he could control the wolf. I hope it's all clear. I loved working on these pieces and I hope you like them too!

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woah-uhuh-uhuh-uhuh · 6 months

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haptic nerve blocking easter eggs

idk if these are obvious or not but I want to point them out so here you go!!! dont mind the self indulgence djsflkds

(also to everyone who rbed and or left nice tags. I love you. ;_; im going to happiness cry im in genuine SHOCK from the attention that it got in 1 night what the fuck literally what the absolute FUCK im going to explode. aaawuwuhfhfdh /pos ;____; )

SQUIP speech bubbles are based on 「Japanese quotation marks」 when I could finagle it

2. Michael's glasses, eyebrow, and pupil hidden in the girl sitting at the front! As well as his hair and headphones in the border.

On his left headphone, I used R instead of L because A) I flipped the panel after drawing it [as you can see from the alphabet lol] and B) I didn't want to use L and risk it looking like a speech bubble that says "L" lmao.. Later on page 5, I labeled Michael's headphones again hoping to prompt you to go back to this part in page 3 and look for his face OTL

Also as someone pointed out, Jenna and Brooke are in the left part of this panel, plus Rich in front of the alphabet (and in my mind, Jake partially covered by the speech bubble lol). And as many pointed out, you can see Michael's dialogue in the bottom of this panel too.

3. Vague silhouette of Michael's face in the border of page 3

4. In PE, the biggest yell in the background is "Get him!" implying they're telling Michael to get Jeremy or vice versa (because of course, everyone else can still see Michael).

(Also: the Michael progression of page 3 is kind of "oh, maybe he's ignoring me because the teacher's teaching?" to "come on dude this isn't funny... but I guess we're opponents and he's trying to score this goal...?" to "okay, everyone's slacking off right now including Jeremy so why isn't he responding, is he dead? Am *I* dead?!"

I imagine the final page is when Jeremy's walking out of school; Michael kind of realizes what's happening and tries to hold Jeremy still so he can't walk away again and so he has to acknowledge him. And throughout, the touches get progressively more personal from a tap on the shoulder, the back, grabbing arms, touching hair, and then a full body hug.)

5. Finally, as a stretch: in the last page, I omitted Jeremy's mouth partly because I couldn't draw a mouth that conveyed this emotion strongly enough (lol), but also as a bit of a reversal of Michael being "muted" by the squip - Jeremy is visually "muted" upon finally being forced to acknowledge him. It's a stretch because Jeremy literally talks in this panel lol (unless he's just thinking, I guess).

OK thats pretty much it bye sdlkfjdsfkdjsf

#posts #my art #i hope this is vaguely interesting and not entirely obvious jdslkfjdsklfjdsf

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linderbeegames · 4 months

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[ID: Title screen of Paradise Killer. Showing its name with the following characters behind the text. A man in a wide-brimmed hat and a long-sleeved shirt with a cut-out chest. A man with robotic arms and a pink mohawk. A woman with a gold headpiece resembling a halo. Woman pointing forward accusingly. A man made of gold with their arms outstretched. A woman with a streak of blue hair in a fun pose. A red skeleton wearing a white and gold blazer making a shocked face and holding sunglasses. There's also an island full of trees, and an ominous skull floating above it all.]

Basics

You wander around talking to people and finding clues.

You're investigating a murder! It's a closed-island mystery, so the suspects are limited

The characters are very distinct and enjoyable. Did you see that skeleton dude? He's cool as hell.

There were a couple of reveals that literally made me gasp, and even more that made me forget to breathe. It's so fun.

The world-building is so interesting and unique.

One of my favorite games of all time

Chillness (5/5)

No timers whatsoever

All I did was just walk everywhere and talk to everyone and I’m pretty sure I’ve got all there was to know

At the end you have to make a few choices that require you to draw your own conclusions, but I think it would be fine if you took wide gaps in between sessions because it takes good notes for you and it saves in checkpoints and is pretty obvious when you picked wrong

As far as I can tell there’s no consequences from saying literally anything to anyone. If you mess something up, you just start the conversation over again.

There's optional collectibles around where a couple of them needed careful platforming, but no actual clues needed any skill.

You might get a bit lost, but there's lots of landmarks.

Queerness (4/5)

You can be very gay. You can even flirt with a lady with a deer head!

Beauty (5/5)

It's a fun simple hyperwave style with 2-D NPCs that turn to face you in a slightly creepy way.

The character design is so cool; it made me want to keep staring at everyone forever.

I think if the textures were more detailed, it would be overwhelming. I wouldn't change a thing.

#paradise killer #mystery

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thegoldheartlocketandkey-blog · 2 months

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911 Spoilers Season 4: You’ve been warned. 😅 Buddie Rewatch

Episode 4: What’s You’re Grievance?

Who did it Pool Mystery: Eddie and Buck walking towards the crime scene together. They stand at the edge of the pool about 2 feet apart, looking down at the body. Eddie really observing from afar.

Chimney says excuse me as he passes in front of Buck. Buck being confused by the interaction and mentioning to Eddie that Chim is acting weird.

Eddie immediately asking, “How can you tell?”

At first glance I was confused as to why Buck thought the interaction was weird. If you really don’t think about it, it’s something that can be easily overlooked. But Buck is hyper aware of how Chim usually reacts with him. In those types a moment when Buck is in the way, Chim would throw a cheeky insult or make a joke to try and lighten the mood.

Buck eagerly pointing out that the gate was kicked in, assumed that was caused by the murderer. Athena pointing out that she was the one to kick that gate in. Eddie starts looking around and asks how did the murder get out if everything was locked before police arrived.

Eddie and Buck huddle together, starting to discuss theories regarding the possible mystery.

Eddie looking around the crime scene making note of the mail on the table, and how none of it was addressed to the victim. Buck walking over to Eddie as he vocalizes what Eddie was implying, that the victim was stealing mail. Buck providing the theory that she saw something she was not supposed to see and that is what got her killed.

Athena jokingly calls them, “Cagney and Lacey”, which is apparently a show from the 80’s about two female police officers, and tells them to wrap it up.

Chimney tells Maddie that she needs to tell Buck about the secret she recently revealed to him. She explains that she can’t because she promised her parents she would never. Chim points out that was an unfair secret for her parents to make her keep.

Maddie is at Buck’s telling him that she invited their parents over for a visit. Buck is completely confused by the decision, and tries to comprehend why she did it and understanding that she only told him last second, so that he couldn’t talk her out of it.

Buck makes it a point to say they are a united front, and she is not allowed to leave them alone with him.

Eddie walking up to the Kitchen, Bobby asks him about Buck’s whereabouts. Eddie tells them Buck is having an emergency therapy session, so he can ask about de-escalation techniques. This prompts Bobby to make a joke about Buck’s parents visiting is starting to sound like a hostage situation, causing Chimney to fumble and become noticeably awkward.

Hen asks what they think the parents are like. Then implying that Maddie and Buck are different and that there is an obvious story there. Chim reacts awkwardly again. Everyone looks confused as Chim starts to ramble. Eddie in particular, has his arms crossed, attention fully on Chimney and a face that just screams, please elaborate further. Chim runs off and Eddie is the first to vocalize, if they even want to know what that situation was about. Both Bobby and Hen say no, but Eddie responds with a reluctant “Kay.”

Eddie obviously wanted the chisme, but accepted that he was not going to get it.

Buck had brought over a lot of alcohol to Maddie and Chim’s place. Really focused on the tequila bottle and he described all the options. Turns out Chimney specifically requested those bottles. Dude was stressed.

Buck being a bit uptight, had apparently told Albert, he wasn’t allowed to wear jeans and instructing him to turn on the oven to bake bread. This caught Maddie off guard and prompts her to ask when he started baking.

The moment is interrupted when they hear a knock at the door. The energy in the room shifts and Buck takes a deep breath before Maddie opens the door to her parents, who seem to be carrying a lot of gifts.

Buck slowly approaches his parents and stands near Maddie. Very awkward greeting and when Albert addressed Buck as “Buck,” Mom is quick to make a comment, in a judgy tone, about the nickname.

Buck making light of the moment and telling her that it is just a nickname.

Maddie and Buck reassuring themselves that they are a united front and pinky promising at the same time.

Maddie and Buck are sitting near each other as their parent’s are across from them on the couch. They are having small talk about the weather. Everyone looks uncomfortable.

Mom is really quick to comment about “Maddie’s condition” it’s in the same judgy tone as before. Buck, looking down and smiling. Mom continuing to add small digs. Buck jumping in to defend Maddie.

Dad joining in and making a small dig towards Maddie, then quickly asking Buck about therapy.

Buck being slightly taken back by learning Maddie revealed that to their parents. He proceeds to justify going to therapy because of the job and how it is beneficial.

Maddie and Buck being surprised by the news that their parents have seen a therapist. There is a slight shift in how Maddie and Buck are sitting, they kind of perk up at the news. Up until they revealed they went to a therapist to talk about Maddie’s problems. And justifying the comment by stating Maddie didn’t reach out to them about the problem, they had to hear about Doug dying because thru Buck.

Buck revealing, he only told them so that they didn’t hear the news from date line. Buck and Maddie are slouched, they look exhausted. Chim and Albert cutting in as a distraction, offering to bring stuff back into the kitchen. Buck offering to clean up too.

As soon as Buck gets up and heads to the kitchen, mom comments about how she thinks Buck is doing fine. Maddie telling her that Buck is good at seeming fine.

Ex-employee Bomb threat: Eddie is instructed on handling electrical. Buck is instructed on shutting off gas.

Eddie is inside the building; he has shut off the power and announces over radio that there is apparently a janitor in distress. Chimney is sent in to help.

Bomb squad shows up. Eddie is going up the stairs, hasn’t found the janitor. Chim and Eddie head in separate directions.

Chim finds the janitor and quickly realizes that he is the bomber. At this exact moment Bobby calls on the radio, asking for Chim and Eddie to evacuate, Bomb Squad is ready to enter. Buck is next to Bobby looking concerned when there isn’t an immediate response.

Eddie calling for Chimney, asking if he didn’t hear his radio and reiterating that bomb squad is moving in. Eddie’s tone is angry, he offers to help move the patient. Chimney stops Eddie from moving any closer.

Eddie pauses and looks closely at the situation, he realizes that Chim found the bomber and makes a run for it. Letting Chim know that he is now aware of the situation and will be letting Bobby know.

Eddie runs out of the building, screaming wait repeatedly. He lets every one know that Chimney is with the bomber. It cuts to Buck’s concerned reaction.

Chimney is trying to talk the bomber down. Outside, Buck and Bobby attempt to keep bomb squad from moving in, until they know more about Chim’s safety. Eddie, out of breath and hands over his head explains what he saw, Buck standing next to him, concentrating on every word. Buck not understanding why Chim wouldn’t just run off.

Chimney has apparently revealed the big family secret to this Bomber. The Bomber is shocked by the secret and trying to comprehend how a family could hide that information from him.

Eddie is explaining to Buck that he didn’t know what to say in that moment. It wasn’t like he could ask what kind of device he was he holding, that it just felt like Chim really wanted Eddie to get out of there.

Buck proceeds to start explaining the function of different types of detonators, Bobby cuts him off, explaining they know the difference.

Eddie suggests that Chim is trying to talk him down. Buck asks, “What do you think they are talking about?” Having no idea, they are talking about him.

The Bomber noticing Buck’s jacket and calling out to him. Chimney becoming panicked and trying to get the Bomber to quiet down. Buck is confused at the interaction, especially when the bomber just starts making this obscure comments.

Buck is in the locker room, oblivious. As Hen makes the realization that Chim has been acting weird because what ever he knows is related to Buck.

Buck at the table, looking down at his food, fidgeting as his mom and dad comment about the rescue and their dangerous jobs. His dad making a comment about how he’s heard about all the times “Evan” has been in the hospital.

Buck looks up at this moment and points out how he’s only heard of him being in the hospital, but never being there to visit him. His mom trying to justify not visiting, because they are not good with hospitals.

Buck repeating back the line, amplifying how ridiculous the statement sounds. Mom becomes defensive, starts to whine about how Buck does not know. Maddie trying to get her mom to stop. Buck looking over at both of them, mom collects herself and starts to calm down. They attempt to change the subject.

Dad asks about a box they brought with them. Chimney goes over to the living room to grab it. Their mother takes the moment to make a back handed compliment about liking Howard. Buck is quick to tell his mother, she is being rude.

Mom starts to whine about not understanding what she did wrong.

Turns out to be a box filled with items from Maddie’s childhood. It’s a sweet moment until Buck asks if he’s going to get his box. There is an awkward pause, and he know he doesn’t have a box. He’s visibly disappointed.

The moment starts to feel sweet, up until mom begins to say too much.

Mom’s overall tone pisses me off easily. It’s slightly judgy in nature. The whining that sounds like she might just cry, really irks me. The comments she make do not initially sound bad, but when you pause to think about it, they are always back handed. The father makes the same kind of comments, his tone is also judgy, just not whiney. They just keeping making these small little jabs.

Buck interrupting his mom’s comments. Maddie trying to stop him from making a scene, Buck looking up at Maddie, fuming. His eyes piercing over at her as he reminds her of their united front.

Buck calling out his parents for not going to Maddie’s wedding. Mom trying to justify not going because Maddie was making a mistake. Buck telling her that is a terrible excuse and that you don’t just give up on her like that.

Mom and dad again try to justify being absent I Maddie’s life, and if they had known she was getting hurt, they would have been present. Tried to stop it.

Buck is angry, he explains that they should have known, they lived in the same city. If they made an attempt to be apart of her life, they would have known.

Buck can’t hold back, he starts yelling at his parents about how absent they were/are. Maddie is attempting to hold back tears as Buck stands up and explain why he is in therapy. He expresses how he’s always felt like a constant disappointment. Dad is sitting there quietly listening as Mom is at the verge of tears.

“I have, walked, through fire every single day of my life because of you.”

Dad and mom instead of listening and processing what was just said to them and try to shift the blame back over on to Buck and Maddie.

Maddie tears in her eyes argues back against that sentiment, repeating they where just kids.

“Evan, I don’t know what you expected us to do!” (This moment makes me so angry on behalf of Buck and Maddie. The way mom tries to act like the victim, it’s infuriating)

Buck pauses and looks down at his mother. His face reading the hurt he feels as he says, “Love me anyway.” That cry for help hurt me so much. Especially as he walked away.

Buck aggressively punching a punching bag as Eddie stands to the side watching him. Buck punching harder as he tells Eddie about the night. Buck is angry walking around expressing how he felt like he was 12 again. Eddie leaning against the pillar, quietly focused on Buck, taking the information in.

Eddie quick to tell Buck he doesn’t need to apologize. Buck pauses to look at Eddie a bit confused by the comment. Eddie proceeding to ask why would he apologize, if everything he said was true. Eddie expressing that yeah, he could have used a different tone, but if that’s how they made him feel, he has every right to feel that way and vocalize that.

Buck tries to dismiss Eddie’s comment, stating he doesn’t need any more therapy and starts punching the bag again.

Eddie reaches out and grabs the bag, stopping Buck from throwing another punch when Buck vocalizes that all he wants to do is hit things, After Eddie has Buck’s full attention, he reminds Buck, that he went thru a similar phase and that he doesn’t recommend it. He looks at Buck in in the eyes as he states that.

Buck is still upset, but is distracted momentarily by Maddie calling his phone. This call causes Buck to aggressively kick the punching bag. Eddie walks away as he sarcastically makes a comment about not understanding why Maddie would be worried.

Buck sits down and starts to catch his breath.

Buck and Maddie talking about how the dinner went. Buck expresses that he is embarrassed about the way he went off on his parents. Maddie stating that he didn’t need to defend her, that she could handle it herself.

Buck points out that she shouldn’t have to, especially not from her own parents. Buck apologizes to Maddie.

Maddie making it a point to tell Buck he is not a disappointment.

Buck pulls out the baby box his parent’s gifted Maddie, expressing that he didn’t realize their parents could be so sentimental. Maddie reminiscing about how their parents were once different, even happier. Buck finding that hard to believe.

Buck finds a photo of what he believes his him. As he looks closer at the photo, he notices an issue with the year it was labeled, and how he wasn’t born yet. Maddie zoning out, before dropping the bomb that they had a brother named Daniel, who died. Buck looking confused and trying to process what Maddie just said

#buddie #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #buck x eddie #911 spoilers #911 show #maddie x chimney #911 chimney #evan buckley #maddie buckley #911 rewatch

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kissorkill15 · 21 days

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Mother and Father: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: 1 of each time where Nicky accidentally called Theodore and Diane "Mom" and "Dad". (And he didn't even realize it)

Diane had woken up at about 4:38 in the morning, and her throat felt a little dry, so she got up to get some water. As she drank her water, she heard a crying noise coming from outside.

"Who could be crying?", she asked herself. She put on her slippers and stepped outside, she looked everywhere to see where the crying was coming from, and she wasn't ready for what she saw next.

Nicky was lying on their lawn, curled up into a ball, and sniffling. The young man was staying with them as his parents were on a business trip, and Diane was silently questioning why he was on their lawn.

"Nicky?"

"I'm sorry, Bubba, I don't mean to wander.", cried Nicky.

"Who's Bubba?", she whispered. Either way, it was obvious that Nicky was having a nightmare. She didn't want to wake him up, but she also didn't want to leave the poor baby sleeping on their lawn. She gently tried to wrap her arms around his small frame, and when she had him in her arms, she carried him back inside, wiping away the tears that fell from his sleepy eyes.

"It's alright, Nicky. It's just a dream. You're okay. Everything's going to be alright. Just go to sleep, dream better dreams."

Nicky seemed to calm down.

"You'll be alright. I've got you. I'll comfort you through your nightmares."

"Okay, Mama."

Diane's eyes widened when he said that. The neighbor's kid just called her "Mama". She smiled. She loved being a mother, and she loved comforting her beautiful children through their nightmares, and Nicky just made her heart swell with so much happiness.

Diane settled him back in his sleeping bag in Aaron's room and tucked him in. She gave him a light kiss on his forehead and left to go back to bed.

About a few weeks later, Nicky's parents returned from their business trip, and Nicky was back at home. He was just playing Doom Eternal with Aaron, when they got bored a few hours later.

"I'm bored, dude.", said Aaron.

"Me too.", replied Nicky.

"My dad's making pork chop sandwiches for lunch.", Aaron got up from the couch, "Do you want to come over?"

"Pork chop sandwiches? Sounds good. I might come over, I am getting a little hungry."

"Cool."

The boys went across the street, and they saw Mr. Peterson in the kitchen. He was just chopping away at some raw meat, his apron all stained with animal blood. He almost looked like he killed someone. Nicky nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Hello, boys.", said Mr. Peterson. "Lunch might be a little late, so I think there's some leftover pot roast in the fridge."

"Thanks, Dad.", said Aaron. He turned to Nicky. "I gotta pee, I'll be right back."

Nicky nodded and Aaron left for the bathroom.

"Nicholas, would you like to help me with lunch?"

Nicky absolutely did not want to help him make lunch. He didn't want to touch raw meat, and he for sure didn't want to touch blood. But, as to not be rude, he nodded.

"Great, just put the meat in the bowl so I can season it."

A few minutes into this, Nicky tried not to get disgusted by the meat, but it just felt so gross. He turned to get some more chopped up meat, but his eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw how bloody it was, and how Mr. Peterson chopped it like a 17th Century beheading.

"Are you alright, Nicky?"

"Huh?", Nicky snapped back to reality. "Yeah, I'm doing just fine.", he said. He wished Aaron would just come back from the bathroom already.

He resumed putting meat in the bowl, and tried to take his eyes off the horrific scene. But of course, life had other plans.

He went to get some more meat, but Mr. Peterson accidentally sliced his pointer finger and middle finger open. A large cut formed on both fingers, and blood spilled on the pork chops.

Nicky felt like throwing up. Everything in his stomach felt like coming back up. He immediately ran to the trash can and threw up all of what he had for breakfast this morning.

"JESUS CHRIST! Nicky, are you alright?!", Mr. Peterson said in shock.

"I'm perfectly not fine-", Nicky threw up again.

Once Nicky finished throwing up, Mr. Peterson took him to the sink, and helped him rinse his mouth out.

"You're alright, Nicholas. I didn't know this sort of thing made you uncomfortable."

"It's fine.

"Listen,...", said Mr. Peterson, "How about I just make you a salad for lunch? No gross blood or raw meat involved.", Nicky nodded at that.

"I was considering becoming a vegetarian after that happened anyway.", said Nicky. "Thanks, Dad."

Mr. Peterson was not expecting that. Did Nicholas see him as a father figure? He didn't hate it, he was just surprised.

"How about you just go sit down. I'll call you kids when lunch is ready."

"Okay, Mr. Peterson."

Mr. Peterson felt a little disappointed that Nicky didn't call him "Dad" again, but he took his mind off of it by continuing with chopping meat.

#hello neighbor #theodore peterson #diane peterson #aaron peterson #mya peterson #nicky roth #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic

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lightupthemoon · 2 years

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The Effect You Got on Me (Part 1)

Part I: I know better than to call you mine

PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Summary: After having a hard time dealing with a breakup, your friend Kate suggests hooking up with someone else to get your ex out of your system. What happens when, one thing leads to another, and you end up in her bed?

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader.

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. This one, honestly, is just smut.

Word count: 3.7 K

Read on AO3

Author's note: Phew. This one was supposed to be something short and fun but it got away from me quite quickly, tbh. This is loosely based on a few songs I love, this part specifically on Plot Twist by Marc E. Bassy (Feat. Hailee Steinfeld) and Let's Fall In Love For The Night by FINNEAS. I don't know how many more parts there will be, but there will be more. This is entirely self-indulgent, but let me know what you think. Enjoy!

If anyone had told you three months ago that you’d be in the position you were at that moment, pressed against a wall while Kate Bishop made quick work of getting rid of your pants, you would have called them a liar. Honestly, even when you could feel everything she was doing burning in the deepest part of your core, you still weren’t entirely sure it was really happening.

It all started when your on-again-off-again girlfriend Sharon broke up with you for the hundredth time. Your friends were not fond of her and listening to America's rant on why Sharon Carter was bad news seemed like the last thing you wanted to do after getting your heart broken. If anything, the first order of business was to wallow in self-pity and cry.

The only one of your friends that wouldn't call your shit on how toxic your relationship had gotten was Kate Bishop. Sure, that only meant you weren't that close but she was funny and easy to talk to. Without even thinking too much about it, you found yourself at her door and she took you in without hesitation. With concern written all over her face, Kate made you tea, listened to every teary word that came out of your mouth, and ultimately fell asleep with you, holding you in her arms only because you asked her not to leave you alone.

From that day forward, you became inseparable. Your every day became filled with rants about Kate’s various eccentric interests as you tagged along to her practices, and your endless thoughts on your relationship with Sharon that nobody else would listen to as she walked you to class and back to your dorm. Kate never judged you. She listened attentively, and only ever gave her advice when you asked for it.

That’s how you ended up there, really. Midterms were well underway and you were stressed out of your mind. You only wanted to study and do well in your exams–the last thing you needed was to run into Sharon on your way to the library, shamelessly flirting with some dude you recognize from her English class. She was pulling all of the tricks she used to charm her way into your heart once upon a time and it made your blood boil, how meaningless your two-year relationship seemed to be for her. In an attempt to lighten your sour mood, you texted Kate to meet you after classes at your hideout, a small diner off-campus that you always went to for burgers and strawberry milkshakes.

It was a stupid comment, a fleeting idea that came flying right out of Kate’s mouth, like most of her thoughts, when you asked how to forget about Sharon once and for all.

"Hook up with someone else," She said with a certain nonchalance as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. " Cleanse your palate and get her out of your system."

You scoffed, squirting ketchup on the corner of your plate to dip your fries. "Yeah, right. Not all of us are proficient at picking up chicks like you are, Bishop. Be serious."

"I am being serious!" She exclaimed, before taking a sip from her strawberry milkshake. "That’s exactly what she’s doing. Why can't you?"

"God, no, I couldn't," you chuckled, watching Kate scrunch up her nose as she picked out the pickles on her burger and set them apart. "Call me old-fashioned but I need to have some sort of connection with someone to even think of being physical with them. I wouldn't even know where to begin."

"Well, do it with a friend, then," Kate shrugged, stealing one of your fries. "Someone you know but isn't close enough to make things awkward."

You almost choked on your drink. "Sounds like you've done it before."

"A gentlewoman doesn't kiss and tell."

You rolled your eyes at the idea at the time but she planted a seed in your brain. You kept running into Sharon and her endless prospects everywhere and it angered you, how easily she could throw away what you had without a second thought while you were still mopping around about it. Kate was right—you needed to get her out of your system.

Naturally, you thought about the options. Peter was far too innocent, he'd blush at the mention of it. America would not have it, she'd tell you to suck it up and learn to cope with your emotions as a good best friend would do. Yelena wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole. You could almost hear her saying "that's a Kate Bishop kind of thing. Ask her." and the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

It had been her idea, after all.

One evening when things had gotten a bit too stressful and you couldn’t handle it anymore, you showed up at Kate’s door, a bit of liquid courage running through your veins, and told her she was right. You looked at her with your pleading eyes, pressed your body against her, and asked her to take you, to fuck you so good you’d forget Sharon’s name. You left a kiss near the corner of her mouth and Kate was sure that, had it been anyone else, she would have said no.

It was the sort of thing she avoided, the kind of thing that could potentially come back to bite her in the ass.

However, she couldn’t say she hadn’t wondered what it would be like to be with you.

You were there for the taking and she was weak.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Does it look like I'm not?"

Kate smirked at your response and pressed her lips against yours, pushing you more against the wall behind you and slipping her hands up your shirt. Your lips parted open at the cold touch of her calloused fingers against your warm skin, and her tongue made its way into your mouth. She swallowed the moan that escaped your throat, your fingers disappearing in strands of black hair as you pulled her closer.

"I'm just making sure," the archer muttered when she drew back, only to move her mouth to your jaw and make her way down to your neck in sloppy kisses. "'cause we can still stop."

Stopping seemed well beyond the realm of possibility while she sucked and nibbled on your skin. You breathed out a laugh as Kate relished the little whimpers that escaped your lips every time her teeth graced a sensitive spot, swiping her tongue to soothe the skin of every little mark she left behind. "What? Are you all talk and no game, Bishop?"

You felt her hum happily against your skin. A moment later, however, she pulled back and gave you one last questioning look. You held her dizzying gaze for a moment, hoping your eyes conveyed the desire you felt all over your body, chewing on your bottom lip out of nerves.

"Oh, honey, just remember you asked for it." Kate licked her lips in anticipation. "Take off your shirt."

You knew in every single one of your bones that it was a bad idea. She was your friend–you shouldn't cross that line. But while she looked at you like that, you couldn't seem to care.

The stormy waters in her eyes fell to the swell of your breasts as your shirt fell to the floor and the evident lust in her gaze made you tremble. She lost no time in pulling you back into her, unclasping your bra in one swift motion and throwing it across the room. One of her hands returned to your waist and flushed your bodies together, taking one of your nipples with her plush lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw fell ajar at the sensation, the pleasure so sudden you didn't know what to do with your hands. You settled on placing them on her hips.

"Fuck, that's good," the words slipped out of your mouth in a whiny whisper, throwing your head back onto the wall. "So, so good."

"Yeah, baby?" She answered in a low voice that sent jolts of electricity down to your core, her lips leaving one breast in favor of the other. "I'm just getting started."

Your grip on her hips tightened as she lightly touched your sensitive bud with the edge of her teeth, her free hand finding your neglected breast with a gentle squeeze. Each of her fingertips graced your nipple, drawing small circles with the pad of her thumb. A stream of profanities tumbled out of your throat without meaning to, said in heavy breaths and unfiltered moans that only encouraged Kate to continue.

You whimpered out her name and her mouth took over yours for a messy kiss that tasted as the peppermint tea left forgotten on her coffee table. The smell of her perfume invaded your senses, a mix of lavender and musk, intoxicating in a way you couldn't begin to explain, her hands now tracing the skin of your stomach.

“God, you look so good like this,” she breathed out, her hands ghosting over your bare torso while she eyed you with want coming out of her pores. “Bet you make the prettiest little sounds when you come.” Her hands landed on your ass and you let out an almost imperceptible gasp, so unbelievably turned on your legs were about to give out.

She must have noticed because she said, "Let's take this upstairs,” before she wrapped both her arms around your waist. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around her and couldn’t contain the filthy whines that escaped you when you felt her still covered abs pressed against your drenched core. A knowing laugh bubbled out of Kate as she carried you up the stairs to her bed as if you were made of feathers.

The archer settled you down and, with her eyes fixated on you, she lifted off her shirt and dropped it to the floor, snatching the air right out of your lungs in the process. You knew how diligent she was with her workout routine but somehow it never occurred to you how absolutely jacked she would be. Now that you knew, you wanted nothing else but to run your tongue over every single one of her muscles.

“Can I take these off?” She asked seductively, hovering over you and sliding her fingers at both sides of your underwear. Unable to speak, you nodded frantically, already at her mercy. She discarded your panties with a smirk back on her face.

“You’re so wet already,” she cooed, spreading your legs open and pressing a kiss to your right thigh. “Bet you’re dying for me to touch you, aren’t you, baby girl?” her lips found your left thigh, near where you needed her most but not quite close enough and your hips buckled involuntarily, searching for friction. Her smirk only grew. “I’m gonna make you feel so good the only thing you'll remember is my name.”

Whatever you wanted to say in response died in the back of your throat as your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt her slender fingers finally slide through your slit, your breathing picking up immediately. A low fuck escaped Kate, her exploring movements on your clit unhurried and torturous as her lips found their way back to your neck. Your moans were loud and unreserved, the burning in your core so intense you knew you wouldn't last too long.

“Please, Kate, faster,” you whined. Her blown pupils held your own, a glint of something you couldn’t quite pinpoint in them. She picked up her pace and your hands reached for her, searching for something to hold on to.

You pulled her face back down into you, your tongues meeting halfway in an open-mouthed kiss that sent electric waves all through your body. Those waves only intensified when she finally slid two fingers inside you and thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. You threw your head back into the pillow, unable to focus on anything but how your hips desperately started following the same pattern as Kate's fingers.

"Fuck, just like that," you blurted out as you could. "God, you feel so good."

She hummed in satisfaction, circling your clit with her thumb and curling her fingers inside you, hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. Your neck was covered in love bites and you were sure the skin underneath the back of Kate's sports bra was probably raised and swollen with how hard you kept dragging your nails through her back. She added a third finger and the stretch it was giving you was so good, so intense, you knew you'd topple over the edge at any second. Kate knew it, too.

“Do you wanna come, baby girl?” Her hot breath hit your ear and it made you shudder. Your mind a floaty mess unable to form coherent thoughts, you nodded. Kate shook her head in disapproval, nibbling on your earlobe before she said, “Imma need you to say it, Y/N.”

You inhaled sharply, trying to regain any sort of control to answer her. “Kate,” was all you managed to whisper between whines and she moved back, eyeing you amused.

“What do you need, Y/N? Tell me.”

“I–I…” You stuttered out and her fingers slowed down just a bit, making you grunt in frustration. That was the opposite of what you wanted.

She smiled. “Just say it, baby, and I’ll give it to you.”

You took another shaky breath and your eyes met Kate’s. You melted. “Please, Kate, please, make me come. I wanna come for you, please," you pleaded pitifully and on any other occasion, you have hated the sound of those words out of your mouth. But right then, you would have begged on your knees if necessary.

"Well, who am I to say no to that?" She replied with arrogance in her voice, gracing the side of your neck with her teeth. "Come for me, gorgeous."

The rhythm of her fingers increased ruthlessly and her attention on your clit dangled on the edge of just perfect and too much. The scent of sweat and sex that filled the room inebriated your senses to the point that you almost didn't notice Kate's moans mixing with yours. That was all it took for you to finally reach the highest point of ecstasy. The waves of pleasure hit you so hard you were no longer in control of your body, coming undone on her fingers as she gave you something to clench on to ride your high as long as you could. Kate peppered featherlight kisses on all the skin in her reach, slowing down the movements of her fingers as you come back down from your haze.

How was it humanly possible to feel that good?

Kate bracketed you with a hand on each side of your head, caging you in with her body. While she waited for your breathing to slow down, she continued with the featherlight kisses on either side of your neck and trailed upward, from your jaw to each cheek, until she landed on your lips. You returned the kiss, bringing up one of your hands to the back of her neck.

"So I was right," Kate whispered when your breathing returned to normal, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye.

You still weren’t sure you remembered how to speak. "About?"

"You do make the prettiest little sounds when you come," she replied with a smug grin on her face. "Kinda wanna hear it again."

You shuddered, the heat immediately returning to you at the mere thought of what she was capable of doing to you and, even just barely out of a powerful orgasm, how badly you wanted it again. You swallowed the lump in your throat and ran your nails down Kate's back, making her close her eyes for a moment at the contact. You could almost swear she shivered, too. She inadvertently ran her tongue across the pink of her lips and you sighed, wanting it back in your mouth.

"Not so fast, Bishop," You muttered, bringing your hand down to meet the other on her back. She raised an eyebrow and before she could ask what you meant, you swiftly flipped your positions, landing on top of her. Kate gasped, delighted. "It's my turn now."

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As dramatic as it sounds, by the end of the night you were sure you would never be the same again.

Kate knew where to touch, what to say, what buttons to press to leave you begging for more, even when she pushed you over the edge more times than anyone ever had in one night. However, none of that beat the way her face contorted and your name tumbled out of her lips when you made her come. You were sure your name would never sound as good as it did as she squirmed and trembled with your mouth on her clit and your fingers deep within. You took a deep breath, your stomach filled with butterflies.

Sprawled out on the mattress trying to recover your strength after quite literally the best sex of your life, the fog in your mind started to dissipate and as much as you didn't want to think about it, the realization of what you had done came crashing down with a vengeance.

You had slept with Kate Bishop, the friend that made you tea and responded to your whiny rants about your crappy love life with pictures of her dog to make you smile. Not only that, but you had slept with Kate Bishop, the girl everyone wanted and no ever got to keep. All the stories ended the same way–Kate would give all the girls she fucked the night of their lives only to walk away without a second glance as soon as she was done.

Now that you were another name on her list, how could things remain the same?

Had your inability to deal with your emotions just cost you a friend?

"I haven't gone grocery shopping yet this week because I've been swamped with homework and practice but I found a granola bar so we're gonna have to share," Kate's voice coming up the stairs snapped you out of your thoughts, handing you a bottle of water and half the bar. She was now wearing the same shirt from earlier and a fresh pair of black underwear. "I thought I had some Mac N Cheese somewhere but I suppose Lena ate it all last time she was here."

"Thanks," you mumbled absentmindedly, your mind running a thousand miles per hour. Kate hummed in acknowledgment, walking towards her dresser.

"It's quite late but there's a pizza place nearby that has 24-hour delivery," Kate continued as she looked through some drawers, pulling various clothes out. "It's not the best but desperate times, right?" She looked back at you with a soft smile, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion right after at the troubled expression on your face. "You okay there?"

You exhaled heavily, looking down at the snack in your hands.

"Don't worry about it, Kate," you spoke, your voice hoarse and strained from all the screaming you did. You cleared your throat. "Just give me a few minutes to regain my strength and I'll get out of your hair."

The crease in her eyebrows deepened. "Don't be ridiculous, it's late."

"Come on, Bishop, I know you–"

"Relax, it's not like you haven't slept over before," the archer interrupted you, brushing it off as she walked back to the bed. "It's okay."

"But Kate–"

"Here," Kate ignored you, handing you the clothes in her hand. "Wear this. It's comfy."

You pulled the sheets over your bare body and rested your back on the headboard, giving her another questioning glance. "Seriously, Kate, I don't wanna fuck with your flow or anything and I'm sure America is wondering where I am."

Kate chuckled, shaking her head and sitting by the edge of the bed. "Y/N, I promise it's fine. We are friends, there's no reason for things to be awkward." She gave you a reassuring smile and you saw it again, that glint in her eyes you couldn't pinpoint. It made the blue, green, and silver tones in her eyes pop like water in a lake on a summer day. You wanted to drown in them. "And I texted Mer a bit ago to tell her you were here so you're all covered. Now eat that snack and drink your water, I'm sure you need it. That was…" She paused. Earth-shattering? Mind-blowing? Life-changing? "Intense."

You felt a flush take over your face, a nervous laugh stumbling out of your teeth. "Sure was. I thought all those girls were just hyping you up but damn, fifteen out of ten. Excellent service." You cursed yourself mentally as soon as you heard the words you said. Of all things you could say, that's what you went with?

Luckily, Kate laughed. "You're welcome, I guess? You weren't so bad yourself. I'll give you a twelve out of ten."

You gasped, feigning offense. "twelve?! I gave you a fifteen!"

"As you should."

You lightly pushed her shoulder, and she giggled, the sound melodious in a way you never heard it before. "You're a jerk."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Kate brushed you off with a grin, getting up from the bed. "I'll go order that pizza," she pointed at you with her index finger. "Eat and drink your water. I'll be right back."

You watched her walk down the stairs with a bit of anxiety leaving your head. Maybe things would remain the same. So what if you knew what she looked like naked and the way she tasted? You weren't in love with her. It was a one-time thing. You could carry on with being friends and never speak of it again.

You nodded, determined, pulling the purple shirt Kate gave you over your head, the sweet scent of lavender and musk engulfing you again. You inhaled, a little smile tugging on the corners of your mouth.

Everything would be just fine.

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Let’s have ‘that’ conversation...

Is it possible, that Mike and Will lost touch because they’re supposed to be like ‘brothers’ now, but are both just not at all comfortable with this concept?

To be fair, it’s quite common for really close friends to start giving each other familial labels when they get to a certain level of closeness, bordering on found family?

‘Brothers’ for close guy friends, ‘sisters’ for close girl friends, or a mix of something along those lines? People do this especially when they want to make clear to others (or each other) that they are purely platonic, but still have a really strong bond that makes them just as unique as those with a romantic one.

“You’re like a brother to me!”

“She’s like a little sister to me!”

Mike and Will could have arguably already reached this level of closeness a long time ago, qualifying them to refer to each other as brothers, if they wanted to I mean.

And yet, here they are in season 4, quite literally childhood best friends turned brothers, the perfect opportunity for them to cement their platonic bond in a deeper way, and yet neither one of them is celebrating it, let alone acknowledging it.

Still, we saw how Will and Jonathon referred to El as their sister/step-sister, with Will even referring to Joyce as simply “mom” when mentioning her in a conversation to El. It’s clear the Byers see El as being a part of their immediate family now. And since El is dating Mike, that technically makes Mike and Will on track to be brothers at some point.

But instead of either of them being like, “Dude we’re not just bros anymore, we’re literal brothers now!”, (which, you would think this is how two platonic bff’s, soon to be brothers, would react), they have become strangers.

Will struggles to reach out to Mike because he feels like he’s coming off as desperate, seeing as it appears he’s probably the one initiating all their interactions now. Mike struggles to reach out to Will because he feels like all of the things he used to do with Will, things he used to be the one to initiate, are inappropriate for him to initiate now.

Something that seemed sort of obvious, but that I haven’t seen a lot of discourse on, is a very specific parallel between Mike and El’s relationship with Mike and Will’s.

There were a couple occasions in season 2, where we saw Mike putting his arm around Will’s shoulder and walking with him. It’s likely that when Will returned after going missing in s1, Mike got super protective of him. But for all we know, this sort of action between them could have been commonplace pre-season 1.

The only way for the audience to determine how Mike and Will view their peak friendship, is presumably how they were around each other in season 2 (and pre season 1 respectfully, assuming it’s not that much different).

This is because season 2 is the only season we see Mike and Will interacting without El around. This is also a time when Mike and Will (but especially Mike) are making the effort to be around each other as much as best friends tend to, which contrasts greatly from what they (but especially Mike) are like now.

I think up until season 3, Mike was able to separate his feelings about his relationship with El and his feelings about his relationship with Will entirely, only for it to become extremely difficult to juggle the both of them once those relationships became present in his life simultaneously.

Now, in season 4, we’re seeing Mike not be able to even properly hug Will, visibly holding himself back. And within the next few moments, he’s turning away from Will, wrapping his arm around El’s shoulder, like, “YEAH! SO, AWKWARD!”, and walking away.

There is an obvious parallel happening here and it does sort of gives insight into Mike’s psyche, at least to me.

Because while the audience is more focused on Will’s longing glances at Mike when he’s not looking, they’re overlooking the way that both of them are acting weird. Mike even more so than Will.

In the past, Mike had no problem with hugging Will or quite literally putting his arm around his shoulder, like he’s now doing in the present with El, as a romantic gesture from bf to gf, and ironically with Will, the ex-best friend watching reminiscently in the background.

And don’t get me wrong, basic interactions between Mike and Will, like simply writing each other, gifting each other artwork, hugging during a reunion, or talking on the phone more than a couple times a year, do not have to be anything other than platonic, assuming they in fact are. But Mike slowly but surely attributing all these casual things they used to do as best friends, as reserved for El now, feels important. Now even more so after Will and El have become immediate family. And even more more so knowing that Mike is struggling with telling El, his girlfriend, that he loves her.

Like let’s be real for a second. Is it even a stretch at this point to assume there is a definite correlation between Mike being weird around Will, unable to do things they used to do as best friends + Mike being unable to tell El he loves her..? It’s almost like he feels like he’s betraying his gf, who he doesn’t want to hurt, by initiating these not-so-platonic gestures with Will, while simultaneously feeling like he’s betraying the person he truly loves by saying it to said gf, with whom he’s come to realize, he doesn’t in fact love.

Though, on the contrary, when it comes to Will, I don’t think he see’s these interactions with Mike as inherently romantic, even despite his crush. Like yeah, he probably senses really deep down that it’s possible Mike returns his feelings (because he does...), but more than anything Will is filled with doubt and shame from the fact he still has feelings for Mike, who also happens to be his new sister’s bf. And to Will, all these feelings are just not worth losing Mike over. So I do think he just sees these interactions they used to do as ‘best friends things’, which is why he wants them to continue doing them.

A lot of fans from all sides are sort of convinced that Will’s painting to Mike is purely romantic, and while I agree it is to an extent, I don’t think that is the main intention on Will’s end. After all, we’re fairly certain what he painted is the day they first met and became friends, which Will knows was really important to Mike, because he told him so (”The best thing I’ve ever done”, Mike’s words not mine!).

Will also apparently gifted a lot of drawings to Mike pre-season 1, because we saw Mike reminiscing through a book worth of them when he thought Will was dead after they found his ‘body’.

Hell, it appears that even in season 4 Mike still has some of these drawings, presumably drawn by a 12 year old Will, hanging up in his room and basement. So this is a gesture among the many that was always present for them. It’s clearly something they both were comfortable enough being commonplace in their relationship. Well, at least before things got complicated.

Because maybe, Mike’s change in behavior in regards to these gestures, is what proves they might have never been so platonic to him in the first place, similarly to how many viewers have come to accept that it wasn’t entirely platonic to Will either.

And yet still, I think Will contrasts greatly from Mike here because his intentions were friendship based when it came to the painting and all the other interactions. For all we know, he wouldn’t let El see the painting while he was doing it because he didn’t want her to spoil the surprise, which as we saw, ended up happening anyways.

I mean, Will was going to give Mike the painting at the airport in front of everyone, including El? So it’s very likely he didn’t see it as being inherently romantic before, nor even after he changed his mind about showing it to Mike.

His frustration with Mike sounded more so rooted in his discomfort with the fact that they’re not best friends anymore, not at the fact that Mike doesn’t return his feelings. Because no matter what, Will wants them to be best friends more than anything, especially if a big part of Will is filled with doubt and believes that it’s unlikely Mike could ever return his romantic feelings.

But Mike is obviously in a tough spot here. A big part of him is filled with confusion about how these types of actions are reserved for his girlfriend now! Not his friend with whom he used to initiate a considerable amount of these exact gestures with, least of all the same boy he’s been best friends with since kindergarten and who is now semi-officially his said gf’s brother.

Like, just try to picture Mike calling El, only to interrupt their conversation at any point to ask to talk to Will?? Can you even imagine Will trying to do the same??? Because I personally can’t imagine either one of them doing this, at least not without feeling like they’re doing something wrong. It’s no wonder they talked only a couple of times and lost touch!

Because to me, it’s so obvious.

They do not see each other as brothers...

I felt like what I caught, was a sense of relief from Mike after his fight with Will at Rink-o-mania, like he only realized just now that they don’t have to see each other in the way they might be expected to.

When Will asks, “What about us?”, Mike has to reiterate twice, “We’re friends! We’re friends!”!

He never at any point, even at their best, mentions how they could be brothers, which is honestly a step up as far as friends or even best friends go. This is something Mike could have rolled with if he sensed Will’s romantic feelings, but wanted to make it clear to Will that their bond is strictly platonic and nothing more, because well, the shoe fits. This would also fit into anti-Byler’s argument that Mike is only acting weird because he sense’s Will’s crush, but doesn’t reciprocate. Because if that was the case, Mike could have just thrown the ‘brother’ label at Will a long time ago to set the record straight. (Haha. Straight.)

But he doesn’t and neither does Will. Not even when it literally applies to them now.

Once Mike realizes that all Will really wanted was to be best friends like they used to be, that he wasn’t insinuating anything more (like Mike secretly hoped), nor anything less (like Mike might have feared), it’s as if something clicks for Mike.

It’s like he’s realized that him and Will can still be friends, best friends. They don’t have to be brothers just because Mike is dating El and Will and El are family now. And they don’t have to be strangers either just because this whole situation makes things a little bit awkward for them. They can just call each other best friends and leave it at that.

Here during their reconciliation in Vol 1, would have been the perfect time for Mike to ‘brother-zone’ Will, or maybe even Will could have brother-zoned them, to ease the tension if he thought Mike was aware of his crush and Will maybe wanted to give him an out. And yet neither of them do. They looks positively giddy about the possibility of them being best friends again. They look relieved and at peace honestly.

Although neither Will, Mike, nor anybody else has made a reference to them being brothers up to this point, again, Vol. 1 has already touched on the concept of the Byers considering El family and even Mike still technically being referred to as El’s bf (by Argyle in 4x05), so this idea of them being ‘brothers’ now, could very well be something that is touched on more literally in Vol. 2.

Because I honestly think that, if confronted with the concept of them being brothers, both Will and Mike would react poorly. And although this is a fairly simple scenario that doesn’t read as very impactful on it’s own, it’s their negative reaction to the concept itself that would essentially force all viewers to rethink how they view Mike and Will’s relationship, at the exact same moment both Mike and Will are forced to rethink how they view it.

I mean, if they’re not comfortable with being brother’s, what does that say about them??

So, let’s say hypothetically, if this were to play out at some point, who would be the one to bring it up?

It could honestly be anyone.

Maybe Dustin makes a passing joke that was intended to be harmless, something about them being official bros now, only to sense something is up right after based on their reactions.

Maybe Robin senses something is up between them instantly and gives some eccentric, albeit sound advice.

Maybe Eddie meets Will for the first time and makes an insightful observation, one that no one else who knows their relationship well would be able to make.

Maybe Murray...

Actually, yes! I think (HOPE) it would be Murray!

Cursed Murray.

In season two, he addressed Jancy and their romantic energy 2x, once before and once after they proved him right.

Murray: I mean what’s going on here? A lovers quarrel?

Jonathon: No, no!

Nancy: I mean, we’re just friends..

Murray: *laughs* You’ve told me a lot of shockers today, but that is the first lie.

Nancy: It’s not a lie…

Murray: No? You’re young, attractive, you’ve got chemistry, history. Plus the real shit, shared trauma. Trust issues, am I right? Something to do with your dad?

Jonathon: What? No, I mean, my dad’s—

Nancy: An asshole!

Murray: Hmm. It’s a curse to see so clearly. You. You’re harder to read. Probably like everyone, afraid of what would happen if you accepted yourself for who you really are and retreated back to the safety of… name? Name?

Nancy: Steve..

Murray: Steve! We like Steve!

Jonathon: Yes.

Murray: But we don’t love Steve.

Nancy: What?? [stammering] No, we… I mean, I do!

Murray: There it is ladies and germs, the second lie of the evening! So how’d I do? [chuckles] My goodness. You two are adorable aren’t you? Listen, there’s a pull out sofa in my study if you want it. But if I were you, I’d cut the bull-shit and share the damn bed.

Murray: So, Jonathon. How was the pull-out?

In season 3, Murray addressed Jopper’s romantic energy 2x as well, which is now presumably heading in a romantic direction in Vol. 2, proving Murray right for a second time.

Murray: Do me a favor and move your lovers quarrel elsewhere!

Joyce: No, no. No!

Hopper: Not a lovers quarrel, pal!

Murray: Spare me!

Murray: Why don’t you two cut the horse-shit and get to the part where you admit your sexual feelings for one another?

Now currently, in season 4, Murray is setting himself up to prove that this curse is real. Not just a mere coincidence, but a fool-proof pattern, for the third time and with a new set of victims...

Mike and Will.

He’s already made one very subtle reference about them to Joyce when trying to reassure her the kids will be fine, saying something along the lines of,

“I'm not exactly an expert in parenting. But for what little it's worth, I think you did the right thing. The responsible thing. Your children, bless their mischievous souls, they like to get involved. This way, what? They play too much Nintendo, eat too much junk food, smoke some ganja, pound some beers, experiment sexually. I mean really, what's the worst that can happen?”

He’s right that he’s no expert at parenting, but we do know one thing he’s an expert at... sensing romantic feelings! Specifically romantic feelings between those that are in denial of said romantic feelings! Because it’s a ‘curse’ to see something so clearly, that a duo wont admit to each other, or even fully to themselves.

If the curse proves to follow through, that means we are in store for at least one more jab from Murray, most likely more blatant this time around, poking at Byler’s not-so-platonic vibes.

Although I can’t really picture him outing them in front of everyone, seeing as thats not his style anyways and it might even be risky in this case, I could still see him doing it in a way that causes Byler to out themselves, unintentionally.

Murray: It’s crazy. I would say you two banter like an old married couple, if it weren’t for the fact that you’re technically ‘brothers’-

Mike: Wait, what?? Eww!

Will: No, no! We’re not brothers!

Murray: Oh. You’re not..? Well then, what are you? Friends?

And they’ll both just look at each other, equally shocked, like... SHIT!

Will: Yeah. We’re friends...

Mike: Just friends -best friends!

Murray: *laughs* Okay ‘amigos’!..

And all the fans watching, even those in denial about the mere possibility of Byler being requited, are going be forced to acknowledge something they’ve been trying to ignore all along...

That these dudes are not platonic, whatsoever.

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Chenford REWIND- Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 4 Ep 21 & 22

Here's another pair of episodes that have been requested together a few times, now, so I'd love to answer the call!

SPOILER ALERT: If you hate spoilers, you'll hate this. Run away. Turn around. Scroll on by. If you do choose to enter in, I'm going to write this as though I were seeing the episodes for the first time, but I will be spoiling both these episodes and reference episodes leading up to it.

If you're ready to read, I'm ready to share. Let's dive in!

Mother's Day

"Mm, yeah, that's a hard pass. Look, I'm boycotting Mother's Day, but even if I wasn't, I really don't think this is the right time to meet your parents."

Lucy Chen putting up her walls and keeping the men she dates at arms' length is completely on-brand. We haven't even heard her call a guy she was seeing "boyfriend" to date on this show.

And with everything going on with her mother and her utter lack of support for her daughter, I don't blame her for not making a big deal out of Mother's Day.

Also, Chris, honey. It will never be the right time for Lucy to meet your parents because y'all ain't gonna last. Lucy is meant to be with Tim. You saw it, once, at the world's worst double date, but you've chosen to ignore it. So, you're a moron.

"I figured you'd say that. But they've been hounding me about meeting you for weeks."

Run, Lucy. Run. Because his parents sound as clingy as he is, and you do not need that drama in your life.

Your instinct is right not to want to meet his parents... maybe you don't need to continue knowing Chris, either. Just sayin'.

"Are you really freezing your mom out?" "I mean, I bought her flowers. I'm not an anarchist." "I'm thinking we just lock in the Hyatt. They have a lazy river, what else do you need?"

Oh, look. Tim and his Blonde Bitch and Lucy and her Dead Weight Puffin have run into each other in the station.

Last time the four of them were together, it looked like Chris and Ashley were mighty jealous of Tim and Lucy's connection. I mean, if I were sitting at a semi-romantic dinner next to the love of my life, I'd be distracted, too!

"You think I'd be sick of beaches, at this point, but it's gonna be awesome."

Watch how Lucy looks at her man (and I don't have to clarify which man in the scene, because y'all know how this goes).

She's looking at Tim like he's got a second head. Because there's no way this man is going to be happy going to the beach. He doesn't. like. SAND!!

"I gotta get to work." "Me, too. I'll walk out with you."

Good. You two can take a long walk together, realize you're perfect for one another, and leave Tim and Lucy the hell alone. Everybody wins! (especially us)

"Call me if you change your mind." "I'm not going to."

Love how he touches Lucy and she physically pushes him away. Like, back off, dude. When Lucy's mind is made up, it's made up.

"Change your mind about what?" "He wants me to meet his parents. So, uh, whose idea was Hawaii?" "Mine, I guess, why?" "

Nyla's arrival interrupts the thoughts, but we all know why. Tim Bradford is Tim Bradford-ing, again, and giving too much in a relationship. He hates sand! And he's suggesting they vacation... on an island.

But there's something else needling at her about this vacation...

"Are you proposing to Ashley?"

Look. At. Her. Face. Her face right before she asks. She's building up the courage to ask him this, because big Hawaii vacation is more than he ever did with Rachel, and it screams romance, right?

"What!?"

Cackling laughing at this. This is the furthest thing from his mind, right now. Yes, he's dating this... person... and they're doing dating people things. But, he's not even thinking about marrying her.

"Of course not. We've only been dating a few months."

This suggests that Tim Bradford likes to take things slow, and isn't in a rush when dating someone. But, the "of course not" shows that he thinks it should be obvious to Lucy.

"You might not be aware of some of the signals that you're sending." "What kind of signals?" "The kind that makes her get a manicure because she's assuming she'll be sending pictures of her hand to all her friends."

Tim looks terrified. Look, we all know Ashley is a placeholder girlfriend until Tim and Lucy get their act together. But he doesn't know that.

Tim is visibly shaken. His hand is unsteady on the wheel, he's looking back at Lucy repeatedly while stumbling through answering the call. Because he really never contemplating marrying this woman. Something in him knows she isn't the one.

*hint* The gorgeous, badass gal beside you with the sunshine-y personality and compassionate heart is right there. Might wanna ask her something sometime, eh?

"My abuela taught me the perfect curse to put on him."

I have to put this line in here for context. Yes, Angela is talking about Nyla's ex. But we now know that if you need a curse, Angela's your gal.

"When did hotels get this expensive?" "Oh, that's pretty good." "Seriously?" "Yeah, I mean, it's a nice hotel."

First off, Lucy is doing all the planning for any trips they take once they get their act together. Second, this kinda hurts. It drives home how long it's been since Tim's taken a romantic vacation.

We know that Tim remained faithful to Isabelle while she was missing. We know that they were together for a long time. But when did they stop going on vacation together? How long has it been?

Tim, you deserve to go on more romantic vacations... but not with Baywatch Reject, okay?

"Oh, you're going to Hawaii. Congratulations on your engagement." "Ah, told you." "I'm not getting engaged!" "Does your girlfriend know that?" "Yes. It's not an issue."

Annnnddd... another voice echoing the romantic vibe of Hawaii that lends to the expectation of engagement. I was rolling!

"Looks like you won't be the only one getting married." "What?" "Nothing. Ignore her."

I love the look that Angela and Lucy exchange, here. Much as there have to be bets rolling around about Chenford, I'm sure there are other bets, gossip, and secrets in that station.

Angela knows Tim better than most, but even she knows that Lucy could be onto something she's not. When this all started, Tim and Lucy had to hear about each other through the rest of the Station.

Now, they've got one another on speed dial and are the first to know what's going on with the other. So... maybe Tim is proposing.

"Ashley can't possibly think I'm proposing." "Why not? I mean, you're of a certain age-"

Tim's face on that had me rolling. We can estimate he's about 10-12 years older than Lucy. And that reaction was priceless.

"She is in her prime. I mean, on paper, it's, it's like a no-brainer. Okay, be honest. Can you see yourself married to her?"

He can't. We can see in his face right there that he really can't. And as the wheels are turning, something pops into his mind that sets him on edge. He glances over at Lucy and he nearly gulps.

Now, I can't tell you what he saw. I'm a Meta writer, not the show Writer or the actor. I can postulate all I like, but I don't know the answer here. But my guess? If he thinks of the future and being married again... he sees Lucy.

Because the person for him isn't the person he's dating. I truly believe he started this relationship with Ashley as a way to distance himself from his growing feelings for Lucy. He's burying them deep down, the same way he did his trauma with his father. And like his father, it's going to take an external force to bring it all to a head.

Lucy is trying to get Tim to talk this out, the way that she talks things out. But we can feel the edge to everything, here. She's not yet fully aware of what she feels, but it's there.

It's dripping in her hesitancy at first asking him if he's proposing, in her nervousness at his response to this question. Because if he's that serious about Ashley, there will never be room for them.

And as Lucy waits for her answer, Tim realizes he can't say the truth. So, he lies.

"Yeah. I can."

The cameras purposefully focus on Lucy, here. On her disappointment. On her sadness. Because, she's not ready to admit it, but she's falling for Tim.

Yes, she is with Chris for the same reason Tim is with Ashley. They both think the other isn’t an option (though for different reasons, at this point). They're both deflecting because they can't get hung up on something that'll never happen.

It's admirable, in a way. They're trying to be happy for the other person while hoping they'll pretend themselves into believing they're happy, too.

"I'm not expecting a proposal. I would say no if you asked."

Proving that everyone got into Tim's head, he addresses the issue with Ashley directly. But I don't think he expected this. Tim isn't ready to face his feelings for Lucy, but having this door shut is unexpected.

"I have no interest in every being married or having kids. I'm just not wired that way."

First of all, there is nothing wrong with being this way. Nothing at all. Some of my closest friends never wanted to be married or have kids, and as we near 40, they've stuck to that and are quite happy.

But there is something wrong with Tim being with someone like that. Because he wants the wife and kids.

Tim didn't have the stability of a safe and loving home, and he wants so badly to break the cycle and pass on a different legacy to his own kids.

Tim spots Lucy watching from the window, and he decides to turn the situation on his head. He's been stressed the eff out all day worrying about this. Now that he knows Ashley has zero interest in marriage, he has to have some fun.

Lucy's Heart Breaks

I don't think she knows until this moment just how deep it is, how she feels about Tim. She's known for a while that something was there—something that could never be.

But watching through the glass as he gets engaged to someone else... it hits so hard she can't ignore it. She can't pretend it away. She can't bounce back.

I've seen people say this is the moment for her—the moment she realizes she's falling for Tim. I go back and forth on it. Because she's known for a long time that she has a thing for Tim.

We saw back in 4x01 that she was totally ready to sleep with him. And while Lucy's confident in her sexuality, she doesn't sleep with just anyone. We know she doesn't do one night stands. She has her standards and sticks to them.

Even earlier in this episode, she can't be completely oblivious to how she feels when he says he can see himself marrying Ashley. No, I'd argue that Lucy has known since 4x01 that there was something there.

Is this a point of no return for her in terms of pretending? Yeah, I can go with that. Because in this moment, she can't shake it loose, and she can't move on. Tim is engaged and she's heartbroken, and they were never even really a thing, right?

So, is this the moment she realizes she has feelings for him? No. I think 4x01 sealed that up because she knew she was willing to sleep with him that night. But, is this the point of no return in terms of pretending not to have said feelings? Yeah, I can roll with that.

Chris approaches, and she keeps looking back at the parking lot, because that's where her mind is stuck.

"It's a good thing you didn't come because my mom, she drove me crazy."

Lucy offers a half-laugh. But she's visibly upset. She's so distracted that even Chris, Mr-Hums-THE-Song-And-Can't-Read-A-Room picks up on it.

"What's wrong?" "Nothing. I-"

Her phone goes off to the "GOT YOU!" message and now she's pissed. Because she's now had to deal with a slew of emotions striking her all at once, only to find out it was a joke.

"Could you just wait here. I need to go find Lopez and figure out how to put a curse on someone." "Yeah, right. Oh, you're serious."

"Serious as a heart attack", as they say. Tim screwed with her emotions, and she's pissed.

Day in the Hole

AKA "Finding Your New Favorite Flavor"

"Come on. We gotta get to work." "She'll be here." "Seriously, we gotta go." "She'll be here."

Mom and Dad waiting for their daughter to show up. Come on, you see it, too! Tim's back from his vacation with the Land of Sand, and we've thankfully left Lucy's jump-scare behind us.

Hopefully the curse doesn't work too well because Lucy might want things to not fall off in the future, if you know what I mean.

Lucy is applauding like a proud mother as Tamara nearly kills a couple people. Tim's glaring like a slightly-annoyed father. I love this family.

"My car was your first car." "I mean, if we're including cars I've stolen, this is probably like my fifth." "What?" "Joke!"

Yeah, you can't joke like that around your step-dad. Tim's a bit of a hard-ass, if you hadn't noticed.

"You are gonna take it to the mechanic though, right? You never know what these cars have been through." "Yeah, Tim set me up with his guy." "What, you did?" "Yeah." "Oh, you have a heart after all."

Mom and Dad... you're flirting in front of the kid. Like, Tamara's not the kind to go "ew", but, still. You might want to chill out considering you're still dating other people.

"Relax, ok? It was purely self-interest. You would be a total drag to ride with if she died in a fireball of mangled metal on the 405."

Did you hear how Lucy gave him that motherly "tsk" in the middle of this!? I've heard it a few times since in Season 5, but this is the first time I can remember it really standing out to me in previous seasons.

"Joke!"

Not your best first attempt at a dad joke, Timothy, but since it's you, we'll let it stand.

"Previous owner of your car is Jake Butler."

Can I say I love how Tamara kept picking things up off the desk (like a kid) and Lucy played the mother role by wordlessly taking each thing away all while continuing her work? Lucy is such a natural mom!

"Let's take a look at his mugshot... But." "What? What the what?!"

This next shot is GENIUS. I have no idea who came up with this (writer/director, etc), but it's genius. We go from the two shot of them looking at the monitor to a shot of Tim approaching.

He sees something that stops him in his tracks... and then we get to see it, too.

Half the station's gathered around Lucy's monitor. And each actor is giving an amazing performance, here. I've paused and played a million times to appreciate each one. Do it. You won't be sorry.

"What's going on?"

Cue everyone looking at Tim. Except Lucy. She's about a beat behind everyone else, which draws my eye to her, every time. And the music bumps up to give us an auditory transition.

"It's even more uncanny in real life."

Through a combination of swift transitions, body doubles, and Eric Winter being in two different positions, we get the treat of meeting... Jake Butler. Tim's doppleganger.

Come on, how much fun must this have been for Eric Winter to get to play this kind of character after playing Tim for so long? And my husband especially appreciated Jake's pot belly.

Yes, while he hasn't seen this show, Matthew is fairly well-versed in Chenford and my appreciation for Melissa O'Neil and Eric Winter as performers.

We get a bit of split screen at the end (throwing me back to my Parent Trap obsession as a kid... yes the one with Haley Mills. I'm old). And I'm frankly excited at all the different techniques in use for this episode when one actor has to be two characters simultaneously.

"He really doesn't look that much like me." "The hell he doesn't." "Not the brightest bulb, though." "Oh. Oh my god. It's Tim and Dim."

The ladies get a chuckle out of that, but Tim's nonplussed.

"Yo. This is blowing my mind. It's like we're looking in a fun-house mirror of handsome." "Sit down Dim... Jake."

I died laughing the first time I saw this. Lucy really got into his head on that one. But, knowing how easily Lucy can get into his head these days, it's no surprise.

"Have we met before?" "No. That I'd remember." "Oh, you would."

Even Tim's doppleganger is flirting with his girl! Yes, I've seen the episode and know that Dim should know why Lucy looks familiar. But it's funnier this way and just plays into what a dumbass Dim is.

"You just wanna see me pretend to be Dim." "Duh." "Fine. I'll do it." "Yes! Okay, okay."

Lucy is so excited she puts both hands on Tim to stop him in his tracks as he's walking.

"So, uh, we gotta dirty you up. And then we have to slick back your hair, because, you know, that guy was, like, kinda greasy." "You are enjoying this way too much." "Oh, and tattoos! We gotta get tattoos."

Lucy, Tim Bradford isn't your Ken doll. As much as we all know you'd like to practice dressing (okay... undressing) him.

"Rescue 1 status?" "Rescue 1. We're ready in 60 seconds."

How much do I love that Lucy is heading the team to protect her man? There's no way she's going to let anyone hurt Tim, but it also gives us the chance to see some worried Lucy.

Tim's been worried about Lucy going undercover so many times, but we've not really seen her worried before. The hit man UC before was fairly safe. He wasn't in any real danger.

This is different. This is a criminal on his turf with a long drop and plenty of armed guns standing by. Lucy's worried for her man.

"Get ready to breach." "If anyone lays a hand on our UC, you put them down."

Let's be real. Lucy and Angela are two of the most important people in Tim's life at work and outside of it. And here they are getting to be his guardian angels—his wife and his best friend. I love it.

"So, I had Dim's girlfriend picked up." "Okay. Why are you being weird?" "It's easier to show you."

We need Sava to know who is going to go undercover with Tim, right? As if things weren't weird enough with Tim's doppleganger, now we've got Lucy's.

Tim is inside and already waiting for her reaction. Now he gets some payback for how much she was ragging on him and his doppleganger. Tim's smiling like an idiot.

"Guess we know who's going undercover with Dim." "Yeah, Juicy." "No." "That's Juicy." "I don't like that."

Our babies get to go undercover as a couple! They spend so much bloody time trying to run from how they feel, and now they've gotta cozy up to one another and play boyfriend/girlfriend? Sign me up! I'm so ready to see this.

We know both of them are capable in the field, though Lucy's a little more natural on the fly. But getting to see them together's gonna be fire, right?

"If we're gonna make this work, our backstory's gotta be airtight."

Oh, Lucy, honey. I didn't mean actual fire. You've lit enough candles to send a beacon to all of LA more powerful than the Bat Signal.

Lucy brings Tim a beer. And while they've shared drinks before and he's been in her apartment before, I find this particular combination so very domestic. They're brainstorming on the couch instead of at the counter, and I think all of this ambiance shows how relaxed they are around one another.

But also that Lucy's a tiny bit horny. Look, we know she's in a committed relationship with Curried Goat Boy, but subconsciously Lucy has lit a hundred candles because she wants Tim Bradford.

Now, Lucy's not a cheating person. We know this (and I go into more depth in 5x01 Meta and beyond). But, some part of her is subconsciously excited to have Tim in her home and wants the ambiance to be just right.

"Agreed. So, um, how did Dim and Juicy meet." "At a barbecue." "That's lame."

Also, are there barbecues out in LA? Like, real barbecues where you smoke meat for hours at a time? Or is Tim talking about a cook out? They really are two different things... I'm from the South, so we're kinda weird about that.

Plus, when Tim first said it, I said, "Lame." So, I take a small bit of pride in being on the same page with Lucy on this one!

"Really? You think you can do better." "Watch me! Okay, so, um, you were on the run from the cops. A bank robbery gone wrong. You ended up in my building, frantic, looking for a place to hide. And I opened the door for you. I lied to the cops for you. And, ooh, and it got me so hot that we hooked up while they were still searching the building."

Tim's mouth has fallen so far open that we're halfway to his O face.

He's imagining every bit of that. Because, after all, he remembers better when he listens, right? And Lucy just took him through one heck of a journey that will be burned into his brain for a long time.

He's imagining every bit of it... especially that last part.

It takes a second for him to recover.

"Okay. That's, that's, that's pretty good, actually." "Thank you." "Mmhmm." *giggle*

His brain's moving, now, and he's overthinking. Because, what bad guy will ever say, "Kiss your girlfriend or I'll pop a cap in your ass!"?

Also, I love Lucy's giggle. There's an episode in Season 5 where I discuss it extensively, but I love how it makes an appearance, here, considering where this scene is headed.

"So, look, we, we should, we should probably, you know, talk about the elephant in the room." "Hmm?" "You know, if we're gonna sell that we are, you know, actually boyfriend and girlfriend, then we might have to, uh, you know?"

And Lucy does know. But she's having a lot of fun fucking around with Tim. Come on, the girl is so repressed in her feelings for him that she's never gotten to really poke at him this way. And she is loving it.

"Have to, have to what?" "We might have to, to." "Okay, okay. We might have to PDA?" "You know what, forget it." "No, no! Okay, you're right."

Lucy nearly touches Tim's hand before he moves it. They're still very careful about being physical with one another, partly because of the boundaries of their job, but also the personal boundaries they've set with one another.

Remember what I said in 4x01 about proximity making it harder to deny what they feel. They're sitting as far away from each other on the couch as they can, as it is.

"Yeah, you're right. I mean, if we're gonna, if we're gonna have to kiss it probably shouldn't be for the first time." "That's what I'm saying." "Right, yeah."

Because the baddies need to see you kissing, right? Like, isn't that what everyone does when they're engaged in criminal activity? Stop to make out?

Maybe James Bond does, sure, but actual baddies?

Whatever. I wanna see them kiss as much as the rest of you. So, let's see if they can get through the initial awkwardness to get the job done.

"Should we maybe, uh, should we stand?"

It cracks me up that this is so awkward for them. Just a few months earlier (show time) these two were considering the horizontal mambo in his bed, and now they can't even figure out how to get through one kiss.

When Tim makes the kissy face and she runs away, it cracks me up so much. I mean, nobody really kisses like that, first of all, and I'd probably die laughing, too.

Fishy face Tim is not his best look.

"We're professionals. Let's just get this done with." "Woah. Well that's romantic." "I'm not trying to be romantic." "Well, you're succeeding."

Tim and Lucy. Never change. Y'all are making me die laughing when normally I can't stand awkward scenes. But Tim and Lucy can be this frank with one another because neither thinks the other is an option.

Truly, that's what gives them all this freedom. They think the other person has zero interest. They each think it's all in their head. So, they can treat this little moment as something totally bizarre that they have to do for work.

Tim gives Lucy the most chaste-wouldn't-offend-my-Spanish-Catholic-grandmother kiss in the world. And he looks so damn proud of that tiny peck, too!

Lucy echoes all of our thoughts.

"I'm sorry. Is that it?" "You know what, if you're gonna criticize-"

Tired of talking, Lucy pulls him in with both her hands on his face. Their lips meet, and as soon as they do, Tim's hands instinctively go to her arms.

The kiss deepens as the camera shift around them, both of them leaning into one another as Lucy's right hand falls from Tim's face.

Their lips part briefly, the hint of a smile on Tim's lips as his hand settles on her shoulder. Lucy's left hand falls from his face.

This pause could have been the end of it. The second their lips parted, they had done the assignment. Case closed. Kiss achieved. Move on to the next thing.

But Tim and Lucy don't want to stop. Now that they're finally here, both of them want to keep going. Tim has her in his arms. She has her hands on his chest.

In this moment, they've forgotten the assignment. They've forgotten Chris and Ashley. This is the definition of "getting lost in the moment". Tim and Lucy are the moment.

Tim is a touching-foreheads kisser and a top-lip-lover. He goes for hers just as the door behind them opens.

You've. Been. Caught.

Lucy distances herself from Tim by pushing off of him with her hands. His left hand drops from her am as he literally runs to the wall to put distance between them.

"I should probably go."

I love Tamara. Like, she's not judging them in this moment, and she has absolutely no idea what is happening. But, she has to know that there's something between them just waiting to be unlocked.

"No. This is work. This is work."

Lucy spat it out the first time, but she says it again because, well, it's true. And she needs a way to explain this away. Not just to Tamara, but to herself.

"Yeah, yeah, we're, we're going undercover." "Hey, it's cool. I mean, you don't have to explain yourself. I should probably go." "No!" "No, I, I was just about to leave. You know what? No, I don't have anything."

Cackling. Dying. ROLLING the first time I heard that. Tim Bradford is so flustered he can't even remember if he brought anything in with him. And what would he be looking for, exactly? A file? Paperwork?

"I'll see you tomorrow." "Good work tonight. Ay."

Lucy. Chen. Did you really just say that? Even she can't believe she said that. But Tim is too flustered to call her out on it.

"Great work, as well. Bye."

Tim high-tails it out of there so fast. And Lucy lets him go. But why?

Because they both know what just happened wasn't some fluke. They both wanted it. They both felt it. And neither knows what would have happened if they hadn't been interrupted, but both knows that because they were... it's awkward.

Like, they could barely talk about having to kiss. How are they going to talk about the fact that it felt... real?

"I'm gonna go to my room." "Yeah, me, too."

Lucy can't talk about this. Tamara just walked in on her kissing a man who isn't the man she's dating. Not just thin-lipped kissing. We're talking mouths open, bodies touching, hunger growing kind of kissing. And it was with her boss.

And who is outside reeling? Tim Bradford. I love that the writers/director gave us this space to see how Tim feels. Because it would be so easy to dismiss this as a one-sided thing where the subordinate falls for her boss.

But Tim Bradford's been on his way down for a long time. He's been able to push it down, repeatedly. Even last episode when picturing his wife, he had to push Lucy down. I firmly believe it.

But tonight he kissed Lucy Chen. And she kissed back.

I used to think this was his moment of realization, but the more I've rewatched the episodes, I still think 4x01 was a huge revelatory moment for both of them that they've been pushing down and ignoring ever since. They never discussed it and they're both running from it.

This is the episode that makes it so much harder for Tim to run. He's been completely convinced his feelings were one-sided. But this is a hint to him that, maybe, he's wrong. Maybe, just maybe, she feels it, too.

Because she wasn't kissing him like a platonic coworker. She was breathing into him as much as he was breathing into her.

She didn't want to stop anymore than he did, and when Tamara walked in, they were both flustered. She felt it, too.

Yes, Tim's reeling from how he feels because he was smacked in the face with feels tonight. But he's also reeling from the fact that freaking Lucy Chen kissed him back.

"Hey." "Hey."

He was waiting for her. He's been thinking about this since last night, as has she. And he wants to talk to her before they head in.

"Listen, about-" "We should probably-" "Go ahead." "No, you go first." "You sure?" "Mmhmm." "Uh, okay. I just wanted to say..."

His eyes are so soft, here. Look at him. He's more of a show guy, but he's trying to find his words. And Lucy Chen's looking at him so expectantly.

And he chickens out.

"We need more work on our backstory. Give it more depth. Key moments. You know?" "Yeah, we, uh, we could take the morning, you know, while we're waiting for Hajick to call." "Great." "Great."

Look, obviously it's the Season 4 finale and they needed to drag this out more. But there are also a host of obstacles between Tim and Lucy, and he's not entirely sure of how he feels.

Having the night to think has also lead to time for him to doubt. He's doubting his own memories. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe the adrenaline. Maybe it meant something to him and nothing to her.

So, he chickens out. But Lucy doesn't know that. All she knows is that Tim wanted to talk to her, but it wasn't what she'd hoped to hear... so she shoves her feeling back down.

They're both in a point of mad denial. But, I think this episode was a turning point for them because it marks the end of them being able to pretend with themselves.

Yes, they'll still pretend with one another because they care so much about each other that they want the other to be happy, no matter what.

But, within their hearts both Tim and Lucy know there's something there that cannot be ignored any longer. Tim longs for Lucy. Lucy yearns for Tim. And until they start actually talking about all this, that's where they'll stay.

As always, thank you for reading! Please keep the requests coming! It rained all day, the kids had a rainy-weather fun day indoors, Matt has a cold, and I'm still nursing the back thing. So, writing this was a great distraction.

I really appreciate y'all reading and going on this journey with me. Next one'll likely be for Tuesday night's fresh airing of 5x13. But I'll try to get to more requests on the flipside! Stay safe out there.

#Chenford #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #The Rookie #Lucy x Tim #Tim x Lucy #Meta

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northwest-by-a-train · 6 months

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Mutual 1: I wish someone could kill me so I could be reincarnated as a saxophone solo in Al Stewart's 1991 song Year of the cat

Mutual 2: Horror keeps piling upon horror and we will live old and wrinkled in this time of horrors. The only cure is to post black and white pictures of men who have problems

Mutual 3: killing baby Caesar does lengthen the lifespan of the roman empire by ~350 years, as it dissolves into some sort of federalist-feudalist structure not unlike the Holy Roman Empire. The main difference is that a sort of loose syncretic pan-imperial polytheism is the dominant religion, leading to Icelandic temples of Isis and Ethiopian temples of Epona. As such, this timeline was spared the drawbacks of a centralized state-enforced organized religion. The main drawback is that being a furry is considered blasphemy by the vast majority of humanity.

Mutual 4: if Pendleton Ward does not make Mr Cupcake a Trotskyist I will set the cartoon network offices on fire

Mutual 5: if Serial Experiments Lain was made today they would make her cis. Well. Not on my watch

Mutual 6: Can we take a minute here and normalize arms trading? Marginalized communities need those 3D-printed untraceable ghost guns with Family Guy muzzles, I need to make a living since I was thrown out of the commune by Hannah-Arendts-Strap (message me for details), Seth MacFarlane needs people to watch season 27. But Academia will talk about Kant's white-ass categorical imperative to argue no one should sell guns. Typical.

Mutual 7: I am in your walls. Why is there lead paint on your radium plumbing my dude. You know that's not aryuvedic.

Mutual 8: I'm sorry but Robespierre was a scapegoat of most of the French revolution's atrocities, and bourgeois reactionary elements have tried to turn him into a proto-totalitarian crazed madman, but the historical record paints a much more complex picture. Which is why I don't believe he would ever whip Danton's ass like you just wrote. He would be the one wearing the ball gag. How can I make you see the truth my brother ?

Mutual 9: Arabic and Eastern European poetry have been superior throughout the late 20th/early 21st century. We also have the best cigarettes. If we keep going we can surround Constantinople in the next decade, and restore the Palaiologos to their rightful place.

Mutual 10: The callout posts are true. Reflecting on it, it was obvious that our attempt to create a secret #LiberateBelize discord channel without British people was chavphobic. We are listening and learning.

Mutual 11: Pinkie Pie could negotiate the Oslo Accords, but Bill Clinton could never bag pony Weird Al

Mutual 12: If I think about Betty Groff for more than two seconds I'll divorce my husband. I got the papers and everything. But I won't. I'm brave like that. #ChristianLove

Mutual 13:

Mutual 14: I was visited by the virgin Mary last night. Again. She told me I can't make my girlfriend pregnant like that. Again. But I know Ron L. Hubbard is with me, and it's all that matters.

Mutual 15: Mustard gas doesn't even taste like mustard. You guys lied to me. My Mac & Cheese is ruined.

Mutual 16: Stop saying my think tank advocates killing orphans. We're pro-harvesting organs in youth correctional facilities for reduced sentences !!! But again we see the pro-carceral bias inherent to Lutherans. Have you guys even read Angela Davis ?

Mutual 17: Here's my solution to the Israel-Palestine conflict: spend a hundred billion dollars for multiversal research, reach the mirror universe. Israelis get the biblical kingdom of Israel borders on this earth, Palestinians get the 1948 borders in the mirror universe. I think this is the fairest deal America can offer at this time.

Mutual 18: I tried to live the life of a restless European adventurer in Macau playing roulette and serving as a mercenary to various conglomerates. Turns out they also charge rent there. And income is taxable too. And I bet everything on Red. And I don't speak Mandarin, Cantonese or Portuguese. Help me pay for my flight home! 6¢/50 000$ collected!

Mutual 19: Yeah the canonization of Bolaño as the latest LatAm literary genius speaks to a sort of general malaise in post-colonial literature due to the collapse of magical realism as a viable tradition for meaningful political messaging. So the literature of unease and obsession and maladjustment itself is canonized, like an oyster canonizing the grain of sand that's tearing it apart. The fact that no other major voice has really appeared on the continent within the past 20 years should tell us this isn't working. Which is why the Brazilian JoJo fandom has a unique opportunity to meaningfully impact the course of world literature. #Multipolarity

Mutual 20: wow guys someone left a tray of perfectly good Mac & Cheese on a windowsill! Yummy!

Mutual 21: Did medieval surgeons pulling teeth get erections? I wouldn't normally ask this of my followers but I'm arguing about Sex Work with the ghost of Andrea Dworkin and I need hard evidence (no pun intended lol)

Mutual 22: Electro-Swing is a Belgian psy-op. I can't prove it, but I know it

Mutual 23: I'm the first neutered catgirl to be tried in a military court. But I know I'm not the last.

Mutual 24: Did you guys know you could eat olives? The thing they make oil from? I ordered three kilos of motors, so I can eat it with my roommate's Mac & Cheese

Mutual 25: Anglicans, amirite ? [Sounds of raucous applause]

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just this once, okay? | bruce yamada x fem!reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

if you haven't already, go check out the playlist for this series!!

taglist: @bettyssneaker @ellemfaoh @finneysbaseball @urfavkorean @retirement-home @sweetrabbit

when a crushing and helpless bruce yamada seeks aid from an unaware and breezy y/n, he suggests they fake date in order to make his crush jealous. what could go wrong? they were friendly, and y/n was beautiful. bruce’s plan is fool proof. at least that’s what he thinks.

a/n: for the sake of the story, everyone is the same age (16-17) and in junior year of high school, except gwen, who is a freshman. and the grabber doesn't exist because i said so.

❦

it was officially the first day of autumn, your favorite time of year. unfortunately, it was also the time where everyone began to get sick.

you were seated in the back of the class, your chin placed comfortably in your hand. it was way too early in the morning to be learning about angular momentum.

bruce seemed to be running late. the seat to your right was still empty, and to the left of you was robin, who was doodling little stars on his desk. suddenly, bruce walked in sluggishly, dark bags under his eyes.

"hey, woah, are you okay?" you greeted, his appearance taking you by surprise. he was wearing dark sweatpants and a big crewneck.

"yeah, i'm fine!" bruce said, but it was obvious that he was starting to get sick. "my nose might be like, just a little bit congested, but i'm fine!"

"ew, dude, you're getting sick." robin interjected, covering his mouth with his shirt. "stay back, i don't wanna catch your disgusting bruce germs."

"my what?" bruce scoffed. "i'm not sick, robin. i don't get sick!"

"well, you are now." robin scooted his entire desk at least two feet to the left. he took out a small pocket-sized hand sanitizer from his backpack and rubbed some all over his hands and arms. "give him some so he's less contagious."

"i'm not contagious!" bruce defended.

"just take the hand sanitizer, bruce," you laughed, "he won't leave you alone if you don't take it."

"fine." he grumbled, rubbing his hands together.

"are you sure you're feeling okay?" you asked bruce, giving him a sense of comfort that he so desperately wanted to push away, but unfortunately couldn't.

"yeah, yeah i'll be fine." he smiled.

the class went by pretty quickly, with robin making jokes about how it must suck real bad to get sick, and bruce fake-laughing at all of them, it was pretty entertaining to say the least.

throughout the rest of the day, you noticed less and less students in your classes. everyone was getting sick, and it seemed like bruce was next.

bruce got sick, of course. he told his mom multiple times that he was fine, but she could see right through him. "i don't want to stay home tomorrow, mom, i'm fine, really!"

"you just want to go to school to see y/n, don't you?" she asked smugly.

"mom!" he blushed furiously. "please, just let me go to school, i'll be fine!"

"bruce, you're staying home tomorrow, and that's final. okay? understood?" mrs. yamada finalized, giving him a cup of tea.

"understood." bruce mumbled, taking the piping hot tea back to his room. he started doing the pile of homework laying on his desk when he heard the phone ring.

"hello?" his mom answered. "oh, y/n, how nice of you to call!"

bruce's eyes widened and he ran to the living room. "mom! it's y/n?" he mouthed.

mrs. yamada held a hand up to his face. "yes, of course you can speak to him, just give me a second!"

"mom, give me the phone!" he mouthed frantically, earning a sharp glare.

"yes, yes, well, bruce is so eager to speak with you, it looks like!" his mother spoke, teasing him purposely.

"oh, is he?" your voice spoke from the other line.

"yes, he is!" she laughed, smiling sarcastically at her son. "i think you two make a cute pair, you know? you two remind me of—"

"okay, mom!" bruce gently took the phone from his mom's hands.

she was laughing quietly to herself and began to walk away, but not before saying. "amy was right. you are totally in love with her."

bruce chose to ignore his mom's words. "hey, y/n/n! what's going on?"

"bruce, hey! i was actually just wondering if you were feeling any better?" you said. "i know you said you were fine, but you looked like crap, so, i don't know, i just wanted to check up on you."

"well, i'll admit, i did look like crap," you laughed at this, making bruce smile, "but my mom is making me stay home tomorrow."

your smile faltered a little. "oh, okay. well, i guess i'll see you wednesday, then."

"yeah, see you wednesday."

neither of you hung up, though. you two just stayed on the phone, no words were exchanged, nothing was heard. that is, until your mom called your name. "shoot, bruce, my mom's calling me, i gotta go!"

"oh, cool! i mean, um, yeah, that's cool." he stuttered. "i'll see you wednesday, y/n/n!"

"yeah, see you then!"

after bruce hung up, you started thinking— more like accepting, really— you wanted to accept that you had a crush on bruce, but you couldn't. it would freak him out, or worse, ruin your friendship with him.

you decided it would be best not to tell him, and simply hide your feelings for him until this was over. if clara would change her mind, or start feeling differently for bruce, this would all be over, and everything would go back to normal.

you woke up to the sound of coughing— very loud coughing. you reluctantly stumbled out of bed, slipping out of your room and into the hall.

your mother was stepping out of allie's room, a frown appearing on her face. "well, allie has a fever, and an obnoxious cough." she showed you the thermometer, which read 100.5 degrees. "i can't stay home with her today, though, crap."

"wyatt and i can stay with her, if you want?" you offered.

as soon as you said that, wyatt stepped out of his room. his hair was messy and he looked like he had just walked out of a thunderstorm. "no, we can't."

"yes, we can!" you slapped his chest. you weren't one to be excited about skipping school, but today was one of those days where there was nothing important going on at school. plus, you could check up on bruce.

"yeah, alright." your mom reluctantly agreed. "but make sure you two don't just leave her to fend for herself, okay? i trust both of you to actually check up on her."

"okay, we will!" you grinned. wyatt shrugged and walked back into his room.

your mom shook her head. "you got this?"

"i got this, mom." you reassured her.

"okay, i should be back by three, make sure to give allie the red cough syrup on the counter, she'll put up a fight, but she needs it okay?" she rambled, gathering her many belongings. "she can watch tv as long as she wants, but she has to sleep for at least an hour or two."

"mom!" you interrupted, placing your hands on her shoulders. "i got this, okay? she'll be fine."

"okay, okay," she nodded, "okay, uh, be good!"

taking care of allie was harder than you thought, at least for the first hour. your mom was right— she put up a huge fight when you tried to give her the cough syrup, you ended up with a few bruises on your arms. after you managed to give her the medicine, she fell asleep for two hours.

it was about ten am and you were making breakfast when she popped out around the corner, practically staring into your soul. "what, allie?"

"how come you and wyatt are staying at home?" she asked, eyeing you suspiciously. "where's mom?"

"mom had to go to work today, and i'm here because she didn't want to leave you alone, and in all honestly, i don't know why wyatt is here because he's no help at all." you replied.

"okay, then." allie hummed, clearly amused.

she finished eating pretty quickly, and after that, taking care of her was much easier. she went into the living room to watch tv and color some pages of her coloring book that gwen gave her for her birthday.

it was twelve pm, and allie was now sitting in the beanbag in the living room— her attention span was much better than yours if she could sit there for hours without leaving.

you decided this would be a good time to stop by bruce's house, just to make sure he was okay. "hey, allie?"

"hm?" she stayed focused on her coloring book.

"do you mind if i leave for a little bit?" you asked. "i'll be back soon, i just need to go, um, get some, uh, cookies."

"cookies?" allie scrunched her nose. "mom got cookies yesterday, though."

"yeah, but not the cookies with m&m's." you tried, knowing m&m cookies are her favorites.

allie's head perked up. "you're getting m&m cookies?"

"only if you don't tell anyone i left." you whispered. allie gave you a toothy grin and nodded, shaking your hand.

you felt kind of ridiculous walking to the diner to get bruce the chicken soup that he loved, but you did anyways. you finally accepted that you had a crush on him— reluctantly, of course.

it was almost painful to knock on bruce's front door, the paper bag in your left hand suddenly feeling very heavy. you knocked three times, and when mrs. yamada opened the front door, your eyes widened.

"mrs. yamada!" you laughed dryly, trying to diffuse the tension— that was only sensed by you.

"y/n, hello! i wasn't expecting you so early." she raised an eyebrow. "you're not skipping school, are you?"

"no! i mean, well, yes, but i'm," you breathed, "allie has a fever, and a really gross cough, and i offered to stay at home to take care of her so my mom didn't have to call in sick for work."

"oh, yes, that's so sweet, y/n!" she chuckled. "oh, come in, what is that you've got?"

"um, i got some chicken soup for bruce." you admitted sheepishly. "from that diner he likes."

"that's so kind of you, y/n." she smiled. "i actually have to leave in about ten minutes, but i trust you two, so— bruce!"

when bruce walked out, you had to stifle a laugh. his usually perfect hair was sticking up in every direction, he was wearing a pajama set with small puppies on them, with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around his body. the cherry on top was todd— who he was carrying on his back.

"y/n?" he looked like he was pouting, but really he had just woken up. bruce looked down at what he was wearing. "oh god, mom! why didn't you— wait did you skip school for this?"

"oh, please." you added. "i wouldn't skip school just to deliver chicken soup! i stayed at home to take care of allie today, 'cause she's sick."

"oh, that sucks." he stated. "is that the chicken soup from the diner we went to the other day?"

"it is." you smiled. "are you okay? are you feeling better?"

"not really." he grimaced. "i think i'd feel ten times better if i had some of that chicken soup, though."

his mom laughed loudly at this. "okay, you two seem fine here. i'm going to go to work now, i'll see you when i get back." she squished his face and kissed each of his cheeks.

"mom, c'mon, she's right there." bruce groaned, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.

she rolled her eyes, turning to you. "he's so dramatic."

you nodded, smiling politely. "yeah, i agree."

bruce shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets lazily. he waved goodbye to his mom and walked towards you. "you brought me chicken soup?"

you flushed. "yeah, i did. i thought it was cheesy at first, y'know, cause, i mean that's what they do in those corny romance movies, but i thought it would be nice."

"wow, maybe i should get sick more often." he teased.

"you're not one of those people who slurp their soup loudly, are you?" you asked. one of your biggest pet peeves was when people slurped things, which was one of the main reasons you never let finney eat cereal at your house.

"oh, god no." bruce feigned offense. "god, who do you think i am?"

"just a question, bruce!" you laughed.

he might've been sick, but hanging out with him was a whole lot of fun. bruce put on a movie and you two sat on the couch as he enjoyed the soup.

"y'know, i told allie that i was gonna go get cookies." you admitted. "my excuse for leaving the house was that i was gonna go get m&m cookies!"

"that's such a lame excuse, y/n/n." bruce scoffed. "you're better than this."

"not really." you giggled. "i've never snuck out, y'know? like, ever."

"i figured." he responded. "finney told me you chickened out on sneaking out to go to the drive-in with him and robin last year."

"what— why would he tell you that?" you held your head in your hands, laughing to yourself.

"hey, does finney still have a thing for donna?" bruce asked spontaneously. "i mean, i never see them hanging out like they used to, y'know?"

"yeah, they stopped liking one another forever ago, in like sixth grade." you answered. "finney didn't go too into detail about it, all he said was that donna wasn't into him like that, and that he couldn't tell us what she said."

"oh, that's a little dramatic, but, i guess it makes sense." bruce shrugged. "hey, do you know how finney learned to dutch braid? amy's been begging all of us to braid her hair for volleyball tournaments, but she wants dutch braids, and none of us know how to dutch braid."

you smirked. "yeah, i taught him how to dutch and french braid, actually."

"you did?" his eyes widened in amazement. "wow, d'you think you could teach me how to braid hair?"

"yeah, sure." you blushed slightly. you split your hair into two and began braiding it from the top, showing bruce how to do each 'hair stitch' as he liked to call them.

"okay, now, your turn!" you grinned.

bruce's smile faltered. "what? no, i can't do this, your side looks so good, and mine is gonna look terrible!"

"come on, you'll do fine!" you tried to cheer him up. "and if it looks terrible, you can try again, it's okay."

bruce looked hesitant, but as he saw the determined look in your eyes, he agreed. "okay, fine. i'll try."

he wasn't all that bad at the dutch braids, in all fairness. he pulled your hair a couple times, but he did well. "wow, so i think all you need to practice is keeping the braid tight. it's a little loose, so it might fall out easily, but it looks good!"

"really?" bruce's eyes brightened. "really, you mean it?" you nodded happily, making his smile grow wider. "thank the lord! i mean, i thought i screwed it up bad, y/n/n!"

"well, you didn't screw it up too bad, don't worry." you checked your wristwatch and saw that it was almost one o'clock. "crap, i gotta go! allie gets annoyed when she's hungry, and i've been gone for like forty-five minutes!"

"oh, shoot." bruce mumbled. "oh, hey! i've got the m&m cookies she likes so you don't have to stop!" you gave him a suspicious look. "i told her that every time she passes a baseball test, she gets a cookie, and she requested these."

you smiled. "so you went out and bought her m&m cookies? you didn't have to do that, y'know?"

"yeah, i know, but it's good motivation!" he shrugged it off like it was nothing, but to you, it meant a lot. he had a really sweet bond with allie— someone who hated meeting new people. she was probably so open to meeting him because he's cute, but still, it was new.

"thank you, bruce." you hugged him, which took him by surprise at first, but he quickly melted into it.

"it's no big deal, really."

you two stood there, hugging one another, until you finally pulled back. feeling brave, you placed a small kiss on his cheek, making him turn bright red.

"okay, see you tomorrow, bye!" you rushed out the door, smiling to yourself. no way i just did that. you thought.

no way she just did that. bruce thought, smiling to himself.

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