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jamminvroomvroom · 2 months

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no more mister shy guy.

OP x fem!reader

in which you can’t work out why he just won’t sleep with you

i am neither normal, nor am i hinged! i hope you guys get the vision, i literally wrote this last night possessed by some feral urge bc i just love oscar sm and i’ve been needing to write for him sooo baaad. enjoy! pls lemme know what you think <3

songs to set the vibes: delicate by taylor swift, good looking by suki waterhouse, my kind of woman by max demarco, feeling myself by wolf alice

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp but also there is some plot? overstimulation, crying in a hot way, choking, unprotected sex (L bozo don’t do that!) the most minor moment of angst, fluff

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you watch him make coffee, daydreaming, balancing your heavy head on your hand. you study him while your free hand taps against the kitchen counter, nails drumming a random beat. sunlight streams through a gap in the curtains, framing him golden. you don’t think he knows how pretty he is.

oscar is oblivious to the way your mind is ticking behind him, twisting the cap on the carton of oat-milk. you hear the plastic fall onto the counter and your tongue wets your lower lip as he reaches up into the cupboard, his back flexing beneath his shirt as he finds your favourite mug. you realise then how swollen your lip is, snapped out of the trance he had you in, the one that had you biting your lip so hard, completely mindlessly.

he’s bulked up over the winter break, filled out a lot over the course of his rookie season. he’s no longer the scrawny, anxious guy you’d met at your fathers work event a year ago, he’s broader, thicker in your hands, utterly delicious. as much as you like the way he looks, you like his mind a whole lot more. if only you knew what was going on inside it.

oscar is an enigma, quiet, hilariously dry, the kindest man you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. you’ve been together since the start of the winter break, november, after awkward run ins and plenty of pining since the start of his first season. you’d travel to races with your dad, a mclaren sponsor, and run into the australian, stare at each other and pretend no one noticed. after months of teasing from lando, oscar finally got the kick up the arse that he needed and you’d said yes to dinner before he’d even finished asking the question.

it’s february now, a week til he needs to be in bahrain. the last three months had been serene, spent with a man made of sunshine, and you’re sad to see him go, as if you won’t be in the emirates a mere four days after him. you fear the way you’ll ache for him, having been inseparable since the dinner that started it all.

but then again, it can’t be worse than the way you ache for him now.

“sweetheart?” oscar is waving his hand in front of your face when you realise he’s been calling your name for a good 15 seconds, and you have, in fact, been staring. hm? you jump, staring at him bewildered. he looks amused. “you okay?” he coos, sliding the coffee across the island towards you.

“yeah, sorry, i, um, i just- why won’t you have sex with me?” you blurt, slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as you realise what you’ve just said.

oscar just blinks, mouth forming a little o, the permanent blush he seems to have increasing tenfold. you instantly feel guilty for ambushing him, but you were at the end of your tether. three months of nothing, nada, zilch. every move you made was refuted, ignored as if he was oblivious. you were ravenous for him, he’s so gorgeous! and you didn’t want to pressure him, but you were starting to feel like there was something wrong with you.

you’d wake up in bed with him wrapped around you, grinding against your ass in his sleep, and you’d revel in it, the rare times that he actually seemed to want you like that. you loved him regardless, of course you did, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need to be… dealt with. urgently.

“i- um- what?” oscar splutters, and the bottom of his mug blinks against the granite.

“is there something wrong with me? am i not pretty enough?” you whisper, shy. “do you just not… like- do you not want to do that?” you ramble.

panic fills his face, and he’s rushing around the island, by your side in an instant. he takes your hands into his, finding your eyes. they’ve grown watery, a mixture of guilt and desperation swirling in them which makes him feel ill.

“baby, no, god no.” he rushes the words out, desperate to convince you that it wasn’t you. “you’re the most beautiful person in the entire world, prettiest girl i ever saw.” he promises. “i’m just… it’s scary.”

“oh, osc.” your face falls, and you want to throw yourself off of the balcony. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to pressure you. if it makes you feel better, i’m scared too. but i love you so much, i just want to feel even closer to you.”

“you didn’t make me feel pressured, i’m just sorry i made you feel unwanted. trust me, i want you like that. drives me insane. but i’ve never had sex before with someone that i love. not the way i love you, anyway. scared that i won’t be good enough for you.” he murmurs.

you’re hung up on the part where you drive him crazy, the part where he loves you like that, and then you remember how vulnerable he’s being, baring his entire soul to you, and you rip yourself from the fantasy.

your hands smooth over his shoulders, until you’re softly fisting a clump of hair at the nape of his neck.

“i love you. insanely. we’ll go slow.” you state. he moulds further against you, and you quickly realise it’s for leverage, because the next thing you know, you’re in his arms. he has his hands hooked under your thighs and he’s kissing you so, so deeply that you’re dizzy. you don’t realise that you’re halfway to his bedroom until he pulls away.

“i don’t wanna go slow anymore.”

oscar places you on your feet at the end of his bed, the large, plush king-sized mattress that is currently calling both of your names. your blouse gets unbuttoned first, his hands shaking in a way that makes you melt, and his lips trail over every inch of bare skin that he uncovers. when it finally falls to the floor, his pupils are blown wide, his hands palming intricate black lace. your jeans are stripped away mercilessly, his hands shaking less now, and you take it as a sign to crawl backwards onto the bed.

he stands there, watching you, apprehensive again. you can see how hard he is, how desperately strained his cock is through the light grey of his sweatpants, and so you switch tactics. your hand grazes your tummy, skimming up your abdomen until you reach a bra strap. you toy with the elastic, holding the kind of eye contact that makes him twitch, tugging it until it hangs loosely off of your shoulder.

“i need you, osc. i trust you.” you utter, soft and enticing. one finger runs under the cup of your bra, flicking over your nipple. he can just about see the hardened bud through the lace of your bra. it’s not enough, though, and every ounce of self control depletes when you whine, “want you inside of me so badly.”

the elastic band snaps and he’s on top of you, rutting between your legs like a man starved. you drag his shirt up and over his shoulder blades, moaning as you feel each and every muscle under your fingertips.

“just wanna make you feel good.” oscar rasps, rolling his hips even harder into your core.

“take these off.” you beg, pulling at the waistband of his joggers. he somehow musters the strength to pry himself off of you, just long enough to discard the uncomfortable material of his sweats, but as soon as he looks down, his plans change.

painted over the crotch of them is a shiny pool of your slick, and when his eyes flit hungrily to your core, he sees where you’ve soaked through your panties. you’re panting when you see the stain, and you just want to get him inside of you, but his priorities have changed. oscar collapses between your legs, head buried, tongue exploring.

he groans, carnal and needy, into the fabric of your underwear, laving his tongue over the lace. your eyes widen as he dives in, licking over the wet patch until he grows frustrated. you hear the tearing of the fabric, feel his big hands pawing at your thighs to spread them as wide as they’ll go. his tongue slides right inside of you and he whines. he fucking whines. the vibration nearly makes you scream. you can’t believe this is your oscar, the same oscar that had quivered with nerves a mere five minutes ago.

“oh my god.” you chant, rolling your hips against his face. you must be all over him by now, what with the way he’s sucking and slurping, obscene sounds of wetness sounding around the room. you’d be blushing a deep red if you weren’t so turned on, shaking against his bedspread which will probably need changing once he’s done with you.

you thought that maybe he was inexperienced and that was the source of his fear, but if he was, you never would have known. he was a natural in between your legs, nipping at your clit to get you even louder for him.

you cum faster than ever, and he’s mumbling something incoherent into your pussy when you do. you’re riding the high, midway through the bliss, when a thick finger slips its way inside of you. oscar realises that he can easily slide another in, and he does. he doesn’t thrust them in and out, he grinds them against your walls, and your mouth falls open as a silent scream forces it’s way out.

you cum a second time, in record time yet again, and he still doesn’t let up. he’s hitting that spot relentlessly with his fingers, keeping your clit between his swollen lips, and you’re begging him. for what, you’re not sure, but you’re whimpering his name like you’re going to die. and what a good way to go this would be.

his eyes meet yours, and he looks unhinged. that’s when you feel it. that all consuming, belly twisting rush.

“oscar!” you try to warn him, but it’s too late, and he knows it. he makes you squirt, because of course he does. the shy guy who was scared that he wouldn’t be able to please you makes you squirt.

he pulls his mouth off of you but keeps his fingers buried deep, eyes fixed on watching the way your pussy convulses.

“holy shit.” you cry. you’re staring down at him like you’ve gone insane. he’s smiling innocently.

“was that good?” he almost sounds shy and you want to kick him.

“are you… are you serious?” you rasp. oscar just shrugs. “get up here.” you reach for him and complies, slotting himself between your legs once more.

oscar resumes the rolls of his hips, and the friction of the grey fabric against your core makes your eyes roll back.

“please, oscar, fuck me.” you whine, his head falling into the crook of your neck. he bites down, leaving behind the sting of his teeth and a faint purple splotch.

“fucking love you.” he slurs, his accent thickening in a way that makes him sound that extra bit fucked out already.

“i love you.” you murmur, forcing his sweats down his legs. his boxers are wet, just like your panties were, and you can’t help but stare. oh, it’s big.

his boxers are peeled down and you can feel yourself throbbing. his cock hangs heavy, red and dripping, painfully hard. you reach for it, looking at him to make sure it’s okay to touch, and he’s rapidly nodding his head. your small hand struggles but you make it work, and his head tips back, exposing his thick neck that you want to suck purple. your hand works over him a few times, and a visible shiver running through his body makes you stop.

“you ready for me?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“please.” you gasp, locking your legs around his waist. “however you want me, ‘m yours.” you breathe.

oscar’s eyes roll back in his head, your words sending his brain blank, and then he’s pushing home, slow and deep.

“fucking hell.” he groans, guttural. you’re so tight, warm, soaking wet. he feels like the biggest idiot in the world for waiting so long for this.

“oh.” you gasp, your eyebrows knitting together. he’s so deep. “so full.” you pant.

“can you take it, sweetheart?” oscar’s lips bump your jaw. “want you to take it.” you nod profusely, desperate to hear him run his mouth even further. your eyes clench shut when you feel him move, just the tiniest bit, readjusting.

“move.” you plead. he’s staring down at you, watching every single micro movement of your face.

oscar pulls out the smallest bit and thrusts back in, nice and slow. the drag drives you feral, the weight of him on top of you makes you weak. you want to stay like this until the end of days.

“good?” he hisses, trying to keep composed. he’s finally inside of you, claiming you as his in the most intimate way of all. he tries not to think about how many times he could have had you begging under him in the last three months.

“so good, so good.” you repeat, pushing your hips up to try and meet his.

“so pretty like this for me. always so, so pretty.” he rambles. he realises that he never quite made it as far as getting your bra off, and he needs to see all of you. the cups are tugged haphazardly down, and oscar stares at your breasts like he’s never seen tits before. you hear him hum, low and greedy, and then you feel the wet drag of his tongue across your nipple.

the animalistic whine that he rips from you makes him thrust harder, upping his pace a bit. he can hear how much wetter you get when he picks up his pace, and he changes up his rhythm, pushing all the way in and dragging out again at lightning speed. your jaw goes slack and your eyes are damp.

“baby, what’s wrong?” oscar slows to a stop, and you want to scream.

“no, no, no, keep going.” you choke out, your throat constricting with a sob. “it’s so good. feel so good.” you sound drunk, all for him, and he loses his mind completely.

he taps into that athletic stamina, fucking into you with a newfound vigour that you didn’t think was humanly possible, and you feel things that you didn’t even know you could feasibly feel. you see stars behind your eyes, his face, and nothing else but bright white. calloused fingers find your clit, and you wonder fleetingly if he’s trying to kill you when he rubs messy shapes into the much too overstimulated bud. his teeth graze your nipple, and everything seems to come together perfectly.

thick tears run hot down your cheeks, only to be licked away by eager tongue. your belly tightens, aflame for him; he’s wound your body up perfectly and you’ve never in your life teetered so dangerously over the edge.

“can feel you, baby. want you to cum, okay? ‘n then i’m gonna fill you up.” oscar grunts. you clamp down on him even tighter, thanking god for oscar’s filthy fucking mouth and birth control, and then everything snaps.

you think you scream, you know that you’re sobbing, and your throat is raw when the wave hits. oscar keeps going, intensifying your pleasure, and when he finally let’s go, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing you’ve ever seen. it’s surreal, the way his neck flexes, eyes clenched tight, brown locks flopping over his sweat damped forehead. and the sounds he makes, god. he’s muttering into your ear, lewd and shameless, and a fifth orgasm nearly takes you under.

“gonna need you everyday like this, tight fucking pussy, all mine. can’t live without this now. fucking perfect.” he’s rambling, burrowing deep into you one last time. you feel his warmth spilling into you, feel his hot breath fanning your face. he licks into your awaiting mouth.

“fuck.” you giggle, breathless.

“good?” he raises an eyebrow, grinning bashfully.

“more than worth the wait.” you whisper, mustering the strength to lift your head just enough so that you can peck his lips. “you better not hold out on me ever again though.” oscar laughs at that and you feel the rumble in your flushed chest.

“you promise?” there’s the shy guy again.

“osc, honey, that was the best. ever. ever. need you to be mr sex god more often.”

“only if you behave for me.” he smirks down at you.

“there he is.” you sigh happily.

when he snakes his way back between your legs, lapping up the mess he’s made, and then some, you wonder just what you’ve unleashed.

whoops? lol

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steviewashere · 2 months

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Rhetorics and Bad Days

Rating: General CW: None apply! Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Season 4, Hurt/Comfort, Steve Harrington Has a Bad Time, Steve Harrington is an Ugly Crier, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Forehead Kisses, Slight Love Confessions, Getting Together (Sorta Kinda/More Implied Afterwards)

Tripped and fell last night and wrote 3.2k words. Inspired by @scoops-aboy86 idea and my stupid little headcanon from this post!

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It seems like everyday was a bad day when you were somebody like Steve Harrington. Considering the good majority of his life the last four years, give or take, has been a cartwheel of nightmares and torture and blood and injuries—And, well. Obviously he has bad days.

Though, typically, it can be resolved and done over with a hot shower, maybe some stupid movie that he honk-laughs at, a warm blanket and a freshly dried pillowcase. Little things. Little good things that are able to calm him some, at least. Give him something else to think of, at most. He doesn’t have to do anything like cry or breakdown or yell until his voice is hoarse, that’s what he tells himself. Because, what’s been ingrained in his head, men don’t cry. Men don’t get hysterical. Men don’t break that emotional mold.

Though those words are definitely booming and deep and flat like his dad’s. That’s not his brain. Those aren’t his words. But it sure as hell is what he’s been exposed to for far too long.

And maybe that’s why, standing in the barren living room of his brand new (albeit worn down, caulked heavily, all too warm) apartment, he finds the rhetoric silenced. In a fresh space. With crooked blinds and awfully filled tack holes. A kitchen fit for a (former) king. Little breakfast nook that only allows for two dining chairs under the south facing windows. Barely any sunlight able to stream through. His bedroom cramped with just a queen sized mattress placed haphazardly on the floor, definitely crushing some well-loved Playboy magazines, crooked to the wall at his head because the movers carrying it were too tired from the recently odd mid-fall heat, and a decently sized freshly made spiderweb in the corner—he shivers at the thought of something alive and crawling watching him sleep at night. And the glorious bathroom—preemptively marked with darkened piss stains on the floor and a smell birthed from over-indulgence on alcohol.

It’s his, though. Well, his and Eddie’s.

Eddie has his own bedroom, similar size to Steve’s (think of a shoebox used to bury that poor hamster from your youth, dead from eating too many baseball cards), ceiling light stained with god worshipping moths, and a window that half-opens if he jiggles it the right way. They share that grimy bathroom. And he brought the living room couch, something that had been sitting on his and Wayne’s back porch for some time, definitely a little mud stained and mildew smelling from rain, but it’s not the worst. Not the best. Not even good. But it’s their space, freed from the confines of Hawkins, new and shiny for all of Indianapolis to see.

The rhetoric is gone in Steve’s brain. Like skin shed from his sunburned body. Peeling and crackling to every surface he finds himself on or leaning against or standing with. It evades him. Leaves him with something viciously young and terribly hungry.

Steve Harrington is prone to bad days. Bad weeks. Bad things.

The unfortunate luck begins anew an exact week from when they move in.

October 20th, 1986 is his first day back at Family Video. He’d been transferred, referred much to Keith’s dismay, but probably his pleasure, too. (Considering how immediate his response had been to Steve’s question.) But it was his first day back. Didn’t need to be trained. Just hooked like a fish to deceased worm bait, thrown out to the river that is their block’s neighbors and strangers and mere acquaintances that feel no better or worse about having new people take residency on their street, but he’s also not reeled back in at the end of his shift. If anything, he’s tangled in his own wire, flopping, gasping for water, drying to the gravel by the shallow give of the river’s flow. He is stranded behind the register. Returning customers telling him he should know what they like, or what discount they need, or how many movies they’ve checked out previously. That he should know that a particular customer is friends with the owner of the Family Video he so sorely resides in. But he doesn’t, of course he doesn’t. So he makes do. He powers through it. Feigns mundane annoyance like gum flavorless between his teeth, though he’s biting his tongue to not sob.

That’s not where the bad ends. No. Of course not.

He’s within walking distance to their apartment. Which should be fine. In fact, it’s incredibly handy because even if he were running late to work, he could blame it on something stupid. (‘My key broke off in the lock, had to bother the landlord.’ ‘Yeah, had a leak in the bathroom this morning, have to report it just in case it tries to flood the downstairs neighbors.’ ‘It’s odd, seems like the lock loves to devour my keys.’ Nervous laughter.) But just because he’s within walking distance does not mean that life is plainly simple. No, what happens is he gets soaked with dirty road rain water. Was it mentioned that it’s been raining all day? No? Well, it has been. And it’s a downpour. Forecast said it would happen tonight, not midday, not while he’s trying to power walk home so he can make the peanut butter and jelly sandwich of his dreams. But it does. Because of course. And some asshole, screaming out their window to tell him that he should’ve worn a raincoat, speeds by. Coating him from collarbone to toe in the mucky rainwater of a city that’s too busy for a place like bumfuck Indiana. At least in Hawkins everybody knows your name; at least they have the common decency to let you stroll on by before they make a major move like that. But in a city bustling with busy, selfish, awful people—because aren’t all city inhabitants like this, should he have realized something like this was bound to happen? Well, he did. Just didn’t think it would take less than a month for it to occur.

Sopping wet. Exhausted and burnt out. Hungry like a rabid stray dog. He walks briskly. Skipping over the cracks and lines in the sidewalk, no matter how much disdain he tastes for his mother. Missing freshly spat out gum by mere centimeters. Shoulder checking a few too slow pedestrians, their sneering faces burning into his back. And the next awful thing comes in like a planned prank on some mocking little sitcom show. Dog shit. Pure dog shit, brown and putrid and soft on the sole of his right Adidas Superstar. His brand new shoes. The shoes he got himself less than a month ago. Shoes that he had been eyeing for years, but couldn’t muster the courage or the reason to buy them. And now there’s dog shit on the bottom of his shoe. He smears it on the concrete, squishing it further into the ridges of his sole, scraping it against the harsh ground. Tries his best. Checks the bottom of the shoe precariously. And without missing a beat…topples down onto his ass, thankfully away from the smeared shit, but down onto the ground nonetheless. He prickles, stands up on his shaky legs, dusts off his ass, and storms the rest of the way home.

Maybe he shouldn’t slam the door. But it’s barely anything in comparison to the rest of his day. He shouldn’t do it. He knows that it could get them a noise complaint. Though, the way it vibrates against his back, settling deep into the wood, stepping out of his sneakers to wash in the tub in a few—it’s all too good.

The anger begins to dissipate from him in just that small action.

Then, again like a well-mannered sitcom scene, in barrels Eddie from his bedroom. Arms crossed over his chest, hip popped to the side, harsh scowl to his face. “Man, are you fucking serious?” He spits.

“What?” Steve asks, panting, breathless, absolutely done with today. With tomorrow. With the rest of this week.

“I told you this morning that I was going to be studying in my room! All day! Told you that I wanted it to be quiet, and the first thing you do when you get home is slam the door shut?!” He growls. Snarling, he continues, “And what about the noise complaints?! We can’t afford any of those, we need this place! Could you not—“

Steve pushes past him, shoes in hand, work bag slung down like a bomb to the floor. Leaving its contents scattered. A copy of Airplane! on VHS, some stickers reading ‘Be kind, rewind’, measly three dollars, and his Family Video vest. All of it strewn about their place. Pooling murky water on the surface, just as Steve’s clothes were dripping everywhere else. He closes himself in the bathroom, but doesn’t lock the door. In fact, that stupid fucking lock doesn’t even work. Nothing works. He stays in there anyway. Really, they should clean in here. Clorox the hell out of every surface. Maybe see if the piss stains will come up with a harshly gripped mop. But instead of those important things, he tosses his sneakers into the bathtub, and sits with his head in his hands on the closed toilet lid. Mushy socks to the tiled floor. Pants uncomfortably drying and chafing on his legs. Underwear like a second skin to his balls. His polo tight across his back and terribly moist.

Shoves his palms harsh into his eyes and whistles through his nose. “Fuck,” he mutters, lip wobbling with the word.

A tentative knock to the door startles him. “Steve?” Eddie’s voice rings out. It’s murmured, careful, testing the syllables on his tongue. “Hey, can I come in? I’m—“ He sighs, the anger he had before blowing away from him. “I’m sorry,” he sincerely apologizes. “I’m sorry that my first instinct was to get mad. I—“

“Just come in,” he croaks. It’s not very loud, but it must be enough because Eddie pushes the door open mere seconds later.

He sighs, mouth downturning when he sees Steve on the toilet. Meekly holds up Steve’s also brand new messenger bag. Stained like the tiled flooring under their socked feet. It’s sodden and depressing. “Hey,” he mutters.

Steve just hums in return. Looking up to Eddie from the toilet, he must be a sorry sight. All soaking wet, spine hunched and scrunched in a horrifically twisted amalgamation, hair limp in his eyes. Something has to read on him for Eddie to be gazing at him the way he is. All big eyes and sorry mouth and his shoulders slouched like he’s admitting defeat. Part of Steve doesn’t want him to, wants him to keep getting riled, yelling about their lease and the slammed doors and the forgetfulness that seems to flow through Steve just as easily as blood. Wants to be called names. Wants to have a non-delicate conversation about how much of a screw-up he is, how he should’ve listened to his father and never moved away, why he’s a disaster of a person. Tell Steve all the ways in which he’s deserving of the bad days. Deserving of their frequency. Deserving of misery.

“Are you—No, you probably aren’t, but I’m asking anyway. Are you okay, Steve?”

That—Well, that breaks something in him. The final block on his wobbling tower of everything and too much. Under his skin, like weak twigs, his ribs are snapping. Crumbling beneath him to make room for the way his lungs expand with the need to gasp. The need to hiccup his way through a terrible explanation.

His mouth twitches, lips pursing. Looks away. “I—“ Steve rasps. “No,” he sobs.

Warmth crowds him, all too sudden and all too much. Hands gravitating to his magnetic pull. Squeezing his shoulder and pushing back his stringy hair. Though, immediately and dizzyingly, he is reminded of that stupid rhetoric. He shouldn’t follow it. Shouldn’t even allow it to have the vice grip it does on his brain.

But he shakes Eddie off, standing uneasily from the toilet, walking around him. He paces into the kitchen, hungry and shaking and needed to do something. Get his energy out one way or another. Fight off the tears, no matter how relieving they would be. Clatters through the cupboards. Finds the cheap, shitty, generic white bread. And an already half-eaten jar of peanut butter, odd peaks and valleys in it as if somebody’s been chowing down on it with a spoon. That doesn’t matter, though. At least there’s any peanut butter at all.

Eddie’s not too far behind him. Standing in the kitchen’s entryway, hands floating in front of him, reaching out for Steve. “Hey, Stevie, I can make you a sandwich. Y’know, if you want to change out of your clothes. Must be uncomfortable,” he’s placating.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Steve lies to himself. Because he needs this to be true. Just this one good thing. One thing he can do for himself. Make something he wants to eat. Something he’s been thinking about all day. Something that plasters an easy enough smile to his already half-puffy face, tears encroaching and sobs clawing their way up to his throat. But when he grabs for the jelly, “Are you fucking kidding me?” He slams the door of the fridge closed. No jar in sight. Not a single kind. No marmalade or strawberry jam or even the nasty grape jelly he bought for when Robin visits. There’s nothing. “Are you—“ He groans, huffs, and hiccups.

Attempting to cover himself, he shoves his hand to his forehead, shielding his eyes.

The one thing he can’t let Eddie see, because crying is going to happen whether Steve likes it or not, is that he’s an ugly crier. The ugliest, and he knows that. All bubbled snot and dripping its residue over his top lip. Lips bitten red raw from muffling the sobs. Spit burbled in the corners of his mouth. Choking on wet gasps, hiccuping with his whole body, trying to drink the air around him. Skin going splotchy red and hideously swollen, the swelling still apparent even two hours later.

With the first sob, he knows it won’t be possible to hide this breakdown. Eddie’s already inching closer, hands still out in front of him. Steve is a wounded animal, it seems like. He cries loud and shameful, mouth dropped open, his saliva bubbling between his teeth. Already choking on his first gasp.

“It’ll be alright, Stevie,” Eddie tries to soothe, “We can get more jelly, it’s alright.”

“No,” Steve cries, “No! It’s not—“ A series of short, hiccuping, wet gasps. Followed then by a snotty snort, bubbled and causing his breath to whistle. “Such a bad day,” he attempts to explain, voice keening, high pitched in the back of his throat. “Everybody was so mean—Clothes are—All wet and gross—“ Heavy swallow like trying to consume large shards of glass. He flaps his hands at his sides, scrunching them, trying to squeeze himself back to his ordinary box. But instead, more snorting sobs leave him.

Eddie places a warm hand on the back of Steve’s neck. Thumb digging into a knot that’s forming. He puts his other palm on his bare arm, coaxing him over to one of the dining chairs. Settles him down and crouches in front of his sob-riddled, hiccuping, contorting body. Holding Steve’s face with one hand, he reaches for the crumpled bandana in his back pocket, raising it between them. “Look at me, Stevie baby,” he murmurs, “Let me help you.” Steve drags his eyes away from where they’d been zeroed in on the floor. Locking with Eddie’s own sad and soft gaze. “There you are,” Eddie whispers. He gently strokes Steve’s cheek with the edge of his bandana. Gliding it over his skin, patting at the drying tear tracks. His other hand, thumb wedged near the corner of Steve’s mouth, wipes away at the spittle. “I’m sorry you had a bad day,” he mutters, “But we’ll get it back on track, alright? You’ll be okay, sweetheart. I promise you’ll be okay.”

Steve’s lips wobble. “I thought you were mad,” he nasally whispers. “Why are you being nice to me?”

Stopping his slow and careful work, Eddie stares in heartbreaking dismay. “You deserve nice things, Steve. It doesn’t matter that I was mad. I’m not mad anymore.” And then he runs his bandana over the snot trails under Steve’s nose. Looking on with an odd mix of sadness and reverence. Thumb not even wiping anything away anymore, simply caressing over Steve’s heated, swollen skin.

He swallows glass again. Blinks sluggishly. Calmed down, oddly. This is probably the quickest cry he’s ever had. He chuckles, “God, I’m such an ugly crier, man.” Sighs. “Can’t believe you’re willingly wiping at my snot right now. ’T’s nice.”

“Stop being so hard on yourself, sweetheart. I don’t even think you’re ugly.”

Steve snorts. “Yeah, right.”

“What—I’m being honest!” Eddie quietly exclaims. He shifts the hand on Steve’s jaw, palm cupping his cheek, fingers splayed over his ear, holding him in a sweet yet fragile way. “Steve, you’re, like, gorgeous. I hate seeing you so upset, but you’re like an angel or something when you cry.” He draws his bandana away, but brings it back to cover the end of Steve’s nose. “Blow into this,” he instructs. And so Steve does, blowing out whatever didn’t already leave him in his crying episode. Eddie pulls it back again, not even grimacing at what is surely a squelching snot-covered mess in his hand. He massages his fingers into the hair around Steve’s ear. Gazing. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispers, reiterating. “And you deserve nice things, especially after what a clusterfuck of a day you must’ve had. And you deserve to breakdown every once in a while. Don’t have to hide just because you think you shouldn’t cry or because you’re ‘ugly’ or whatever.”

“Thanks, Eds,” Steve squeaks. Face flushing with heat, gratefully not from tears. He flashes a small smile, modest but there, for the first time today. “You really mean all that? Even when you called me sweetheart?”

Eddie is bashful, smile stretching, going red in the face, tilting his head as if assessing. But the lovesick sheen to his eyes says he’s already made up his mind. “Yeah,” he murmurs, careful and devoted, “yeah, baby. I do mean all that I said.”

“Can I have one more good thing?” Steve tentatively asks.

“What’s that?”

He touches between his eyebrows. “Forehead kiss?” (And sure, maybe he does pout a little, but can you blame him?)

Eddie, without missing a beat, leans forward, fiercely cupping Steve’s cheek, pressing a slightly damp kiss to Steve’s skin. Then under his eyes. The tip of his nose. Corner of his mouth. Pulls back, whispering, “You can have all the kisses you want, sweetheart.” Still caressing Steve, he offers, “How ‘bout I go get you some new jelly while you take a warm bath? And when you’re out, clean clothes and not shivering, we can curl up on the couch and watch that movie you got?”

“Okay,” Steve mutters.

“Okay,” Eddie murmurs back. He presses one more kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “Let’s make this a good day, baby.”

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#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington is an ugly crier #hurt/comfort

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coffeelovinggayidiot · 6 months

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Gonna take a short break from the internet to do a rewatch of friends and some other movies because this one hit hard.

I first watched Friends at my friend's house, and we watched The One Where Everybody's Late. I don't remember too much of my reactions to that episode, other than that I really liked the awkward sarcastic one. I told my dad when I came home that day that I watched Friends, and he got so excited, and he asked me who my favorite character was. I didn't remember their names at all (especially not Chandler) so I just said "The funny one" and my dad knew.

But I didn't keep watching Friends, because I had other shows to watch. I still knew the general idea (who couldn't), but I didn't have the time or attention span to watch ten seasons of a show.

And then my parents divorced. I was living with my mom, visiting my dad on the weekends, and I needed some comfort.

So I watched the first episode of Friends. Then the second. And before I knew it I'd finished the first three seasons and I was in love with this show.

Now, when I started the series, I knew I was going to like Chandler. He fit the bill for the type of character I gravitated towards perfectly. But something about the stories he was written into, his relatability, his quick wit, and Mathew's truly incredible delivery of each and every line, it all made me fall in love (and my crush certainly didn't help).

And then I watched season four, and the final episode had Chandler and Monica get together.

Up till that moment, I liked Chandler because he was relatable, and that made it easy to laugh at his struggles. I loved him because I could so easily imagine myself making the same mistakes, and using the same quick wit to avoid confronting my flaws.

But in season four, right at the last episode, there was a shift. Chandler's character went from a relatable figure who was unable to find a true sense of happiness, to one who was on the road to a life filled with it.

Soon, I watched Chandler find love with Monica, find peace with his quirks, reconnect with his family, find a fulfilling career, and start a family.

And as I watched this character, who I found so relatable, find himself, I realized that I could do that too.

And that gave me hope.

I wrote a Friends fanfiction (which I won't link because it's 18+), and it was my best work. I got so many of my friends here on tumblr into friends (hey @catboyrichardkarinsky ). I found a new way to connect with my teachers, friends, and even therapists.

All thanks to Friends. All thanks to this awkward, sarcastic, hopeless, hope-filled, character.

All thanks to Chandler.

One thing that took me so long to do was finish Friends. Not because I was slow in watching it, but because I didn't want to watch that last episode. I didn't want to say goodbye to these characters.

But you have to say goodbye. Because that's how life works, whether someone told you that or not.

So, goodbye Mathew Perry. You and your character changed mine and so many other people's lives, and we will all miss you. You will always be our Friend.

#f.r.i.e.n.d.s #mathew perry #chandler bing #I'm going to finally read his book now #and to think YESTERDAY I was making jokes about how his character is bisexual... oh my god

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marsssbarrrr · 1 year

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League of Villians Boys x All-Mights Daughter Reader Headcannons

yes i thought of these while rewatching season 6 shhhhh

SEASON 6 SPOILERS

Shigaraki

the two of you absolutely met while he was trying to kill you

he showed up at your apartment in the middle of the night and had you against the wall, four fingers on your face

you caught him off-guard when you smiled

“do it.”

“excuse me?”

“you heard me. do it. got nothing left to live for anyways.”

he just kinda recruited you after that

you’re quirkless but you’re good with all that techy shit

you’re able to hack into UA’s defenses and get them info that wouldn’t be available to them otherwise

he just kinda falls for you at some point

and you always kinda liked him

things move pretty slow, but he’s very possessive

you don’t realize this until about a month in

you were walking late at night when a group of guys tried to jump you

he was watching you and dusted them before you could even get a word in

bottom line, he loves you and he would do anything if it means protecting you from scumbags and heroes

anything.

Dabi

you met when you were kids

your dad was unintentionally neglectful, and he’d dragged you to some hero convention

endeavor dragged touya too

you were roughly 16, he was 17

you snuck off with him onto some secluded balcony to smoke some weed and you both just sat there

maybe you vented to each other, maybe you sat in silence

one thing stays the same though: neither of you were your father’s successors anymore, neither of you the star pupils

when he went missing, you really didn’t think anything of it. you weren’t close, but you still hoped he’d be okay

you met again years later, 21 and 22

a league member and the number one hero’s daughter

he found you in a subway, you were on your way home from a college class

when you got together, he kept you secret from the league

toga could absolutely tell something was up though

the league ended up on the run after a while, touya was always out trying to recruit people

that’s what the league thought anyway

in reality, he spent a majority of his time with you

after a while, after all for one took over shigaraki’s body, you touya didn’t visit anymore

you you found them during spinner’s very moving speech

everyone’s heads whipped toward you.

shit, all might’s daughter. they were screwed

“what’re you doing here, doll face?”

“making sure you aren’t dead.”

everyone was mildly confused and felt a little betrayed at first

eventually, they accepted you

but only after you killed that eavesdropping hero

dabi isn’t exactly possessive, per say

he just wants you safe

he knows what it’s like to have someone be overbearing, after all

he loves you, you love him

secretly, he loves that he corrupted the former number one hero’s daughter

what a slap in the face to society, right?

Compress

he saved your ass from being mugged

absolutely he did you can’t change my mind

you admired him for a while after that

your dad was confused when you became more closed off, but he didn’t really have the time to worry

he was more focused on deku. always was

neglectful parents, am i right?

compress saw how much it hurt and comforted you

you left to join the league and be with him

they accepted you with open arms

compress is all about PDA

he holds your hand, hugs you, peppers your face with kisses

when bakugo was kidnapped, he yelled at you specifically

how the hell could the number one hero’s daughter betray society like that?

compress held you that night

he’s just so doting

he steals you expensive things, usually jewelry

he just wants his princess to have everything she deserves

one night, up on the roof of that run-down shack the league was holed up in, i press found you

“what’s wrong, love?”

“…my dad. he reached out.”

you’d been gone for months

he’d only just realized you were gone

what a stand-up father.

compress sat beside you all night up on that roof

he just wants his girl to be alright

Spinner

you were the first person to look at him like he was just any other person

because of his past, that hit him hard

he was hooked fast

you weren’t willing to leave and join the league

but you bonded over your fondness for stain’s ideology

you’d both experienced first-hand how fucked society was, after all

he’s not big on pda, but in private?

he’s all over you

he hugs you from behind while you’re cooking, holds you close to him while watching things on the tv

“that smells amazing, hon.”

“i know, it’s your favorite.”

you love the shit out of him

you hold him when he’s going through touch shit, and he does the same

it hit you hard when he stopped coming around

they were on the run, not much you could do about that

still hurt, though

he somehow still finds the time to leave you gifts and notes while you’re sleeping

he can never bring himself to wake you

after all this time, even after being evacuated to UA, you still love the stupid fucker

no matter how much time you spend apart

#my hero acedamia #my hero x reader #mha headcanons #mha x reader #dabi x reader #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #spinner x reader #compress x reader #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction

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sleepyheadd0 · 8 months

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tmnt 2012: splinter projecting himself and shredder onto leo and raph

a rant / analysis

1.4k words; unedited

under cut

WRITING THIS AT LIKE 5:30AM BECAUSE I PHYSICALLY CANNOT GET THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN WHY HAVEN'T I SEEN PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THIS

okay okay, im gonna try to talk about this as clearly and concisely as i can. 2012 splinter is projecting his relationship with shredder onto leo and raph. people have probably talked about this but i just wanna explain my point of view on this.

so. as the story goes, shredder (also known as oroku saki) was found by splinter's (also known as hamato yoshi) father after the foot clan was defeated. splinter's dad adopted shredder and raised him as his own, having splinter and shredder be brothers. we all know this (i assume).

we also know that splinter and shredder's relationship, while always competitive, doubled down on that (and even became bitter and spiteful, even on both sides at points), when tang shen is added into the mix. as the story goes, both splinter and shredder fall in love with tang shen, but she falls in love with splinter, and so shredder gets all pissy and violence occurs. since they couldn't come to an agreement, tang shen died and miwa (now known as karai) was literally kidnapped by shredder.

but what does this have to do with leo and raph? lemme tell you what

leo and raph, in the very beginning of the series (literally the pilot), are introduced to us to be butting heads, even after sparring is over. as the pilot continues, raph is bitter that leo was chosen as leader, even though raph was physically stronger than leo. even after it was proved that raph couldn't be leader (and leo got to stay leader), there was always some sort of tension between the two throughout the course of the series (or at least up to season four, i have yet to find a way to watch season five and watch their dynamic during then. but i figure, given the clips ive seen, that their tension seemed to mellow out in that final season.)

do you see any parallels there? because i do

so. two brothers, training to be ninjas in the hamato clan. growing up, they were always butting heads, but that's not to say there was any malicious intent in that. then, one day, something the both of them want is added. (tang shen for splinter and shredder, leadership for leo and raph.) this only causes more tension to grow between them, causing their previous unharmful headbutting to take a turn for something a bit more hurtful. next, this special something is chosen for the more responsible brother. (tang shen falling in love with splinter, and it being proven that leo is the only brother with the mental ability to lead the team.) this, of course, only deepens the hot headed brother's bitterness; which in turn makes this brother act out in aggression towards the responsible brother. (shredder attempting to murder splinter, and raph having less self control when training against leo. (if im not wrong, there's an episode where raph's anger gets the best of him, and he goes too far on training with leo. if anyone can confirm that, that would be great lmao).).

so why do i say splinter is projecting this relationship onto leo and raph? great question.

as seen throughout the series, it's not all that difficult to see how splinter has farm more of a relationship with leo than he does raph, donnie, and mikey. the blatant favoritism is, due to what i believe, is seeing his younger self in leo. he's hardworking, responsible, reliable, diligent, and would do anything for the hamato clan / family. this is how we saw splinter himself act when the turtles went back in time when they first met renet. and if it's true that splinter saw his younger self in leo, then he very easily could've been seeing shredder's younger self in raph.

raph, being impulsive, having a short fuse, being very physically powerful, butting heads with the responsible brother, those are all traits that shredder had when he was younger. even the way that leo and raph's relationship dynamic was, it was parallel to splinter and shredder's. and when splinter declared leo the leader, that parallel became even more apparent.

but, splinter had already seen first hand how that parallel ended the first time: death, loss, and overall tragedy. and so, i believe splinter decided to try and nip the problem in the bud.

with raph, we can see splinter time and time again trying to mellow raph's anger; to have him bottle it up instead of letting it be a part of him and learning to control it. the biggest example i can think of is the episode "turtle temper", one of, if not the first proper non pilot episode of the entire series. not only does splinter set raph up for failure with his training exercise, but he literally told raph a story of him and shredder, and how the shredder exploited splinter's anger. even though splinter was comparing shredder to someone else, the use of a story about splinter and shredder leads me to believe that splinter could be using those experiences, in more ways than the one shown in "turtle temper", to help splinter parent raph and leo. now, while not actively villainizing raph, splinter still does paint raph's anger issues in a darker light than what they are.

and on the flip side, how does this affect splinter's parenting of leo? well, splinter already saw what happened if that parallel went on, and it only led to death and suffering. and with tang shen literally sacrificing herself to save splinter, i feel as though splinter could believe he failed tang shen and miwa. so with splinter being splinter, he tried to teach leo to not fail in the ways splinter believes he did. the harshness and strictness, far more one on one time spent with leo on screen, hell, even telling leo he'll have to take splinter's job as both a mentor and father to his brothers when splinter passes? it's hard for me to not believe splinter is projecting onto leo. this is simply because splinter just doesn't want history repeating; he doesn't want another shredder created out of his son.

but, from what clips ive seen of season 5, it wasn't even necessary. leo and raph do get along while splinter isn't there to project, and that's even happened a bit in the space arc. (only major argument i remember between them in that arc is when they were on the corrupted planet.)

because leo and raph AREN'T splinter and shredder... they're LEO AND RAPH.

they're different people with different morals and motivations. but splinter didn't quite see that.

also, when the tang shen situation was happening, i feel like grandpa hamato was kinda pushed in between the conflict between splinter and shredder; unable to choose just one side to support, but getting pushed to the back either way. i think this parallels with donnie and mikey; they can't chose between leo and raph to support all the time, because they're their brothers. but they get pushed to the back and out of focus; and now also out of splinter's focus specially.

now i have seen those ending clips of season five, and i believe this can be seen as why splinter only hugged leo and karai.

-leo: he still saw himself in. but now, he could also see the success that he himself was unable to achieve.

-karai: his daughter, the one he thought he lost due to the conflict between him and shredder. she was one of the driving forces in the conflict, and came out still on splinter's side.

-raph: while splinter still loves raph dearly, just as i assume he still loves shredder dearly, the dark legacy of the shredder still taints his view of raph unintentionally.

-donnie and mikey: like his father, he loves them both dearly. but, like their grandfather, they ultimately got pushed to the side unintentionally. still loved greatly, just not the main priority.

now, do i think this is all canon? no, it's like 99% likely to not me. i was probably really reaching with this, and it could've just been completely unintentional by writers and just came about because of recycled conflicts. but it is now 6:34 am so i don't care.

thanks for reading lolzies.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 analysis #tmnt 2012 rant #tmnt 2012 splinter #tmnt 2012 shredder #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 donnie #tmnt 2012 mikey #tmnt 2012 karai #tmnt analysis #tmnt rant #sleepys rambles #sleepyheadd.0

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Gav and Cai Hira and Kiyoi Teh and Oh

aka my top 3 and TanBun or KornKnock for the grown and sexy

Absolutely zero chill. Four pairs?? I think you're just gonna get me firing from the hip.

Gavreel and Cairo

When it comes to BL, the Philippines won when it came to tackling how the pandemic affected connection and romance. I really like presentation of developing a crush on a streamer and just going for it with these two. I'm still waiting for my proper gamers BL, but this is a good first outing.

I think what I like so much about what we got from these two is how temporary so much of their lives feels. They want to be together. They want to commit. However, life won't let them. Gav can't stay here and be okay because he's running out of money and honestly isn't that well right now. Cairo is still grieving his dad, and he has a lot of growing up to do.

They're one of the rare pairs that I want to be together in the future who I am glad are forced to take a break when we see them part.

Hira and Kiyoi

I think the best thing about this show and this pairing was the reveal that Kiyoi was also obsessed with Hira from the moment their eyes first locked. I also really like that Kiyoi is a bottom who wants it.

We've been lucky with these two that we got to see them three times, and I like how much stronger Yagi has gotten as an actor each time, and how Hagiwara has grown as a creator and storyteller. These two seem to really understand that they have two characters who struggle to say what's necessary to each other in a way that reaches the other.

I loved in Season 2 when Kiyoi realized that Hira was still worshiping him as a god and freaked the fuck out about it, storming out of the house. That he was in the living room the next morning waiting for Hira to come and talk to him, only to get annoyed again was perfect. We get fairly decent payoff for Hira finally facing his own ego when it comes to Kiyoi in the movie, and these two remain among my favorites.

Also, Yagi Yusei really is that beautiful.

Teh and Oh

I just know if I was part of MoRaoYuLok I would have a side chat where we just bitched about these two.

Teh is such an asshole sometimes, and Oh is really so patient with his nonsense. I always lament that Teh is so unsociable that he struggles to maintain a lot of friendships, and it's why that snake Jai was able to get in there and fuck up his life. Still, Teh isn't off the hook for his own shit. He's always struggled with jealousy when it comes to Oh, and he's always worried about falling behind him.

Oh is just so naturally gifted and has an irresistible natural charm. He knows he's beautiful, and he knows how people see yet, and yet he's only ever looking at Teh. We should all be so lucky.

I think about that translation scene in episode 3 of ITSAY regularly, and how that is probably one of the best moments we've ever had in BL. These two really captured a love that feels bigger than their bodies can contain.

Tan and Bun

I'll talk about Tan and Bun since it's been too long since I watched Together With Me and cannot remember them that clearly anymore.

Tan was so ridiculous this entire show, and I'll never get over Bun being ACAB as fuck the whole time. Bun never forgot that he was trying to solve this case for his bestie who they murdered, but he knew she would want him to get some ass along the way.

Tan said absolutely insane shit to Bun literally every episode. He even shot that man off a cliff. Somehow he still won. Incredible.

Send Me a Ship and I'll Share My Thoughts

#answered #ask game #manner of death #i told sunset about you #gameboys the series #my beautiful man #utsukushii kare

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allthingsfangirl101 · 1 year

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Falling For Make-Believe–Joe Keery

My entire life, all I wanted was a fairytale romance. That came crashing down when my parents divorced. Mom got custody of me and we got the house. Dad tried to be involved in my life but eventually, all I got from him was a birthday card in the mail and a check, a Christmas present sent in the mail, and the monthly alimony check.

The divorce was rough. Dad was cheating on Mom because of her drinking and shopping addictions. Mom claimed she was always drinking or shopping because Dad was always at work. I wasn't really surprised that neither one of them wants to take the responsibility for the divorce. I guess I should be happy neither one of them blamed me.

How could they? Neither one of them was around long enough to blame me.

Four years ago I started working on set for Stranger Things. I started out a normal assistant for anyone and everyone on set but eventually, I got promoted to personal assistant for the woman in charge of costumes. In between seasons, I've been going to the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising or FIDM. I hope to eventually work as a costume designer.

Over the last four years, I've become great friends with the cast. Specifically Joe Keery. Maybe it's because we're the same age. Maybe it's because when we first met, neither one of us was really sure what we wanted. Joe was hesitant about his role and I was hesitant about my job. We bonded over venting and drunkenly blurting out our insecurities.

Over the last season, I've noticed Joe slightly start to change. He's made a bigger effort to stop by and say hi every morning. When he comes in for a fitting or to get something fixed, he spends the entire time asking me about school and the next step I had to take in my career.

With all the time Joe spent with me, I soon realized that I was falling in love with him.

I tried putting it off for as long as possible, but it was useless. Joe was too easy to fall in love with. Every time he'd make me laugh or make me smile or make me feel like the only woman in the world, I'd hear my mother's voice and would snap out of it.

"Don't fall in love, Y/N," she'd sigh. "It's a trap. That man won't take care of you. Only you can take care of yourself. Don't fall for it. Don't be gullible, Y/N. Only silly girls are gullible."

"Earth to Y/N?"

I jumped out of my thoughts. I looked up to see Joe holding out the jacket he wears throughout season 4.

"Sorry," I said softly. "Did you need something?"

"One of the seams is starting to rip," he said, slowly. "Matt sent me to have you fix it. . . Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said quickly, clearing my throat. "You said a seam was ripping?"

"Yeah," he said still looking at me oddly. "Right here."

I took his jacket from him and instantly found the tare. I carried it over to my desk and started pinning it. I looked up and saw Joe still watching me.

"I can bring this to you once I'm done," I said, my cheeks burning. "You don't have to wait."

"I don't mind," he shrugged. He walked over and sat on the stool I used for fittings. He sat like that, neither one of us saying anything while I finished fixing Joe's jacket. I was just snipping off the spare thread when he cleared his throat.

"What are your plans this weekend?" He asked.

"Nothing," I shrugged. I stood up and signaled for him to come closer. He looked at me strangely before turning around and letting me help him put on his jacket.

"Really?" He asked before turning around and fixing his jacket. "You've got no plans?"

"Nope," I said, sighing. The look in his eyes made my breath get caught in my throat. "Did you. . ."

"How about I take you out?"

"Take me where?" I asked, my stomach doing a weird flip.

"To dinner," Joe said with a small chuckle. "Maybe a movie or we could. . ."

"You mean like a date?" I asked, softly cutting him off.

"Exactly," he smiled.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Joe asked, still his teasy self.

"Why do you want to take me on a date so badly?" I asked.

"I was kind of hoping that you'd, you know. . .fall in love with me."

"You don't want that," I mumbled looking down at my hands.

"Yes, I do," he insisted. I shook my head and took a step away from him.

"No, you don't," I insisted right back.

"Why wouldn't I?" Joe asked, slowly starting to get more serious. "Y/N, you're an incredible girl. You're smart. You're funny. You're sweet. You're honestly unlike any girl I've ever met."

"Stop!" I yelled, tears building up. "Please stop," I whispered.

"Y/N," he said under his breath.

"Falling in love is make-believe. And besides, I'm not the kind of girl who gets the guy," I said shakily. "I'm not the one who guys all secretly fall in love with. It just doesn't happen okay?"

"What makes you think. . ."

"Nick Walters."

"Who's that?"

"He was my best friend all through elementary and middle school," I said, wrapping my arms around myself. "End of middle school I made the dumb mistake of telling him that I thought I was in love with him. He didn't feel the same way. In fact. . . He laughed."

"He what?"

When I looked up at Joe, I instantly saw the anger in his eyes.

"I lost my best friend and my first love in a matter of five minutes," I whispered, tears building. "I've been too scared to. . . to fall in love again."

Joe's eyes softened when he saw the tears threatening to fall. He slowly took a step closer to me.

"Nick was a jerk," Joe said as clearly as he could. He started to reach for my hand but stopped himself. "But forgetting about him, can we go back to what you said earlier about falling in love? Why do you think it's make-believe?"

I wanted to tell him, but if I did. . .

"Just don't make fun of me, okay?"

"I'm not going to make fun of you," Joe said instantly.

"After everything with Nick, I watched my comfort movie, the 1997 Cinderella with Brandi. In it, Bernadette Peters sings this song warning her daughters that falling in love was a trick."

"A trick?"

"Falling in love is falling for make-believe," I recited. I cleared my throat before adding, "And it's also exactly what my mom said to me when I came home crying that day from school."

Joe gently grabbed my hands, pulling me closer to him. "Not every relationship is going to end," he whispered. "Some last. . ."

He didn't finish. Instead, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. Every part of me screamed at me to stop, that he was just going to break my heart. But there was a small part that wanted to believe what he was saying.

A small part of me wanted to believe in love again.

I broke the kiss, breathing heavily. I stepped back a little, but I didn't go far. I didn't want to go far from him.

"If you want me to fall in love with you," I whispered, "there's something I'm going to need you to do."

"Of course," he said quickly. "Anything."

"I need you to promise me something," I said, still a little nervous. I took a shaky breath as I continued, "I need you to promise me, Joe, that you aren't going to break my heart."

Joe gently grabbed my chin, making me look up at him. He moved his hand so he was gently holding my cheek.

"You don't have to worry about that, Y/N," he whispered. His voice sent chills up my spine. "I could never break your heart because I'm already in love with you."

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huggybug · 2 years

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Yes always a dad fic! With either Nate or Cale

turn the lights off, carry me it home - nathan mackinnon

word count: 1.4k words

no promises that this is good. it’s dad!nate but i just kinda wrote what came to mind so if it’s a little messy don’t pay it much attention! this is just because of the win and my break is still in effect until further notice :)

The clock ticks down until it’s zero’s across the board. They did it. They won the Stanley Cup. You can barely process it before everyone’s jumping up around you. Nate’s parents are hugging, his mom crying when she turns to hug you. You look over to see your daughter, Bella in Nate’s sister’s arms, waving her arms around as she screams with the rest of the family.

Everywhere you turn, there’s someone new to hug. The rest of the girls around you are cheering while filming the boys celebrating on the ice and you’re so caught up in the excitement to even realize what’s happen.

Soon enough, your section is being escorted down to the ice and you’re keeping Bella close to you just in case. Most of the kids didn’t come to Florida but Nate insisted that Bella was here. However the few that are here seem just as excited as anyone as they wave their little flags as the group makes their way down to ice level.

The girls all hang back while the families get to the guys first and then everyone breaks up and it’s absolute chaos on the ice. Your grip on Bella’s hand is tight and you carefully make your way through the crowd in search of your boyfriend.

“Bells!” Your head whips around to see Nate behind you which makes you all but jump into his arms. Bella, feeling a little left out, attaches herself to Nate’s leg which makes him laugh.

“Congratulations Babe” Nate’s holding you up with one arm while the other hold’s Bella securely to his leg so she doesn’t fall.

“Told you we’d do it” You can see the tears in his eyes as he nods, affirming the statement he’s been reiterating to you all season long.

“I never doubted you” You grinned before kissing him. “I knew you’d bring it home Nate, we all did, it was just a matter of time”

He set you down, quickly swapping you for Bella, hoisting her up into the air as she squealed. “You wanna go touch the cup Bells?” Nate asked and your heart pounded when you saw the way he looked at her. His eyes were full of happiness and love; it had been a while since you’d seen him like that. The stress of the season and lately the cup run was a lot on him and you could tell.

“Can I go to Uncle EJ?” Bella pointed about 10 feet away where EJ was celebrating with his family.

“Go quick, if he’s busy you come back okay?” Bella nodded and you watched your four year old run across the ice, straight into EJ’s arms who happily spins around with her.

“So…” You trail off, turning back to your boyfriend.

“So?” Nate asks, clearly amused if the look on his face says anything.

“I believe there was some sort of promise you made… something about you asking me something?” You smirk when Nate throws his head back in laughter.

It was something you’d been waiting for a while now. Nate was never supposed to be in your life forever. You were originally set up by your best friend who somehow knew EJ and the two plotted to set their ‘grumpy single friends’ up. Surprisingly, you and Nate hit it off and started dating. After a year together, you got pregnant with Bella and your relationship got a lot more serious very quickly. Before that, it was more for fun, Nate was coming off a fought season and you were just starting your first real job. You were both very career driven and relationships weren’t that big of a priority for either of you which actually was what made your connection so strong.

Neither of you were waiting around for a call or text every night. You had your own seperate lives and you were okay with that. Obviously a child changed that drastically. You moved in with Nate and your lives became more intertwined than ever. He got excited that he was now coming home to you, home games that you weren’t in attendance for were few and far in between, and if that wasn’t enough, as soon as he saw Bella, he was completely enthralled.

There was no way Nate was letting either of his girls out of his life anytime soon but he had yet to ask the big question. His parents liked to tease him about it more than you’d expect really. It wasn’t that they were upset that you had a child before getting married, they loved Bella almost as much as they loved Nate. And they loved you as well which is why any time they saw Nate, they’d pester him about his plans on popping the question.

The guys liked to make fun of him too but you always stayed quiet, you understood his reasoning on waiting. He was in a crucial time in his career right now and his main focus was hockey. He loved your little family, that would never change but he always claimed there were just some goals he wanted to accomplish before getting married.

It didn’t bother you, if anything, you admired how focused he could be. His promise was always that the day he won the cup, he’d ask. When his parents found out about that, they didn’t seem too pleased but you always said ‘okay’.

You weren’t going to pressure him to do it before and it wasn’t like you were going anywhere, no ring would change that, so there was no harm in waiting.

“A promise? I don’t know…” Nate chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

“C’mon Nathan! You got your ring, now give me mine” You made little grabby hands at him which made him laugh, gently pushing you away.

“Alright calm down! I know what I promised, don’t worry”

“I touched it! I touched the trophies!” Bella comes flying into you as she slides along the ice and you laugh, steadying her before Nate picks her up.

“The trophies?” You ask.

“Mhm Uncle Cale let me touch his because he said Daddy should have won too” Bella explains and Nate shakes his head.

“C’mon Bells we’re going to go with Grandma and Grandpa while Daddy goes to celebrate okay?” You had noticed the group on the ice had started to thin out, the guys going back to the locker room while families filed out, either to head back to their hotel or to the banquet hall which was pre booked in the event that they did win.

“No!” Bella whined, clinging to Nate a little tighter. “I wanna go with Daddy!”

“Bells” Nate sighed, adjusting her in his arms. “You can’t come with me, you’ll get trampled” The locker room was going to be a mess and it was certainly not a place for kids.

“We can go find the girls, maybe they’ll want to come for ice cream before bed” Bella loved being apart of ‘the girls’. She would try to sneak out of bed whenever the wives came over for an away game watch party and you usually let her if it wasn’t too late.

“Okay! Do you want ice cream Daddy?”

“I’m fine B, we can go together when we get home, okay?” She nods and gives him a quick hug before squirming out of his arms and running off to where a group of girls were standing and talking.

“Guess we’re leaving now”

“See you at the party later?” Nate mumbled as he pulls you in for another hug.

“Of course” You smile and his easy smile back sends you for a loop again. It seems so surreal, even after you’ve done it all. You took your family pictures with the cup, watched as Nate celebrated with Gabe and EJ who had truly been through the worst of it with him. Everything that typically happened after a cup win, you had done it but it still doesn’t seem real.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea” Nate grabs your hand before you can walk away and just by the look in his eyes, you can tell what he’s thinking.

“We are not eloping in Tampa, Nathan” It was something he always joked about, that you’d just run off and get married one day but you knew his family would kill him.

“We can fly to Vegas” He suggested.

“No. Go spray your boys with champagne and I’ll see you after” Nate smiled before kissing you again and skating off, hustling to get back into the celebrations.

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no-one-fuck-a-man · 2 years

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Berry Blues

Season Two

Part Eight - (Furt) It's a Nice Day For a Black and Blue Wedding

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: Things come to blows, and a wedding ensues. Why are feelings so much?

Word Count: 11,358

WARNINGS: Kinda graphic descriptions of violence and the aftermath of it, anger, bullying, angst, a small argument.

(A/N): Enjoy!

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"So... listen..."

You didn't like where this was going.

"You better not have gotten my sister pregnant," you stated, deathly calm to your friend as you leaned against the lockers, watching as he put his books away.

"No. No," Finn rushed to say, "It's... it's about the Sam and Quinn thing."

"No." You shook your head vehemently.

"We have to talk about it sometime."

"Do we?" You knew you did. "Because I really don't want to do this."

"You never want to do this."

"I wonder why."

Finn cleared his throat just as Kurt walked up, flanked by his dad and Finn's mom.

"Oh," the tall boy said, drawing your attention to them, which you were thankful for, just so that you didn't have to continue having this conversation with him, "What's going on? Is this one of those interventions, 'cause..."

"If it is, it's for the both of us. They bombarded me and forced me to bring them to you."

You gasped. "If it is, can I join? That seems like it would be fun. "Finn. Please stop making out with my sister where I can see"."

"No, it's not an intervention," Carole told you, making you 'aww' in disappointment.

"Okay, come on. Tell them," Burt waved her on excitedly.

"No, no, no. You-"

"We said in the car-"

"Come on. You. Please."

"All right," Burt relented, "So, you know how I drive Carole to work every Tuesday?" The boys nodded as you just stood there confused. "Well, today, I drove here, and we snuck into that classroom where Kurt introduced us, very romantic of me, I might add, and I-"

"He proposed!" Carole exclaimed joyfully, "He proposed!"

"You stole the punch line!" Burt laughed, "Come on!"

You and Kurt had gigantic smiles on your faces.

Meanwhile, Finn looked like the world was crashing down upon him.

"Wow, this just happened?"

"Oh, dad," Kurt gushed while looking at the ring upon his soon-to-be stepmother's finger.

"Congratulations, you guys," you said, patting Burt on his shoulder. Receiving their thanks and a head bow from Burt in return.

"We wanted the two of you to be the first to know. And Y/N," she added.

"Really intruding on a family moment here, aren't I?"

"Don't sweat it, kid," Burt pat at your shoulder, just like you had his, "And yeah, after the kids in that homeroom."

"Bet they got the shock of their lives, huh?"

"You bet. Now, come on. Family hug."

You tried to slide back, to give the four their space. But Burt's hand was still upon your shoulder, and he felt your movements.

"Nuh-huh, you're in this, too." The man pulled you in to join the hug. "You spend enough time 'round our place. You're basically family."

"Does that mean I have three dads and a mom now?" you joked.

"You bet it does!"

Everyone, minus Finn, laughed as they pulled away.

"I'm so excited and- And nervous," Carole said.

"Oh, don't be. Don't be."

"Okay."

"This is just what I needed. I will take care of it from here," Kurt said, "I have a trunk full of wedding magazines hidden under my bed. I'm thinking of an, uh, russet and cognac theme. Those are colours, Finn. Fall wedding colours. Autumnal."

"Sounds nice." You nodded.

"Nothing too extravagant. Okay?" Burt told his son, "We're gonna use whatever savings we have. We are spending it on the honeymoon. That's right, we're going to Waikiki. We're gonna go to the hotel where they put up the guest stars on 'Lost'."

"Bring me back a Hawaiian shirt? I love those things."

He chuckled, "You bet 'cha, kid."

You made a 'yes' movement in celebration.

"Finn, you- You've- You haven't said anything," his mother pointed out. Peering up at his dopey far-off face.

"Yeah, dude, you okay?"

"Uh, uh, I'm- I guess I'm just kinda stunned." He shook his head.

"Hey, don't worry," Burt told him, "I'm already looking for a bigger house. One where everybody's gonna get their own rooms."

"Come on, honey. Be happy for me," Carole almost begged.

"I am, mom," the boy conceded. Pleasing his mom immensely.

"All right. Now listen, Kurt. As the wedding planner, I want you to take care of one thing. I don't care about the food or the booze at this party, but I want one heck of a band. I've been eating right, I've been exercising. And I want to boogie with Carole at this wedding. And I will boogie," he finished, dancing as a white dad does.

"All right. It's already taken care of, dad," Kurt told him excitedly, "I'm gonna hire the New Directions as your band. Right? It won't cost you a cent. They're cheap. They're available. Long story short... you're having a glee wedding."

Punching your arms into the air, you yelled, "I'm coming." In reference to the wedding, then not a second later, "That is a bad thing to yell in a school hallway!"

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"Hey, Y/N."

Looking over your shoulder, you spotted Sam jogging up to you in the hallway, trying his hardest to avoid the rest of the students as he did. All the while digging into the pocket of his jeans, fishing for something.

"Hey, Sammy." You smiled once he had caught up to you.

"What do you think of this?"

Looking down at the object in his palm, you spotted a dainty gold ring with a diamond in the centre.

"Uh, dude, I like you and all, but I ain't gonna marry ya', you're not my type."

A soft laugh poured from him as he shook his head.

"It's for Quinn."

That got you to stop in your tracks. Shock flooded your chest as you stared down at the ring, then back up to the boy. Repeating the action once more, when your voice finally returned to you.

"What? Don't you think it's her style?"

'No, it's perfect for her'

"You're not gonna ask Quinn to marry you, are you?"

Sam scoffed, shaking his head, amused, once more. "No. This is a promise ring. I'm gonna ask her to be my girlfriend. I think she might say yes. Do you?"

The boy was so excited that you didn't have the heart to tell him "no".

But, you were hurting too much inside to say what you really felt.

'She'll act like she hates the gesture, but secretly she'd love it more than anything. Quinn is truly a hopeless romantic at heart. I'm sure, if there's nothing -superficial or not- stopping her, she'd say "yes" right away'

So, instead, you chose to be the supportive friend.

"I hope it works out for you, man." You nodded. "When you planning on doing it?"

"Right now, actually. I asked her to meet me in the geometry classroom. I just wanted a second opinion beforehand."

"Well, good luck, buddy." You pat him on the shoulder, and with a quick "thank you" your way, he was off.

Leaving you in the middle of a student-filled hallway, feeling like you had lost the girl all over again, in a fight you had no way to be a part of.

That's when all those buried emotions came back. The ones you had spent weeks pushing down and avoiding, ever since the duet competition.

Anger. Betrayal. Sadness. Heartbreak.

It was not gonna be a good day.

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As it turns out. It wasn't a good day.

It hasn't been a good three days.

Your father's have noticed.

Your sister especially has.

Rachel was confused beyond belief at your attitude towards her once more. She thought you were over this. She thought she was forgiven.

But she had no time to dwell on that. She had a 'Glee Girls' meeting to hold. At least those of whom who have boyfriends.

And you had some being dragged around by Santana to do.

"Uh, why didn't you tell me we were having a glee girls meeting?" Santana asked, affronted, towing you behind her into the choir room.

"Stop pulling me around." You tugged your arm free from the cheerleader's grasp. "Why didn't you guys tell me Santana was being a heinous bitch today?"

"Like you can talk, you've been a heinous bitch all week," she bit back, throwing her arms into the air. Causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head at the girl.

"Anyway, this is a meeting for glee girls with boyfriends."

'She said yes to him then'

Quinn noticed your reaction to your sister's words. The way your jaw clenched tighter, the shake of your head once more, the way you couldn't look towards the seated girls. The waves of energy that rolled from you were dark and brooding, not unlike the feeling you get when you know a terrible storm is coming.

She knew why you had reacted so.

You thought she and Sam were officially dating.

Part of her wanted to correct your sister again. A pretty big part of her.

But another part of her wanted people to keep believing she and Sam were together. If only just to further hide the truth within her. Even if that meant hurting you.

She just hoped you didn't end up doing something stupid.

"We're gonna make them stop Karofsky from bullying Kurt," Rachel finished.

Your head raised at that, peering directly at your sister with an unreadable look upon your face. Knuckles straining under your skin as your grip on the strap of your backpack grew tighter and tighter.

Quinn didn't like where this was going.

"What did Karofsky do now?"

All but the head cheerleader ignored your stone-cold words.

"I'm dating Puckerman," Santana said, raising her hands to her chest.

But Quinn also heard that.

"You're getting naked with Puckerman," she clarified.

You were so angry, the rage boiling within your stomach, that you didn't even make a witty comment about that.

"Besides," Tina spoke up, "Puck can't mess with Karofsky. He's on probation. If he gets in a fight with him. He'll be sent back to juvie."

"What did Karofsky do?"

Once again, ignored. Only heightening the fear and worry in Quinn's eyes.

"Yeah. So now, if you'll excuse us," Rachel kicked the Cheerio from the room.

Santana scoffed in return. "You're so on my list, dwarf."

You heaved a slow breath as the girl exited the room, your sister pointedly looking at you. Obviously, wanting you to follow in the Latina's lead.

But you weren't about to go anywhere without any answers.

"I'll ask one more time," you stated, a dangerous blaze beginning to shine behind your eyes, "What did Karofsky do?"

"Uh-"

Tina cut off Quinn's warning with a sad shrug and said, "He just really terrified of him. He's always scared now. Mr Schuester even took him to the principal's office because of it. He was crying."

'Oh, that was not the right thing to do, Tina', Quinn thought.

The four girls watched you silently, expecting a reaction from you. Calling the football player everything under the sun and back. Anything at all.

But you just stood there.

No reaction.

Nothing.

That was until you spun on your heel and began striding towards the door you came through.

Pulling your backpack off and flinging it to slide across the floor and land up against the wall right by the door, seconds before you passed through it.

"Y/N-" Quinn tried to stop you. She really wanted to, but you were not hearing a single thing she said.

Only one thing ran through your mind as the girls scrambled behind you.

'Gotta find Karofsky'

It didn't take you long to find the bully. Surrounded by his like-minded jock friends. Not that you noticed and cared.

Lucky for you, however, the girls never exited the threshold of the choir room, having been called back by Rachel to finish their private meeting. Much to Quinn's objections. But still, the blonde cheerleader was convinced -against her better judgement- to stay. So they didn't have to see this.

Karofsky and yourself went sliding across the floor from where you had tackled him.

Manoeuvring the furious and confused buy onto his back, you gave him a good look at who was the perpetrator of his sudden position before you began to pound your fists into his face.

Chants of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Lined the halls, signalling that soon there would be a teacher whizzing up to stop the commotion.

The boy had managed to push you off of him and give you a few good punches of his own.

"I told you to leave him alone!" you yelled, pushing him into the wall, punching him a few more times.

You were quickly pulled off of the boy by Mr Schuester. Who stopped the boy from advancing on you.

"What is going on here?!"

"They just tackled me out of nowhere!"

"Yeah! And I would do it again!" you admitted in a yell, shocking the teacher by your sudden act of violence, trying to push your way back to the boy, "You deserve everything coming to you, you homophobic piece of sh-!"

"Y/N, principal Sue's office! Now!"

With a firey huff, you turned and walked down the hall, feeling the glares of Karofsky and his jock friends following you.

Maybe that had been a bit rash.

Your dad's were gonna kill you.

Your sister was gonna kill you.

Oh, God.

Quinn was gonna kill you.

'Shit'

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"What, in your right mind, made you decide to randomly fight him in the middle of a hallway. Is what I don't understand."

You had been silent ever since you first arrived at principal Sue's office, battered and bruised. Blood drying on your face.

A father on either side of you, as Sue sunk down into her seat across the desk. And Mr Schue. Who leant into the bookcase with his arms folded across his chest.

"He's had it coming for a long time."

"What's that supposed to mean?" LeRoy asked.

"It means he's a douche, dad."

"Why did you tackle him?" Sue asked, getting straight to the point, "Why did you hit him?"

"Because he's a homophobe," it burst from you suddenly. A breath and you continued, "He's been harassing Kurt for, God knows how long, and no one has done anything to stop it. I have repeatedly told him to leave Kurt alone, but he never listens... when I walked in on my friends trying to think of a way to stop the bullying from happening, I snapped, okay? I know that it wasn't right to just randomly attack him, and I'm sorry for that, but I'm not sorry for standing up for my friend."

"You did it because he's been bulling your friend. Because he's gay?" Hiram asked, to which you nodded.

"Why didn't you tell a teacher, Y/N?"

"The same reason why you didn't notice," you sassed back to your Spanish teacher, "They all say that they mean well, and that they're here to help. But when you go to them about something like this, what do they do? Nothing. That's what."

"I would have done something," Mr Schue argued softly, pointing at his chest, "I would have spoken to the principle-"

"Just like you did this morning when Kurt was scared out of his whits? What happened then?"

"There was no evidence that anything had happened," the cheerleading coach said, drawing your attention back to her, "And anything that had happened before could be excused on Mr Karofskys part."

"So, what? He's the bully, and I'm the one in the shit? I mean, I know I started the fight, but to not have the reason to be taken into account-" You cut yourself off with a shake of your head, anger beginning to grow inside of you once again, no longer able to look at your blonde principal.

"Principle Sylvester, there has to be something we can do," LeRoy began, a soft, pleading look in his eye. One that made you ashamed to have even put him in that position, "Y/N is a good student, they get good grades, take part in extracurricular activities, they've never been in a fight like this."

Hiram piped up next.

"We just ask you to take everything into account before you make your decision."

"But that's not strictly true." Sue shook her head, pointing a lone finger at LeRoy.

"What?" was asked on behalf of his husband.

"Your child has quite the reputation of fear in this school. I should know, I have one myself."

Mr Schue rolled his eyes at her as your voice burst from you once again.

"Do you know how many homophobes roam these halls? It's not just Karofsky, you know. And this whole town is worse. Ever since I was younger, I made people scared of me, intimidated them so that they wouldn't have the chance to bully me. I have never started a fight before. I stop bullies when I can. Yes, with more intimidation, but to stop them. My reputation is built on nothing but confidence, sticking up for myself and others, and finishing fights when they start against me first. Not starting fights."

Sue Sylvester took your rant in as she leaned back in her red chair, evaluating your now silent form.

"I am going to impose a minimum of two weeks suspension-"

"But, Principal Sylvester, Sectionals is next week."

"Should have thought about that before you started a fight. I would find myself lucky that it wasn't a minimum of two months."

"Mr Schue, can't you do something?" you asked, turning to the teacher.

The man opened his mouth to speak, looking almost like a fish out of water. But was soon cut off before he could utter any words.

"Oh, I'm afraid William has no power over my decision."

"Isn't there any way that they could be allowed to compete in the competition, then continue with her suspension?" your father, Hiram, asked.

Sue shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't do that. If I start giving one student special treatment, then I'd have to do it with all of them."

"Please, Princip-"

Your face contorted in pain as you pushed yourself to sit straight in your seat, hand tensing in its grip upon the armrest. Other arm coming 'round to hold against your ribs, trying to ease the pain there.

"What was that?" the principal asked.

"What was what?"

"Don't play stupid now with us, Y/N," Hiram told you, "Why are you holding your ribs?"

"It's nothing. It's-"

"Did you know about this?" Sue turned to Mr Schue.

"No," the man denied, with a shake of his head, "They were standing fine when I found them."

The cheer coach turned back to you then.

"Lift up your shirt."

"I think that's a legal problem, Miss Sylvester."

"Y/N," LeRoy said sternly, "Show us your ribs."

Realizing you were fighting a losing battle against the four adults, you heaved a sigh and slowly drew your shirt up past your toned stomach, all the way until your ribs were showing.

Red marks and grazes littered your torso. Faint indentations of shoe prints glowing against the deepening bruises. Causing shock waves to flow through the adults in reaction.

Glancing down at your injured stomach for the first time, you saw just how bad it was for yourself.

"Oh, well, would you look at that. I may need to go to the hospital for some X-rays."

"Did he do this to you?" Sue pressed, voice taking on an almost dangerous tint. Only making you scoff in return.

"Karofsky? He could hardly do anything to my face." You grew quiet, deciding it was best to tell the truth. "No. This was thanks to his football buddies, who were there when I fought him. They ambushed me on my way here."

"His friends did this to you?" LeRoy asked sadly. You nodded in confirmation after swallowing harshly against the lump in your throat at seeing your father so upset. Watching as he swiftly turned to face Sue once again, "These are the people this boy hangs around with, he has shown himself to be a bully against the LGBT, and yet our child is the one to be punished?"

Her voice sounded forced the next time she spoke, like she had to force herself to say her next sentence, "There's nothing I can do. My hands are tied, there are regulations for this sort of thing."

"And what regulations does this Karofsky kid have?" Hiram asked, "What regulations do the kids who kicked the hell out of my child have?!"

"Trust me, I will be filing a formal complaint about all of this to the school board as soon as you leave my office. And will be keeping a much closer look at Mr Karofsky and his friends."

"So, what now?" you asked softly, voice low after a few long seconds of silence passed.

"Now... your suspension will begin for the rest of the week." Relief filled you at the principal's words. 'You would be able to compete with your friends', "You are permitted to pick up your work and nothing else. And this will be going on your official file."

"Thank you, Principal Sylvester," Hiram thanked, as your dads stood from their seats, hands hovering dangerously close to your arms as you rose up yourself.

"Enjoy the rest of your day," she bid you all goodbye.

The rest of your day was only mildly enjoyable.

Rachel was waiting outside with your backpack, worry-stricken face turning upset at the sight of your injured features.

"Don't worry," you had told her, as tears welled up in her dark brown eyes, "He got way worse."

Your father's quickly filled her in as you made your way to the exit.

Leaving her to be the one to fill the Glee Club in about your absence.

You didn't know what to say, sat in the back seat of LeRoy's car as he drove. Head bowed and glancing all around, watching the scenery fly by.

'They must be so disappointed in you'

That was the last thing you ever wanted. To disappoint your parents, who you loved so much.

Finally finding your voice and dissipated courage, you spoke up.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't," LeRoy told you sternly, making you think he was so utterly angered by you and your actions, "Don't you dare apologise for this."

"What?" you breathed, utterly confused now.

"Do you know how proud of you we are?" Hiram asked from the passenger seat, turning to peer at you in the back.

"You're proud of me for starting a fight against a homophone?"

"No." LeRoy shook his head. "You know how we feel about fighting-"

"At least starting fights."

"Even against homophobes. But we are so proud of you for sticking up for your friend this whole time, even though it came out wrong this time."

"So... does this mean I'm not getting punished?"

"No, you're still getting punished," LeRoy corrected, "You're grounded for as long as you're suspended, and you're not allowed to play your games with your friends during the time you're in detention."

"That seems like a pretty good deal."

"We can make it worse, it that's what you really want," he said playfully.

"No, thank you."

"We're also getting you ice cream from that place you like," Hiram added.

"After we've been to the hospital."

"You know, you're sending really mixed signals with this whole punishment and reward system you've got going on," you remarked playfully.

---

It wasn't long later that the next Glee Club lesson commenced.

All the while, you were being checked over by the numerous doctors at the insistence of your fathers.

Unknown to the -less so- injured boys sat within the choir room.

Your sister could hardly stand looking at the boyfriend she loved as Quinn held an ice pack to Sam's eye, and Tina and Brittany took care of their respective boyfriends.

No one yet realised your absence from the room, some assuming you were just running late, most others too distracted to realise you were missing.

"Dude was a wild animal," Mike said, telling the tale of Karofsky's second fight of the day.

"'Manimal'," Artie said, proud of himself for coming up with that pun.

"How bad does it look?" Sam asked the girl holding the pack to his reddened eye.

"It's pretty hot, actually."

"Now, Karofsky looked rough," Mike told the blonde, drawing her attention from her maybe-boyfriend, to the gossiping boy behind her.

"Yeah, he looked like he got jumped," Artie said, "Wonder who got to him first."

The girls -Well... the girls, minus Santana and Mercedes- shared knowing looks.

Dread filled Quinn as she realised you weren't in the room, and the bell had long since passed.

But before she could voice her worry, hoping that Rachel knew where you were right now, Puckerman spoke up.

"You have no idea how hard it was for me not to jump into that beat down."

"Where were you, Finn?" Santana, cynical as ever, asked.

"I was still out on the field, okay," the boy defended, a bit too strongly for it to seem sincere.

And even though she was pissed at him, Rachel still nodded with a condescending smile for her boyfriend.

"I totally would have given him a beat-down if I'd been there, though."

"The fact is, it shouldn't have gone down without you, Finn," Mercedes spoke up, "You should have been leading the charge."

"Lay off Finn, everyone," Kurt told, shaking his head, "It isn't his problem. It's none of your problems, actually. But, thank you for what you did. Especially Sam."

"Serious. An epitome of a leader," Mike complimented the boy, practically in awe of him, as Sam smiled to himself.

"You might want to thank Y/N, too," your sister spoke over to Kurt.

The boy didn't know what to say to that, never expecting you would go through with it and fight for him.

Quinn took the short silence as her chance to speak.

"So they did fight Karofsky?" she stated more than asked Rachel in a breathless voice.

At her nod in reply, she could think of only one thing: She never should have let you leave the choir room.

"That's what happened to Karofsky's face?" Artie asked, astounded.

"Baller," Puck said, in the same way, speaking the first nice thing about you in, well, ever.

The head cheerleader had no more time to ask the smaller Berry any more questions as Mr Schue entered the room, voice tinged with worry.

"What's going on? What happened to Sam's eye?"

"He stood up to Karofsky," Quinn told him, still holding the icepack to the other blonde's face.

Tina added, "All the guy's did. Not Finn."

"Is everyone okay? Do we need to go talk to Principal Sylvester?"

"No," Sam rushed to deny, "I got in a few good licks too, so we can just call it even. And maybe this will send a warning to Karofsky, telling him to back off Kurt."

Quinn had lost her patience after the Spanish teacher moved over to check on Kurt, growing desperate to know where you were and what had happened to you. Unable to stand the sickly, knowing feeling building up in her stomach with every second that she was left alone with her worry. She'd sooner rather have morning sickness than this.

"Mr Schue, where's Y/N?" she asked, hardly keeping her voice from begging.

"That's... actually something I needed to talk to you guys about." Taking a deep breath, the man continued, "Y/N got into a pretty heavy fight with Karofsky. They started it. So they have been suspended."

"For how long?" Finn asked, seemingly worried about the wrong thing. The upcoming competition, over his friend's wellbeing.

"The rest of the week." That gave the room a breeze of relief. "We're lucky that Sue didn't suspend them past Sectionals."

"Are they okay?" Quinn asked, everyone, holding their breath as they waited for the man to answer.

"They... they're okay. Injured. But okay."

That was another relief off of the clubs' shoulders.

You were okay.

Trying to move on from the hectic day, Mr Schue moved on with the lesson itinerary, "All right, guys. Let's take our places. We got a wedding to prepare for."

And Quinn had a Y/N to prepare to yell at.

---

You had been put on bed rest.

By your fathers' orders.

The doctors advised it, but they enforced it.

You had a bad case of bruised ribs and some superficial injuries. Mainly telling you one thing: You were going to be sore for a while.

And your face wasn't all that much better.

Butterfly stitches placed over the cut above your brow, the eye underneath darkening into a serious black eye. While your other cheek was scraped up, redness hiding the bruise underneath. And to top it all off, a split lower lip stinging with every movement they made.

You thought you would be spending the rest of your day in bed, watching some TV, probably doing some of the work your sister said that she'd bring home for you.

You didn't expect this.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Quinn yelled as soon as she entered your room, glaring down at your laying form as you painfully pushed yourself up into a seated position. Hiding it behind the shock and slight fear on your face at the girl's sudden outburst. "You tackled him?! You seriously tackled a football player?"

"He went down like a piece of paper."

She jabbed a pointed finger your way, face furious, "Don't joke with me right now!"

Your eyes widened at her reaction, watching as she paced the space at the foot of your bed.

Both of you were unaware of the three Berry's huddled up outside your bedroom door, pressed against the wood to listen in.

"Do you not remember what I told you?! When I said you were worth more than this- Than him!" she cried, pointing at the air as if he were standing right there, in your bedroom, "Than to throw your life away-!"

"I haven't thrown my life away. It was one fight!" you cut her off, face scrunched at her words, finding them to be idiotic.

"You're suspended, Y/N!" she decided to shout now, changing the route for her anger, "Do you really think he's worth that?!"

"I'm sick of this, Quinn!" you roared back at her, surprising her this time, "What gives him the right-? What gives him the fucking right to go around treating people this way?!"

You waited, watching, for her to answer, but got nothing in return.

"Don't worry," you said, rationalising why the blonde had been yelling at you so passionately, "I'm gonna alright to be in the competition."

Apparently, that was entirely the wrong thing to say.

"I don't care about a stupid Show Choir Competition! I care about you! I care if you're safe! Do you know how worried I was about you?" You were shocked to see the pain behind the blonde's eyes, watching her fight tooth and nail to keep her tears at bay. Hand's coming down to cradle her flat stomach, "I felt sick with it. Like I was gonna crumble into pieces if I didn't find out what happened to you." She gasped, looking away from you as the tears finally welled up in her eyes. "I can hardly look at you right now."

"Listen, I get that you're probably disappointed in me-"

"I'm not disappointed in you!"

You didn't understand what you were seeing.

Quinn Fabray was standing in front of you, looking about ready to let the tears stream down her cheeks, posture tight, as flames raged behind her wet eyes.

"I can't stand to see you hurt. I don't want you to be hurt." The girl had grown closer to you as she spoke, resting her hands upon your aching ribs, making you flinch instantaneously. "Y/N-? What-?"

Taking initiative, she weaved her fingers into the soft material of your T-shirt, pulling it to bunch up your body, showing her the bruises underneath.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Karofsky's football buddies got the jump on me as I was going to Sue's office." You shrugged your shirt back down. "It's nothing. I'm fine."

"That's not nothing. How many were there?"

"Like four, maybe five. I don't really know."

"Did you-?"

"They know. Everyone knows. You're not the only blonde who saw my abs today," you joked, referencing what had happened in the principal's office, slight smile falling when you noticed her sullen face, "Seriously, Quinn, I'm fine. Just sore."

"Why can't you believe that I care about you?" she randomly asked.

"Can you really blame me?" you muttered, almost sneering as you couldn't meet her eyes.

The blonde caught on easily, sighing as the memories flooded her.

"Just because of what happened over the summer doesn't mean I don't care about you, you big dumb idiot." You squinted over at her soft spoken name-calling. Quinn leaning closer to you to hiss to you, as if the room were crowded and didn't want anyone hearing, "It's the opposite. I care about you, so much, that it's insane. But you know the reason behind everything. You know that I can't- I can't-"

"I know." You nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry for bringing it up again."

"It's okay. Just... just focus on getting better. Can't really dance with bad ribs."

The blonde moved to exit the room then, opening the door only to reveal the three eavesdropping Berrys. Looking back at you with a pointed look, as you watched your family the same way, their faces bashful in return.

"Excuse me," she muttered, cutting through the huddled group and making her way to leave your home.

"What the hell, guys?"

"We just..." Rachel began, "Wanted to make sure you were alright."

You eyed her suspiciously, knowing that she was lying and clearly showing that on your face.

Hiram moved to try and excuse their position, but you cut him off before he had the chance.

"Don't even try." With a groaned sigh, you flopped painfully back onto your bed. Turning to face LeRoy, you asked, "Dad. Would you- Would you drive her home? She's too upset to."

"Of course." He nodded. Moving to follow after the girl who had just left, quickly catching her before she could drive herself home.

'What a fucking day'

---

It was the end of the day when you went back to school the next day to pick up your held work. Thinking it best so as not to run into Karofsky and possibly get into another fight with the football player.

Meandering the hallways slowly, trying not to pull against your aching ribs, when you passed by the choir room on your way out, only to spot Kurt standing before a seated Burt and Finn, with his hands upon his hips.

"-And if uncle Andy's fortieth birthday party was any indication, you're gonna need some work."

"What are you talking about? My moves were great. Okay?" Burt shrugged, trying to excuse himself from that night. "It was that damn sangria-"

"Okay." Kurt stepped forward, pulling his father up from his seat, "We dance to the beat, not the words."

"-Affected my coordination."

"Oh, I believe that," you spoke from the doorway in Burt's defence. Shocking the three with both your sudden arrival to them and your battered appearance, "Sangria really messes you up. My dad's not allowed it."

"What happened to you?" Burt asked as the two teens stared at you in shock, mouths agape.

A shrug. "Got into a fight. Face is gonna be a little jacked up for your wedding, though."

"I don't care." The man shook his head, worry pouring from his eyes. "Are you okay? Do I need to come with you to sort this out?"

"No, it's fine. Everything's been settled. I'm suspended. But it's not as bad as it could have been."

Kurt looked at you sadly before clearing his throat, "Y/N, would you mind helping me teach these two boy's how to dance?"

"I'm kinda only allowed to be here to pick up my work," you told them sheepishly, shrugging your shoulder.

"I doubt five minutes would hurt," Burt tried to convince, "Come on, I think we need the most help we can get."

With a sigh and a nod of your head, you gave in, stepping forward to place your papers on the piano. As Kurt got his father started.

"Look at me. I'm dancing, huh?" Burt announced happily, "Look at that."

"You sure are, Burt."

"Yeah. Okay, okay. Y/N, will you come over here and dance with my dad?"

"Sure thing."

You stepped up to the metaphorical plate, taking the man's hand in your own, placing your hand on his shoulder as he called over to Finn.

"Okay, no chickening out. I did it. You gotta do it too."

"We'll have to go a bit slow. My core's a little messed up," you told the man as you began walking him through the moves, just as his son had, "This feels really weird."

"What? Dancing with a man?" Burt chuckled.

"No, it's not that that's the problem. Just, usually, I'm in the leading position."

Your back was turned when Karofsky walked by the room, silently making fun of Finn and Kurt dancing together. Finn dropped his soon to be brother's hand out of embarrassment, more so than anger towards the bully.

You didn't see it.

But Burt sure did.

Pulling away from you randomly, the man asked, "What the hell was that?"

"It's nothing, Dad," his son tried to brush it off.

"What? What happened?" you asked, spinning to see for yourself.

"That's not nothing," he carried on, walking closer to the two boys, still peering through the door the boy had just strutted past, "That guy was making fun of you. What the hell is his name?"

"Tell him, Kurt," Finn uttered softly.

That was all it took for you to figure out what had happened.

"Tell me what?"

"Tell him, or I will."

"Yeah, you'll do this, but you won't defend him," you bit, referencing what your sister had told you about her boyfriend's whole attitude towards the situation and the fact that you weren't blind to how he was acting.

Finn looked at your hardened eyes and clenched jaw, his mouth agape. Unable to find the words to say to you.

But, in the end, he didn't have to.

"His name's Dave Karofsky," Kurt told his father, "He's been harassing me for a few weeks now."

"Harassing you how?"

"Just shoving me, and..." At once, you and Burt looked over your shoulders to see a bruised up Karofsky walking by another set of open doors, "Giving me a hard time."

"There's more," Burt assured, reading his son clearly, "There's something else you're not telling me."

Kurt bit the bullet and finally shared the thing that had been weighing him down for weeks.

"He threatened to kill me."

"What?!"

That was all that was needed for Burt to take off after the boy. With you following him, after your angered yell, leaving the two boys behind.

"Burt! Y/N!"

Finn and Kurt quickly chased after you and the man, passing you by when you had stopped a few feet from Burt pressing Karofsky up against the bulletin board, with his arm against his neck, thanks to the aching in your ribs, your whining of, "Ow, ribs. Ribs. Ribs." Following them.

"What the hell, dude?" the bully asked, fearful of the man.

"You like picking on people?"

"What?"

"Why don't you try me?"

"Burt, stop!" Finn yelled, trying to ease the man away from the bully.

You would have spoken a remark about "don't tell him to stop" or "get him, Burt!" but couldn't as you were panting, trying to breathe against the pain in your ribs.

But it was Kurt's begging that finally drew the man away, allowing the bully to leave down the hall in the opposite direction. "Please, you're sick. Come on."

"What the hell have you been doing while this is all going on, huh?" Burt asked Finn, pointing towards a retreating Karofsky as he looked at you, still bent over, bracing yourself against your knees, "He do that to you? He mess your ribs up?"

"No." You shook your head, raising to your full height. "He's buddies jumped me after I fought him."

"Has he been bullying you too?"

"No, he's too scared to. I tackled him because he terrified Kurt."

The man nodded at you, eyes showing his gratitude for you sticking up for his son, along with the squeeze of your shoulder he gave, as he made his way to the principal's office.

You had meant to leave the school after picking your work up from the choir room.

However, with the anger of Kurt's revelation, your feet lead you astray and right to the gym attached to the boy's locker room. Finding Coach Beiste, sitting there writing out more plays on her notebook.

"Y/N?" the coach called over, "Are you okay? You're not supposed to be here. Is everything okay?"

"I uh... I know I'm only allowed to be on school premises to pick up my work." You gestured the papers in your hand. "But, I uh, I've got a lot of anger in me right now, and I don't want to drive like that. You think I could use the punching bag for a little bit?"

She evaluated you for a few moments. Deciding whether or not to let you do as you asked.

Quickly, you caught the hand wraps the coach had thrown at you.

"Have at it."

You didn't box for long.

Your torso in far too much pain for you to handle by the end, after you had pushed through it for so long, with every jab.

At the sudden halt of hits echoing through the gym, Beiste turned her attention to you. Watching as you panted, hands holding the sides of your ribs. Seeing the conflicting thoughts and feelings flash across your eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you nodded breathlessly, "Ribs are aching, you know?"

Beiste nodded. "What about up here?" She tapped her temple.

"Just Kurt stuff. He's getting bullied pretty bad."

"Anything else?" the coach pressed, "I can tell there's a lot going on in your mind."

"I-" It was gonna burst from you. With Beiste's caring nature and all the feelings swelling inside of you, you knew that you couldn't hold it off anymore. You couldn't push them away. "Do you have a sister?"

Finding the question strange but assuming that it would lead somewhere, she answered, "I do."

"She ever betrayed you? Like..." You tried to find the right words to convey what was happening without spilling the whole truth. You wouldn't do that to her -after everything- you couldn't do that to Quinn. Not only was it not your place, but you understood her reasonings for everything, "Has she ever gone behind your back to stop you from doing something you wanted to do?"

"Something like that," the woman nodded.

You were sick of feeling like this. Sick of pushing it away. You just wanted it all to stop.

"What did you do to get over it? If you did."

"It takes time," Beiste told you honestly, "You've gotta let the anger settle and talk it out. It will eventually get back to how things once were." Then she tried to reason, "How do you know she wasn't doing it to protect you?"

You scoffed harshly at the coach's question. Shaking your head.

"This wasn't to protect me. This was just to keep someone around. I mean, she's supposed to be my sister, and she didn't care how I would feel. She went behind my back and got in the way of me doing something that I wanted to do. It felt like things were finally starting to feel alright again. But not only did she interfere, no, only to make it all worse, but she also went around and convinced other people to do it instead. To tell me that it wasn't gonna happen. Just to make sure she got what she wanted." Thinking back to the duets week, you remembered all that had happened, and where it had led to now. How the blonde had ambushed you in the hall with a ring, going on about asking Quinn to be his girlfriend. "And now, everything's falling apart." A huff left you as you plopped down onto the bench across from her. "Again."

If there was one thing to be said about Coach Beiste. It was that she was a good listener. Taking in your ranted words intently.

"So, you've dealt with this before and have come back from it?"

"Yeah, I have." You nodded. "But this time is different. It's worse. Rachel wasn't involved the last time. There weren't other things-" 'Sam' "-In the way. It was just me and... the situation," you had decided to call it. Other than, 'that time Quinn Fabray broke my heart over the summer because she couldn't come out'. Anyway. That would have been a mouthful, "That I could handle. That I understood. But this." A shake of your head, looking to your feet. "She didn't care that she would disappoint me, as long as she got what she wanted. Why didn't she care about how I would feel?"

"I'm sure she cares," she comforted, "You should really talk to her about it. Sibling relationships are complicated. You could be like a moose and a turkey in the same pen. Mistakes and issues come and go, but you still love each other, just the same."

A confused smile drew across your face as you stared at the woman.

"I don't understand what that meant. But thank you, Coach Beiste. You're pretty cool."

"Anytime, kid. Now get." She gestured to the door. "You're only supposed to be here for your work. You don't wanna be in any more trouble."

---

"You know, most of the guys have pre-tied ties?"

From the open doorway, you heard a chuckled voice, one that you could never forget, bringing a smile to your face.

Peering up into the mirror, you spotted Quinn Fabray. Looking as pretty as ever in her red dress to match the rest of the girls in your club. Hair styled in such a way that it would be up and away from her face while it still could be considered down.

But it wasn't how beautiful she looked that made your breath get caught in your throat.

It's the fact that she was smiling at you.

The way she used to before everything happened.

With pure unadulterated affection.

With an amused but still attractive half-smile, you looked over your shoulder, and if it were even possible, she looked better than her reflection.

"Is that right?"

"Yep." She took that as her permission to enter the threshold of the room you were given to get changed in. "Most of them either can't or never learnt how to tie a tie."

A scoffed laugh jostled your body as you continued to fold your tie into its knot.

"Can't relate. I learned when I was seven."

"Where were you going wearing a tie when you were seven?" the blonde laughed, stepping up beside you as you focused on the mirror, wanting to get your Windsor-knot perfect.

"There's a lot of weddings and bat mitzvahs in my family. My parents were more than happy to let me wear a suit if I wanted."

"So, what you're telling me is that there are pictures of a little Y/N wearing tiny suits?"

Hastily, you rose a finger at the girl, looking at her pointedly.

"Don't you dare ask my dad's to show you those pictures."

"But that sounds so adorable," she cooed, her hands coming to hold your bicep, tugging lightly as if to convince you.

"Yeah, and I know you'd think so. Which is exactly why you're not seeing them."

"You're no fun."

You laughed loudly at her sulking words before turning to the blonde, showing off your tie.

"What do you think?"

Quinn brushed her hands down the lapels of your suit jacket, licking her lips as she evaluated your tie, soon looking up into your eyes, nodding her head.

"You look very handsome."

"Well, thank you." You gave a slight bow. "And you look extremely beautiful."

"Don't try to one up me in compliments," she teased, her focus now upon the small bag at her hip as she routed through it.

"I would never," you joked in a fake voice, sounding as if you were outraged by the accusation, "How dare you insinuate such a thing?"

"But we need to do something about those bruises."

"Okay, now how dare you?" your voice took on a more serious tone, albeit still joking, proceeding to move into overly fake weeps, "Do you no longer find me attractive?"

"Honestly?" the blonde inquired rhetorically, as she gazed up at you, moving her eyes to yours as she dabbed some cream onto your skin, "It's kinda hot."

"Oh, really? Might have to get into fights more often then."

"Don't you dare."

Things were left in comfortable silence for a while as she continued to caress your face with her fingertip, dusting the cream over your bruises.

"What?" she asked, a light blush coating her cheeks when she realized you were staring at her.

"You're just really pretty," you whispered back.

"And you're just being charming."

"No, seriously." You gripped her arm, stopping her movements against your face, making her hazel eyes snap to yours as you pressed, "You're beautiful."

"Do you really think so?" she asked, almost timidly.

"Are you kidding? You're like one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. It's almost crazy how-"

You had failed to notice how close you and Quinn had drawn together. Noses almost brushed together as you talked, sharing every breath. Which was why it was so easy for the girl to press her lips harshly against yours, her hands holding your neck in place as you kissed, ignoring the sharp throbbing pains of your still healing split lip.

Just as soon as it had started, it stopped. The blonde pulled away from you, fingers coming to her lips, looking mortified at what she had just done.

But still, you apologised.

"Quinn, I am so sorry," you rushed to speak, arms jutted out towards her in hopes of calming her down, "I shouldn't have kissed you back, I know how you feel about everything, and then there's also Sam."

At the sound of the other blonde's name, Quinn broke out of her shock, taking deep breaths to calm herself further.

"I can't do this with you, Y/N."

"I know, that's-"

"Sam asked me to be his girlfriend, and I haven't even given him an answer."

"Wait. So you're not-?"

"I just can't be here right now. I'm sorry," was the last thing she said before she rushed from the room, with you calling after her.

'Shit'

---

After the whole performance and you escorting Sanatana down the aisle with Puckerman, you were stood with the rest of your group watching the ceremony.

"Please be seated," the reverend told the attendees, making you wish you could after all that dancing. Your ribs were killing you. How boxers did it, you'll never know, "We usually start with a prayer... but a certain young wedding planner, who shall remain nameless-"

Silently, you reminded yourself to thank Kurt after the ceremony was over.

"-Was afraid that some in attendance might fall asleep."

You and Mike had to stifle your snorts as you watched Santana nudge a drowsing Brittany standing across from you.

"So, instead, I'm going to let Burt and Carole tell you in their own words why they've invited you here today."

Taking that as his queue, Burt turned to the audience to speak first.

"I'm not really known for having a way with words... you know, when you're a kid, adults will tell you a lot of things. But one thing they neglect to mention is how sad life can be... I lost somebody I loved very much. But Kurt- He lost his mom."

"Oh, fuck," you breathed to yourself, trying to push away the burning threat of tears.

"And that killed me. You know we got by, but looking back, I-I want to apologize to you, Kurt. What we were living just... wasn't living. You know that saying that when uh, 'God closes a door, he opens a window'? Well." He chuckled. "Sometimes, out of nowhere, he'll do you one better, and he'll kick a whole wall down. He grabbed me by the shoulders, and he pointed me towards this woman right here."

With a quick glance over your shoulder, you found Quinn already looking at you, a sad tint to her eyes, the boy beside her too focused on the ceremony to notice the quick look between the two of you.

But there was one person who noticed.

"And he said, "there she is. Go get her". You're everything, Carole. Words can't describe you. You're everything. And I will love you 'till the day I die."

Carol gave a heavy sniff at her -very- soon-to-be husband's words.

"I'm lucky," the woman began her own speech, "Most women, when they get married, they get one man. I get two. One of you saved me from my wardrobe... the other one just saved me. Kurt, you are an amazing person. I'm not only getting a son. I'm getting a friend. Finn, I know you were resistant at first, but I am so proud of you. I've watched you grow into a man. But I think I'm most proud that you've become a brother to Kurt." The boy's face fell at that. Finally realizing that he hadn't been doing what he knew he should have. "We are four people... becoming a family," she said. Both parents, taking their child's hand to show their unity.

"Okay," the minister said, taking that as the end of Carole's speech, "Burt, do you take Carole-?"

"You bet I do," he interrupted the man loudly, gaining a chuckle from all watching.

"And do you, Carole, take this man-?"

It seemed both adults had a thing for cutting the reverend off as she said, "Oh, yes, I do. Yes, I do." Making the room erupt in more laughter.

The newlyweds soon kissed, claps and cheers sounding as they did.

And so lead to the reception.

Which you were thankful for, seeing as you finally got to sit down.

Your arm was draped across Santana's chair while you leaned back in your own. Watching as the newlyweds danced their first dance as a married couple, with Mr Schue singing ‘Sway’ for them.

The girl moved closer to whisper to you, "How are your ribs holding up?"

"Still killing me whenever I do too much. Why?"

"So, I guess I'll have to be on top tonight then?"

Looking down at the girl under your arm, you licked your lips when you found her smirking up at you. Quickly, you returned it, turning away from her, telling her all she needed to know.

A vibrating sense to the back of your neck allerted you to the the feeling of somebody watching you.

With a glance over your shoulder, you spotted one Quinn Fabray, staring you down. Eying the arm over the back of Santana’s chair. Hazel eyes connecting with yours, was all the blonde needed to see to know that she had been caught.

Your smile was smug when you turne back around to your table, a self-pleased feeling welling inside of you, at the knowledge that you could still make her jealous.

When Santana shimmied her shoulders, you laughed, leaning in real close to her ear to mutter.

"Your boobs look great in that dress."

"Thank you. They cost a lot."

Your laugh was covered by Mr Schuester speaking into the microphone.

"And now, I'd like to introduce one of the best men. Finn Hudson."

"He can't drink that!" you called over when the waiter offered him a flute of champagne, gaining a whole laugh from the reception hall. Everyone knew that it was only for tradition's sake and that it was non-alcoholic.

"Hi, uh, thank you, Y/N. And thank you, everyone else," he referenced the clapping that had just finished for him, "Best man. Right. Uh..." he tried to remember what he had to say, "Well, I want to propose a toast to my mom... who is so awesome. Uh, I mean, somehow, even without one in the house, you taught me what it means to be a man. In Glee Club, uh, whenever two of us got together... we got a nickname."

"Most of them are weird as hell," you mumbled, making Santana smile beside you.

"Rachel and I are 'Finnchel'."

"Disgusting."

"Rachel and Puck were 'Puckleberry'."

"Even worse."

"And today, a new union was formed. Furt."

"What the hell is a Furt?"

Raising a hand, the brown-eyed girl by your side covered your mouth so that you wouldn't make any more sassy comments for at least a few seconds before she dropped her hand back on her lap. The action reminds you far too much of Quinn, who used to do that same thing to you.

"You and me, man. We're brothers from another mother. And quite frankly, no one else has shown me as much as you about what it means to be a man. And over the past few weeks, uh, some stuff's gone down, and I haven't manned up like I should've. But, from now on, no matter what it costs me, I got your back. Okay? Even if it means getting a slushie in the face every now and then." The crowd chuckled, but only the Glee Club laughed with the knowledge of how true it was. "You put this entire wedding together by yourself, Kurt. So, as a thank you, I had the Glee Club put together a little number in your honour. You're gonna dance with me, dude."

As you rose from your seat, you saw the boy shaking his head, mouthing the word 'no'.

"Hey," you leaned over to speak to him as your club started singing, "If I have to dance with Satan, you can dance with him. Ow. Ow. Ow. I meant 'Santana'. I meant 'Santana'," you tried as the Latina grabbed your arm, squeezing it in punishment. Before she pushed you away to join the boys in the performance.

At this rate, and with what was going to happen later that night, your ribs were never gonna get better.

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It was after the wedding, and you had one task. Sneak Santana past your sister's room.

Seems easy enough.

But so did a lot of hard things.

"Hey," you said, entering the threshold. Watching your sister, sitting at her vanity, still in her red dress, taking off her earrings.

"Hey." Rachel turned to face you, surprised you were even talking to her if you didn't have to.

This may not have been the right time to follow Coach Beiste's advice, with the situation and all, but you found that you just couldn't avoid it anymore.

"Why did you do it?"

She knew what you were talking about instantly.

Of course, she knew.

"We just wanted Sam-"

"To stay in the club, I know." You nodded, having heard it all before. "But the thing is, I don't think you realise is that I doubt he would have left if he didn't win. Sam just doesn't seem like the person."

"We didn't know that then."

"I did." You shrugged. "I could tell. You really hurt me by going behind my back, Rachel. You literally worked against me just singing a song with someone. I mean, you're my sister. You're not supposed to do this type of stuff."

"You like her, don't you?" Your eyes grew fearful with Rachel's random question, the shorter Berry unnecessarily moving to clarify, "Quinn. You like her."

You looked away, swallowing the lump forming in your throat.

'You couldn't let her find out the truth about Quinn'

"All right. Yes," you admitted, turning back to your sister, "I like her, okay? And before you say anything, I know it's never gonna happen. I know that. It's just... over the summer, something happened between us- I didn't tell her, before you ask," you answered the question that was on the tip of your tongue, as soon as she opened her mouth, "It was just some stupid fight. And well, at the beginning of school, things were slowly getting back to normal. It was like we were becoming friends again. And then when you butt your way in. Whatever you said to her, made things go back to how they were at the end of summer." With a final shrug, you finished, "I just wanted my friend back."

It's not like it was entirely a lie.

But it wasn't entirely the truth, either.

You know what they say, 'if you tell a lie, build it on some truth'.

They also say 'liars never prosper'.

But you had a valid reason for it.

"I'm sorry," Rachel uttered meekly, finally understanding your whole reaction to her betrayal.

With a nod, you turned to leave, knowing that she would fill Finn in, so that was one less thing you had to do.

"Wait-"

"I accept your apology." You paused at her door with a hand on the frame, looking back at her. "But I'm not ready to forgive you yet."

And if you stayed any longer, Santana would not be so forgiving either.

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"Hey, guys," you said, walking up to the two blondes talking by Sam's locker after Quinn had just given him something, "Please entertain me while Mrs Willis finishes her class, so I can get my work."

"This is what you get for being suspended," the cheerleader sassed.

You hummed at the girl, dismissing her words, as you looked down at the tube she had just given the boy in his hand.

"What's that?" you pointed to it. "It looks like haemorrhoid cream." Quickly turning to Quinn, you asked, "Did you give him haemorrhoid cream?"

"It's not haemorrhoid cream."

"It sure fuckin' looks like haemorrhoid cream."

"It's 'Arnica'," she clarified, as Sam held back his chuckles beside you, "It helps with bruises."

Leaning towards the blonde boy, you whispered, "I think it's haemorrhoid cream. Wait," your voice clear now, "That's the stuff you put on my face. Did you put haemorrhoid cream on my face?!"

"It's not haemorrhoid cream."

"Oh my, God, you put haemorrhoid cream on my face."

Quinn sighed heavily, throwing her head back at your continued assault of annoyance upon her. Sam smiled along with you in amusement.

"Can you leave? We were having a conversation here." She waved a hand towards Sam.

"No. I think I'd rather be a part of it, thanks."

"Y/N."

At her stern tone, your hands rose in defence, beginning to move around the two, sassing the girl with more jokes as you did.

"Okay, I get when I'm not wanted. I'll leave you two be. I just wanted to spend some time with my friends, but I guess I'll go fuck myself then. Sam. Enjoy your handful."

You were halfway down the hall when you turned back to the two, only to see Quinn holding her hand against the door of Sam's locker. A familiar piece of jewlery sitting upon her ring finger. The one Sam had shown you earlier that week. Your heart plummeted at the sight.

'She had accepted his proposal to be his girlfriend'

The only good thing about this week was the wedding.

And oh yeah, settling the dust with your sister.

But mainly the wedding.

About ten minutes later, your eyes were assaulted with the disgusting image of Quinn practically leaning her whole body into Sam. Her back pressed against his chest from their seats at the back of the choir room, looking absolutely lovey-dovey.

"Hey, Mr Schue," you called out to the man, surprising him with your presence in the school.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"Where's my Spanish work?" you smiled, stepping further into the room but still staying close to the door.

The teacher sighed at himself, "Y/N, I'm so sorry I totally forgot."

"I'm on suspension here, man," you replied in jest, as he dug through his bag to find the work he had printed out for you, "If Sue catches me, she'll have my head." You gained a laugh from the group as you popped your head out the door as if looking out for the woman.

"Here you go." You stepped forward, taking the papers Mr Schue held out, stuffing them in your backpack, along with the others you had collected. Just as Kurt walked in behind you.

"Kurt. Good. Oh, I wanna talk to you about this amazing idea I had for a solo for you at Sectionals."

"Can I make an announcement first?"

"Yeah."

"Y/N?" You hummed, looking up when the boy called your name just before you could walk through the door. "Will you stay? You need to hear this too."

"Okay..."

The boy turned to speak to your gathered group.

"First, I wanted to thank everyone for what you did at my dad's wedding, especially Finn. It's nice to know that I have great friends here, as well as a true brother... which is why it's so hard for me to leave."

Your shoulders dropped at Kurt's saddened words, backpack hanging in your hand.

"What do you mean 'leave'?" Quinn asked with urgency, pulling herself from her boyfriend to lean over her knees as the boy delivered the rest of his news.

"I'm transferring. To Dalton Academy. Immediately. My parents are using the money they saved up for their honeymoon to pay for the tuition."

"Kurt, you can't leave," Tina said.

Finn got up, moving closer to the boy. "What the hell, dude? How about you talk with me about this first?"

"I'm sorry, Finn, but there's nothing to talk about." The boy shook his head. "Karofsky's coming back tomorrow, so that means I won't be."

"We can protect you," Sam tried to reason. Followed by Puckerman.

"Seriously. We can like, form a perimeter around you, like the secret service."

"Yeah."

"The only thing that can protect me is what they have at Dalton, a zero-tolerance no bullying policy. It's enforced."

You hadn't said a word the whole time, which was unusual for you, to say the least. Not even at your sister's words did you utter anything.

"Um, does that mean that you're gonna be competing against us at Sectionals?"

Mercedes spoke next with a sad voice as she gained nearer, "Kurt."

"I'm sorry. I... I have to go," the boy replied to her silent question, on the verge of tears. Backing up to exit the room, turning, only to be face to face with you. A silent you. "Y/N, I... I'm sorry that you fought for me for no reason."

He was surprised when you suddenly pulled him into a comforting hug.

"I'm just happy you're gonna be safe."

At your words, tears finally fell from Kurt's eyes, his fingers digging into your back, hugging you closer to his body. Thankful for how good of a friend you were.

When you pulled back, your arm was still draped over his shoulders, looking intently into the boy's eyes. Unable to see the way the head cheerleader looked at you.

You had never been more attractive to her than at this moment.

Not when you were fighting, acting all confident, or when you were bruised up.

When you were caring about your friend.

"Come on," you pulled the boy closer to your side, "I'll walk you out."

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Ayesha Liveblogs Devil is a Part Timer S2

"He had four trusted generals: Lucifer, Adramelech, Alciel, Malacoda." Where does Camio, Big Bird Friend, fall into the order of generals

This is such a wildly different experience than watching the first season because I know EXACTLY who is coming into the Devil's Castle and what's about to happen. I am THRILLED

It's gotta be a different animation studio for this season; they've fallen into the trope of making everything shiny and round (just googled: It is)

I do admire Japanese animation's approach to censoring insects. Me as an animator kjghgkjhg

"I can barely remember my parents." I love foreshadowing

WELCOME HOME BABY!!!!!!!!!!

"Papa is... Satan." "I see, your Papa is Satan. Huh?" HAHAHAHA I love how quick everyone is to believe Maou has been spending his Devil days philandering

"Her father is the Devil and her mother is the Hero?" ENEMIES TO LOVERS COPARENTING; ALL I'VE EVER WANTED

I also love how quickly Emi folds and agrees to be Alas Ramu's mama

"If you are willing, once King Satan gains power in Japan and forms his new Devil's Army, I'd like to see you in its highest position." Ashiya said: After you finish school please consider pursuing full-time work at Demon Inc., Chiho!!

"You and Mr. Maou have a kid?" Rika continues her spot-on assessments

"Have you two ever stopped to consider how it looks for a high school girl to come in and out of a man's apartment, taking care of a baby?" Manager Kisaki raises a very fair point

"I don't know enough about society to confidently dismiss it." I feel like this is somewhat a thesis statement for Maou's time in Japan

I love that Emi is denying being the Devil's wife, which no one has accused her of, to herself

Maou petting Alas Ramus's hair as he talks <3 I love his Dad era

"Of course she's not my kid," said Maou, to a montage of him working hard to support Alas Ramus, installing a children's bike seat and integrating her into every part of his home:

"That outfit would be hard to fight in." That's okay Ashiya she's going on a family date

Maou making a life-altering confession that he's no longer interested in leading the demon armies while he and Emi go hat shopping

"Even if I got all my magic back, I couldn't conquer the world the way I am now." "Very true. If all the demons are dead, you can't be their lord anymore, either." It kills me that they're having this conversation in front of the hat saleslady. Does she think they're talking about D&D LMAO?

"I wanted to know what Emi's face would look like on a date with a man." Family date confirmed by Rika ahahah

Rika asking Chiho what she's doing here as if Chiho does not follow Maou literally everywhere he goes

Alas Ramus's calls for 'Mama' after waking up are very telling

I'd ask why Ashiya seems to be majority comic relief but I guess he plays a similar role in the manga; it just feels less concentrated

I love one (1) set of parents and child. Look at this silly family!!

"You're frowning, Mr. Boyfriend!" Hahaha I love this photographer giving everyone titles by how he thinks they're related to one another. First Emi (Mom) and Maou, now Ashiya (Mr. Boyfriend) and Rika

"Because I was crying, she said. Because I was the first demon she'd ever seen cry." Maou being human before he was human <3

It does make me laugh that Maou and Emi bop each other on the head when the other is being ignorant

"They're all names of sephiroth, the cosmoplastic orbs in the Tree of Life. Alas Ramus may be an incarnation of Yesod." You know, no matter how many times I hear this explanation, I still don't really understand what Alas Ramus is LOL

It is killing me they're having this kidnapping threatening conversation while Maou is holding a bunch of balloons. They were passionate for the continuity of it

"What parent would exchange their kid for pizza money?" You know, it probably wouldn't be the first time, Maou

It also makes me laugh that all members of the Devil Family are making the exact same >:( face at Gabriel:

"You may end up with all of Heaven as your enemy." "I'm not about to make a kid cry just to save my own life." Maou said: I've only had Alas Ramus for a day but if anything happened to her I'd demonic force everyone in this room and then myself

Chiho said: I can tell you're an angel 'cause you're MEAN, Gabriel

Hahahaha, Chiho used her most powerful move to get Gabriel to go away! The tears of a teenage girl

"At times like this, an adult plans for the worst and manages risk. Emi, you sleep here tonight." I wish all risk management plans came in the form of a slumber party

"I figure I'm reaping what I sowed. But I think the ones who died during my invasion of Ente Isla probably would've put their lives on the line to save their kids. If they could do it, surely the Devil himself can do it." Maou said: A custody battle is step one in my Twelve Step Program For Balancing Your Karma

Ashiya's explanation to Suzuno that they invaded Ente Isla because demons are naturally poor gkjhgkjhjgh

No offense but this is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life:

Emi asking about the bedtime story because of how desperately she wants to understand Maou ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Maou bowing his head to beg for his daughter's life 😭😭😭😭

"Er, could you have your marital spat later?" Even Gabriel sees what's happening here

"Get away from Alas Ramus," said Emi to Gabriel as her daughter sucker punched him through the sky with a beam of light

HAHAHAHAHA Lucifer intimidating the nameless soldiers of the Heavenly Regiment just by telling them to get lost

Maou offering to have Emi kill both him and Gabriel just to get Gabriel away from Alas Ramus is both Incredible Teamwork and Strong Co-Parenting

"'Til death do us part," said Emi about Maou, both as a marriage vow and a threat

So consumed am I in the plot of family shenanigans that I don't have all that much to say about Gabriel as guardian of the Yesod. I guess it's very Naraku in Inuyasha of him to try to take advantage of the shard collection that Team Devil and Hero have formed

I did already know Alas Ramus was going to eat the sword, but it's fun to see how they animated it as a little chomp, like a teething toy

It's honestly very fair of Emi to teach Maou to feel a fraction of the loss he caused by not telling him wher Alas Ramus is right away

"I'm not cryin'," said Maou, while actively wiping tears away

Djdjlkdjdkjd Maou cackling to himself over how beautiful his kid is. 10/10 first-time father, no notes

"You said 'three'—that means you're counting Mr. Urushihara, right?" Urushihara has cultivated a reputation for himself as incapable of completing manual labour or social interaction

Also, to be fair I just remembered he's a wanted man HAHAH

"You were very cooperative with the Devil today." Why DID Emi need to be there for them watching the job opportunity video tape? Maou: Emi is short for EMotional support

Sariel really thinks he should be congratulated for not trying to kidnap a child

"If you give me a good answer [about your romantic feelings] I'll have to duel Miss Yusa for you someday." Real and true

The blind loyalty Chiho has to Maou is very funny. She said (lightheartedly): I don't care who you're trying to conquer, I'll be your informant

They talk about the nostalgia of trains like Ente Isla isn't comparatively in like the 1800s hahahahah

"No wonder your mother trusts you." Emi really embracing Mum Mode too even with Chiho hahahah

I will always love the assumptions about the relationships in this friend group:

"House dirty." I wonder how Amane feels having her business location roasted by a toddler

"I just don't get the trope of dead people coming back and doing bad things." Amane said: Maou, Emi, you can't raise your daughter to be ghostophobic

"That startled me! It sounded just like a dragon." Maou casually implying he has a history in Ente Isla with dragons???? Elaborate

"What are demons doing here in Kimigahama, Chiba?" asked Alciel, as if he were not also a demon hanging out in Kimigahama, Chiba

I adore that the Devil's Army immediately forms a protective circle around Camio. They're just one fucked up family:

I know these four were technically the pillars of a demonic plague on their society but I do have to laugh that Maou and his generals can be described as: Part-time MgRonald's worker and doting fathe , chronically-ill househusband, teenage shut-in with a criminal record and shopping addiction, and Big Bird

Camio with tears in his eyes because he missed his little Demon King 😭

I loooooove them all working together in the beach shack. They are so good at teamwork!!!

I cannot help but realize, since these patrons are going to later be revealed as ghosts, that at least four of them are dead children

"Tomorrow we might have customers who come to get a look at you!" said Maou, like that wasn't a weird thing to say about a sixteen-year-old

"Well, I'm grateful and everything, but there's nothing to compliment." Maou said: I'm actually tiddy man myself (but as a demon he does have enough tiddies for the both of them)

"Why does Olba want to negotiate with Heaven so badly?" Because he's a rancid old man

Emi gasping at insult that she herself uttered at Lucifer who burned down her village kjhgkjhg she truly oscillates from incredibly polite to incredibly sassy

"But Camio survived through intelligence instead of violence," said Maou, as his 1-year-old chased Camio through the room with nothing but argumentative peeps to defend himself

"The cute baby and the woman are the Sacred Sword and the Hero," said Maou, refusing to explain his relationship to either

"Remember how we took over the Demon realm. I had a dream that maybe we could do the same thing with humans in this country." Maou fully telling Camio AND Emi that he is aiming for an enemies-to-family narrative

"After all, the Hero and I never planned to work together, and we still manage okay." YEAH YOU DO!!!!!!!!! Also Emi blushing 👀💗

"You and I brought our war to this country. It's our responsibility." Emi ❤️

"I've only spent two days with you, but I know what kind of people you are." Bold of Amane, but I do love how Team Devil and Hero emanate good vibes

Amane clarifying she could kill them all with one finger but chooses not to:

Emilia thinking of ways to avoid killing Cirriato and the Malebranche!! I love how their approach to conflict develops over time

"He's doing Mito Komon on purpose, right?" I had to Google this reference but as suspected, it is Emi laughing that her homies' dialogue sounds like a shogunate period drama

"Cirriato, may I see your pendant?" I love how politely Emi asks her demon opponent, who she was struggling not to kill mere minutes ago, for his magical-jewel-tracking necklace. And he just hands it to her!!!!

"And when you get back to the demon realm, tell everyone that King Satan lives. And that one of the sacred swords is already in my possession." I do prefer the manga's translation of this moment, which is a more literal, 'one of the sacred swords is already in my grasp':

"I'm going to sever the Gate from this realm. After that it's up to you." "Can you do that?" [Smiling] "I'm telling you that I can." [Smiling back] "Yeah? That's a scary thought." Maou said: Mark me down as scared AND horny

I wish desperately I could've seen Emilia rescuing three grown men by herself from the middle of the sea and dragging them unconscious to shore hahahah. Little Mermaid: Extreme Edition

"They went boom, and then there was a big whoosh and then a hug." Alas Ramus is happy that her parents are getting along

"But the powerful magics you were flinging around yesterday have distorted this sacred place." [Merlin from Shrek voice] Please leave any bad vibes outside the healing vortex

"My enemies became my friends, and now support me in my conquest. Don't you think humans could do the same?" "I see. Perhaps so." This is Maou telling Alciel he wants to make Emi a General

I looooove when Maou romanticizes humanity 💘 Something something inherent beauty of being a person

Maou politely handing Emi a crystal which will now make her 3x stronger than him ❤️ Supportive Spouse Behaviour

"Better be ready, because when I get my power back, I'm gonna dominate you and everyone else." Why say it like that, Maou?

Emi genuinely baffled that the pressing news of the Devil's Castle is that Ashiya tightened the sink and their daughter learned a new word:

"Well, I guess the moral is that even dark lords get heat sick and carsick." "What? 'Dark lords'?" Maou is SO used to saying insane stuff in front of people and never getting called on it because they're all also freaks of nature or retail workers

"By the way everything in this area other the public roads belongs to the Sasakis." Devil's Army learning that Chiho was born into wealth

Chiho's family is quite eager to meet Maou as her coworker and crush but lack the context that he is, technically, an unwed father

The Devil's Army has been felled by one (1) day of farm work

"Mama! Papa's here!" The unwed father's out of the bag HAHA

"But Miss Yusa looks just like her mom, so when Miss Yusa visited, Alas Ramus got attached." Riho said: Sounds like bullshit, but I'll allow it

"I was raised on a wheat farm. I think I can be more useful than they can." Emilia has some farm-related trauma to work through

"I'm sorry I came here looking like this," said Chiho, about her pretty modest pajamas, as if Maou does not chill in his apartment in far less in front of all of them LOL

"We destroyed her home life. Of course her reaction would be, 'How dare you do farm work?'" Something something a fundamental desire to understand each other 💘

I love how Suzuno is consistently the only one who uses first names for everyone (with a semi-archaic honorific)

Emi giving Maou a horticultural lesson while they pick eggplants 🥺💔 Both useful and a way of processing her anger

"But if you start regretting it, my thirst for revenge might waver a tiny bit." Babygirl. You are co-parenting a child, who is the sword you wanted to use to kill him. You go everywhere together, including family dates and sleepovers. You fight enemies together. Your thirst for revenge HAS wavered, and you are full-on a team now

Fjkjfljf I see they cut out Hinako joking that Emi was Maou's wife to get a rise out of Chiho hahahaha. They don't have time for every line, I suppose

I love that Emi and Maou agree to send the others away and take the bear on, but then Maou, who isn't really at his strongest anyway, does absolutely nothing in this fight

It was just as thrilling as I imagined to see Emi body slam a bear:

"However, neither he nor the good Hinako disclosed the details of the fight even to me, let alone the public." Sasaki fam said: Grandma didn't raise no snitch

"As long as there's enough magic in the air, demons don't need to eat. I bet a world that doesn't produce food can't create societies." The mechanics of the demon world fascinate me to no end

I love how demonstrably intelligent and good at leadership Maou is 🥰🥰🥰 Even in his human body, he is the first person to start organizing people, figuring out strategies to get customers or to protect the Sasakis' produce! It really gets to me how he approaches every task with equal sincerity

"Maybe ya aren't normal people," said Grandma Sasaki, in the understatement of the century

Lucifer said: Let me give you some insight into the mind of a criminal who is taking the path of least resistance

The reason the thieves took a watermelon is maybe for a Thieving Trophy but mostly for the plot convenience of allowing Suzuno to get a good look at the thieves rolling up to the farm

I adore the imagery of these two young woman absolutely destroying this car with minimal effort:

God I'm fucking enamoured with the teamwork of this whole sequence. Urushihara as the tech/commander centre, Ashiya as capturing the first thief, Suzuno and Emi as the vengeful apparitions, Maou as the demon who delivers the final blow

"You four will spend the rest of your lives paying the price for hurting people. Just like us." Maouuuuuuuu 😭💔❤️‍🩹

"I can feel something cold from way down the mountain. Everything is over now." Grandma Sasaski said: I'm a little psychic, what about it

"Ya used to see folks like that sometimes, way back when." WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE WERE YOU HANGING OUT WITH, GRANDMA SASAKI???? HOW MANY ENTE ISLANS HAVE BEEN TO EARTH!!

More family photos for Maou's MgRonald's comfort album ❤️

"Emilia, I'm pretty convinced this weirdo is your mother." What a way for Emerada to break this news hahahah

We cut to: Gabriel just living life at his temp agency

"Be quiet, Emilia! I secretly don't want to buy a TV!" It's killing me that this mundane conversation between demons is irrepressibly honest

"I spend a lot of time thinking about whether there's some way that all of the people I love can find happiness together." "There isn't." Chiho 🥺 Also Emi and Maou responding to this question the exact same way kjghjghg. They're self-aware of their 'it's complicated' relationship status 💞

"As long as the Devil is in Japan, he's hardworking and safe. And you and I get to enjoy an easy life in an unbelievably rich culture, blessed with good friends and confidants." Suzuno cutting straight to the heart of their situation ahhhhhhh

Between Emi and Rika having problems and 'Don't do that to me,' I wonder if Co-worker Maki thinks that Rika and Emi are dating

"Way better than sitting around in that empty space for so maddeningly long. I couldn't take the boredom anymore, so I joined Satan's plan." The mechanics of Lucifer's fall from Heaven make even LESS sense given the events of the manga

Can we take a minute to note the absolutely haunting background music to Emerada's phone call. For why????

"I invited her to stay the night, and she moved herself in with me..." Why does Emerada phrase it like she's been fucking Emilia's mum LMAO

Whoever decided to take the creative license to make Chiho's friend a fuj*shi. Thanks I hate it

I love the implication that Rika and Ashiya have a budding phone call relationship where they discuss things like the trip to Choshi

Maou explaining his ability to speak English with 'I've had a lot of situations' me too man hahahaha

"Have you by any chance, fallen for Ashiya?" Maou doesn't believe in beating around the bush

"It's not my place to say this, but isn't it boring to live life alone?" Maou said: Ashiya should have a girlfriend, and you should get on an app or something, Suzuno

Ashiya answering Rika's questions as honestly as possible because he wants to tell her someday 💕

I wonder what the people of Japan think about the exploding TVs that have no consistency in brand. Seismic event?

"Raguel and Sariel worked as a pair. They'd strip angels of their immortality, banish them to Ente Isla—" Lucifer dropping the incredibly wild lore that they will not elaborate on

"You, who keeps together two beings that by rights should be incompatible... may one day become the mother of a new Daath." Lailah, I feel like this is giving Chiho a lot of credit for something that's not even mostly on her. Emi and Maou have persistently tried to understand each other, regardless of if Chiho was there or not. Besides that, you'd think that if you were gonna credit someone for bringing them together, it'd be Alas Ramus

Lmao @ Emi being the Heavenly equivalent of a Zonkey

"If people knew that angels were the same as normal humans, humanity's faith and worship would crumble." I don't know, the cross-form courtship didn't seem to bother followers of Zeus. Tales told, he'd impregnate anything

"She says to say, 'leave me alone, dummy!' and stick out my tongue." Lailah confirms via Chiho that sass is genetic

"I now begin your trial!" is actually a sick as hell way to declare a fight, go Suzuno

Emilia having a crisis of morality about Maou not actually having killed her father while Maou and Alciel are literally transforming into demons in front of a crowd of people

Maou bursting a cola bottle out of concern for his Not Wife:

Also also. Is the implication here just that Lailah had Chiho throw a magical dust storm over various parts of Tokyo in the hopes some would hit Maou. Bold. I like it

"But if I hadn't been the Hero, I probably wouldn't have met you, so I don't hate it so much now." Emi is such a good mum 💞 She said the absentee parenting ends with me

"You recovered fast. Processed all your emotions already?" "None of it makes sense, so I'm putting it off until later." WOW WHAT A LIFE MOOD EMI HAHAHAHA

"Are there fees in Heaven?" Even angels cannot escape capitalism

Maou reasonably points out that Chiho is way too chill about being possessed hahahaha

"Surely haven't forgotten me... Satan Jacob." I fully forgot that Maou has a real name

"As the househusband, Ashiya manages the Devil's Castle's finances," I love that the recap special is calling it like it is

I enjoy the description of Alas Ramus as "taking the Devil and Hero for her family," because it has the double meaning of 1) assuming they are their family and 2) making them her family by force, they must obey the toddler

I know the implication is that Lailah is Alas Ramus's metaphorical mother, but I do like both Alas Ramus and Emi's bond and also just the idea that Lailah has essentially strong-armed Emilia (and Maou) into giving her a grandbaby

Lailah, probably: I can't wait to be a grandma

Emi: I'm not expecting any children

Lailah: You should be 🥰

"They managed to drive off Gabriel with the power of family." What an accurate and funny way to describe this fight

Say what you will about Gabriel, he's not above a tactical retreat

"Of the two of them, the one we really need to watch out for is Alciel." Suzuno said: Ladies, ur man is gullible he'll be fine

"Tailing them was going a bit far." Hahahaha Maou is one of the only people in this friend group who isn't possessed of the urge to relentlessly follow the other friends for entertainment or suspicion

I said this 3 minutes before he sent Ashiya to tail them again hahahaha

I love that Suzuno and Emi's excuse for where they're going is just "girls talk." What you gonna do about it, Demon Boys?

"That your wife?" "She's the mother, but not my wife." I do appreciate the town being under the general impression that Alas Ramus is the product of Emi and Maou having a one-night-stand

HKJFHFKJFHKJFH I guess they cut out Alas Ramus joining Maou at the bathhouse, because reasonably, even if one of them is her father, they didn't figure it was best practice to animate her hanging out with three grown men at an onsen

"I can't think of anything more touching than someone wanting power not to leap into danger, but to escape or help her rescuers." Chiho ❤️

Also lmao @ them having this very sober conversation about Chi's motives for learning magic all dressed in their towels:

REAL QUICK ACKNOWLEDGEMENT THAT THE NEW OPENING THEME FUCKING RULES?????? HELLO!!!!!! It is every AMV I've ever mentally made for this series

"My goal is to become a barman." Love this for Kisaski

"The Devil turned out not to be the father-killer that Emilia wanted revenge on." [soft gasp] I kind of forgot that Chiho wasn't privy to this news LOL

"Why do I have to go through this headache to protect the devil?" Because you loooove him, Emi

Maou trying to protect Emi's feelings by suggesting he'll do evil things again 💘 Insane, but sweet

"If you really were just a cruel, bloodthirsty demon king, I wouldn't... I wouldn't be struggling with this so much! You never wanted to conquer the world! I think you just wanted someone to recognize you for doing something big!" EMI 😭😭😭 Something something a fundamental desire to understand each other

"Maybe that saved me from saying something I shouldn't." I desperately want to know what Maou's response to this was going to be before he got barrier-kidnapped

"If we refuse to change the path we walk, the world won't change either!" Maou being determined to learn a better way of life for his demon subjects

Fjfjlfjf Chiho popping up in the barrier to explain sumo idioms

Emi finally deals with some consequences to having a sentient toddler sword: Sometimes she won't want to fight ur enemies

Sariel said: I've turned over a new leaf, I'm in my helping era

"Yes, adults have dreams for the future too, you know?" How old is Kisaki supposed to be to be calling Maou kid LOL? I didn't peg her as any older than mid 20s

I love how much Maou looks up to full-time manager Kisaki

"Why else? To figure out why it went wrong, so I can help with Satan's dream." It's unclear to what degree Chiho is pro-world conquest hahahah

Immediately she clarified she's aiming for a happy, cooperative family dinner kind of conquest. Like being the president, but of your family, I guess

"What can such a thing [as currency] mean in the face of true might?" "Nothing, but I'm out to give it meaning." Somehow I don't think capitalism is the solve for Maou's problems

Maou turning himself into a demon using Suzuno and Emi's celestial force as a poison is one of my favourite mechanisms in this show kjhgkhgkj

HAHAHAH I love Maou declaring the girls as part of his Four But Actually Five Great Generals. Perfect writing. No notes:

Maou trying to relieve some of Emi's struggle by inviting her to find out who he really is and how he views the world 😭❤️

"Emilia the Hero, follow me," said Maou, accidentally proposing to his Not Wife

"I've given up on that closet. That's where we store Urushihara," said Ashiya, like he was a bag of flour and not a fallen angel in the body of a teenage boy

You know, I wasn't sure they were going to adapt the futon story because I believe it's a bonus chapter but I am sooo glad they are

I think this 'Emi has to be two train stations away' max sounds like something they made up for the show, bc I don't remember it. But I love it, more sleepovers!

"You mean the best course is to have Alciel and Lucifer sleep in my apartment like when Gabriel came?" Mama, Papa, and Baby sleepovers no less kjhgkgh. Emi could EASILY stay with Suzuno

"Parenting is a series of surprises, huh?" said Maou to Emi, about Alas Ramus getting a booboo, like their daughter hadn't arrived to them via giant apple with arms through a dimensional gate

Emi having an existential crisis every time they act like they're married with a child, which, they kinda are

When they lift Alas Ramus together over the staircase!!!! :')

"What's tough is deciding whether I should prioritize 'Hero' or 'Mama,' that's all." "I'm sorry. Both of my priorities work pretty much the same, so..." Maou apologizing for being fully oriented towards his family when Emi can't be ❤️‍🩹

Maou smiling while he thinks of their first human interactions, which consist of him giving Emi an umbrella and her trying to shank him ❤️ Insane Boy Behaviour

I truly can't remember where this udon B-plot is going LOL

"The sleepover can't happen!" said Ashiya, as if they were in grave danger

"You're usually pretty at home in Mom Mode yourself." HEE HEE Maou also calls it Mom Mode!!

HAHAHAHAHAHA Emi and Maou trying to manage both the feelings of their daughter (who wants them to get along and sleep as a family) and Chiho (who wants them to get along but also really doesn't want them to sleep together)

Maou 🤝 Alas Ramus 🤝 Lucifer: Being sensitive to ginger

Emi going to stay at her parents' place to get away from her feelings circles back to Romantic Drama: Family Edition

"Is it me, or you all acting like Emi's definitely in trouble—and like I have to go save her?" She is and you do, Maou

It's really very interesting when Ashiya and Lucifer show their political understandings of Ente Isla and the consequences of naming Emi general, but also her overall chance of survival. A foresight that Maou is trying hard to emulate

Maou convinced that Emi is going to come back 💔

Hahahaha, Tsubasa/Acieth just sniffing Maou in a public place like that's not a weird thing to do

LMAO @ THEM DOING THIS IN FRONT OF RIKA AND JUST LEAVING ASHIYA TO HAVE TO EXPLAIN:

Hfhgghkgjh I forgot that Acieth is the younger sister in the Yesod girls equation

Maou just plopping Emi's dad in their living room via magical flight while Ashiya is trying his best to explain why Suzuno and Urushihara could ALSO fly is peak comedy

"When a chosen one is prepared to expose the truth of the world, bring the wings to our daughter." Nord. Did your wife make a prophecy? Elaborate

Also. Also. Also. I know I shouldn't be phased by this. But WIFE? WHO OFFICIATED THIS WEDDING BETWEEN A FARMER AND AN ANGEL?

HAHAHAHAHA Libicocco pausing his terrorizing to teach Chiho how to say his name

"If you don't like what I'm doing, Miss MgRonald's Barista General, then force me to stop." Libicocco believes in addressing people by their correct titles

Obsessed with the implications of Rika's surprise towards Emi not being Japanese. What is the racial delineation of Ente Isla? Do all people in Ente Isla look ethnically Japanese? They have different skin tones, certainly, but do they generally appear some variety of features we would categorize as East Asian? Because Japan is one of the most ethnically homogenous places in the world, so either everyone looks like they're from Japan, or we have abandoned the structure of race entirely

"This is an oversimplication, but you can think of Yusa as an alien." [X-Files theme tune plays]

Rude of them to attack Ashiya, chronically-ill househusband

Maou's love for Alas Ramus is only matched by his irritation towards Acieth Alla

"I'd rather regret being betrayed than regret losing faith." 💗Suzuno

Lucifer protecting Suzuno/Bel and Chiho with his wings 😭 Their relationship has come so far

"We're just putting them back where they belong." They belong with the people they love and with those that love them!!

"I can't believe I'm letting the ruler of demons have my body... I'm sorry, Mom." Maou said: Thank you for making every interaction as weird as possible, Acieth

Suzuno giving her whole life to protect Chiho!!!!!! I love one (1) found family

"Bold of a mere Malebranche leader to take that tone with me, don't you think?" Maou said: Do you know who I am? Ur about to find out Libicocco

Maou has been here for a minute and a half and he's already managed to bring up Emi twice, I think he misses her

[YELLING] POWER SWAPPPPPPPPP YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Also the fact that the sword they share is named Better Half. COME ON. COME ONNNNNNNNNNN

"Trying to fight you seems like a losing proposition." Amane defeats Gabriel based on pure vibes

"I'm sure you've got some conflicting duties here, but I don't care. Make one wrong move and I'll punish you," said Maou to Libicocco, as if he had not already chopped off his arm. We have reached the end of his near-infinite patience 💖

Chamuel is living out his Old King Satan beef vicariously through Maou

Props to Ashiya to share coded messages while being kidnapped

"We're gonna go rescue Alas Ramus, Nord, Ashiya... and Emi." YEAH YOU ARE

I fully also forgot that Emi's hometown is named Sloane LOL

"Lisen, Alas Ramus... What's your mama's name?" "Lailah!" Their family tree grows more fucked up by the second LMAO

Also how does Alas Ramus know EVERYONE'S name but Emi's!

It's tough managing tantrums as the parent of a supernatural toddler:

"But I've made up my mind: I'll accept Emi and Mr. Ashiya no matter who they are, and I want to do what I can." Rika said: Count me in for Team Devil and Hero

"In fact, given Emi's strength, it worries me that she hasn't come back." [Everyone in the room gawks] They are unused to this level of emotional honesty from Maou about Emi hahahaha

Do you think Kisaki genuinely doesn't see the magical shenanigans or just pretends not to?

Maou is also forced to empathize with the experience of having a young girl inside his head with little-to-no impulse control and an angel vendetta. Co-parenting at its finest. This is like those people who do labour simulations for their partners hahaha

"I left Heaven before you guys started doing that stuff," said Lucifer, 'that stuff' being the creation of human beings from jewel fragments in their spare time

"I don't want to go back to a world where Heaven's safety is prioritized above all else." Sariel said: Ente Isla is LAME, I love tiddies and fast food management now

Rika constantly roasting Maou for not living up to his reputation both as a human and a demon. It's a fun little dynamic

"Why do I always want whatever I can't have?" said Emi, about a dream that ended with Maou stabbing her to death

"Once this mess is over, we'll have to have a big family meeting." I know they literally refer to each other by familial terms but it makes me happy to hear Maou say it

"My unification of the demon realm brought about order and peace, and fear and despair gradually disappeared. As a result, our magical reserves began to rapidly decline. Which was inevitable in hindsight, because we'd gotten rid of its source. It was my fault, and the realm would have starved if I didn't do something." I genuinely fucking love this world-building. What a paradox!!! To desire peace to have more of your people continue living and be driven to famine by its existence

"I forgive you, though. Satan, king of demons, I have heard your confession. I have judged all your words true, and I absolve you in my name, the name of Crestia Bel... regardless of whether God or anyone else in the world refuses to." This is one of my favourite conversations in this series. Suzuno having them back-to-back so Maou is better able to share, Maou's confession, the absolution. IT'S GOOD WRITING!!

Emi trying to prevent the army from killing any more demons!!! I love her

Emi crying over her fallen enemy she didn't even face because now in every demon she sees her friends 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Albert, join forces with us. Rescuing Emi won't be enough to settle this." Maou said: I can go on a rescue mission AND make friends! Multi-tasking

The revelation that sephiroth are not inherently holy is very interesting but I am distracted by Alciel walking around with his pants unbuttoned bc they don't fit LOL

"But I wasn't born directly from sephiroth like they were. My dad came from a sephirah, but my mother is human, so I guess you can think of me as biracial." So race does exist, but in the weirdest way possible

Alciel using the MgR's shifts to calculate their date of rescue

LMAO @ MAOU ready to throw hands with Acieth over his magical impotence

"Adramelech wouldn't follow a King who was some bloodthirsty beast. So when Emilia said she wouldn't kill Satan, I figured I was okay observing just what sort of people these 'demons' really are." Albert admitting he already empathizes with demons, at least a little 💗

"Those are for warding off evil," said the barkeep, like the King of Demons wasn't sitting at a table right beside him getting a to-go box

"Who is Emi to you, Maou?" "Good question." IT IS A GOOD QUESTION

"Emi treats me like she's my equal or better. Everything I lack, she has," said Maou, in a very normal and chill way to describe your rival

Ashiya and Emi being used as pawns against each other 😭

"Why are you coming so deep into my heart?" said Emilia, in a decidedly even less normal or chill way to describe your rival

Alas Ramus coming around to remind Emi she's never alone 💝

"I let a lot of demons die by obeying Olba. I doubt the Devil and Alciel will forgive me." 1) Babygirl that is not your fault and 2) They absolutely will forgive you, you guys have written the masterclass on coexisting with people who have been party to your hardship

Alciel is SO GOOD at coded messages HAHA Emilia just had her sense of hope regained by a tofu-related threat

"The Devil is coming. For me," said Emi, with tears of happiness running down her face. Also. Why say it like that, Emilia

You see, I KNOW, I KNOW. I am being set up for disappointment, because while there's every indication in this arc that Emi has (at the very least) started to fall for/acknowledge her feelings for Maou, I have gathered from where Maou is at, and various little jibes on the internet by viewers (no spoilers pls), that that's probably not the way the light novels go. Which like. A damn shame. Because you have 36 episodes and 20 manga volumes of these two people giving each other a second chance, raising a child together, operating as a team, sharing powers, understanding each other's burdens in a way no one else possibly could, even being called numerous times husband and wife, AND YET. And yet. They will not go all-in on the relationship they've built. Call me a romantic, or barking up the wrong tree, but it seems WHACK

It's Hinata's Law. Wherever there exists a passionate but kind, mildly submissive, busty unacknowledged love interest with unparalleled loyalty to the protagonist, the writer will have to use them as an endgame relationship LMAO

"I need a shoulder to lean on." [Hops on his shoulders] I love Suzuno hahahaha

LMAO @ Albert and Bel getting sent back to start

"Emilia the Hero, you come to challenge me despite knowing the power of my hiyayakko (tofu) and ginger bud? How foolish!" HAHAHAHA THIS IS MY FAVOURITE FIGHT

Olba really miscalculated thinking demons would be loyal to him more than Alciel hahahaha

"Since our hands are tied, we'll dance until our strength runs out!" ❤️ We love a play fight

It is funny that Maou and Acieth are literally allergic to bonding

NOT ALAS RAMUS WANTING UNCLE ALCIEL TO SPIN HER FASTER WHILE MUM IS BEING TOSSED AROUND THE ROOF HAHAHAHA

"Don't damage the place too badly. Nord Justina is being held in the Cloud Retreat." Alciel helping Emi to keep her dad safe 😭

"They've been fighting for seven hours now. Talk about energy!" OMG props to Emi and Alciel for keeping it up so long

"Alas Ramus, Ashiya, Emi—I'm here!" shouted Maou, with literally no current assets to fight beyond a sick sword-girl

HAHAHAHAHAHA I FORGOT HE FOUGHT THE FOOT SOLDIERS WITH FIREWORKS AND MALOTOV COCKTAILS

"Just do your best to avoid hurting anyone!" Maou is so excited to be able to 'threaten people only' hahahah the benign evil of it all

"If I ever return to Japan, I'll make all those apologies I owe you." EMIIIIIIII 😭😭😭😭😭

"Ashiya, don't you think Emi's acting weird?" It's called emotional honesty, Maou, you should try it sometime

"Emi, I don't expect forgiveness for what I did back then either. But I found a lost treasure of yours, so I'm giving it back to you as a token of my apology." MAOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU 😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘

Maou, trying to explain that their daughter has a little sister who looks at least a decade older, who is also kind of the daughter of Emi's father, and Emi knowing Emi's mother is also kind of the mother of Emi and Maou's daughter: We'll trade diagrams later back at home xoxo

They finally have lyrics on the OP and I'm AHHHHHHHHH ("I was still pretending to fight alone / Would life be easier if I just let go" and "I tried to stay quiet but my voice rang out / I sang the song I couldn't forget about / I smiled with you, and that alone lightened my load") I want to tattoo this whole OP to my body

Maou telling Emi repeatedly to stay out of the fight so she doesn't compromise her position in Ente Isla by helping him 😭😭😭😭

NOT MAOU HAVING A FULL-ON PHONE CONVERSATION WITH SUZUNO MID-FIGHT HAHA

"I don't understand, but I shall assist," said Suzuno, summarizing the plot of the whole series

Emi giving Maou a Yesod fragment 😭 SYMBOLISM

EMI GETTING TO SEE MAOU USING BETTER HALF!!!! HEE HEE

"Yesod is branches. They tie life and life, heart and heart." !!!!!!!!!!!!

"Very well, we shall obey you, New General." Farfarello said: Okay Suzuno, you've charmed me

"There can be no genuine angels in this world." I can't believe we're about to unlock the most ludicrous origin story since the Naruto war arc

ACTUALLY THEY'RE NOT GOING TO? THEY'RE NOT GOING TO EXPLAIN THE WHOLE [REDACTED] STORYLINE? OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD!!!! That's so fucking funny. The animation studio said: That's not my problem. Goodbye 💖

"Papa's gonna work even harder than usual—My daughter is watching!" Maou in his ultimate Dad Era

"Human, I don't know what you intend to do next... but don't die." Libicocco said: I would like to be friends with Suzuno also

"Nothing about our relationship has changed," said Maou, like they hadn't had to face and resolve every trauma in their friendship on this one road trip

"I'm giving you the right to choose what I call you from now on, Miss Emilia Justina!" I love Rika 😭

You know, regardless of all other factors, I do find every part of these characters a delight. IT'S A NICE STORY!

#ayesha liveblogs diapt #ayesha talks anime #devil is a part timer #diapt series #liveblogging #i've been liveblogging a lot lately but i will never match how much anime i watched in 2017. including s1 of this show #whatever happened to me that year i will never remember #anyway welcome to this liveblog of the adaption of my favourite manga

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