#Click Jacker

[six-miscellaneous-nebulae]

alright so this took me twenty six hours. yay! please click for quality there are way too many details that i’m super proud of

you know what? labeled version under the cut

1. The flowers/vines wrapped around the frame are primroses. they’re also present to the right of Prim herself

2. The Capitol insignia is present in the four corners of the frame

3. The mockingjay (obv)

4. Dandelions in between Katniss and Peeta

5. A lark for Peeta (I had all the other birds, needed one for him!)

6. The katniss plant is by Katniss herself and Boggs, with a flower right in front of Katniss’s chest

7. A burdock plant, between Katniss and Prim

8. A Honeysuckle flower (Katniss runs into these after her tracker-jacker debacle in book one and remembers them from home)

9. Rue flowers, with other wildflowers (specifically white, purple, and yellow, which are the colors of the flowers Katniss used after Rue died)

10. Buttercup flowers (did you know these are poisonous? I didn’t)

11. Nightshade plant, of which the night lock is based on

12. Dahlias, because if I remember right there was one on Finnick and Annie’s wedding cake

13. Pine tree branches/pinecones, to represent Johanna’s home district, district seven

14. Potato plant/flowers next to Betee and Ampert. They’re also present to the right of Haymitch

15. Mockingjay graffiti

16. Yellow roses in between Haymitch and Maysilee, for friendship

17. Haymitch’s four little doves

18. Cattail, for Mags

19. Graffiti reading “The odds are never in our favor”

20. Blueberries—Maysilee uses blueberries in Sunrise on The Reaping to replenish her poison for her darts

21. Bee Balm

22. Sunflowers, for Lou Lou and the district nine and eleven tributes in Sunrise on The Reaping

23. Red Roses

24. Another mockingjay for Sejanus (this one is a little bluer/more saturated than Katniss’s, due to less generations of breeding with mocking birds)

25. Wheat for Reaper

26. A songbird for Lucy Gray

27. A snake, particularly the one Lucy Gray uses in the beginning of Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

28. A raven, for Lenore Dove

29. Marigolds, symbolic of the cycle of and connection between life and death

30. White Roses

31. A snake from the 10th Hunger Games

[ameliora-j]

Hey, hope you're doing good today 🤠 a blurb or HC on Sugar Daddy!Hotch coming home to reader 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

hi baby !! i’ve missed you on my page 🥹 i’m doin good how are you ? 🩷

content: fluff, sugar daddy!hotch, sugar baby!reader, fem!reader, suggestive at the end, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

you sit on your large california king, painting your toes quietly. aaron was due home tomorrow night, and you wanted to make sure you were ready. you showered—shaving and exfoliating with all the expensive products that aaron had bought you. once you finished your shower, you had latered yourself in cocoa butter, and done your skincare routine.

you now have on your sheer pink fluffy robe—newest iphone propped up on your nail supply box as you facetime with aaron. your chin rests on your knee, funny bunny nail polish brush in hand as you delicately color your toes.

“why are you painting them yourself, princess? i would’ve sent money to get a pedicure” he frowns softly as he stops at a red light. he was in the car, driving back to the hotel for the night he had told you.

“i know daddy, jus wanted to pamper myself tonight” you explain, smiling softly at him. you gently fan your hand over the wet toes, attempting to dry them a bit before pushing them under the led light aaron got you after you complained about a nail tech not curing your nails correctly one time and needing to fix it.

he hums softly in understanding, turning his attention back to the road as the light turns green once more. “i miss you a lot” you pout softly.

“would you believe that i miss you even more, princess?” he smiles genuinely then, though still doesn’t look at you. you lean forward and snap a quick picture of him—his face illuminated by the gentle golden hour glow, smile dazzling in the sunlight.

your face heats a bit at his sentiment, and you smile softly. “jackers misses you too. jessica took him tonight, he fell asleep on the ride home from the waterpark and she told him she was making him monster pancakes in the morning” you giggle.

“oh yeah? did you ask for some monster pancakes too?” he teases, and you can’t deny that he looks undeniably sexy doing a simple task like driving as he pulls into a parking space.

“no, dickhead!” you giggle, throwing a paper towel at your phone screen.

he chuckles softly, humming a bit. “watch it, princess” he warns—gentle, but firm as he knows you’re only teasing. it’s a warning really, letting you know that you’re teetering close to the line.

“yes, daddy” you smile softly, and he hums a gentle ‘good girl’ as he gets out.

“i’m gonna head into the elevator soon, princess. so i’ll call you when i’m in the room, okay?” he smiles.

“okay, daddy. i love you” you smile.

“i love you too, gorgeous” he hums before hanging up.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ °

you have the tv turned up pretty loud, getting comfortable after you and aaron had hung up the phone. you knew that he was going to shower and settle in before calling again, so you had time to watch a bit more of your show.

once your toes had finished curing, you got everything pulled away and curled into your silk sheets, making yourself comfortable. the volume of the tv explains why you didn’t hear the door unlocked, and your focus on the show explains why you didn’t hear his shoes clicking up the stairs.

it was just getting to an intense part as aaron opened the door, the creaking of the hinges startling you a bit—causing you to jump. “aaron…” you gasp softly as you turn and see him.

“hi, pretty girl” he smiles softly. you stand from the bed, rushing over snd wrapping your arms around his middle in a tight hug. he hums in appreciation, hugging you back just as tight as he kisses your head. “missed you more than anything” he whispers, breathing in your scent.

it’s delicious. cocoa butter and a hint of vanilla—just you… home. “i missed you too” you murmur, leaning up and kissing his jaw. “you’re back early” you whisper, nuzzling against his chest.

“we finished early” he explains, rubbing a large, warm hand up your back. “wanted to surprise you” and he kisses your head once more. “well…since you just showered, how bout you let me cleaned up a bit, then we can cuddle and… make up for lost time” he smirks, squeezing your hip as he kisses your jaw.

“yeah daddy. that sounds good…” you hum softly, closing your eyes in pleasure as he nips your neck. “i’ll keep the bed warm for you” you whisper, smiling softly.

[fanartlover1234]

A DEADLY THING

Y/n is ready to get revenge on Bridget and her boyfriend Hook is all in for it

Captain James Hook × Cruella de vil sister!reader

Based on a request from my dm

Hook x VK girlfriend where instead of just Uliana who turns into a flamingo it's also the reader who turns into a flamingo and plans to get revenge on Bridget

Y/n truly was never the one to go extreme on revenge, but now she was fuming.

It was barely past morning when Bridgets flamingo faethers, thosr stupid feathers turned her into a flamingo.

She and the rest where minding their own buisness in shadows when they noticer poor little Bridget handing out treat bribe as usual.

Uliana and Y/n couldnt help but justess with her a little.

Uliana snached the cupcakes and took off the feathers as Y/n slowly made her way there, her black heals clicking as her black mini dress hughed her curves.

"Thats Y/n De Vil, Cruellas younger sister and maybe the only one worse then Uliana" Bridget explained but quieted down when the girl steped infront of her and kicking the fallen tray of cupcakes at her, smearing Bridgets shoes.

"Oops" sound left from her lips before she steped back leaning on Ulianas shouldr and they split the feather four amd four.

"Wait thats too much" Bridget mumbled.

"Be silenent you little -" cough followed by another as all stepes back when Uliana and Y/n both began turning pink and not few seconds later both were chasing Bridget as the pink haired girl ran for her life.

Both girls ran to the side couryard before a push on they backs made them tumble into the fountain.

When they dove up Uliana kepr screaming about getting revenge while Y/n only cursed under her breath in annoyance.

She stumbles over as Hook steped forward taking his jacker off amd placing it over her shoulder.

"Im gonna kill her, im gonna make her pay for what she did" she mumbled all the way to the dorm while Hook only stayed silent too afraid fo get between her anger and her.

When they finaly reached her dorm she stood as the boy leaned on the door frame.

"Well if you need help ploting, y'know where to find me darling" he said reaching in her hair to pull out a feather.

A smirk on his lips as she annoyingly smiled when she blowed the feather from hims friends.

When she said goodbye and closed the door, she was met with Uliana.

"You know what im thinking?" She asked as she poped a candy in her mouth with a tenickle.

"Meet with the rest by the lagoon in 2 " Y/n said before walking in the bathroom when Uliana left.

In two hours the girl was making her way to lagoon and into the fish cave.

"You are late" Uliana said as she crossed her arms.

"Quit scolding and start ploting, you sound like merlin otherwise" Y/n said before walking over to Hook who swing his hooked arm over her soulder.

"How about we make her walk the plank" Hook questioned.

"Darlin' thats too easy" Y/n said brushing under her boyfriends chin with her red nails "we need something worse"

"Prick her with a thousand thorns" Malificent said.

"And what she fall asleep?" Uliana asked annoyed.

"Let burn her to a crisp" Hades obviously said while he's hair set in blue flames.

"Yeah let burn her to crisp" Morgie voted in on what hades had said but Y/n steped in annoyed.

"No, it should be worse, worse, worse than all of these" she said walking up the stairs as Uliana casted a spell so it would bring a perfect punishment for the pinky girl.

"Revenge should be vicious in whatever we do to that poor unfortunate soul should be ten times more cruel" Uliana said as she performed the spell "Calling all spirits of the Black Lagoon show me your recipe fit for her doom toxically sweet with a side of pure spite i need the perfect revenge that will bite"

The light opened as it showed a book and Y/n screamed in annoyance.

"What's this? A book, that's it? Iasked for a painful punishment"

Uliana stoped her when the plan begin to show itself "But hold up, wait, this might be evil on a plate. So I'ma serve her what she deserves, what she deserves "

"And that's justice, dressed up like the sweetest dessert. Perfect" Y/n voted in as she laughed out.

After figuring out revenge Hook and Y/n walked to the dorms.

Hook sat on the girls bed while she got ready, she pulled her black silk sleeping dress on and walked over to Hook who watched her intesly.

"If you keep eye-fucking me, i might not make it tomorrow" she said as she steped arma reach away from him.

"I dont need to eye fuck you, i do it in person rather my sweetling" he said pulling her on his lap both her leg on either side of him.

"Well perhaps after, i wish to see her poor little face when she turns" Y/n said as sne brushed her hand through his brown hair.

The boy smirked at her pulling her closer as he fell back on the bed now both laying down as the girl still sat on his lips.

"Oh i love it when you're wicked" he said.

"Is that so?" The girl asked mockingly before kissing the boy under her.

This was so fun to write and i hope i did a good job at this :)

[ssahotchnerr]

Hi hon :) it's me sending you more tik tok videos

Imagine Aaron being away on cases, so when he catches up with what you send him he finds videos like this

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjRYx2SU/

Or he opens it with the team around him and he's not aware the volume of his phone is up but thats what they all needed ❤️

i cannot express how much i love the tik tok videos they make my day 🥹 and i LOVE this

it saddens you a bit, that aaron misses the funny things jack says on the daily while he's away, or just the normalcy in general. sure, he witnesses jack being a funny lil bug when he is home, but if he's not? you sober in the moment, and find yourself missing him even more if possible :( like you can easily just picture aaron being doubled over in laughter at whatever jack says/does, looking at you in amusement like, 'where does this kid get all this from?' 😭😭😭 <3

so the next best thing: videos!!!! he may be states away, but that doesn't mean he needs to miss out on your and jack's day <3 and he's always just included.

hehe so in instances like that tik tok, you pull out your phone, start recording, and tell jack to tell daddy what he just told you :D

AH so when aaron opens up a video from you - he's sitting at a conference table in the precinct, tensions are high and others are at their wits' end. so when your texts illuminates his screen, he nearly sighs in relief out loud, wondering if somehow you can just read his mind and know that's exactly what he needed. and seeing it's a video of jack? he knows it's going to be good and simply just make his day <3

hehe he jumps a bit in his seat at the abrupt high volume he had forgotten to lower, so as jack's laughter fills the room. he's frantically clicking at the volume button lowering it LOL, and definitely catching the attention of the team.

and as he's watching the cute video you've sent <3333 he smiles so brightly, he can't hold it back, and he even laughs out loud 🥹 the tension in his shoulders dissolve, and so so much love for jack, and you, fill him and he feels like he could just burst right then and there <333

and the team seeing him, the team leader laugh, it makes everything in terms of the case seem not as bad anymore. like they all know if aaron is high strung and frustrated, it's bad. but if he's able to relax in the midst of it all, so can they, and it's rejuvenating in a way. that yes, they can tackle this.

they get so 🥹 at his reaction to the video too. the love he has for his family, is so obvious and clear <333 and they know no one deserves it more, after everything he's been through.

in addition, aaron loves showing them the videos you send, hehe it gives him the opportunity to brag about you a bit, and sweet jackers, and has zero hesitations in doing so. he misses you like crazy, so if you're brought up in conversation, it helps fill that small little hole in his heart while he's away from you 🥺

[shinynewmemories]

Final lines of every chapter in Catching Fire (Hunger Games book 2)

Chapter 1:

I’m staring into the snakelike eyes of President Snow.

Chapter 2:

Then the door clicks shut behind him.

Chapter 3:

I’ll have to marry Peeta.

Chapter 4:

And putting a bullet through his head.

Chapter 5:

In answer, he gives an almost imperceptible shake of his head.

Chapter 6:

This is what President Snow calls an uprising.

Chapter 7:

The pieces of the picture do not quite come together until I see his arm raise the whip.

Chapter 8:

He just manages a smile before the drugs pull him back under.

Chapter 9:

It’s my mockingjay.

Chapter 10:

But what makes me jerk back my hand is the sound, like the buzz of a tree full of tracker jacker nests, indicating the fence is alive with electricity.

Chapter 11:

Which begs the question, What is?

Chapter 12:

I am going back into the arena.

Chapter 13:

And I’m left staring out the window, watching District 12 disappear, with all my good-byes still hanging on my lips.

Chapter 14:

And surely, two people who have caused the Capitol so much trouble can think of a way to get Peeta home alive.

Chapter 15:

Our new Avox is Darius.

Chapter 16:

SENECA CRANE.

Chapter 17:

Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.

Chapter 18:

This is no place for a girl on fire.

Chapter 19:

Instead, I find silence.

Chapter 20:

In the few seconds it takes to rouse them, I begin to blister.

Chapter 21:

The insane morphling from District 6 throws up her skeletal arms as if to embrace the monkey, and it sinks its fangs into her chest.

Chapter 22:

[“]This is a clock.”

Chapter 23:

From reaching my little sister.

Chapter 24:

Where Peeta’s child could be safe.

Chapter 25:

Surely my mother and Prim will know to return it to Peeta before they bury my body.

Chapter 26:

Right before the explosions begin, I find a star.

Chapter 27:

“Katniss, there is no District Twelve.”

[solstices-dreams]

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐠 𝐝𝐫.

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫. ᝰ.ᐟ

— 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞.

kaz faulkner, district 10, victor of the 68th games

I was born July 19th, 62 ADD (which means the year of the 62nd games) in district 10. I grew up my twin brother, little sister and father who’s an apothecary. It was intended that I would learn his trade and later take it on. But I was chosen for the 68th games and those plans were interrupted. I look like me in my OR just with longer hair and older, also more muscles ig?

— 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬.

I won the 68th hunger games at age 16. My mentor was Brie Gibson who I became friends with afterwards. The arena was split into four sections: a swamp, a forest, a meadow, and a maze. Each had their corresponding mutts. The forest had a bear, the meadow had bunnies, and the swamp had tracker jackers. The maze didn’t have one because the idea was to have the two final contestents fight in the maze as it shifted.

My district partner was Luke Barret. His older brother is a victor but he wasn’t mentoring during that time.

psst, want more info on luke barret? ->◟ [ click here … ]ヾ

— 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.

— 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. Eiran Faulkner

48 years of age, he/him, apothecary/doctor

As a doctor, he always smells like hand soap and vaguely the hint of black coffee. I learned my patience from him and how to stay calm under pressure. He’s softspoken but firm in reprimanding people. We’ve always been a close knit family, especially because of my mother’s abscence.

what he reminds me of : coffee beans, glass bottles, bandaids for scraped knees, white hand soap

— 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. Celeste Faulkner

??? years of age, she/her, unknown occupation

presumed to be deceased. She was originally born in district 8 but at the time of her disappearance she resided and was counted in the district 10 census. She was 26 at the time of her disappearence. I just dont want a mom 😋

what she reminds me of : embriodery hoops, colorful soap, footprints in the sand, dishtowels, egg timers

— 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. Asher Faulkner

23 years of age, he/him, rancher

My twin brother. He and I are opposites but we have a similar sense of humour. He’s an early bird while I’m a night owl. The brawn to my brains, the loud to my quiet. We balance each other out. He’s more quick tempered and physical than me and more likely to punch someone defending me. He goes by “Ash” and when we were kids “Ashie.”

what he reminds me of : scuffed shoes, biking in a forest, bug spray, worn out jeans, skateboards, worn wood railings, the smell of boiling pasta

— 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. Mabel Faulkner

19 years of age, she/her, no occupation

Mabel is my youngest sister, she’s quiet and reserved. She gets along well with Posey Barret. Since I became a victor she became the one who worked with my dad more. She can’t stomach blood and guts but can handle sick calls so I still do some of the medical work with my dad. Her family nickname is “May” which started with my dad.

During growing season, she’s the type to eat food straight from the vine. She makes up for it though, as she waters the plants and she owns chickens! Chickens that are actually kind of vicious and only like her.

what she reminds me of : daisies, sidewalk chalk, buttercups, kittens, the sound of music, batty penderwick

— 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭.

I’m from district 10 which is livestock. It’s in Texas and Mexico. These aren’t 100% accurate photos but it’s the closest to what I believe. Plus the victor’s village is further away from the main town in my mind.

— 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

I live in District 10. The victor village is actually a vast field as a few of the victors still keeps cattle or crops. I live between Noah Barret and Brie Gibson with my family. There is a lake located near my home and there are a couple raised garden beds that are growing crops. We also have chickens, a cow, and a horse that we hitch up to ride to town. It’s two floors and mostly wood and stone but it’s cozy.

Here’s some vague blueprints of the house …

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

🥤🎨

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

Today, I'm going to recommend @mtk4fun because their writing is tight, concise, and so enjoyable to read. I still have not made it all the way through their catalogue, but I look forward to reading what I haven't yet.

I can't resist the chance to recommend a rather niche fic that just turns me into a puddle of yearning every time I read it, partly because the sequel is unfinished and I may live 80 extra years just out of sheer will and want to see it complete. But the first installment is *chef's kiss*

The Firebird by fakelight

Ballet Everlark. BALLET EVERLARK OKAY.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

It's called "I'll See You at Midnight" by Vortex Queen. So I went digging in my archives to find this piece and discovered when I clicked the link on my super old post that it's no longer on deviant art and neither is the artist???? I am DISTRAUGHT about this. So here is a link to it on my blog, but aadsfnasledkfnskjlngs.

What do I love about it? Literally everything?!?! It's not exact to the story but it's more about the symbols the artist included in their creations. The pink sky with the lightning? The way Katniss and Peeta are clinging to each other with their eyes closed like they literally cannot let go???? THE MOTHERFUCKING TRACKER JACKER ON HIS FINGER. I mean honestly. I pretty much turn into a raving, rabid loon anytime someone puts a wasp or tracker jacker symbols into a piece of artwork with Peeta but this was one of the first ones I saw do it so brilliantly and I just... if you haven't seen it before, I beg of you. Go look. Now.

Truth or Dare Asks

<3 kdnfb

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[luveline]

god i want nothing more than to help aaron hotchner bath and just take care of him after a hard case

i hope u don't mind i took this as a request! taking care of aaron when he gets back from a case ♡ 1.2k fem!reader

You're lying in bed with Jack asleep over your chest when the front door finally opens. You jump at the sudden sound, and quickly rub at Jack's small back when he starts to rouse, pressing a tiny apology kiss against his forehead. You'd been half-asleep yourself, waiting up for your clinger's father to come home. 

Aaron very likely thinks you're sleeping. You should be so late, and he doesn't rush upstairs. His routine echoes up the stairs, the sound of his shoes coming off, his safe opening. The clink of a crystal tumbler. 

You think about gently pushing Jack off of your chest but give up as soon as his arms tighten around you. He's a weight you wouldn't trade for anything, except maybe his dad's. Even then, it's a hard sell. 

Aaron doesn't attempt to hide his surprise when he opens the bedroom door and finds you with your eyes still open. 

You cover Jack's ear with a careful hand. 

"Hiya, handsome," you whisper hoarsely.

"Honey. Did he keep you up?"

You shake your head mildly. "Mm-mm. Couldn't sleep, I wanted to see you." 

He loosens his tie but doesn't quite pull it off, crossing the bedroom and bending at the waist. 

"You shouldn't have," he says near your face. 

You close your eyes in wait of a kiss. When he doesn't give you one, you pout. "Aaron," you murmur. 

He pushes your hair from your forehead and kisses you much quicker than you'd like. One against your pout, one to your forehead. He does the same to Jack, carding hair from his face to kiss the skin beside his eye. 

"We were trying to wait for you but I remembered the time difference."

"Well, I'm glad it's the weekend." 

Aaron moves to the closet in search of some clean clothes. He leaves them on the end of the bed, so you know a shower is afoot.

"Does that mean you're ours tomorrow?" you ask, trying to hide your hope and failing. 

He looks over his shoulder. His eyebrows rise. "Yeah," he says softly, "all yours. As soon as I shower. I smell like Dave’s cologne." 

"Is he still wearing Vétiver?" 

"Half a bottle." 

You burst into laughter, startled by his humour considering how tired and stressed he'd seemed. You're loud and Jack stirs again, this time enough to lift his head off of your sternum and blink. 

"Why are we laughing?" he asks, little voice all croaky and sweet. 

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. It's just your dad making me laugh," you explain, running a hand down the back of his head and the breadth of his shoulders. 

He blinks some more. "Daddy?" 

"Jackers," Aaron greets, "hey, hey buddy." Aaron scoops him up off of your chest. You mourn the loss of his warmth but celebrate your regained mobility, sitting up and stretching as the Hotchner boys get in their daily cuddle. 

"I have so many stories to tell you," Jack informs. 

"Yeah? Wanna tell me while I tuck you in?" 

"Yeah." 

"Okay. Give Y/N a kiss goodnight." 

You lift your chin where you're sitting on the side of the bed and Aaron lowers Jack enough for you to kiss each others' cheeks. 

"Thanks for being my pillow," Jack says as they cross the threshold. 

"Thanks for being my space heater, handsome," you say back. 

You watch them disappear into Jack's room down the hall. "Can we read something?" you hear him ask Aaron. 

"Maybe some of something, yeah." 

You stand up tall and stretch again, back clicking, tension unfurling from between your sore shoulders. You think, If my shoulders are hurting I can't imagine how Aaron feels. He wakes up, goes for a run, spends hours sleeping on a jet. If he isn't on the jet he's straight backed in an office chair. You wonder if he had to do much running on his last case, if he tackled somebody, if a gun was pointed at him at any point. 

But thinking about that stuff never helps. You won't lie to yourself and ignore how dangerous his job is, you're simply trying to be grateful for what you have now — Aaron home, safe and sound. 

And if his shoulders ache half as much as yours, he needs a good soak. 

You manoeuvre around stray toy cars and into the adjoining bathroom. You push the plug into the porcelain tub, turn the faucet, and hold your fingers under the stream to feel until it's hot but not scorching. You move to the cabinet under the sink and sniff at balsam and bath salts, wondering what ones Aaron will like best. Probably not anything with a strong smell. You decide on plain old lavender, sprinkling a generous amount into the water with a capful of Jack's bubble bath. Steam kisses your cheeks as you shake your hand in the water, bubbles growing in a thick hill. 

"Will you be long?" Aaron asks from behind you. 

You turn with a huge smile, then remember you look like an oily mess. "This is for you." 

"For me." 

"Mm-hm. I'm not that cruel. Do you really think I'd do that? You come home after three days away and a four hour flight and you think I'd take the first bath?" 

Aaron eases one leg between your thighs, then another. You wrap your arms around him to stop any accidental falling in, hands pressed lovingly to the small of his back. His shirt feels remarkably starched considering it's a day old. You rub your hands up and down, feeling the texture of it against your fingertips. 

"Has everything been okay while I've been gone?" he asks, guiding your face into his navel. 

You nuzzle him with your cheek. "Yes, sir. Everything has been amazing, 'cept for missing you." 

"Jack's been good?" 

"You know that he has, Hotchner." 

He groans. You've heard it all before — everybody calls him Hotch all day long (besides Rossi). It's nice to hear my own name. Unfortunately for him, messing with him is too tempting.

"Jack's an angel," you say, more than sincere, "he's perfect. You don't ever have to worry." 

"I know." He leans down to press his cheek against the top of your head. "What about you?" 

His voice is so quiet it's almost indiscernible over the rearing faucet. 

You lift your head and force him to stand up straight. "I'm really tired," you say honestly, rising to your feet. "So forgive me if I'm sleeping when you get out, okay? Don't rush." 

He dips forward until his nose is an inch from your own. "Nice try. You're getting in with me." 

"We won't fit." 

"Yes, we will." 

"It's too late… But," — you start to pull his tucked shirt from his pants — "I'll wash your hair." 

"Deal," he says immediately. 

You set about unbuttoning his shirt. He fights you every step of the way, his big hands on your arms and your shoulders and your face. You give up when his arms slide over your shoulders, crushed to his front in a tight hug. 

"Bathroom's gonna flood," you mumble. 

"I'll pay for the damage." 

[germposting]

you know what? im high and watching hunger games and annoyed enough to make a vent post. i hate that cato’s care for clove was entirely erased in the film. and not for some lovey dovey ship nonsense (but i did ship clato as a teen and assumed they were collins’s sneaky way of saying ‘hey while u were focusing on that fake star crossed lovers tragedy, you missed the actual romance over here because it wasnt sparkly enough you for to even notice let alone care about at all) NO my issue with it was the fact that it was one of the SMALLEST glimpses into the realization that “hey, these blood thirsty careers are just kids too. theyre just like peeta and i. if our positions were reversed and i screamed for peeta he would come for me like cato for clove. he would cry for me like that, hed beg me to stay. this kid is a human after all. just like me.” and it STINGS! its SHOCKING! because before this moment katniss hated and feared cato and clove and the rest of the careers. they were not scared children like the rest of the tributes, they were vicious they were frightening and eager to kill. they were not worthy of pity. she sure didnt feel any pity for glimmer or the district four girl when they died via tracker jackers or whatever the district boys name was when she killed him. she was shaken to have killed or to have witnessed their deaths, but overall she didnt feel bad for them. they were evil, they’re from districts that allegedly support the games and pledge allegiance capitol, they train career tributes to slaughter the poorer district children, they make peace keepers, theyre richer, they’re not human.

but here. clove is a frightened little girl screaming for not her partner, but her friend. shes crying and begging and its ugly and its scary to watch and something in katniss clicks. this girl who was pinning her down a second ago and taunting about killing her and rue and peeta. who seemed to be enjoying her time in the games. shes screaming out for help. its jarring to see such a sudden transition, katniss doesn’t know what to make of it.

and then comes cato, running, screaming back for her! he could leave her for dead, there was only ever meant to be one victor anyway right? whats the point in saving her? even if the game makers changed the rules, does cato really care enough about his district partner he was planning on killing anyway? is he really wasting effort trying to save her? why would a career do that, how could he be so human? sure she and peeta were trying to stay alive so they could both go home, but neither of them planned to kill each other. neither of them wanted to kill or trained to kill. they were here by accident, they didn’t choose it.

except… katniss had, hadnt she? she volunteered just like careers do. she volunteered to save her family, who knows why the careers volunteer? she always assumed it was for the glory and the chance to participate in the games right? but who can say? what makes it unique for her to save her sister and mother, when these tributes could be doing the same fucking thing? these career kids could just be scared daughters and sons and children of scared fathers and mothers and parents who just want their kids to have the best chance of fighting in case they do get pulled. and maybe the kids that volunteer have siblings theyre trying to protect and families theyre trying to feed. they have a good shot at winning with that training, if they lose their familys removed from the tribute bowl forever, if they win they get money and shelter and safety for the rest of their family to live with.

and right there as catos crying over the body of his district partner, of someone he couldve grown up with and loved just like peeta and katniss and every other tribute in the game, katniss understands. katniss gets it. its why she mercy kills him at the end, its why she has nightmares of cloves death and not just rues. its because theyre just like her. the district borders dont fucking matter. they are human, they are just trying to get each other home. they care for each other, they dont want the other to die. these career districts arent any better or worse than katniss just because theyre in a higher social class with a bullshit allegiance to the capitol that enslaves them and kills their children every year just as much as districts 5-12. catos human. cloves human. katniss only registers this after the scene where she listens to cato crying as cloves canon booms in the background. suzanne collins put that scene in there for a REASON. to humanize EVERYONE! (like she humanizes the average, working class capitol citizens) cato isnt just an antagonist because hes evil, hes no villain. he and katniss are not enemies. theyre the same. the districts are the same. the capitol citizens are the same. everyone is just… the same.

by cutting this out of the film it diminishes the truth of war like the original novel is saying. that soldier youre fighting is not the enemy. the enemy are the people at the head of the state, seated at soft chairs in billion dollar offices set in mansions moving around armies of thousands like chess pieces on a board. this war is not between you and that soldier. this war is using you like pawn while the real enemies fight with you as their weapons. youre expendable. that soldier is expendable. you are both human, neither of you want to kill each other or watch your comrades die.

THIS is the theme of the hunger games. that war is tragic and unethical and abhorrent. war is fought between those in power and use their citizens as carelessly as bait for fishing. these borders, these stereotypes types, this propaganda you are force fed by the elite is all made up to keep you from banding together. they breed hate within you on arbitrary measures and keep you divided because together you’re strong, but individuals are weak. so they draw up these lines in the sand to make you hate each other because you’re from another district, because you’re from another country, another social class, another bracket, another nothing.

its all made up. its all fake.

cato cries when clove dies. cinna apologizes to katniss for being put into the games. plutarch joins haymatch and other tributes to end the games. ALL the victors join hands at the quarter quell. they are all human. they all care for each other. they join together and overtake the tyrants.

THATS why catos scene over clove is important and why its meaningful that he doesnt go after katniss when it happens even though he could because hes too overwhelmed by his grief. its not something the movie just gets to erase because “its such a short scene, it doesnt matter, we can save time by cutting it even though we literally keep clove shouting for cato in the film and it wouldve taken two more seconds just to show him running to her and crying when her canon goes off.”

the film makes him seem heartless. he doesnt care about anyone, his breakdown at the cornucopia is because he’s gone mad over his instinct to survive and his rationality telling him he’s dead no matter what. thats true in both the film and the book, and while the film has him finally realize hes a pawn, it still strips him of his empathy and humanity and capacity for compassion and love. it revokes katniss’s understanding for ALL the districts, something she doesn’t get until the second film. UGH. its been a decade and im still mad over this.

[kelcemenow]

I'm Happy.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 530

Warnings Nothing crazy here :)

This was a cute little request from an Anon! “Request Travis x famous actress reader Where the reader gets asked by paparazzi where she’s headed to in the airport, and she responds “im on to see me husband” kinda inspired in the Beyoncé TikTok and sagger that the video becomes viral and it’s a thing between the reader and Travis cause then he is asked also where’s his going and responds going to see me wife"

You pulled your shades over your eyes and tightened your grip on the luggage that you were carrying. You could see a mass of people crowding around the doors at Phoenix Sky Harbour and few arbitrary camera flashes shone in your eyes. Your assistant and best friend Lily followed a few steps behind you, holding onto another one of your bags.

As you approached the crowd, you noticed a mixture of fans and paparazzi all vying for your attention. You smiled sweetly, firstly making a beeline for your fans.

"Oh my God, Y/N, I'm such a huge fan!! Could I have your autograph, please?" A young, bright eyed blonde girl looked up at you with a toothy grin.

You leaned down slightly and hooked your bag onto the crook of your elbow, taking her small blue notebook in your hand and swirling the pen to leave your signature on the paper.

The girl beamed up at you and you moved onto the next fan, posing for a selfie before looking further along the line. A phone was pointing in your direction and the man behind it shouted above the noise, "Y/N, where are you going?"

You looked directly into the camera and smiled, popping your shoulders, "I...am on...to see...my husband." You turned around, flashing the large 87 emblazoned on the back of your bright red bomber jacker.

The action achieved a cheer from the crowd and you continued to dance down the airport, "I'm happy, I'm happy, to see...my husband."

Lily laughed loudly as she followed you, watching the fans going wild.

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Travis stepped out of his car, pulling his jacket on and staring up at the large film studio in front of him. As he closed the car door, the sound alerted a handful of paparazzi that were loitering around the studio entrance.

He was used to bumping into paparazzi, especially recently after just winning the Superbowl. He smiled for the cameras, just as he always did, and headed towards the door.

A journalist leaned closely to him and tried to match his walking speed, "Congratulations Mr Kelce, on your Superbowl win. How does it feel to win a second time?"

Travis continued to walk through the parking lot as he spoke, "Honestly, it feels awesome. The whole team have worked hard to get it, and I'm just looking forward to some rest now and spending time with my family."

A voice from the crowd rang out, "Travis, where are you going?"

Travis looked to his feet and smiled, knowing what the photographers wanted. He turned around with a smirk on his lips, starting to shake his hips, "I...am on...to see...my wife!" The cameras flashed wildly as he energetically gyrated his way towards the door, causing the security staff to start laughing. "I'm happy, I'm happy, to see...my wife!"

As Travis opened the door, he turned back and waved to the cameras. He felt your hands on his waist behind him before you raised up onto your tip-toes and pressed a kiss into his cheek. The clicking and flashing increased and Travis turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"That'll be a GIF by this afternoon."

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[hazza-bear-care]

Happy Family

Aaron comes home from a case to find you and Jack sleeping.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of case details, FLUFF

~~~~~~~~~~~

The week had gone on too long and the case was nowhere close to being solved, but all Aaron could think about was going home. Knowing that you and Jack were safe in DC was the only thing keeping his head on his shoulders.

"Daddy, when are you coming home?" Jack mumbled, sleep evident in his voice. He was just about to go to sleep for the night, the time difference messing with the nightly phone call he gets with Aaron.

"I don't know, buddy, but I promise the second I find out, I'll tell Y/N to tell you. I hope you sleep well. I love you."

"Love you too, Daddy." Jack muttered, his words strung together as sleep finally took over.

"It's past midnight. What was he still doing awake?" Aaron asked once Y/N was on the phone. He wasn't criticizing his girlfriend for keeping Jack awake, he was just asking out of curiosity.

"He really wanted you to come home today, Aaron. He talked all day about the new dinosaur exhibit at the Smithsonian and how he only wanted to go with you." Y/N explained, stifling a yawn in the process.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do that with him today. I know how excited he was for it. I'll be home as soon as I can, I promise." Aaron finalized. He'd be home on the next flight, solved case or not.

"Don't rush on our account. You catch this guy and get home to us safely. That means no bullet holes, Hotchner." Aaron smiled at the joke before quickly saying his goodbyes and returning to his team.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Y/N?" A soft voice called, shaking her from her position on the couch. As she opened her eyes, she was met with Jack's soft brown eyes.

"Hey, Jackers. Why are you awake?" Y/N asked as she sat up, pulling the child up onto the couch with her.

"I had a bad dream. Daddy didn't come home, the bad guy hurt you, and he was coming to hurt me when I woke up." Jack answered quietly, chin wobbling as tears began to pool in his eyes.

"Oh, honey! I'm sorry you had a nightmare like that, and I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up. Do you wanna watch some TV?" Jack nodded as Y/N wiped the tears that had fallen on his cheeks. She put on a re-run of FRIENDS because it was the only thing on at 2 am, and got Jack situated on her lap before he fell asleep again.

Three hours later, Aaron came in to a dark apartment, the only noise in the place was the muffled sounds of Spongebob Squarepants playing on the TV. Aaron's heart melted at the sight of Y/N and Jack curled up on the couch, a throw blanket haphazardly covering the two of them. He let them be for a bit, opting to change out of his suit and into some more comfortable clothes before coming back into the living room to his small family. He gently pressed kisses to both of their foreheads and readjusted the blanket that had fallen to the floor in the short time that Aaron had been changing. He clicked off the TV, which caused Y/N to shift suddenly.

"Shh, go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up." Aaron murmured.

"Welcome home." Y/N said softly, wrapping her arms around Jack as she fell back into a dreamless sleep.

Aaron snapped a few pictures of his sleeping family before grabbing a spare blanket and pillow, making himself comfortable on the floor of the living room so he could be near his family.

As long as Y/N and Jack were safe, Aaron was happy. Aaron was home.

[kryptonitejelly]

Something is up with Jack Hotchner | Aaron Hotchner x You ft. Jack Hotchner Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x You Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x You ft. Jack Hotchner Genre: Slight angst, fluff Warning: Mentions of fear of abandonment by a parent. Length: Drabble

Where Jack worries you would love a future sibling more than him.

A/N: mom!reader ft. Jack Hotchner really gets to me. He is precious…

Set sometime after this drabble.

***

Something was up with Jack Hotchner and it didn’t take a profiler to figure it out. Tapping the edge of your laptop from your perch on the kitchen island, wedding invites strewn across the countertop, you observed the 13 year old sitting across from you as his hands busied himself folding the flat embossed paper into halves.

It had started yesterday evening, when you had roped the kid in to help with the wedding invites. You had started the post-dinner activity with banter, which you expected to continue while you both tried to finish up the invites today, but it hadn’t. In fact, it was starkly different, with the younger Hotchner boy being quiet since you had gotten back from work. You had walked into the house with a “I’m home”, only to find him sitting at the island, brooding as he scribbled in the answers to his homework for the day.

You had kissed him on the top of his head in your usual fashion, asked him about school, swimming, the usual, only to be met with short, quiet answers. A contrast from his usual self.

Grabbing your phone from the counter, you unlocked it and begin typing.

Something is up with Jack.

AH: Jack? Is everything alright, are you both okay?

You could almost sense the panic in the text, an occupational hazard of your soon to be husband.

We are safe. Everything is fine. But something is up with Jack, he is…quiet.

AH: Tired perhaps? He has both soccer and swim competitions coming up.

Maybe…

AH: Am on the jet, be back in 2 hours.

Clicking your phone shut, you slid it back onto the countertop. Time for a change of tactic.

“We can continue these tomorrow when your dad gets back. How about popcorn and television?” It was the weekend tomorrow, you figured it wouldn’t hurt.

You watched the younger Hotchner’s brow furrow slightly, contemplation flashing across his eyes as if to say no, but he bit it back before shrugging.

“Ok.”

“You choose the show, I’ll grab the popcorn.”

***

Jack had chosen an episode of Modern Family, something you had both seen before, but didn’t mind watching again. The bowl of popcorn wedged on the sofa between you both.

Chuckling at the scene unfolding on the television, you glanced towards the boy on your left. Normally, he would have chuckled alongside you, you both appreciating the humour in this particular scene, but today you were met with a stony silence. His gaze downcast, as he fiddled with the edge of his sweater.

Sighing, you reached for the remote to press pause. Grabbing the bowl of popcorn, which you moved to place on the coffee table in front of you, you turned your body towards the young Hotchner.

“Jackers”, a nickname you had from him since he was nine, “whats wrong.” It was time to grab the bull by its horns, something you learnt worked best when dealing with Hotchners.

“Nothing.”

You watched as he continued to pick at the edge of his sweater.

“We both know that isn’t true.”

Silence

“Come on Jack” softly, you reached out to place a hand over his fidgeting ones. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Silence for a beat.

“What if you and Dad have a kid of your own. You won’t love me anymore.” The words came tumbling out of his mouth in a rush, mushed together as if he was fearful to say it out loud. “My friend Marley at school, her Mom got remarried and had a baby with her new husband, now Marley doesn’t see her Mom anymore, she stays with her Dad and never her Mom anymore.” His voice chokes up slightly as he continues. “And… and, I don’t have a Mom anymore, other than you. Theres Aunt Jess, I guess I could live with her, but… but….”

“Oh Jack” you interrupt, as you watch tears threaten to spill out from the corner of his eyes. Your voice both sad and shocked as you reach out to gather him into your embrace. You squeeze, tight, arms around his shoulders as you feel him shake, his face turning into your shoulder.

“Jack… baby…. Why would you think that. Thats not true.” Stroking his hair you cursed Marley’s Mom internally. “I love you Jackers. I might not have given birth to you, but you are my first baby. No one is going to stop loving you. No one is going to stop seeing you. You’ll always be my, our baby boy.”

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach as you squeeze him, even tighter than before, kissing the top of his head. It pained you that he would even think this way. He wasn’t biologically your child, but you had been sold from the moment those light brown eyes met yours, from the moment he invited you out to brunch with him and his dad, from the first time he hugged you, from the first time he fell asleep on your shoulder during movie night at home, from the first time he referred to you as Mom.

“I’ll be your Mom always, for as long as you want me to.” You feel a dampness at your sweater, and arms curl around your body as the teenage, forgetting he is is 13 in that moment curls himself against you into a ball at your words.

***

Aaron Hotchner enters the house, disarming the security system at lightning speed as soon as he is in the door. The house is silent, and recalling your earlier text, he frowns. Dropping his briefcase and go bag on the floor beside the staircase, he walks silently into the living room, only to find Jack sleeping, head in your lap, blanket over his body, and you stroking his hair gently.

Walking towards the sofa, he slips in beside you, carefully.

“Hey” a whisper as he kisses your cheek in greeting. “Everything ok?”

“Hi” you respond, your free hand slipping into his.

He looks at the marks of tear stains that have dried on Jack’s cheeks and waits for your update, which you relay to him, in hushed tones. When you are done, a deep frown is etched into his face.

“What kind of mother does that to her kid.” He wrinkles his nose, displeasure of Marley’s Mom evident on his face.

You lift your shoulders in a shrug, clearly agreeing with him, but hey, people like that existed. You both sit in silence, your hand in his, Jack’s head in your lap, the only sound his steady breathing.

“Should we wake him up and get him to bed?” You ask, quietly, hand brushing across the young Hotchner’s cheek.

“I’ll carry him”. Aaron strokes the back of your hand which is in his, as he looks down at your other hand, now brushing a lock of hair away from his son’s cheek.

***

It takes some effort, but not too much from your husband to be, to lift Jack, who thankfully, unlike his father, is the world’s deepest sleeper in his arms. A year or so more for Jack’s growth spurt to really hit its stride and you knew this being easy would be a thing of the past. Sure Aaron was tall, but if that was anything to go by, Jack would also be. Creeping up the stairs with a feline grace that served him well in the field, you both tucked the young Hotchner into bed.

Shutting his door with a click, you sighed, as you turned to face Aaron, your shoulder sagging with the weight of the words that tumbled from the young Hotchner’s mouth earlier. It still pained you that he had worried about this. You rationalised it was normal, given the Marley circumstance, but you hated it. Hated that he would ever think you would leave him, because you would never leave either of them.

You feel a pair of strong hands pull you close, and you bury your face into Aaron’s shoulder, breathing him in, breathing the comfort he offered in. You knew this troubled him too, and you both would have to find a way to show Jack even more that you loved him, and that he was irreplaceable.

“Thank you” he murmurs, his lips against the top of your head. “Thank you for being there for him, for loving him, for being his Mom.”

“Thank you for being family” you whisper into his shoulder.

[ameliora-j]

Imagine Jack Jack with a latina mami 🥺🥺

content: just tooth rotting fluff

you and jack are in the kitchen, cooking dinner. he’s sitting on top of the counter, helping you season the carne asada for the burritos you were making. “nice job jackers” you smile. “y come se dice esto en español?” you ask, pointing to the bowl.

jack paused, he pondered for a moment as he stared at the red seasoning bowl. “la bowla?” he tested softly, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“la tasa” you correct softly “but that was a good guess!” you smile, kissing his nose.

“la tasa” he repeats, nodding softly.

“great job buddy!” you smile. you hear the front door opening and the tell tale click of dress shoes on your hard wood.

“what’s going on in here?” aaron asks, wide smile on his face.

“tamos hacendos burritos!” jack exclaimed, proud smile making his face light up as he repeated what you had taught him when the two of you first began. you didn’t have the heart to tell him that he had pronounced it wrong.

“nice job, jackers!” you exclaim pridefully, giving him a high five.

“yeah buddy?” aaron asks “and what’s that mean?” he chuckles.

“means we’re making burritos” jack nods wisely, kneeling up on the counter and beginning to help you mix the seasoned meat.

“i see” aaron smiles, approaching you two. he seats his hands on your hips and presses a gentle kiss to the back of your head. “and you’ve been learning spanish while doing it?“ he hums.

“yea daddy! mama’s been teaching me. she says if i keep practicing, i’ll be able to speak spanish as good as she does!” he exclaims softly.

jack had been calling you ‘mama’ for a little over three months now, and yet your heart still melts every time the word tumbles from his lips when he’s referring to you. “that’s right jackers, you sure will!” you smile.

“i love the way you love him” aaron whispers to you as the three of you are sat in the living room, watching little einsteins—per jack’s request.

“i love the way he loves me” you whisper, stroking the small boys hair. “he might not be mine, but i love him like he is. and i’ll continue to do that for as long as you’ll let me” you promise, smiling up at your boyfriend.

“i’ll let you do it for the rest of your life if that’s what you want” he hums, pressing a kiss to the middle of your forehead before pulling you and jack to his chest. “my two favorite people” he hums contently.

[random-iz-stuff]

Invader Zim Deathmatch Masterpost!

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One on one battles between various Invader Zim characters! You decide who beats the other in a fight to the death!

Round 1:

Zimvoid Speed Round! (Winner: Number 2)

Virooz vs Commander Poki (Winner: Commander Poki)

Nightmare Bitters vs Countess Von Verminstrasser (Winner: Nightmare Bitters)

Gashloog vs Lard Nar (Winner: Lard Nar)

Gir vs Minimoose (Winner: Minimoose)

Ultra Peepi vs Giganto-Baby (Winner: Ultra Peepi)

Invader Larb vs “Mary” and “Fred” (Winner: Invader Larb)

Round 2:

Tallest Miuyki vs Commander Poki (Winner: Tallest Miyuki)

Number 2 vs Mimi (Winner: Number 2)

Dib vs Sizz-Lorr (Winner: Sizz-Lorr)

Sergeant Hobo 678 vs Sergeant Slab Rankle (Winner: Sergeant Hobo 678)

Invader Tenn vs Nightmare Bitters (Winner: Nightmare Bitters)

Bob vs Ms Bitters (Winner: Ms Bitters)

Chammy Wamboo vs Zib (Winner: Zib)

Lard Nar vs Invader Skoodge (Winner: Invader Skoodge)

Zim vs Minimoose (Winner: Minimoose)

Tallest Purple vs Tallest Red (Winner: Tallest Red)

Keef vs Recap Kid (Winner: Recap Kid)

Gaz vs Tallest Spork (Winner: Gaz)

Iggins vs Ultra Peepi (Winner: Ultra Peepi)

Prisoner 777 vs Professor Membrane (Winner: Professor Membrane)

Burrito Royale vs Oog-Ah the Planet Jacker (Winner: Oog-Ah)

Invader Larb vs Tak (Winner: Tak)

Round 3:

Tallest Miyuki vs Number 2 (Winner: Tallest Miyuki)

Sizz-Lorr. vs Sergeant Hobo 678 (Winner: Sizz-Lorr)

Nightmare Bitters vs Ms Bitters (Winner: Ms Bitters)

Zib vs Invader Skoodge (Winner: Zib)

Minimoose vs Tallest Red (Winner: Minimoose)

Recap Kid vs Gaz Membrane (Winner: Gaz Membrane)

Ultra Peepi vs Professor Membrane (Winner: Professor Membrane)

Oog-Ah the Planet Jacker vs Tak (Winner: Tak)

Round 4:

Tallest Miyuki vs Sizz-Lorr (Winner: Tallest Miyuki)

Ms Bitters vs Zib (Winner: Ms Bitters)

Minimoose vs Gaz Membrane (Winner: Gaz Membrane)

Professor Membrane vs Tak (Winner: Professor Membrane)

Semifinals:

Tallest Miyuki vs Ms Bitters (Winner: Ms Bitters)

Gaz Membrane vs Professor Membrane (Winner: Gaz Membrane)

Final Round:

Ms Bitters vs Gaz Membrane (Winner: Gaz Membrane)

WINNER: GAZ MEMBRANE

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Te Quiero

Eddie Munson x Mexican!Reader

Summary: After losing your father, Eddie is the one that comforts you.

A/N: Definitely wrote this for myself. Song mentioned is Te Quiero by Hombres G.

Warnings: loss of parent, grief, drinking. Fluff.

The night is cool, a breeze sweeps through the quite trailer park. The patio swing rocks back and forth; the Christmas lights that hang around the canopy serves low light as you nurse a cold beer. The front door to the trailer is open, music from your stereo plays loud enough for you to enjoy from the front yard. The beer works its way to numbing you from the things you are feeling – trying not to feel. keep wet with alcohol, you lean back into the swing and close your eyes; unable to forget the things that kept you up at night. Now that you are living alone, things are too quiet, and you feel so…lonely.  

“Got any more beer?”

Eddie’s whiny deep voice opens your eyes. He stands there in just jeans and a tee shirt, without his leather jacker or beloved jean vest. You say nothing but point to the cooler next to the swing and he helps himself, popping it open with his own bottle opener. He clumsily sits next to you, making the swing jerk violently until it settles back into a rocking motion. Neither of you say a word for minutes, just sit shoulder to shoulder, drinking.

“A little birdie told me it was your birthday today,” he finally says.

“Wayne?”

Eddie shakes his head and smiles. “Actually, I already knew – I’ve only known you for half of my life.”

You manage a smile and shrug. “I’m twenty, not a big deal.”

He says nothing but holds the bottle in his hand to you – his dole like eyes softening as he waits for your reception, smiling when you give in, clicking your bottle against his. Again, the two of you fall into a silent, but comfortable quiet. Eddie shifts in his seat and starts to drum his fingers against his jeans to the music, you stare at his fingers – silver rings glistening against the Christmas lights above the two of you. His face is glowing green from the lights and you actually smile, reaching over to stop his fidgeting. His fingers stop to grab a hold of your hand and he gives you a knowing look.

“ Sorry I couldn’t come by earlier, don’t like the thought of you being alone,” he apologies, explaining that he promised his uncle that he was going to help a family friend move. “It took longer than I thought – sorry you had to spend the day alone.”

“Steve and Robin came by,” you admit, holding up the beer. “They brought beer and we watched movies for a bit, but they had to dip out. Max brought over some cassette tapes, and she baked me a cake.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise. “That fiery brat did that?”

“Don’t,” you warn with a smack to his chest. He laughs and pretends to fall back dramatically, knowing Max holds a special place in your heart. You were constantly coming to her defense and swore up and down that the girl could do no wrong. Laughing, you grab him by the collar and help him straighten up. He grins and holds his beer up once more.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, Eddie.”

The two of you finish the first round of beers and go for seconds, then thirds until Eddie smacks a hand against his forehead and declares he has a gift for you. He scrambles to take out a cassette tape from his back pocket, but yells in triumph when he recovers it. The plastic is shiny as he waves it in the air, pulling it away when you attempt to reach for it.

“Nope,” he coos, getting up from the swing. “May I enter your domain to play this baby?”

Sighing because the man is always and forever dramatic, your head bows and your hand dismisses him, “As you wish.”

Eddie, who loves when you play along with his antics, bites down on his lips to contain the pure joy he is feeling – rushing up the stairs to your trailer and disappearing inside. The music playing stops abruptly and a few seconds later, a familiar song is playing. At first, your heart starts to drop, and tears start to pool in the corner of your eyes – it was the band your father loved so much, the song that he had been so excited for you to hear. Being Mexican in a small town like Hawkins was completely different from when you lived in California – your father had brought you here when you were only nine years old. Everyone was always civil and nice, yet the reputation of being an outsider and living at the trailer park never bode well for you. Not that it mattered, your father had taught you that the right people would show themselves – the ones that liked you for you. That right people ended up being the Munson’s - Wayne had become great friend with your dad and Eddie, well the two of you had gotten along from the start. While you had the Munson men as family friends, your father and you had each other.  It had always been just the two of you, now, it is just you.

His passing, a few months ago, was devasting.

The song playing, it was a new song from this band, and he had brought home the cassette tape one night. He had played it for you, and the two of you spent the whole night listening to the album. He even allowed you to drink a beer with him – it was the last real memory you had of your father, and after his funeral, you felt so angry you took the tape out of the boom box and crushed it with a hammer. The shame you felt in that moment, it was overwhelming, and Eddie had been the only one you had told. In the last few months, Eddie had stepped up in being there for you – he was constantly over, making sure you had enough food and company. Of course, there were days were you a complete asshole to him. Days when the depression got the best of you, but he never faltered.

Eddie was perfect in your eyes.

“So, what do you think?”

Placing the beer bottle on the ground, you get up from the swing and hold out a hand to Eddie. He stares at it for a moment, a bit bewildered but takes your hand – allowing you to tug him to you. He laughs nervously as you slid both arms around his neck but understands and pulls you tight against his body. Eddie is not a dancer, he mostly headbangs and makes ridiculous movements with his body. Yet, his hands and feet understand the assignment – he holds back a smile as you rest your head on his shoulder and he allows one arm to slip around your waist, resting on the small of your back. With the other hand, he runs his fingers though your hair. He is aware of your tears, and it breaks his heart, knowing you are hurting in a way that he can not help. Losing your father, he knows it has broken you. He has noticed the lack of life in your eyes and the hollow laughs you give people to indicate how fine you were but you were not. He knows this, but also knows all he can do is be there for you.

God, he would do anything for you, he thinks as he kisses you softly on the head. You whimper a bit, and he pulls you closer, wishing he could take all the pain. The song plays and he can not understand a single word – he has never passed a Spanish class in his life, but the guitar sounds so smooth to his ears – so he continues to sway you back and forth.  You cling to him, sobbing into his chest as the song plays on until the singer’s voice slowly fades as the guitarist takes his solo. It is then that you recollect yourself and slightly pull from Eddie’s chest.

He stares down at you, brown eyes waiting for you to say something, anything.

“I love you, Eddie,” you whisper, unafraid of his reaction because if your father’s death has taught you anything, it is to live. To not linger too long on what ifs and what nots, just to live and enjoy the ride because no one knows when the road will come to an end.

He is quiet for a moment, taking in the words he was hoping to hear one day, any day.

Eddie smirks, his hands holding your face ever so gently, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks. He moves his forehead against yours, bringing his lips upon yours. His mouth is warm and healing, fingers delicate around your face and when he finally pulls way – neither of you can stop smiling.

“I love you too.”