#I WOULD PASS OUT ON THE SPOT /SRS

[siphoklansan]

whipped this up in 1 and barely a half hours so here you go

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[charlessainzz]

I love your page sm!! I would love maybe a little love plot with max lando or Charles doesn’t matter who where during break Carlos invited them to Spain for his 29th bday and his little cousin who is very out there comes to the party and starts karaoke singing their favorite song while making a big show out of it.

Pass the Mic

loveeee this idea, thank you!!

You grabbed your YSL candy glaze and swiped it across your lips one last time. Perfect. It shined just as bright as your silver mini skirt. Time to make your appearance. 

It was your cousin Carlos Sainz’s 30th birthday. He was throwing a huge bash with just about everyone who was anyone attending. Meaning… your secret boyfriend would be in attendance. Your secret boyfriend, Lando, who was too scared to tell Carlos that you two were dating. In Lando’s defense Carlos did forbid him from going near you. But you were adults, who was he to give you rules!

Walking in like you owned the place, you and your friends raced to the bar. Ordering up different versions of vodka, gin, and tequila cocktails. Taking your first sip of your gin and tonic you felt the alcohol course through your veins igniting a spirit inside you. 

“Y/n come on let’s go dance!”, shouted your friend. You wanted to but you needed to see the birthday boy first. Scanning through the crowd you search for his big head of hair. Spotting him deep into the crowd you start strutting over when you see that curly haired wimp next to him. You hadn’t talked to Lando in a few days when he said no to arriving to the party together. Feeling the alcohol a little more, you decided to make a scene. 

“Carlos!”, you shrieked as you gave your cousin a big hug. Almost knocking him over, he busts out laughing as he says hello back. You give everyone around a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Making eye contact with Lando you intentionally swerve his embrace as you go back to Carlos. 

“How many shots have you had y/n?” Carlos jokes attempting to take your drink from you. He was always protective of you as you’re the youngest in the Sainz family. 

“It’s my first one! Sorry you’re not as fun as I am!” you tease holding the drink out of his reach. 

“You never could hold your liquor well”, Lando remarks, trying to join the group conversation. 

You narrow your eyes at him in clear annoyance. “And how would you know Norris?” sneering back at him. Carlos clearly seeing the tension attempts to break the ice. 

“Okay my friends! I feel like maybe we do need more shots!” he declares as he leads you all back to the bar. Once reaching the bartender you all decide to do a shot of tequila. You were about to be in trouble. 

After almost an hour of ignoring Lando, more shots, and dancing, you needed to change the pace. Luckily for you karaoke had started. It was quite literally one of your favorite things to do. But what song would you perform… you needed to make a statement. That’s when the perfect song went off like a lightbulb in your head. 

“Girls! It’s karaoke time!” you squeal. All your friends shout in excitement ushering you to the mic. Lando hearing the commotion makes his way towards you. 

Your uncle, Carlos Sr., just so happened to be wrapping up his rendition of ‘Don’t Stop Believin’. You gave him a hip bump saying, “Tio pass the mic! It’s my turn”. You whisper to the DJ what song you’d like and prepare for your moment. One of the girls hands you a shot, and you hear Lando groan loudly from the back. 

The music starts: ‘Four, tres, two, uno… Listen up y’all cause this is it, the beat that I’m bangin’ is delicious’

You begin singing with the girls as your backups.

“Fergalicious, definition make them boys go loco. They want my treasure, so they get their pleasures from my photo. You could see me, you can't squeeze me. I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy. I got reasons why I tease 'em. Boys just come and go like seasons. Fergalicious – so delicious.” 

You smile as the crowd begins cheering. You felt your confidence reach new levels. So you step onto the coffee table in the middle of the room to really give them a performance. 

“But I ain't promiscuous. And if you was suspicious. All that shit is fictitious. I blow kisses – mwah. That puts them boys on rock, rock. And they be lining down the block. Just to watch what I got. So delicious”. 

Lando had seen enough. He knew you were going to be so embarrassed in the morning. He stomps up to the ‘stage’ and pulls you down. 

“What are you doing?” he hissed as you tried to get back up. He secures you in his arms as he pulls you away from the crowd. 

“I’m giving the fans what they want,” you slur. He can’t help but laugh at the situation. He had to admit you were singing pretty well and giving a good show. 

You notice that he’s smiling and it makes your heart swell. “Are you jealous I’m not giving you my full attention?”, you say while batting your eyelashes at him. 

“Shut up y/n…”, he smirks. You lean up to give him a kiss when all of a sudden Carlos appears. 

“What the hell is this?”, he booms. Lando instantly unwraps his arms from you which had been supporting you and consequently leading you to drop to the floor. 

“Oh shit babe!” Lando freaks as he picks you back up looking to see if you’re hurt. 

“Babe? Again I ask, what the hell is this?” Carlos questions again. There was no getting out of this one. You begin trying to explain away the situation but Lando beats you to the punch.

“Mate… I love her. Like really truly love her”, Lando confesses. Your head snaps up to look at him shocked at what you’re hearing. “I know you threatened me if I ever got near her but.. I couldn’t help it. I obviously fell for her for her amazing karaoke skills”, he says with a straight face. This causes the three of you to burst into laughter. 

Catching your breath, you grab Lando’s hand and say, “Seriously Carlos, we’re adults. I’m not your baby cousin anymore”. You look Carlos in the eyes hoping that he’ll understand. 

“I don’t like it but I guess… if it had to be anyone. I’m fine with it being you Lando”, Carlos admits. Lando grins from ear to ear happily as he puts his arms around you. He’s still got his best friend and also his now, non-secretive girlfriend. All it took was a humiliating karaoke song.

[moralesluvr]

CABIN FEVER | SR

♡ pairings & aus : fem!reader x spencer reid

♡ summary: after jj plans a cabin trip for a group getaway, you unexpectedly have to share a cabin with spencer reid (who you aren't exactly very fond of), leading to a night of surprises and confessions.

♡ warnings: fluff, stupid spencer being mean, pining, two characters being hopelessly in love yet oblivious

♡ a/n: well HELLO!!!! its been like what....five months since i've written? crazy, i know! anyways i wanted to start writing for my darlings in the bau so here's a new fic! i hope you enjoy <;3

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You'd like to say that you were a nice person. You got along with everyone, and you were always cordial to those that you weren't exactly close with, or even friends with, for that matter. However, this rule applies to everyone except one person- that person being Spencer Reid. 

You didn't exactly hate him- no, never, but the two of you were always butting heads. He was witty and often had to make a smart  or stupid comment about everything, even when the circumstances were far from humorous, and you knew he did it just to annoy you. The both of you had worked in the BAU together for years, and he was tolerable as long as the both of you were in the field, totally focused in on the task at hand. But any other time? Gosh, he could really be annoying.

JJ was one of your best friends from the BAU, and she had recently planned a camping trip for everyone to go on- just to get away for a little bit. And of course, despite you knowing that Spencer was definitely going to be there, you accepted the invite and began packing your bags.

It was Sunday, and you'd be staying for four days, so you packed one extra of everything, just to be careful. You grabbed your keys and other necessities and got into your car, typing the address into your GPS and cutting the radio on.

You're happily jamming out to your shuffled playlist when JJ's contact name flashes against your radio screen, and you click answer as you smile, "Hey, JJ! What's up?"

"Don't kill me," she starts, and that immediately starts to worry you. You sigh as she finishes her sentence, and you can hear the sincerity in her voice, "So...I accidentally under booked the cabins. There was supposed to be one for each person, but we're one short so..."

Your lips immediately flatten out as you sigh, "Please don't tell me I have to share with you know who."

JJ pouts on the other side of the line. "I'm sorry, I really am. He's not that bad-"

"Jen! He is terrible!" You protest, your GPS telling you that you're twenty five minutes away. "He's so annoying and he's always making fun of me."

"I know, love, I really am sorry. Do you think you can you deal for just four days?"

You give her a groan, but you know you can do it, so you agree to room with him. JJ claps on the other side of the phone and you can practically hear her smile in her voice, "I owe you one, Y/N! I love you!"

"Love you too," you grumble, clicking the red decline button as you turn your radio back up. Would it really be that bad to room with Spencer? Who knows, maybe the two of you might get along? He was kind of cute...

You shake your head to get rid of your absurd thoughts. He was your co-worker and your literal insufferable, built-in nemesis, plus, he was a couple years older than you- which was embarrassing, because you were way more mature than him. 

Almost thirty minutes pass until you pull into the lots of the cabins, the private residence beautifully decorated with vanilla colored decor and a bunch of land and activities set up outside. You spot Penelope and Emily roasting marshmallows by a bonfire, and you immediately get out of your car and lock it, joining them. Emily immediately jumps up to hug you, "Y/N! Hi!"

Penelope hugs you from the other side and you smile against them both, "Hello my loves!"

The three of you sit down and occupy yourselves with busy conversation until you hear a familiar voice, the same annoying, excruciating one that you hate.

Spencer.

He's being a usual chatterbox, talking Morgan's ear off, and you're glad that he doesn't spot you. A couple of more cars pull up and you assume that they're JJ, Hotch, and Rossi. You feel a pair of arms come at your waist and you instantly recognize your best friend, "JJ!"

She hugs you and you hug her back, your eyelashes fluttering as you smile. "Missed you."

You're catching up with a lot of the team members, and everyone gathers around the fire as they make themselves snacks and s'mores. You feel a presence next to you and you're awfully confused until you look over, and your jaw immediately clenches.

"Don't even think about it." You hiss at Spencer, who just gives you a warm smile, "Think about what?"

He's playing dumb, and you give it twenty minutes before he starts acting a fool.

And you were right. He's just talking away and making jokes and they would've been funny if all of them weren't about you. He loved to pick on you for a reason that you could never quite fathom, and it was starting to get a little bothersome. Everyone's laughing, though, and some of the jokes make your lips curl upwards until he makes one that you wish you didn't hear. Somehow, the topic of respect was brought up, and Spencer had said that the only reason people respected you was because you could never "look down" on anyone. And at first, you didn't get the joke, until you realized it was about your height.

You rose up from the log that you were sitting on and pushed the door open to your cabin, throwing yourself on the bed as a tear slipped from your eyes. It wasn't anything to cry about- maybe you were just being sensitive, but you had enough of his stupid jokes that were always targeted against you. You silently let the tears fall until you heard the door swing open, and you immediately dry your eyes. You look over to see who it is, and you nearly cry when you realize it's Spencer.

"I'm sorry," he starts, and for the first time, he actually sounds sincere. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I just thought we had that kind of relationship where we could make fun of each other."

Now you feel bad. Not because you're crying or because you're hurt, but because maybe- just maybe, you had gotten Spencer and your relationship with him all wrong. He notices that you're crying and his eyes soften, "Y/N, please say something."

"I'm fine," you wave it off, "It's okay. I'm just gonna get ready for bed."

You grab your belongings and walk into the bathroom, where you shower and slip on a pair of yellow pajamas. You tie up your hair in a ponytail and pad out back to the king-sized bed, and you groaned lightly when you realized that you'd have to share it with Spencer tonight. After his joke, you weren't sure if you wanted to even see him.

He's already in bed, and his hair is wet- so you assume that he took a shower at another one of the boys' cabin. He's reading, his glasses laying on the tip of his nose while his book rests in his lap. He's shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of fuzzy socks and green sweatpants, and he actually looks kind of...cute.

Pull it together, Y/N.

You climb in on the other side and roll over, climbing underneath the covers and turning the lamp off.

"Good night, Y/N." Spencer says, turning his own lamp off and setting his glasses on the night stand as he sinks into the peeled sheets of the bed.

"Night..." you murmur, but you can't sleep. It's too cold and you're too lazy to get out of bed to turn on the heater, and plus, all of Spencer's shifting is keeping you from even falling into a small doze.

"Spence?" You call out, and he rolls over to face you. It's dark, so he can't see you, and your noses slightly bump as you turn onto your side. He laughs, and you laugh too, and for the first time, he isn't being absolutely insufferable.

"I can't sleep," you whisper, and he whispers back that he can't sleep either.

"Hey," you start, "I'm sorry I was such a jerk to you. You always just made those jokes and I deflected because...well, if you couldn't tell, I don't handle those things well." You laugh airily, and your eyes ache a little when Reid reaches over to turn the lamp on.

He's so cute. His curls are damp, some of them messily dried around his face. His nose has a little red indent from where his glasses were sitting, and you find it adorable as you smile.

God, what was happening? Were you catching feelings for Spencer?

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, "I was the one that was being a jerk, I constantly made fun of you and made jokes without ever realizing that you weren't okay with it," Spencer says, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, It's all good now." You whisper, smiling.

"You're really pretty."

What did he just say?

"Huh?" You ask, dumbfounded and a little nervous.

"You're...I said that you're really pretty." Spencer repeats, and you want to ask him to say it again, just to be sure. But you don't, you just reply, shaken, "T-Thank you. You're pretty too."

"I'm pretty?" He asks, a little confused, and you nod, blushing.

"Pretty boy." You smile.

"Pretty girl," he whispers, and you realize how close your faces are when you feel his warm breath fan against your face. He smells of autumn and cookies and all things warm, and your skin tingles with excitement as his lips graze over yours lightly before kissing you. The kiss is sweet, and you feel his hand snake around your waist underneath the covers as his other hand cups your cheek. You melt, and your smile breaks the kiss, "Oh my Lord."

Spencer smiles and rolls over, turning off the lamp before pulling you in by your waist, his head buried in the crook of your neck, "Goodnight, pretty girl."

"Goodnight, pretty boy." You smile, your eyes fluttering shut as you drift off to sleep.

[faithinchances]

Hit me with more of Roy conned Jamie into being nice and City is mad about it. I remember the concept and am face pressed against glass!

The basics of the original concept from @jamiesfootball are that Roy accidentally puts Jamie on a niceness points system so they can be friends, wherein Jamie gets to be a dick once for every four times he does something nice, with plenty of shenanigans along the way and everything is fun and hilarious until Jamie gets sent back to City which is when I get to make it sad and dramatic (ie, Jamie spends his nice points on his teammates/Pep/everyone else at City, and his dick points on Sr with the predicted results)

Jamie is an asshole at Richmond, in a way which is pretty well on par with the people around him, except that the narrative frames them well and Jamie poorly. Isaac and Colin do the brunt of the on-screen bullying but we're supposed to blame Jamie because he laughs at it. Roy humiliates Jamie by framing his embarassment as the funniest thing Roy has ever seen except that it's okay because Jamie is an asshole. Ted yells at Jamie for being hurt and unable to train, which is cool because Jamie is "obviously" faking an injury to get back at Ted for benching him.

Basically everything and everyone kind of sucked.

Take him out of that and put him in a functional dressing room with a good coach and lower pressure overall, and I don't think Jamie would behave that way. I don't think he ever behaved that way at City.

So Jamie goes back to City, a place where he never was much of a prick to begin with (except to the opposition team, because that is part of the sport), and has a casual identity crisis in the back of every shot.

He is touch-starved, being very very good, and blatantly and obviously anxiety-ridden, and all of this in ways which he hadn't been the year before.

Someone: *gets tackled kind of rough by someone on the other team* Jamie: Pep put me on put me on I will break his ankles and restore our honour Pep: ... no... ... Jamie are you doing okay? Jamie: Yes Pep all is well and good, I am just using a nice point. Pep: I'm going to think about what that means some other time. Jamie on the inside: oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

Meanwhile, Jamie is gradually racking up bruises, injuries, and sore spots because he is constantly pushing Sr's buttons so he can pretend that he's still 20% an asshole, and City desperately want to know what Richmond did to their previously nice, normal teammate for him to come back as this clicker-trained attack chihuahua.

(sidenote, I headcanon Jamie as struggling with statistics and numbers games. That he doesn't play FIFA because he worries about how wanting to maximize his ingame stats could negatively affect how he plays in real life. That the only person he's willing to take statistics from are the tactical scouts (a position at a club where you study the upcoming opponent to learn their strategies and tendencies to better prepare the players to face them) because he doesn't want to wind up maximizing his pass completion percentage by no longer taking good risks on through balls or crosses. He's a numbers guy in a way which is sometimes a problem, and is definitely a problem here.)

(a different sidenote, Roy's poor opinion of Jamie was probably a torpedo to his self-confidence. He probably always struggled with both, in some part due to Sr's abuse, but he worshipped Roy. And Roy hated him.)

Hence: an intervention.

Someone, either the captain group (football teams will have ~4 captains with an internal hierarchy, since there has to be a captain on the pitch but no one can actually play every minute of a season) or Pep, sits Jamie down for a chat about how concerned they all are about him and Jamie what is a nice point, what is a prick point, Jamie you were already nice. We already liked you. But right now you're scaring us. You're hurt. Jamie who are you using your prick points on. Jamie? Jamie?

[spicyclover]

Delilah | part three

Summary: “Hey there, Delilah                                                                                                         I know times are gettin' hard                                                                               But just believe me, girl                                                                                    Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar                                                           We'll have it good                                                                                                We'll have the life we knew we would                                                                  My word is good. “

Part One | Part Two | Part Three 

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! 

I'm open to requests.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

“Delilah, come on. Let’s go. We’re done shopping for today.” She turns to you, and the stranger raises his head. Your heart misses a beat. It’s not possible. What’s he doing there. The eyes of the unknown also open.

The world stops. Your breathing stops. You never thought for a second that this day would come so fast. You are stunned, frozen on the spot. You look at this man who was once a close acquaintance. You do not know what to say, and neither is he. His brain integrates information.

For a moment, when he saw this little girl at the corner of a booth, he thought he saw his son's face. It was only the blink of an eye for a moment, but she had this expression and figures so similar that it troubled him. Trouble because he knows very well that his son has no children. He needs to see her closely. He watched her from a distance for a few minutes before daring to approach her. And then their eyes met. The same as his son. It was almost a return in time. For a second, his five-year-old son was in front of him.

Delilah watched the man with big eyes before she started talking to him happily. She smiled with all her teeth when he showed interest in her finds in her pink basket. She made him a complete inventory of its contents before smiling again at the elderly man. Then your voice resounded, and the moment passed. Carlos Sainz Sr’s eyes rose towards your figure, and the surprise is read on his face. Never in his life has he thought of seeing you again. You exchange no words. The discomfort and uneasiness is heavy and pressing. You only want to escape as quickly as possible on the first train. You take your daughter’s little hand and move away from the square.

"¿Cómo te llamas, pequeña?" Ask Carlos Sainz Sr, pushing his voice through the crowd. What’s your name, little one?

"Delilah. Delilah Y/L/N." She answers proudly before turning to her mother.

You met your parents in the car. You want to run away. Far away. Isolated. He knows. That’s for sure. He’ll tell him. It will ruin everything you’ve built. You close the door violently, and your father starts without asking anything. You can feel their worried looks on you. Delilah, in her car seat, looks joyfully at the landscape. You are lost in your thoughts. Why haven’t you been more careful? You’ve managed to keep it a secret all this time. Questions scroll through your head like a groceries list. You feel your phone vibrating, and your heart misses a beat. You remain forbidden for a moment before taking the object and opening it. It’s a message from Paola; Cato chewed your shoelaces. A sigh of relief escapes your mouth, and you answer vaguely that it is nothing.

The rest of the day is quiet. You help in the gardens while Delilah plays in the small pools that your parents bought. You watch her from the corner of your eye. Her little polka-dot red swimsuit brings out her caramel complexion and dark eyes. She’s swimming, monopolizing your father’s concentration, trying to get the garden hose to work.

“¡Papi! Mírame a mí,” She screams, her head popping out of the water. “¡Papi!” Papi! Look at me!

“Sí, sí, es genial Delilah.” Your father responds vaguely by grumbling after the tip. “¡Esto es una mierda!” Yea, yea, it’s excellent, Delilah. It's crap.”

“¡Papi!”

You wipe the earth with your hands and go back to the front of the house to get a bag of potting soil. You’re focused and don’t notice the two people outside the portal waiting. You only raise your head as you hear the sound of a voice that is familiar to you. Your eyes cross their eyes. Carlos Sr and Reyes stand, a bottle of red wine and a basket in hand. You sigh and slowly approach.

"What are you doing here?" You ask.

"We want to talk to you, Hermosa." Answer Reyes nicely.

Reyes has always been there for you. She has always considered you her daughter. After all, you have spent many summers in their company.

"I have nothing to tell you."

"I think you do."

"It’s none of your business." You say turn heels.

"She looks like him like two drops of water. You’re not going to make me think she’s not his." Carlos says, pointing away in the backward where they could hear your daughter laughing.

"No, you’re right. I have nothing to make you believe. He’s not the father. Leave before I call the police."

You grab one of the bags of soil and head back to the back of the house.

"Y/n!" Call Carlos Sr. "He’s not perfect, but he has a right to know. Why you hid her from him?" The drop gets the vase full, and you flip, an angry expression on your face.

"Because you think he doesn’t know?" You exclaim. "You think I didn’t spend months trying to reach him. That I did not come crying in tears at his door, begging him to open it to me in the pouring rain. That the only thing he had to tell me was that he didn’t want it and that I had to get rid of it because I was not and would never be good enough for him. If that’s what you believe, you’re wrong. Now get out of here and don’t come back." You say, the tears running down your cheeks. Reyes' eyes fill with tears, and Carlos Sr can’t believe what you say. How can he? His son is perfect...

You turn around for good and return to the back of the house. Your mother notices your puffy, reddened eyes with tears but makes no comment. She knows you don’t want to talk about it. You go back to tapping the earth to flip it. The shovel blows into the ground slowly, calming you down and lowering your pressure. No one suspects they came to see you. The rest of the afternoon and evening is spent in a peaceful atmosphere. You can even forget about them when you bathe Delilah. She always makes you laugh with the foam on her head. That’s when you’re glad she’s in your life, despite everything that’s happened. You are grateful that she is there daily and that you share your life with her. Seeing her grow up hurts you but, at the same time, fills you with joy.

Delilah is sleeping peacefully beside you. You’ve been watching the ceiling for three hours now, unable to sleep. You sigh one more time before you give up and get up. You go up to the window and sit there. The night is clear. You can see some stars. Somethings, back in Fuengirola, you got up to the roof and lay under the stars. You often did this during the summers when Delilah was much younger. Hearing the city and the agitation of the night always helps her calm down from her disturbed dreams. You sometimes think; it makes her feel less alone. Delilah dreams. You hear her whisper incomprehensible phrases in her sleep. She whispers your name. She has always had a troubled sleep. She talks like he does it too. 

It was a cool autumn night, and you were all in a cottage by a lake. Your two families are gone for the week, and you share your bed with Blanca and Ana. You’re lying next to her in the queen bed while Carlos sleeps on an air mattress on the floor. You can’t sleep. You argued before you left with your boyfriend then, and you replay the scene in your head. He is angry because you refuse to have advanced relations with him. You’re only sixteen, after all. You don’t feel ready, but you can’t help to feel pressured by him. It makes you angry and a feeling you can't quite describe yet. You turn your head and look at Carlos. He sleeps peacefully next to you. His mouth is ajar. Her lips are so soft. You often imagine how they would feel on yours. Your body turns, and you watch her sleep. You hear him whispering in his sleep, little words or little sentences. You are not sure. You come closer to try to understand, but it’s just gibberish.

Your hand comes out of the warm duvet, and you stroke the outline of his nose with your fingertips. He shudders, but he doesn’t wake up. Your finger continues its journey and arrives at the corner of his lips. You hesitate momentarily before passing your hand on it when you feel Carlos move. His body jiggles, and his head comes to find your finger. You find yourself in the middle of his lips, and unconsciously, he gently kisses your index. You blush strongly, and you withdraw your hand quickly. You are warm, and this heat spreads throughout your body. You feel your crotch become sweaty and turn to the other side. Ashamed of what just happened without his knowledge. You close your eyes, and you only see his lips kissing your finger. You spend the rest of the night awake with that strange heat between your legs.

The following day, when the sun is high, you sleep deeply. The others have already left the room for a long time. The shutters are pulled. A slight breeze cools the room. In your sleep, you are out of the duvet and intertwined in it. Your shorts are raised at the corner of your buttocks, and your t-shirt covers very little skin. You are sure your stomach and your head are facing the window. You are deeply asleep, and you do not hear the agitation downstairs.

"Carlos, ve a por Y/n para almorzar. Sé que estamos de vacaciones, pero no estamos aquí solo para dormir.” Says Reyes, pointing the stairs at his son. "Carlos, go get Y/n for lunch. I know we’re on vacation, but we’re not here to just sleep." 

He gets up from the couch, and heads against the heart goes the room. He always thought of you as his sister, but recently, he has emotions that he does not understand when he sees you. His heart capsizes, and every time you laugh, his body warms up with a strange warmth. When you gave him your ocean eyes.  He has never experienced this with anyone. He enters the room and sees you. Lying down. In this innocent position. His body reacts, and his cheeks warm up. Your breathing is slow. You are asleep. He sees through the sheets and your t-shirt the tip of your breast. "She is beautiful." He thinks while trying to drive away these impure thoughts towards you. He approaches you. He can’t help but run his fingers over the bare skin of your legs. "So soft, so warm." It gradually rises, tracing the contour of your body. It is warm and feels the thrill you run under its hand. He smiles before continuing his way. He touches the outline of your buttocks before drawing that of your spine. He looks at your face, and his eyes stop on your lips. He wants to kiss you. He wants to capture them from his own. To hear you say his name. He leans over to you, letting his instincts speak.

Suddenly, steps resound from the staircase, and he abruptly departs. By the way, he accidentally hangs a strand of your hair and pulls it out of your bed, falling down the bed. You scream in pain as you open your eyes frantically. You look around, and Carlos' two sisters enter the room while Carlos struggles to get up, tangling in the duvet.

At this memory, a blank smile appears on your face. You raise your head and see the cute face of your daughter, who struggles to open her eyes.

"Mama," she whispers, still asleep.

"Go back to sleep, baby. It’s not morning yet," you get up from your seat and return to bed. She hugs you and places her head on your chest. Her thumb in her mouth and her cuddly toy in the other. She falls back to your side. Your eyelids are heavy, and you drift towards the arms of Morpheus in your turn. Maybe you can consider seeing them. They probably love to meet Delilah. She would like them too. In those thoughts, you really drift away. 

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[outerexpanse]

downpour headcanons + designs :)

Thoughts on each under the cut, some contain direct spoilers. (Lots of writing)

Note for pronouns listed: These are just my HCs, use whatever you prefer or see fit. :)

Gourmand: She/He/They Full of love and oh so happy with life. Simply went out into the world for FUN and to learn more, why not? Respected and highly regarded at the Home Tree as one of the smartest slugcats around. Coming up with ways to make meals more filling is always important with so many slugcats! Gourmand returns with many regions mapped out, and thus gives way to more slugcats to explore as groups and create homes for themselves. Teaches about the taming of lizards, and to take care when doing so. What was an incredible enemy can make a greater ally. All around a very positive, happy-go-lucky slug to me.

Artificer: She/Her I wanted her to design to be .. fire-esque with the markings like flames in a way. Obviously very troubled, so incredibly lonely because of it as well. She's afraid of connections, what if the past repeats? It would hurt too much. That SAID.. she will find her way to Outer Expanse and be welcomed with open arms. Prior, I think she was apart of a small nomadic family of slugcats so the Home Tree is something else entirely new. Arti could, in this scenario, take on the role of a community mother in a way. There's still fear of the past coming back in new ways, but in this she begins to open up more and becomes adoptive mother to slugpups whose parents have been lost in some form. I just think!! She deserves the world!!! She gets to relax. No more Situations.

Rivulet: She/He/They Somewhat based on how some aquatic animals have a whiter tummy to blend in to creatures below them in the water, and a darker upper body to camouflage to those looking down in the water. (A bit difficult with all the pink, I wanted to keep that on her though..) Very kind :) she loves to bring gifts to Moon, and periodically pays visits to 5P for as long as he still lives. I like to think they also lived with Moon until they passed themselves. Spent a ton of time listening to Moon reading the pearls he found out in the world, and exchanging stories (perhaps via writing..??) that they both have. Softanthiel still hangs around, primarily used as a way to gauge the danger of potential threats to the tree.

Spearmaster: It/They/He Definitely Looks like a slugcat but with something Wrong (on the wrong blueprints in a way). It is taller and longer than the average slugcat. Leaning more into the bodyshape it has in game (bowling pin looking ass) I’d say it has a harder time retaining fat through a liquid diet and constant movement as a messenger. Built quite sleek, I’d picture it with an agility somewhere between Artificer and Rivulet. Spearmaster has nasty little "spots" on his tail so why not give him little freckles too? SRS did not give SM a mouth, so, to me I think that he would be taught sign language. ASL (Ancient Sign Language) would no doubt be something stored and memorized on various pearls. Given its time around an Iterator it would also know how to read/write in the Ancient's language. I feel like they'd be quite a bit lonely.

Saint: They/He To me, they are a distant descendant of Monk. Their fur is very soft, almost like downy feathers in a way. Absolutely vital to their survival in the now frigid wasteland. Keen to grooming themself like a cat would! The echoes are old friends, a familiar warmth. Seeing them is like visiting family, of which Saint no longer has now. Definitely nomadic, never stays in a den for longer than three cycles. Lanterns are tucked into fur for ease of travelling with free hands. :) He's round and spotted because I love him so much!!

WHEW ok thats all. feel free to share your thoughts :)

note that i dont mind these designs being used or designs inspired by them but i would like my art to NOT be reposted.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Lilia Vanrouge Beastly Garb Voice Lines

Summon Line: Catch the Tail, huh. It's my first time competing, but I'm used to rough-housing. I'll show everyone the difference in my experience level.

Groooovy!!: That was a great festival. It was worth living a long life to be able to join in now. Let's travel together again sometime.

Home: I can feel the excitement brewing!

Home Idle 1: Grilled, roasted, and sautéed meat... Leona was chowing down on those meat dishes with great abandon. Looked like he was really enjoying himself!

Home Idle 2: While we were crossing the savannah, Kalim would get all excited every time we saw an animal. He had such a bright and wide smile.

Home Idle 3: Vil and I uploaded a photo of the same tourist spot to Magicam, but the response we got were super different. That's an influencer, for you.

Home Idle - Login: If a cute little warrior like me takes the stage to battle, then everyone in the audience would end up taking my side, I'm sure. My poor opponent.

Home Idle - Groovy: Let me know if you aren't able to withstand the intense sun beating down on you. I'll teach you all the tricks in my book for dealing with heatstroke.

Home Tap 1: I really like how the beads and cape flutter around while I'm in the middle of the match. It makes me feel like I'm a part of a hero show.

Home Tap 2: In the past, I've used hot springs to soak my wounded body. I never expected the day would come that I would be able to enjoy it for pleasure, instead.

Home Tap 3: The hotel staff tried to keep me from going on a walk at at night, but... Kufufu, when it's night, there's no one who can stand up to me.

Home Tap 4: There was this store I used to visit that was still in operation. I stopped by out of nostalgia, and saw that the ownership had passed down to a grandson. I could feel then just how time had flown.

Home Tap 5: I completely forgot where the souvenir shop I had my eye on is. I apologize, but do you think you can help me look for it? I'm just terrible at finding things...

Home Tap - Groovy: It'd be boring if we all just went to sleep right away, after traveling all this way together. Want to have a pillow fight? Or maybe we can gossip a bit?

Requested by Anonymous.

[jujumin-translates]

Misumi Ikaruga | [SR] Reminiscence of Blooming | Veludo Town Oshi Spot! ~Video: Misumi~ - Part 1

Misumi: A yummy onigiri shop, a bakery with triangle sandwiches, and a general store with a triangle roof…

Misumi: There are so many triangles in Veludo Town, I dunno which one I wanna introduce to everyone.

Misumi: Uueh, I’m stuck…

Misumi: …Ah! In that store is…

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Misumi: Juza!

Juza: …Oh, Misumi-san. Did ya come to get some cake?

Misumi: Nope, I saw you and decided to come in.

Aoki: Welcome.

Misumi: Hello!

Aoki: …Ah. You’re Summer Troupe’s Ikaruga-kun, right?

Misumi: Yep! Do you know me~?

Aoki: Of course. I’ve gone to see MANKAI Company performances before.

Juza: Aoki-san is the owner and patissier of this store. They helped us out when I participated in that sweets contest with Guy-san and the others before. (1)

Misumi: Ah, I heard about that from Tenma and the others!

Aoki: Ahaha, I’m glad.

Juza: …

Misumi: There are lotsa pretty triangle cakes~.

Juza: Yea. And they’re all so good, I always get lost just lookin’ at ‘em… hm?

Misumi: Wah, yummy-looking donuts!

Juza: Have ya ever had donuts here before…?

Aoki: No, they’re new products we recently started selling. They’re already quite popular.

Misumi: Really? That’s amazing!

Juza: They look good, I think I’ll get some of these donuts too.

Misumi: Yeah, yeah, let’s buy lotsa them and go home~!

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Misumi: We’re home~!

Misumi: Ah, Director-san and Masumi! We got a present for you lucky two~.

Izumi: Welcome home. A present…?

Masumi: …Are those donuts?

Juza: Yea. The cake shop was sellin’ some new donuts, so we got some. You two can have some if ya want.

Izumi: Wah, really? Thanks, they look good!

Masumi: …I’ll have one too then. Let me try one.

Izumi: Mmh, they’re delicious…! The dough is so soft and fluffy.

Juza: Yea. They’re light and easy to eat… they’re good.

Masumi: …They’re good.

Misumi: Yeah, yeah! I’m gonna buy some for Madoka next time~.

Izumi: Did you go to buy these together, Misumi-kun and Juza-kun?

Misumi: Nope! I was walking around Veludo Town won~dering what kinda place would be good to film an introduction for.

Misumi: That’s when I saw Juza in the cake shop so I decided to go in!

Izumi: I see. So did you decide on a place you want to introduce yet?

Misumi: Well… there are lotsa triangles I love, so I haven’t been able to decide~.

Misumi: Sad, sad…

Juza: …I mean, ‘s’not like ya can’t think of anything, it just that you’ve got too many options, so I think you’re still doin’ okay.

Izumi: Yeah, exactly! There’s still some time before it’s your turn, so take your time to think about it more, Misumi-kun.

Misumi: Okay…

Masumi: …

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: Haah…

*Phone notification*

Misumi: Madoka!

*LIME start*

Madoka: Do you have some free time today?

△△△: I do! I can go anywhere, anytime!

Madoka: Thank you. Okay, then I’ll be waiting by Veludo Station.

*LIME end*

Madoka: I wonder what Madoka wants…? Anyway, I’ve gotta get to the station!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: Madoka~! Sorry for the wait!

Madoka: I didn’t have to wait at all, so it’s okay.

Madoka: …You seem better than I thought you’d be. I’m glad.

Misumi: ? Why’s that~?

Madoka: No, it’s nothing. Anyway, I got this…

Misumi: Waah, onigiri!? It looks yummy!

Madoka: There’s an onigiri shop on my way home from school, and every time I pass by it, I’d always think that I’d want to get some for you someday, Nii-san.

Misumi: I’m glad! Thanks, Madoka!

Madoka: You’re welcome.

Madoka: Actually… Masumi told me that you’ve seemed like you’ve been troubled lately.

Misumi: Masumi did…?

Madoka: So I thought this might help you feel a little better, Nii-san. I know it’s kind of a basic solution, but…

Misumi: Madoka… I love you!

Madoka: Wah…! Nii-san, you’re going to squish the onigiri…!

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

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T/N:

(1) Reference to the “Pastry Chef’s Specialty” event.

[infamous-if]

How do RO flirt? How will they react to a mega shy MC?

Sebastian is shy himself so it'll be like two people not knowing what to do with themselves. Sebastian's way of flirting is very sweet and innocent. Maya would actually be the one to be huffing like "are u guys srs ur adults get it together"

G finds teasing someone who is purposely shy fun, they'd lay it on thick. They're not shy at all so they'd have extra fun trying to get MC flustered. G's flirting is pretty suggestive and they're very blatant about it. G is an open-book (for some things...others, not so much)

But that's very lighthearted. When G really likes someone, they start second-guessing themself. They become more careful with their words and what message they're trying to send. G can be a little shy at times too, especially when they actually care about what the person thinks.

It really depends on Seven. When Seven was MC's best friend and MC got shy/flustered, Seven would take any opportunity to point it out and tease them. Now, let's say they used to date, it'd make Seven shy in return because there's now romantic history behind it. Seven is a mixture of both, I think.

Seven isn't a straight forward flirt. They're more of the flirt where u don't know that they're flirting. They walk away from a conversation leaving MC wondering, "wait was that a compliment?" Yeahhh lol. But of course they think MC should know even though they don't make it easy lol.

Orion would point it out but not to be funny but genuinely like, "why are u blushing was it something i said?" He would be so oblivious to social cues he'd just put MC on the spot out of genuine curiosity. Orion's flirting is like Seven's in the sense that you do know whether he's just being unusually kind or if he's actually trying to make a pass at you.

"You are talented and have exceeded my marginal expectations" can be the highest form of praise (and romantic signal) coming from someone like him lol. He gets a little more romantic and obvious once he likes the person enough.

Victoria is one of those flirts who likes fishing for the compliments, or likes being doted on. Like G she can be quite suggestive, but masking it with a layer of innocence as if she's not actually doing anything wrong. She'll lay it on thicker with a shy MC but she'd innocent towards it.

August is genuinely oblivious most of the time and they get embarrassed really easily, but August is surprisingly attuned to what people feel. Once they know that MC has a positive reaction to them, they'd try to flirt at any given opportunity, but even with a shy MC, they're kind enough to pretend to be oblivious just to spare them the embarrassment lolll

[lyss-butterscotch]

suns going to confront pebbles right after saving spearmaster is interesting since suns was really attached to spearmaster and didn't even know what happened to them after the forced pearl removal bc of the dead overseer, i wonder if the emotions might've made them extra pissed

some quotes from broadcasts

"SRS: You're right. I guess I'm just scared of losing them. I've grown more attached than I could've expected...

SRS: If I lost them as well, I don't know what I'd do."

"SRS: For what I'm about to admit, I know you'll tease me.

SRS: Despite that, I confess I am growing attached to the messenger I sent out.

NSH: Hah! So you've gotten a soft spot for it? ~

SRS: Well... Yes. They are a very expressive little creature...

NSH: I only recall that you used to be repulsed by them.

SRS: Yes, but with all the time I've invested, I've come to care for its safety.

SRS: Not only just because it's delivering an important message.

NSH: I am going to tell everyone this juicy information ~

SRS: No you are not!

NSH: I know, I kid.

SRS: Anyway... I just hope that it can return back to me safely. And perhaps forgive me for this difficult quest..."

"NSH: Tell me more about this messenger. Do they have a name?

SRS: Well, their test number is 07. So I guess that would be their name.

NSH: That name doesn't have much personality though, does it? Don't you think something else might be better?

SRS: You're not wrong on that. More of a placeholder than anything.

SRS: I'll think of some ideas for a name.

NSH: You shouldn't do that until they return to you. Don't get too ahead of yourself.

SRS:... You're right. Perhaps just 'Messenger' is best... For now."

"NSH: So what's your plan now? Did you have a backup mission for the messenger or are you just bringing it back home?

SRS: No, its over... to tell the truth, I don't even know if the messenger survived.

NSH: How could you not know? Aren't you surveying the situation with your overseers?

SRS: Pebbles destroyed the overseer I sent into his can. Then shortly afterwards I lost communication with the rest of my overseers inside his facility.

SRS: He must have applied a facility-wide lockdown."

Actually now that you mentioned it I think I retconned myself hfjdjdjdnd

The concept art was Suns having wings would get to Spearmaster fast to treat them but then in my AU explanation post I said that after SM's ending up until after Hunter's time Suns been using up that time to get off the string.

So Suns wouldn't have went to Pebbles right after treating SM. SM, following canon, was able to return safely, then Suns started developing their travel puppet, then (still wingless) went to Pebbles. They added wings afterwards to make it faster to visit Pebbles' more to make sure he doesn't disappear again.

But they would still feel pissed at Pebbles for ripping open their cat. Only that enough time would have passed for it to die down... just a lil bit.

[swifty-fox]

I DID enjoy the re-reads and will continue to do so. Listening to 1940s big bang swing and sipping my tea, it’s the perfect read 👌🏼👌🏼

The other thing about KFAK that I love and wanted to mention was that I love the family you built for John. It explains his lack of letters while also giving him a complex but loving home which is super interesting. And the added layer of his war service directly contributing to the family’s rise from relative poverty….how John Sr squared getting his sons service cheques while also not letting him write? Wow.

I like to imagine that in an AU of your AU that if John was allowed to write home he may have had enough of a general emotional outlet to also have the time to figure out his feelings for Gale and let them get together BEFORE the war ended but y’know that just didn’t happen for him!

The tragic historical gays really do just appeal to the lesbians what can we say! I’m behind on the HBO specific WW2 series (MOTA is my first) but the time period has always interested me (and so I’m happy to also see the historical accuracy in KFAK btw like I can tell you are fact checking things lol).

And it makes total sense that stereobone is your friend bc you’re both great authors! Need to drag myself back to tumblr just to engage in the beauty of the MOTA fandom let me tell ya!

Best wishes!

omg pls ur so sweet. I have so much planned for this story. lots of follow up one-shots and the like.

So it started out as me wanting to do this lil 10k oneshot of John bringing Gale home to meet his family and then I realized how do I follow the canon of John being like 'oh I have nobody to write to" while ALSO wanting Gale to be loved on by a whole clan of Egans. Thats what I came up with, especially inspired by like Tolkein and his son as well as Hacksaw Ridge and these men going off to war and coming home and thinking they did it they did the work so their sons could be safe. And then it all happens again. How do you cope?

John Sr. is so important to me, he's truly a standout character to me and I WILL be exploring his POV at some point

And the added layer of his war service directly contributing to the family’s rise from relative poverty….how John Sr squared getting his sons service cheques while also not letting him write?

I-

hold on.... hold on *opens my kfak notes* I DIDNT EVEN CONSIDER THIS OMGGG I might have to touch on that now somehow some way I love it.

I think even if John had been able to write home we would still be in a similar spot for a myriad of reasons. I very much want to keep this true and honest to sentiments of the time period in that John would not be accepted by his family if he were gay/into men. I will say that Edie does figure out John and Gale are an item sometime in the early fiftes, though never says anything beyond vague implications of acceptance and John does come out to Ma Egan in the late seventies a few years before she passe. Introduces Gale as he special friend :)

Lmao in terms of research....

[ddarker-dreams]

I was rereading your sr stuff(god I love sr reader's energy, it's so fun!) and I was wondering how scarlet ribbon's (reader's stand) first met giorno. Did he notice someone touching his hair only to turn around and see a random stand trying to put a bow on him? The amount of explaining sr reader would have to do. Speaking of, how did scarlet ribbon's first interaction go with the bucci gang?

i start frothing at the mouth when give the opportunity to talk about SR reader's stand . they have a special relationship that i've finally started to explore more in the main route which i have yet to publish. this goes on to influence how scarlet ribbons interacts with the others.

you're both kinda like sisters. she fusses over you, insists on doing your hair every morning, and helps out with chores. there's nothing like having a specter-like entity doing the dishes . she's somewhat haughty and temperamental, floating off to sulk because she made you an outfit like this and you refused to wear it in public. she is capable of talking, but figures you do enough chatting for the both of you, so she prefers to communicate in roundabout ways. she especially likes giving thumbs up/thumbs down.

the first time giorno would see scarlet ribbons would be during the events on the train, before prosciutto and pesci's attack. you had dozed off while chatting to trish. while you're out like a light, scarlet ribbons manifests to entertain herself. she makes a swing out of ribbons, patting the spot next to her for giorno to sit. he'd understandably be like ??? so it's up to bruno to explain.

"that's [first]'s stand. as you can see, she's quite curious, but never means any harm. she also has a tendency to— ah."

and that's when SR forms a little ribbon to tie together the end of giorno's braid. he's honestly just relieved that it isn't another purple haze situation. he'd quickly win over your stand by not swatting her away and leaving the unexpected hair accessory untouched. while he's being amiable, he starts thinking over the tactical advantages an ability like yours could have. being able to stop bleeding, constricting opponents in place... it seems it could adapt well to any situation.

as for her introduction to the other bucci gang members, i have a Specific vision for bruno and fugo . still need to figure out the others, however.

bruno brought you to his home after you passed polpo's test. the energy it took to manifest your stand for the first time knocked you unconscious, so bruno thought it best to bring you someplace safe. SR is standing (floating?) at the ready to protect you, bristling like a cat. you're groggily coming to while bruno tries to talk her down from doing anything drastic. once you're fully awake, she hovers over you, whispering offers to wrap you up in a safe ribbon cocoon of sorts. you decline but appreciate the enthusiasm. bruno goes on to be SR's favorite so he doesn't mind the open hostility she showed him at first.

fugo's first time meeting SR is extremely anticlimactic. you had recently just moved in, and he's grumbling to himself, wondering why he has to deal with this in the first place. you're going to be short on rent the first month but you solemnly swore to make up for it. he wakes up the next morning to find the apartment squeaky clean with homemade breakfast in the making. your stand is flipping pancakes while you work away on dusting his bookshelf. fugo points at SR, words temporarily forsaking him. she tilts her head. fugo demands to know why what he assumes to be your stand is just. out and about. he says you're supposed to hide your abilities and yadda yadda yadda. you shrug and tell him she likes to hang around. you continue to perplex him in every conceivable way.

... he finds you terribly interesting though.

[heartlandians]

What’s been going on with Lisa lately this season? I know about Dan, but I haven’t watched anymore since.

Episode 2 - Jack mentions having a phone call with Lisa to Tim and bragging to her how he drove a carriage while training a pair of carriage racing horses with Amy. It's not explained where Lisa is.

Episode 4 - Lisa cosponsors a teen community dance and becomes part of the committee. She receives a two-stepping class as a gift from one of the cosponsors and wants Jack to join her. Jack does it, but does not enjoy the experience, which makes Lisa frustrated about how he's reluclant about doing things that might be a bit uncomfortable for him but would mean the world for her, so they had a bit of an argument about it. Lisa says she'll go to the dance alone because she rather have fun than watch Jack complain and mope the whole time. Later, when Lisa goes to the teen community dance with Katie, Jack makes a surprise appearance and asks her to dance with him. Lisa accepts his apology and his invitation to dance. They make up.

Episode 5 - Lisa finds about Dan's death from Val Stanton few days after his passing and keeps the information to herself while Jack is training Blue for an upcoming event. She then mentions about it casually to Jack after dinner, which shocks him, and he expects her to feel sad about the news. Lisa's anger about the passing and how she found out on top of her refusal to grieve confuses Jack, so he makes attempts to talk about it. He even says he'll drop out from the event so he can attend the funeral with her. Lisa tells him to go, as he's been training so hard and been so excited about the whole thing, and shares that she won't go to the funeral, anyway, so that's that. When Jack keeps pressing the matter, Lisa finally confesses that she feels like she can't really talk about Dan and her life with Dan to Jack because they never got along. Finally, there's a break-through after Jack says he's okay with Lisa saying whatever she wants to say and he suspects that she didn't just have bad times with Dan and it's only natural for her to grieve the loss of her ex-husband. Eventually Lisa breaks down in tears as she recalls some of their good times together and accepts Jack's offer to join her to the funeral.

Just before his death, Dan has mailed a framed newspaper clipping to Lisa about their first winning horse together, which now arrives in mail, and she feels like it was his way of saying goodbye to her and thanking for the good times. Episode 6 - Lisa writes a speech to Dan's funeral as per his sister's request. It makes her think how adventurous Dan was, even if sometimes drove her crazy. While writing, she voices to Jack that she wishes they too would have that kind of care-free attitude, because they've become somewhat stagnant, mostly focusing on their businesses and supporting the family. Jack says his life with Lisa is an adventure itself, but Lisa doesn't feel like "it's enough".

Later on in the episode, she and Jack attend the funeral which has made her think even more about the time they have left together. She then asks Jack if he thinks they're living their best life. Jack says his life has become better ever since Lisa came into it, and Lisa replies by saying: "That doesn't really answer my question".

When Jack opens the truck door for her and says they have leftovers to eat at home, Lisa suggests they'd do something unexpected instead, since they're all dressed up, like go to a pub to eat. She challenges Jack to "live a little". Eventually Jack agrees.

They then go to a pub to have a dinner. While eating, a familiar song comes on, and Lisa suggests they should dance. Jack is confused at first because they're in the middle of a dinner, but finally agrees as it seems to make Lisa happy. They go to the dance floor to two-step and while dancing, Jack spots his old belt buckle that he had to sell when he and Lyndy (Sr.) were having money problems back in the day.

Hoping to get it back now that Jack has money, Jack and Lisa have a talk with the owner of the pub, hoping he'd sell it back, but the man refuses. Lisa then challenges the guy to wager; if the guy wins a round of pool, they'll pay him 500 dollars, but if Jack wins, he gets the buckle. Jack doesn't like the idea, but Lisa pushes it.

Eventually Jack plays against the owner and loses. The owner is smug about his win, but Lisa says she wants to try to play against the winner, and the guy accepts, thinking he'll just get more money from them.

Turns out, Lisa is actually really good at pool because she and Dan used to play it a lot. She wins the round, and they get to take the belt buckle with them. Jack finds it funny that Dan played some part in winning back that buckle, after everything they went through.

As they get home, Lisa is happy that they got to "live a little".

Episode 7 - Jack says he has "a phone date with his wife" when a Dude Ranch guest tries to invite him over for a wine. It's not explained where Lisa is.

That's it, so far. The latest episode that aired was number 7. She's going to be in episode 8 (airing this Sunday) and I suspect in episodes 9 and 10 as well.

[sr-sam-bodypillow]

idk why but i thought of sam and fear play. i guess those yandere!sr headcanons and your dark!sam post are getting to me.

anyways, dark!sam x reader hcs?

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as the ceo of sam simps i formally apologise for taking so damn long on this ask lmao. i hope u can forgive me because this is so long and also i learned tumblr has a character limit whilst writing this which i did not know

tw: sam is a disgusting creep and a massive stalker in this, noncon/rape, assault, threats of murder, actual fucking murder, knife play, fear play, kidnapping, somnophilia, dacryphilia, possessive behaviour, general scumbaggery, yandere!sam, dark!sam, afab reader, i think this one is WAY more fucked up than the other one and i am SO SORRY

the time you think you met sam for the first time and the actual first time he saw you are very different. it was in passing at your workplace, a shitty 24/7 chain convenience store that you always managed to have the night shifts for.

it was getting late, but you still had quite a few more hours before the next guy came in to take over, and with no customers you found yourself drifting off at the counter, slumping in your seat as you took a much needed nap.

thing is, you did have a customer. sam's just far too good at being silent, standing off in the corner as he tries to figure out which iced coffee he's going to buy.

he peers around the shelves, spotting you, peacefully drifting off, messy hair framing your pretty face. you are absolutely adorable.

since there's nobody else in the shop, he spends a good few minutes walking around to make it seem like he's browsing the goods, when in reality he's watching you intently, drinking in every single detail of the scene like he's a man dying of dehydration

here's the thing about dark/yandere!sam. sam knows what he's doing is incredibly fucking creepy and weird. he just doesn't care. boundaries are a myth to him, but at the same time he has no illusions about what he's doing. he enjoys the feeling of power it gives him, the way he could scare someone into isolation with just a few well timed encounters. he's a massive sadist.

sam, having figured out where the cameras are by now, stands in a spot where he knows that he wont be spotted as he begins to take photos of you, taking a short video of the way your chest rises and falls.

he leaves without buying anything. why would he disturb you when you so clearly need it?

when you wake up, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. which you are. you very much are.

sam starts to stalk you online. he finds out every single detail he can, your social media accounts, your previous places of employment, everywhere you've lived, everywhere you've ever attended school or university, the works. he creates an entire batch of dummy accounts with false identities to follow you on accounts and to drop seemingly innocuous comments to record your responses.

within a month, he knows more about you than you could've ever possibly imagined. and you still don't even know he exists.

another thing is that he's done this to others before. but they rarely ever get past this first stage because they stop being interesting to him. not you, though. you're not so lucky.

the stalking escalates soon after to real life. you never see him, not once, as he slowly begins to map out your entire routine and lifestyle by following you.

he takes lots and lots of photos, and every single one goes up on the walls of his spare room. it's getting hard to see the original paint, and he's started having to layer photos on top of each other in some places, which upsets him.

you're taking over his entire life. you're all he thinks about. you are everything he's ever wanted and ever needed.

it goes on like this for three months before he finally 'meets' you, and even then it's been set up entirely for his own benefit.

you've just gotten some takeaway from this one place you really like when it starts pouring outside. you groan, knowing that you've got to walk home and your umbrella mysteriously vanished from your workplace just a few days ago. (sam has it.)

like a guardian angel, sam appears. he's got a big enough umbrella for the two of you and just so happens to be going in the same direction as your house. how convenient! he offers to walk with you.

you're suspicious of him at first, because it's some stranger who's come out of nowhere, but he seems to legitimately be going in the same direction as you and you really don't want to get your food wet. you agree, but keep one hand on the pepper spray in your pocket the whole time.

you chat to him on the walk back and he seems... actually quite nice! somehow, you end up with his number, and the two of you start messaging.

slowly but surely, sam begins to worm his way into your life. he doesn't rush it- no, he knows that this is a process that takes time. you need to trust him, and he is willing to wait his whole life for you.

despite all of this, he doesn't introduce you to sr. yes, he is an incredibly patient man, but if he has to take... drastic measures, he doesn't want them asking about why you've gone missing.

don't worry, you wont be dead! you'll just be tied up somewhere super safe where nobody can ever hurt you :)

sam's got a big house in a remote area. he slowly renovates one of the rooms into a perfect place to hold you, just in case

after all, he's hoping he wont ever need it. if all goes well, you won't need an introductory period where you get used to your new life, you'll just be sleeping with him from the get-go

still, he is patient. he waits. he wants everything to be picture perfect.

one day, though, you manage to test his patience a bit too much.

you don't mean to. it's just that for the very first time in the two years you've known him, you've decided to go on a date. you tell sam about the guy you're seeing, not knowing that you've given him enough information to find him.

sam is patient, but sam does not like competition. it doesn't take him much to abduct and kill them in the small apartment he rented to pretend he lived in for when you came over (he was intending to pretend that he'd just purchased his big house later down the line to convince you to move in with him)

unbeknownst to him, you already trust him far more than he thinks.

you've made your way to his apartment to ask if you can spend the night with him watching shitty horror movies instead because you're not actually too comfortable with the date and you're regretting it, only to find him halfway through butchering the man, covered in blood.

you don't even get the chance to scream. he knocks you out then and there, lamenting about how all his well-laid plans have gone to waste.

when you wake up later, it's to pleasure. you moan slightly in your half-awake stupor, too tired to really realise what's going on. is this a wet dream? it feels good, gentle hands touching you just where you want them to be.

it's only when sam laughs softly that you wake up fully, panic overtaking you.

you're tied to a wooden chair, all of your clothes having been pulled off. sam's hands rest on your thighs as he buries his face in your crotch, kissing and licking you as you squirm. you've only just woken up, but you already feel so incredibly overstimulated, his every movement sending shocks through your body.

sam takes his time. he wants to savour every single part of you.

you dont know how long he spends inbetween your legs, his beard brushing up against your skin and making you shiver. you do know that by the time he's finally has his fill you've cum at least thrice, legs shaking uncontrollably.

when he does finish, he crawls up onto your lap, kissing you gently, running his hands through your hair as he grinds his hips slightly, bulge incredibly visible in his tight pants. he's still fully clothed.

you sob uncontrollably, begging him to stop. your crying only turns him on more, and he leans in to lick your tears off your cheeks, an action that stuns you into horrified silence.

he unzips his pants, pulling out his erect cock and letting it rest on your stomach so you can see just how much you turn him on. precum begins to slowly leak down onto your skin, and you whimper pathetically.

he pulls a knife from his pocket, and slowly begins to trail it across your skin.

you yelp, telling him that you'll do anything as long as he doesn't hurt you. he coos at you, leaving hickeys on your neck.

this knife isn't to ensure your compliance. it's because sam wants to watch you bleed.

gently, he begins to leave shallow cuts along your body. they wont scar (too bad), but they will sting and they will most certainly bleed. every time he starts to drag the blade across your body you can see how his dick twitches in excitement

he begins to move, cutting away the ropes binding your legs before lifting them up and gripping onto them tightly so that he has better access to you, positioning himself at your entrance

you dont get any warning when sam slips his cock inside of you, beginning to thrust into you. again, he wants to take his time and drag this out as long as he possibly can, but it's so hard when you feel so fucking good.

it's like a switch has flipped. he becomes aggressive, grabbing you by your hair to force you to lift your head and look at him as he holds the knife to your neck. his thrusts become rougher, making the wooden chair creak with the force he's exerting.

the knife is right above your jugular, ready to drain the blood from you in one swipe. you know he can do it, too. you've already seen him murder another human. what's one more?

"beg." he hisses into your ear, grip tightening on your hair. "beg for me to fuck you, you fucking whore, or i'll slit your throat right here." the knife pushes harder into your skin, breaking the very top layers of skin and allowing a tiny amount of blood to run down your neck. "beg for me. tell me you want it, baby. i know you want it. let me hear you scream, or i'll fucking make you."

you beg. you plead for him to fuck you harder, to keep going, to be as rough with you as he likes. he listens, grabbing your jaw and forcing him to kiss you before biting down onto your shoulders, grip so tight you feel like you're going to bruise

you can't stop the broken moans that spill out of you as he slams into you over and over again. he laughs. "you're so much tighter when you're scared, darling. it's so fucking good"

you shudder as he finishes inside of you, warmth flooding in. he pulls out, grabbing his phone and taking a photo of his cum spilling out, bruises beginning to form on your body as cuts scab over

the switch flips again and he goes back to gentle and caring, brushing your hair from your eyes as he gazes at you with so much love in his eyes that it feels like it will burn you, slowly starting to take care of your superficial wounds

sam's so happy to have you, and you've got a very long time to learn to love him the way he loves you

[puella-1n-somn10]

Hi! I just wanted to say that I've read through your Hau post and am impressed by the amount of detail you've added in; you've done an outstanding work on analyzing his character! I do have one question regarding it, though- who exactly is that "Witch of Disco" in that fight scene? Is she based on an existing character? If not, that's alright; but she does sound pretty!

Have an outstanding week!

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Alrighty, alright- as happy as I am receiving your message (like, full on jumping from joy over here, lol), I can't ignore the core question here, soooooooooo-

The Witch of Disco, with an unfettered nature. So far, I'm still working on her name and the intricate details (heck, she might be due a redesign in the near future), but the core idea is that the magical girl she used to be might have been a young lady who was around during the 1970's; an African-American gal who wished to learn more of her roots and spread the gift of knowledge to those around her in new, invigorating ways; especially when considering how much Disco was been influenced by the the African-Americans, Latin-Americans, and those within the LGBTQ+ community who helped skyrocket its popularity.

Of course, there did come judgement from privileged folk who don't seem too keen on anything "tainting" their picture-perfect, clear suburbs with these "indecent" images and "backwards" beliefs. In spite of the passing of the Civil Rights Act in 1964, you bet some assholes were as pissed over sharing their spaces with those different from them as they still are now. Perhaps the witch, due to her desire to learn about her roots to begin with and preserve this very knowledge, was also heavily affected- a freedom fighter in her own way, if you will. I think she witched out while trying to make sure her own family wasn't affected by such hate, but, of course, she could preserve so much knowledge- but she couldn't even prevent the lives of her colleagues and kin slip from her fingers by these pathetic excuses of human beings.

Incredibly, and quite frustratingly, simple concept, I am aware- I will do my best to expand upon her story and even come up with an actual name for her, tho- that's a promise!

I kinda came up with the basic idea of the witch on the spot while writing down the Descent to Despair; initially, I wanted to create a completely unrelated witch related to the dangers of mass-industrialization and just existed as a simple homage to Dr. Eggman's creations from the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise. As I was in the midst of writing, tho, the theme of Stardust Speedway's bad ending came up, and I was immediately inspired to create a labyrinth that was akin to a busy city full of neon lights, a witch that danced to the beat of that song, and, before I knew it, I was looking up disco dances on YT as reference while I wrote the battle sequence! It was a fun experience; 10/10, would do it again!

I even made quick, albeit basic, picrew mockups of her magi form! God, I can't wait to showcase my list of witch OCs and work on them further ;w;

Of course, I am not African-American myself, so if there's anyone out there who'd like to correct me on what I wrote, or if there's anything that is deemed stereotypical or even harmful present, please, please, PLEASE let me know!!! /srs My aim here is to integrate real-world history and the impact such dire events had on marginalized folk that still persist to this day, so if I ever made a harmful fuckup, do not be afraid to tell me; I'll get to fixing it as soon as I could.

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Trial- Barty Crouch Jr x OC

Barty Crouch Jr x Adina Black

Description: The trial to determine whether Barty is a free man after his honorable acts goes better than expected.

Word Count: 1.4k

“Bartimus Crouch Jr, please enter,” Abelardo Hildebrandt called from his place on the judge’s stand. Usually it would be Barty Sr sitting in his place, but this trial was under special circumstances.

In September of 1994, Barty Crouch Jr had escaped Azkaban with his father’s help after Bellatrix Lestrange managed to escape its clutches. Her plan was to help the Dark Lord kill Harry Potter after the final task of the TriWizard Tournament, and Bart had escaped with intent to stop it. During his efforts he had kidnapped Alastor Moody and impersonated him so no one could recognize him. Though he hadn’t succeeded in catching Lestrange or Voldemort, he still managed to save Harry Potter. Today was the trial to determine whether Crouch Jr was going back to Azkaban. Since his father aided his escape, he could not be on the stands.

Adina watched Barty walk in with sad eyes. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment as he passed by the stand she was in. She offered him a reassuring smile before he was nudged to sit down in the chair facing the judge’s stand.

“Bartimus Crouch, you have been brought here so we may determine your fate. Whether you go back to Azkaban, get the Dementor’s Kiss, or be set free depends entirely on the testimonials and evidence shown in court today. Until then you are to remain, in the eyes of the Ministry, a convicted Death Eater. Do you understand these terms and wish to proceed?” Judge Hildebrandt asked in a formal tone. Barty nodded nervously and said he did. With one nod, the trial officially began.

The time seemed to drag on as easily admissible evidence began being held against Barty. Adina frowned as she heard a Ministry member say he deserved the Dementor’s kiss.

“Excuse me, Mr. Hildebrandt,” she stated as she stood, ignoring all the eyes on her and only focusing on the judge. “I believe we should wait until after all the evidence and testimonials have been administered. Shouldn’t you call on witnesses now?” She asked professionally, crossing her arms in front of her chest. The man nodded quickly, he always had a soft spot for Adina. She found it creepy, but now she was ready to use it to her advantage.

“Of course,” Abelardo said, grabbing a paper from the man beside him and clearing his throat as he looked it over. “Here to witness for the defense are the following: Adina Black, Alastor Moody, Albus Dumbledore, Amos and Cedric Diggory, and Harry Potter.” Everyone seemed surprised by the names listed, obviously not expecting them to be said.

“Adina Black, please step forward and state your testimony,” Abelardo continued. Adina stepped down from the stand with Mad-Eye’s help and walked over to the chair, standing beside Barty with her head held high.

“I am fully aware of Mr. Crouch’s past crimes,” she started after taking a deep breath. “I mean, I was personally in attendance when he was accused by Igor Karkaroff.” No one could take their eyes off of her as she spoke about good deeds he had done in not only the past, but now as well. It was inspiring to everyone in the room.

“What he had done to Frank and Alice Longbottom more than a decade ago was heinous and terrible, but that doesn’t mean that people can’t change. Barty Crouch Jr breaking out of Azkaban with the sole goal of saving Harry Potter from the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange showed not only that he changed, but he changed for the better,” she finally included. The Ministry seemed to be considering her words, but she wasn’t stopping now. She had recruited so many people to help and she planned on driving the point home.

Harry talked about how he, as Moody, saved him from Voldemort’s grasp. Cedric backed him up for it, then Amos mostly spoke about how Barty had saved his son and thanked the man profusely. Dumbledore spoke about how brave he had been to go up against such a dark force alone and how that in itself should free him. Finally, Moody stepped forward and said while at first he had been understandably upset about what happened to him, he knew that Barty had done it with no ill intentions against him. Moody harbored no ill will against Barty Crouch Jr.

“Alright. All witnesses and the defendant are excused from the room while the Council deliberates,” Abelardo said before tapping his gavel on the stand once. The others walked out obediently, but Adina chose to wait until Barty stood before walking out, making sure to keep close to him. As everyone waited outside, Adina watched Moody pace back and forth from where she sat beside Barty.

“I don’t understand,” he grumbled, pacing in front of her. “I said that I had no ill will towards Crouch Jr. Why do they have to deliberate?”

“Calm yourself Alastor. The Ministry has always been particular, even if the answer is obvious to everyone else. Just have patience,” Dumbledore responded calmly. Adina could still sense Barty’s nervousness. It practically radiated off him. After an internal debate, she gingerly took his hand. He flinched at the contact, making her want to let go, but he squeezed her hand before she actually could.

“Sorry, “ he muttered quietly enough for only her to hear. “Not used to human contact like this.” She smiled kindly at his words and squeezed his hand in return.

“It’ll be okay. I just know it,” she whispered back. He gave her an appreciative smile in response then looked down.

When they were called back in, all the witnesses elected to stand around Barty, though they had the option to sit down. Everyone seemed surprised by that, but no one said anything before Abelardo spoke.

“In the case of Bartimus Crouch Jr, by unanimous vote, the Council has come to the conclusion that what you had done was brave enough to move our hearts. Mr. Crouch, you are hereby released from custody and Azkaban. You’re free to go,” he announced. The group let out a joyous yell and immediately began celebrating. Adina had no time to think before Barty had pulled her close to him and placed a kiss on her lips. They pulled away seconds later and Adina laughed as she pulled the man into a tight hug.

Barty didn’t know what to do when they returned home. He was surprised to see that she still lived in the house they shared all that time ago. It looked like almost nothing changed, the only exception being that most of the pictures had been taken off the walls and shelves. It seemed that all of the missing pictures were ones that he was in. He later learned that she hadn’t actually thrown them away, just put them in one of the spare rooms they didn’t use.

Barty stayed in the dining room while she made lunch. Since it was an open concept he could see her no matter where she was in the kitchen. Which was good because he didn’t have it in his heart to look away from her. After being away from her for so long, saying that he had missed her was an understatement. The only time he looked down was when she finally faced him. Adina giggled from her spot then picked up the two plates and walked into the dining room, setting one in front of him.

“Your father wanted to have a welcome home party for you, you know,” she mentioned softly as she sat across from him. A wave of deja vu hit him as he looked at her once more.

“Oh really?” He asked, a hint of hopefulness in his tone. She nodded and smiled.

“Yeah. My brothers wanted to see you as well,” she responded. He groaned at the thought of talking to her brothers. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, but there had been tense feelings between all of them after his conviction. He nearly flinched when she reached across the table and took his hand like she had in the Ministry building.

“It’ll be fine Barty, I’ll be by your side the entire time,” she offered kindly. He shot her a hopeful look.

“Promise?” He asked. He sounded like a lost child if Adina was being honest, but she understood why. Before Adina had come along, he hadn’t received much positive and loving attention from- well, anyone really. His father was never there and his mother was, for the most part, emotionally unavailable. He didn’t have many friends and until she had come into his life, it had stayed that way since he was a child. She took this into consideration as she smiled and nodded at him.

“Yeah, I promise.”