#his name was Jack and I did these playing card nails with jacks and hearts and stuff

[strawbby-shortcake]

"Welcome, what would you like?" ✰ X GN READER! ✰

[♡ Marla, Tyler, and Jack order at a cafe you work at. ♡]

✧.* Marla ✧.*

You never expected to receive any customers since it was an awfully slow day. The cafe was dimly lit with a few chairs and a table in one corner, and a broken record player in the other. You stood around fiddling with one of the bleached coffee filters until the door chimed and a sliver of sunlight creeped into the building for a split second.

A skinny, disheveled woman walked up to the counter and glanced at the menu, then you, then the menu again, and then back to you.

"Hello, what would you like?" you asked, giving her a small smile.

She took a long drag of her cigarette while looking around the cafe. You noticed that she had messy, black hair, slept-in makeup, and a silk night gown of sorts on.

"Something dark, like my soul," she said with a scratchy voice. Probably from the smoking, you guessed.

You simply nodded at the woman and grabbed a cup and a marker.

"Your name?"

"Why the hell do you need my name? It's emptier in here than it is on Paper Street at midnight," she croaked.

You stared at her, your eyebags mirroring hers, and didn't respond.

"Marla. Marla Singer."

You wrote her name on the cup in thick, black letters. Getting her order correct wouldn't be a hard task at all. You brewed a fresh cup of the strongest coffee you could find and gave it to her.

She glanced at your handwriting on the cup. "I'm not paying for this, but here," she said as she laid a torn piece of paper and two quarters on the counter. "...thanks," you responded, grabbing the items and pocketing them.

Marla hurried out of the cafe like an alley cat, not glancing back at you even once.

✰ ✰ ✰ Tyler ✰ ✰ ✰

The record player in the cafe was attempting to play a Pixies vinyl, but it was so scratched up that it sounded more like nails on a chalkboard that it did music. A few customers came and went, the usual cappuccino or grande latte.

The bell that was tied loosely onto the door handle chimed and fell with a sad clank as a tall, nicely-tanned man walked in. He didn't even bother picking up the bell. The man strolled and leaned over with one elbow resting on the countertop and the other on his waist.

Upon closer inspection, he had multiple cuts and bruises on his face and mid-section (which was clearly visible since he was wearing a crop top). Was he even wearing underwear? You didn't ask questions, because frankly, you don't get paid enough to.

He slid his red glasses to the tip of his nose and stared into your eyes. He had a faint black eye. Maybe from fighting, or falling down the stairs.

"Hello, what would you like?"

The man gave you a wide grin, but you noticed there was dried blood on his lips.

"Just your heart, gorgeous," he said with a wink.

You looked at him and furrowed your eyebrows. Who even is this guy?

"Yeah, not happening," you said.

He clicked his tongue and placed both hands on the counter, looming over you.

"You sure I can't convince you?" he whispered lowly.

He leaned in and parted his lips, causing you to place a muffin into his mouth. He jolted in surprise and looked bewildered.

The man scoffed and made his way out of the cafe. He took the muffin with him though. He threw a card onto the floor and kicked the door open with his foot.

After he was no longer in sight, you went over and picked the card off the floor. It was a business card that said: "Paper Street Soap Co. All Natural. Handmade. (288) 555-0153. Tyler Durden. 537 Paper Street • Bradford • 19808."

"Tyler Durden." Interesting.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Jack (The Narrator) ੈ✩‧₊˚

A man dressed in a suit and black shades has been sitting in the cafe for the whole afternoon. Not once has he gotten up to order anything. He just sits there reading his newspaper, sometimes dozing off for a few minutes, or mumbling about some club.

You decide to walk up to him and make small talk, or at least offer him a coffee. There was no one else here, so you didn't see the harm in letting him stay a little longer.

"Hello," you said as you stood in front of the table he was sitting at.

The man looked up at you, acknowledged your presence with a "hmm," and went back to reading his paper.

"Do you want any coffee or anything? What would you like?" you tried again.

The man placed his newspaper on the table firmly and stared at you menacingly. He had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept for days, some light stubble, and a mole on the bottom of his right cheek.

You stepped back from the table and shrugged.

"Oh well, I tried," you sighed.

The man got up and left his newspaper behind. He left the cafe with a low "see you."

You grabbed the newspaper and noticed a "HELLO my name is: JACK" label that was stuck onto one of the pages. You kept the newspaper in case he ever came back again.

[END]

[hannahhook7744]

Yen Sid and Quinlynn Hearts Headcanons;

His full name is Yaz Sorcerer of Enchania.

Lil Yaz is a childhood nickname and his wrapper name.

He has two maternal cousins under the name of Zim and Zam and one paternal cousin named 'Calista'.

He is the son of Yzma and Cedric the sorcerer of Enchania.

He has two siblings (Yzla and Zevon).

His mom's nickname for him is 'Little Cat'.

He is 19 years old in d1.

Lil Yaz died of Appendicitis before Wicked World.

He is more morally grey/neutral than his cousins and siblings.

He was a laid-back guy and often came off as apathetic to those around him.

He was more focused on living his life to the fullest when he was alive.

He was the closest to Yzla when he died.

He collabed with the Bad Apples a few time and was apart of Harriet Hook's crew.

Lil Yaz has a pet cat named 'Maisy'.

He was apart of the isle santa intuitive.

He was really good with kids.

Lil Yaz always wanted to see the cats of the world and the Kuzcovian Empire if he ever got off the isle but he was never able to.

He had a crush on Diego but was turned down.

This led to him being too nervous to ask Quinlynn Hearts out and led to him putting it off until he was unable to (due to his death).

He was very close to his mother and a tad resentful towards his father because he could leave the isle when the rest of the family couldn't.

He was taken to the isle in year 2 when he was a year old.

His favorite colors are blue, purple, and gold.

He hates his maternal grandmother but loves everyone else in his family.

Her full name is Princess Quinlynn Mirana Hearts of Wonderland.

She has two younger siblings. A brother named Hart who is in Uma's crew and a sister named Red (who goes on to time travel in Rise of Red). She also has an older brother named Jack somewhere and some cousins.

Despite the fact they look nothing alike, they are all actually full-blooded siblings (as far as they know anyway).

She is apart of Harriet's crew and works at her mother's saloon.

She likes doing nails, playing cards, baking, potions making, chemistry, doing hair (especially crazy hair), listening to music, and dancing.

She bitter and disillusioned with love because not only did Lil Yaz die before she could tell him how she felt but after she tried moving on with Cheekbones Stabbington, he died too.

After losing them, she swore she'd never love again and she might just keep that promise.

After losing Lil Yaz, she and Yzma fell into a kind of tradition where they have tea and spinach puffs on Friday nights and reminisce about him. These nights almost always end with both of them in tears.

Quinlynn also goes to a grief counseling group once every two months with her crew mate, A.J Slade, her almost sister in law, Comsia Athanasiou, and others like them who've lost their romantic partners. They meet in secret.

She likes Pop music but prefers rap and jazz.

I'll add more if I think of any.

and

Milo Manheim as Lil Yaz.

Piper Curda as Quinlynn Hearts (suggested by and the edit made by @darkshadow7 ).

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Hey I love your content. Would you be able to do a Derek Hale NSFW alphabet please?? Thank you. I love how you write his stuff

also:

pairing: derek hale x fem!reader

warnings: smut → NSFW alphabet

headcanon 🖤

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requests are open🖤

request guidelines✨

🌻masterlist🌻

smut night masterlist 💦

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

(i've written a headcanon on this)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

honestly i wanna say derek loves your hands

now hear me out

he loves having your arms wrapped around his back as your nails drags down his back

or when your hands reach out for him

or holding your hand while fucks into you

would love to tie them up but would secretly miss the feeling of them over his body while he pleased you

would also love when you pull his hair

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

fuck omg okay derek would get off on making you cum

that man would love when you cum - you'd be moaning his name, gripping the sheets, body shaking, pussy throbbing and pulsing

to make you cum while he fucked you and have you pussy pulsing around his cock

that would make him feel so good too

plus i think being able to make you cum would be such an ego boost too - like don't think that little shit wouldn't be cocky about it though hahah

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

oooh bitch okay so we all know how werewolves have increased senses

and so i feel like he'd use it to his advantage

he'd be able to hear the way your heart beats faster when you're getting closer to the brink of orgasm

or he'd be able to smell your arousal dripping off you and he'd use that to tease you - this could be by running his finger up your thigh, squeezing your ass

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i mean it's literally cannon that he's had experience before lmao

so that being said, derek would know how to please a woman

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

i think it's hard for him to really choose one specific position?

like he'd like lots of different positions tbh

but one might be when you're on your back and your ankles are on his shoulders while he fucks you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

okay so i know derek is the most serious guy but that doesn't stop him from having fun during foreplay

or when he's being rough with you - when you giggle at teasing or him tickling you slightly, it comforts him bc he knows you're doing okay

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i dont really think he cares about that tbh

like i'd like to say he's groomed but idk

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

derek's not really into pda, so any alone time you guys get is when he loves to hold and kiss you

and so during sex i think he'd love to hold your hands or hold you close ya know

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

derek would get himself off when he knows you're not in the mood

he'd hate to be one of those partners that expects their significant other to get them off every time they were horny or have the view that just because they're together it means they have to do it all the time

we love a respectful king

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ugh would 100% begging and light bondage

to have you pleading for him to let you cum or to even touch him would drive him wild

would be such a dirty talker too oh my lord

would love when you're in charge

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his loft lol and that's it

his car if you're lucky

like i said, he's not that big on pda so i can't really imagine him fucking you in semi-public placs

but the rare exceptions would be if you were seriously misbehaving and teasing him lol

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

derek would love seeing you fight!!

seeing you destroy the monster would make him have that 'that's my girl' thought ya know

you'd be so focused and using the combat moves derek taught you

awh he'd also love you when you do little things for him

like make dinner or buy him something nice (like a shirt or something)

or even if you did the grocery shopping for him bc there's so little food in his loft omg

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i think derek is really good at knowing your limits which would result in you rarely having to use the safe word

so basically anything that would push you too far tbh

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

would be the king of pussy eating!

derek would never expect you to give him head (especially during the first few times)

but oh my he would die happily whenever you did

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

okay so i think when he eats you out, he'd be slow and really wanting to take his time with you - you've got all night so what's the rush?

but fucking you is a different story

he'd be rough - fast and hard and would love changing positions a lot too

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

these would be either for 1 of 2 reasons

1 - you're misbehaving so he fucks you hard in a public bathroom or even his car in the parking lot to each you a lesson

2 - when you look so damn good, especially if you two were going out for a group dinner or something that requires you to get al dressed up

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

both of you would be up for experimenting

but he would suggest going over ground rules of what you absolutely do not want to try so he knows not to suggest trying

i suppose he'd the type to try things in the moment too

like there'd be one time where he blindfolded you for the first time bc he just thought of it

you were okay with it, of course, but it's things like that that makes sex with derek really exciting

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

um okay but have you seem his normal stamina???

that man would go for hours and not get the least bit tired

derek would love to see you all fucked out and exhausted ahah

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i'd say he'd experiment with toys too

wouldn't be a fan of using them all the time (besides the obvious handcuffs and blindfolds lmao) but would still be up for it

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he'd be such a bitch when he ate you out

would stop right before you're about to cum and ask how good it feels before going back to eating you out

that little break only causes a stronger orgasm for you which of course he knows - derek would be so smug about that too lol

would also perceive you in a nice dress (as mentioned before if you guys were going out to a nice dinner or something) as you teasing him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not loud - i'd imagine low grunts and maybe a louder moan when he cums

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

derek hale is a switch

he would love the power balance between you both

he'd love to be the one to dominate you, but would 100% love when you do that to him

ahh omg and would secretly love when you tease the hell out of him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i wanna say pretty big lol 👀

like i dont think we should be surprised lmao

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high but not ridiculous you know

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sweetie would love to cuddle you afterwards and play with your hair

would also fall asleep by doing that too lmao

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[1kook]

commercial break; SEVEN

this is part of my netflix & chill series ! happens a few months before part 7 

summary; And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan.  warnings; horny jk, jk wants to roleplay... everyone point n laugh, mentions of his impreg kink lol, making out, tits, honestly jk is just very horny n in love lol, jk in a vampire costume w fangs O_o rating; mature (18+) wc; 2k

notes; if u don’t know who lindsay is first of all ur sick, second of all here’s my queen’s top moments. also i just gotta say, this was originally gonna be a larger fic (a halloween special) for my ncouple, but i got a lil busy with school n ultimately didn't have time to invest in this as a whole installment so..... enjoy this commercial break instead!!

Jungkook loves Halloween.

He loves the pumpkin carving and the decorating. Loves the spooky music and the abundance of candy. He loves it, absolutely adores it, and for the second year in a row, he gets to spend it with you! Yet another person he loves very much.

He doesn’t remember ever being this excited for Halloween. Last year, you had roped him into going to some frat party with him, had egged him on, begged so cutely that it was your last year in college, baby until he caved. The two of you had spent the night drinking until you blacked out, Ubering home with your costumes half on, and then unceremoniously fucking in his living room with the blinds wide open.

(The next neighborhood meeting had been very awkward for Jungkook.)

It was his first time ever drinking with you like that, and he vaguely remembers, through his own drunken gaze, how cool you had been. Had absolutely owned a bunch of greasy football players at beer pong in your little sexy nurse costume. And when the crowd cheered your name, shrieked in awe, it had been him that you turned to for praise. “Did you see me, baby,” you had giggled, crowded him against the wall of this random house until Jungkook was sweating profusely. In lieu of a costume, he had worn a silly jogger set with a skeleton design that was supposed to glow in the dark, according to Amazon. You had told him he looked adorable, had kissed and squeezed his cheeks until Jungkook was a flustered mess.

It was still early into your relationship— if Jungkook did the math, you were only about five months in at that point —so he didn’t know how else to cope with the rapid thundering of his heart, the confession sitting on his tongue, the then scary L-word begging to be heard. So, he took you home and fucked you until your little nurse cap slid off your head and you were begging for him to let you cum, thus earning him his first ever offense for violating the neighborhood rules (i.e., traumatizing a group of middle schoolers by fucking in plain sight).

Long story short, Jungkook loves Halloween, and he loves it even more when he gets to spend it with you.

(He’ll never admit it, but he’s a hard romantic. He wants to do cheesy things with you, like cuddle you into his arms when you get scared, pat your head until you can look at whatever is happening on screen again. He wants you to feel safe in his arms, wants to be your refuge when things become too much. He likes to think he’s done a pretty good job so far.)

Jungkook’s plan goes like this:

First, welcome you with that Halloween basket you’ve been sending him tweet links about all month. The cute little Jack-O-lantern candy bucket stuffed with candy and hair ties and a soft Halloween themed blanket. It’s so cheesy, makes him blush when he catches sight of it in his closet, but Jungkook will do anything to please you.

Next, after presenting you with your Halloween gift and having you coo and tell him he’s a good boy, he’ll invite you to break your new soft blanket in. The living room will be prepared with an assortment of your favorite foods, the flat screen ready to play whatever horror movie the two of you settle on.

And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare.

It’s a perfect plan.

It’s the best way to spend his favorite holiday, with his favorite girl by his side and some of his favorite horror films on the big screen. Jungkook spends all of October geeked up for it, even considers hanging up lights around the living room to really set the mood. He’s so excited, can’t wait to spend another wonderful holiday at home with you, that he doesn’t fully realize why you haven’t brought up the long awaited topic of costumes.

“You like?” you ask, standing at the door of his bathroom with a sultry look in your eye, tits practically pouring out of the tight top you’ve wiggled into, skin oiled up scandalously. He fumbles with the fake vampire fang prosthetics he’d been trying to glue in for the better half of an hour.

He had heard the door open downstairs when you got here, had called out his mandatory greeting as he heard you come up the stairs. But none of that had prepared him for the sight of you in… whatever this was.

Jungkook doesn’t really understand exactly what you’re supposed to be dressed up as until the two of you are back downstairs—blinds drawn, full moon slipping in through the cracks—with some random horror movie pulled up on the TV. “I’m Lindsey,” you whine, brand new fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders. It shields your boobs from view, but he’s not sure if that’s a win or a loss. “From Total Drama Island!”

He settles in beside you, doesn’t get too comfortable because it’s nearing sundown now and he knows the herds of children are bound to start flowing in. “Uh huh,” he says mindlessly. His collar feels itchy, the overly-detailed vampire costume he meticulously scoured the internet for being one size too small. You snuggle into his side anyway.

“You don’t know anything about cinematic masterpieces,” you frown, avidly tuned into The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, because apparently you love horror movies all of a sudden, a fact that genuinely throws Jungkook off. He’s not sure what it is about you that had deluded him into thinking you would be a scaredy cat, but he doesn’t take the new bit of information too hard.

The doorbell rings right as the first gorey scene ends and you make a big show of huffing and whining as he rushes to answer it. But it’s only the beginning of the long night that awaits, and, as Jungkook comes to find, running back and forth from the door to the couch is harder than it seems.

Anyway, Jungkook’s neighborhood is a little posh, or ‘bougie’ as you like to claim, and trick-or-treating hours end a little before eleven pm. By then he’s tired, having refused your offer to switch places in fear that your boob might fall out of that scrap of fabric you call a top and earn him his second neighborly offense.

However, that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to your boobs falling out in private.

“Stupid,” you giggle when he gets caught in his long cape, the sound slowly melting into a whimper as he slips his hands beneath your top, fighting with the ridiculous push-up bra you’ve donned tonight. Hands tangle in his hair, mess up the careful side part he’d styled up for tonight, and legs lock around his waist. “Your curtains closed?” you tease.

He huffs, catches your chatty lips with his roughly, presses and presses until your mouth must bruise. He belatedly remembers about those sharp fangs he’d glued on—hey, if he was going to dress up as some gaudy monster it might as well be realistic—and doesn’t realize until he tries to bite your neck and you let out a little yelp. Truthfully, he feels bad right away, but then you’re practically dissolving in his arms so he plays along. “Shh,” he hisses.

The roar of a chainsaw and terrified screams fill the living room, almost drowning out the soft sounds you release by his ear. “O- Or what?” you pant, flinch when he pushes your sad excuse of a skirt up over your waist. “Gonna b- bite me?”

And so Jungkook does.

You shriek. “That hurts, you idiot!” you scold with a tiny whine in your voice, but Jungkook’s cock is so hard. Your tiny, tight outfit does you no favors. Tits in his face, tiny thong against his bulge. He wants to make you sob, litter bites and marks all over your skin until his love makes you ache. You must see the crazed look in his eyes, because you drop the scowl. “Hey,” you say slowly, hand on his chest. “You look like you’re gonna eat me.”

He lets go of a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He wonders if you can feel his thundering heart beneath your palm. “Fuck,” he sighs, leaning away to regain his senses. Was it something in the air? Was it the fatigue? The full moon? Why did he want to fold you in half and fuck his cock into you until you were a crying, shivering mess? Something about you tonight, laid out for him to take, makes him feel absolutely insane. Starved and psycho; he just wants to take and take until you don’t have anything more to give. He purses his lips, tries to ignore the hot feeling in his lower abdomen when your hardened nipples register to his eyes. “I think I’m becoming evil.”

Of all the idiotic things his brain can come up with, this one is definitely top five. His cheeks flush right after, fueled by the boisterous laughter that escapes your lips at his statement. “Oh my god,” you gasp in glee, hands falling down beside your head. “You’re becoming evil?’

Jungkook frowns, flopping down on top of you to hide the embarrassment that paints his face. “Shut up,” he mumbles against your neck, warm and safe.

A hand cards through the back of his hair, nails dig lightly into his scalp. “Aren’t you the cutest little vampire,” you coo, seemingly ignoring the rock hard cock Jungkook presses against your thigh. He’s still so horny, has this sick thought that he could just pin you down right here, tear that silly costume to shreds and swallow you up in his lust. But your voice is so sweet, has his eyes fluttering shut as you gather him in his arms. “Silly vampire,” you hum, one leg thrown around his hip, a subtle roll of you hips up into him.

Jungkook huffs, licks a flat strip along the base of your neck. It draws a shaky exhale from you, has your hands digging into his back when he begins to slowly lap against the skin, nibble and tug until your back is deliciously arching up into him. “Wanna push you down,” he confesses quietly, hands securing themselves against your hips as he leans back. You're all dazed, eyes trained on his fanged mouth when he hesitantly adds, “l- little human.”

You could laugh, tease him for his sudden weird need to role play with you, but you don’t. A look of understanding crosses your face, sly smirk slowly following. “Oh?” you grin, hand coming around to cup his cheek. “The little vampire wants to use my body?” Jungkook tightens his jaw at your jab, but nods nonetheless.

You’re a feast before his eyes. Boobs in his face, pussy begging to be filled. You’re his, just like Jungkook is yours. And when you indulge him and his stupid whims—kinks, he should say, occasional interests that sometimes make him question himself—his heart feels warm and full. Proud and unashamed, like the truest version of himself when you look at him with those eyes. And your words only confirm it.

Your hands reach down for your top, pull the flimsy material over your head in one swoop that has your bra coming off with it. It drops to the floor. If it makes a sound, Jungkook doesn’t hear it over the shrieks of terror on screen. the blood deaths, the suspenseful music. All he hears is he hammering of his heart. 

It’s two of your sneaky fingers that come up to play, pinch one nipple tenderly as you meet his eyes. “It’s all yours,” you purr. “I’m all yours.”

And the thirst he feels, well. It’s a little vampiric, to say the least. 

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Whoops sorry with Hotch please!

“it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyway.”/”and even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay – i’m always going to be here for you.”

aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader. @crazyshannonigans asked me to tag her, so this is also for you, my love. 

word count: 1568

rating: teen, for unrequited feelings that lay dormant as long as you force them to (tw: for mentioned hospitalization, mentions of canon-typical violence).

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You sit across from him. It’s a spot you settle into often, one that almost seems to have your name on it. He’s not watching you, his eyes on his papers, but you find yourself watching him, lower lip caught in your teeth.

You touch your foot to his leg. A gentle nudge, and he looks up at you from the case files. The flight there, photos are strewn about, passed around from agent to agent to analyst to agent. Rides back each is in its proper place. You watch his finger trace along the edge of one of them, paperclipped to another job well done, and smile as he quirks his lips at you.  

“Take a break,” you say. It’s for naught, you know, but you always try. “We did good out there. Give your brain a rest.”

“When we land,” he assures you.

You nudge him again. Your shoes are off, at the base of your chair, so it’s a socked toe that pressing against his calf. “Hotch. A break. We deserve it.”

You deserve it, you think, watching as his finger traces the edge of papers again.

The rest of the plane is in various states of consciousness, focus. Reid and Blake are dozing, leaning against each other on the other side of the aisle. Rossi is across from them, and you can see he’s jotting down some notes – another book, perhaps on the horizon. JJ is on the phone with Garcia, and Morgan keeps letting out little chuckles as they talk.

It’s easy. Simple. When the cases end well, you have to savor these moments. You suppose, that’s what you’re urging Hotch to do. Enjoy the good, the wins, while he can. You want him to be able to lean back in his seat and realize what he does, what he always does, is so good and worthy of a little respite.  

He doesn’t say anything more. Just looks at you, measured. Lifts his chin a little, and takes his own moment to glance around the plane.

You don’t miss the way his eyes soften at the sound of gentle laughter. Of Rossi’s scribbling. Of Reid’s steady breathing, Blake minutely adjusting her head so it can rest on top of his.

“Maybe later,” he murmurs. And all you can do is nod. Relent.

Okay. Maybe later.

-

The complimentary coffee is acrid, burns your throat, but you keep sipping. What else can you do at 2:30 in the morning? The hotel lobby is barren, your only companion the night shift clerk behind the desk and the TV that’s playing on silent. Every so often your eyes meet, and he always nods, giving you a small smile that you return. And every so often, you sip your coffee, the vile taste washing away the night’s dreams that woke you up in the first place.

It’s decaf. You think it is, anyway.

You have a plan. Of course you do. You’ll linger for another hour or so, let the adrenaline settle before going back upstairs. You’ll attempt to sleep, but the blinds will stay open so that when the dawn comes you rise with it. You’ll kill time with a shower, another cup of shitty coffee, and come downstairs with bags under your eyes that no one will ask about. Because it’s the end of a week on this case, and they’re all feeling it, too.

Enter Aaron Hotchner.

Perhaps he has the same plan as you. The lobby as a place for refuge. You almost feel bad for getting there first, and when your eyes meet his you simply lift up your cup of coffee as a greeting.

At first you think he straightens. Pulls his shoulders back so he can look the perfect unit chief. But it’s you. And he knows that. So, when he sits across from you, the too big chairs with not enough cushion catching him, he lets the act fall. Just a little. Just enough.

You have a plan. You know you do. But seeing him across from you, a little defeated, a lot exhausted, as you reaching out with your toes. Nudging him.

One eye open, peeking at you. You manage a little smile before offering the cup of coffee over, the contents still ripping hot even in the Styrofoam.

“Want some?”

“Decaf?”

You nod, and he sits up, reaching for it. You spend a few minutes, just passing the cup back and forth, the both of managing to wince every time you taste it. It truly is bad coffee, but the company makes it better, the silence comfortable as you watch a basketball game from a decade ago play out.

Every so often you glance over at him. When the coffee’s gone and the game nears its finish. And he glances back, leaning back

“I had a plan,” you admit, as the two of you wander back toward the elevators. He looks up at you, raising a brow, and you’re quick to reassure him. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway, so it wouldn’t have worked out. Just. Somehow I feel more rested now than I would if I had tried to sleep in the first place.”

That’s the moment you both have to pause, think about why three hours of sitting and sipping cooling coffee feels so… noteworthy. “So do I,” Hotch tells you. And he shoots you a little smile, ducking his head. “Goodnight.”  

“Night, Hotch.”

The moments in that hotel lobby leave your heart full. Leave you looking over your shoulder, watching him make his way to the end of the hall. But, the sun is almost up. The rest of the team will be waking, and these moments should be just for you.t

You think about calling out to him. Of – god, of saying something, anything. He meets your eyes. As he pulls out the key card to his room, pushes in.

It’s okay. Maybe later.

-

Aaron Hotchner collapses, and your heart hasn’t stopped pounding.

It seems to happen in slow motion. He hits the ground, can’t stop himself at all, and you’re rushing to his side with Morgan and Rossi and praying that he’s alive. You watch as they take him away, you watch as Rossi pushes you guys forward, and the whole time you can’t stop gripping the armrest of your chair on that damn flight to nowhere.

The case goes on. The case has to go on. You’re on a plane, however many miles away, and Hotch is bleeding internally in a hospital on the other side of the country.

The bastard.

You haven’t been able to unclench your jaw, and it doesn’t help that this case makes your soul ache. You watch a girl get caught in her father’s deterioration, watch JJ talk him down before he gets dragged away. It doesn’t end how it could, but you watch a young girl get pulled apart and wonder if she’ll ever get put back together.

And then you get the call.

“He’s awake,” Garcia tells you. Tells the team. There are collective sighs of relief, collective moments of peace.

And then it hits. You feel the urge. The need. To be there. To be beside him.

It claws at you, grabs at you, and you know you won’t mind the silence if he’s asleep. It clings to you, lingers in your mind, and all you can think about is reaching out to him. Urging him once more.

Take a break. Take a moment. A breather, god, please, Hotch.

But you can’t. You know you can’t. It’s the punishment, you guess. For not telling him at the hotel. It’s the feeling of sitting beside him while the rest of the team watches on, of looking at him look at all of you and meeting your eyes. Of quirking his lips and reaching for the water you offer him. You can’t press your toes to his leg, but you can rest your hand on his arm, squeeze it and smile and tell him to get better soon. That’s all it is, all it can be, and yet your eyes scan him and your heart urges you.

Say something.

But you can’t.

The team is there. Jess and Jack are there, Beth is coming and she’ll be there soon, and you just. You swallow down what you want to say because it’s easier. Simpler.

And at home, in your bed, when the team clears out so his family can be the ones beside him, you close your eyes. You imagine something better, something brighter, something braver.

Do you call him? Do you tell him? Do you put him on speaker with your nail caught between your teeth? Do you pour out your soul and tell him what he means to you?

“I see you and I think of quiet moments on the jet. I see you and I laugh at time spent in hotel lobbies. I think about the way you look at me, and I can’t help but wonder what it means. You collapse on the ground and my earth is off its axis. And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay – I’m always going to be here for you because those moments keep me going. Let me be there for you, Aaron.”

Your eyes open. You take a breath.

No. You don’t. Not now. Not yet.

Maybe later. 

(Maybe never.)

[number-one-radio-simp]

Possibly another adopted by tokomaru hcs but if they were all adopted together?

I gotchu~

~ Mod Noire

"We'll Save You"

(TokoMaru x Platonic!Warriors Of Hope)

They heard that they were going to be adopted by Komaru and Toko, and were all instantly ":O" faced.

Masaru and Nagisa immediately take on the protective roles of the rest, stepping in front of them at all times, as if ready to accept a beating in order to protect the others.

This deeply saddens Toko, who reassures all five kids that they have nothing to worry about.

Monaca gets shunned for a while by the other four, despite deeply regretting all she had done to them prior.

This is intervened by Komaru, who stages a mini "intervention", so to speak. She basically allows Monaca to express her regret, and the other Warriors to hear her out.

"Deal with it." - Komaru, in the middle of a peaceful argument with Toko.

Masaru, surprisingly, broke down crying, and the other Warriors were not happy.

Kotoko WAS READY TO THROW HANDS-

Honestly, if it weren't for Monaca and Nagisa, both Komaru and Toko would have probably gotten killed by Kotoko's wrathful self-

Jataro was the comfort to Masaru, and Monaca joined in on that after mediating the fight.

If anyone says the word "gentle", I kid you not, Nagisa socks them in the jaw so fast-

NOBODY gets to hurt HIS little sister. His words, not mine.

Kotoko helps Monaca bedazzle her wheelchair with cute jewels, stickers, and googly eyes!

The first time a Warrior called one of them "mom", it was completely an accident.

And it was, surprisingly enough, Jataro who said it.

Toko was helping Jataro sew up his mask after it had come apart, when he blurted it out.

"Thank you, M-M-Mom."

Toko's heart felt like it could burst right then and there.

But it shattered when he began apologizing for it.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what g-g-got into me... I didn't mean t-to... I'll never s-say it again, I p-p-promise..."

Toko hugged him so tight, she almost squeezed the oxygen out of him.

"N-No! No! I like that you see me as your mom, because that's what I a-am now!"

Jataro was confused. All his life, his mother hadn't wanted him. The idea that someone did, especially someone so kind and sweet, baffled him. It just seemed so foreign to him, and the warm affection almost seemed to burn.

"N-N-Naegi-San, too?"

"Yes! Naegi-San is happy to be your mom, too! We love you! We both love all of you!"

The first secret came from Monaca, where she revealed that she had faked her disability. She was willing to give up the faking, but wanted to keep her wheelchair for comfort. Komaru agreed to this, and allowed her to keep her wheelchair as a comfort item.

Kotoko and Nagisa were a bit upset about that, but they eventually forgave Monaca, understanding that she only used it to obtain sympathy enough to escape from the abuse of her brother and father. Masaru and Jataro forgave her right away.

Nagisa revealed once that he was getting picked on in school, and that he wanted to be homeschooled because of it.

Genocide Jack was NOT HAVING IT.

He showed up at the school, and threatened the kids' lives with scissors had a talk with them.

That was when Nagisa realized that he really could depend on the two women. He did begin to show affection, albeit in his own kuudere way, much more often.

For example, he was a lot less snarky when correcting their grammar, math, etc., and he genuinely smiles and compliments them all the time.

Kotoko gave the first hug. She was so overwhelmed with emotion, that she shamelessly, unapologetically hugged both Komaru and Toko!

Uncle. Makoto. Is. Their. Favorite. Person. In. The. History. Of. Everything.

NOW, LET'S GET INTO HOLIDAYS WITH THIS FAMILY-

Komaru and Toko totally put all five of the kids in therapy for their trauma.

None of them are upset with it, though. They actually appreciate it.

New Year's is a surprisingly fun holiday with this family!

Kotoko, Masaru, and Monaca stay up to watch the ball drop with Komaru!

Nagisa, Jataro, and Toko are all out before eleven o'clock.

The four that are awake do fun things while waiting for the ball to drop!

For example, Monaca reads them her favorite books! She takes requests, though, and if one of them requests a specific story, she will try her best to read it. Komaru makes sure not to request anything too difficult for someone her age.

Masaru gets them all to play ping-pong with spoons and mini cupcakes.

The rounds are as follows: Masaru vs. Monaca, Masaru vs. Kotoko, Masaru vs. Komaru, Komaru vs. Monaca, Komaru vs. Kotoko, and Kotoko vs. Monaca.

Kotoko paints all their nails. Yes, even Masaru's. Masaru genuinely doesn't care, and he wants his the brightest, boldest red color she has. Komaru goes for a paler green. Monaca goes for bright green. Kotoko gets her nails painted by Masaru and Monaca; one hand for each of them.

Kotoko ends up with a half pink, half black handset, courtesy of Monaca and Masaru, respectively.

Toko and the others are disappointed that they missed all the festivities, but Komaru reassures them that there's always next year.

Valentine's Day is another fun holiday for them!

Jataro saves up all his allowance for almost four months in order to buy everyone presents!

Precious babey-

Jataro ends up giving Komaru a Ouija board, tuna eyeballs, and a new electric fan to talk to.

Yes, Jataro has witnessed her strange habits, and is curious of them.

He gets Toko a little clip-on nightlight to help her through her fear of the dark. She clips it to her shirt twenty-four-seven, and always makes sure that it has batteries.

Masaru is given a cool red basketball with his name written in white letters. He never plays with it, though, preferring to keep it in a safe place, where it won't get dirty or broken.

Nagisa is gifted a large encyclopedia. It's a simple gift, but he appreciates it, and gives Jataro a long, genuine hug.

He gifts Kotoko with a cute book with kawaii, adorbs stickers. Surprise, surprise, everybody wakes up with their faces stickered, and there are stickers all along the walls, floors, and appliances. Anybody who comes over thinks it's cute, and that only encourages Kotoko to "spread [her] adorbs-ness everywhere"!

He gives Monaca a sewing machine, because Monaca had brought up her love of fashion. He thought that maybe she would want to design her own. Monaca burst into tears, exclaiming that she felt so selfish for accepting a gift from someone she used to treat so cruelly. Of course, Jataro reassures her that that's in the past, and they're siblings now. Monaca ends up with a soft smile, and hugging the life out of a very blushy, flustered Jataro.

When St. Patrick's Day rolls around, Monaca puts her Valentine’s Day present to use! She makes cute green outfits for everyone, and takes their senses of style into account. Masaru's is designed like a jersey, Kotoko's has lots of glitter and frills, Komaru's and Toko's are designed like schoolgirl uniforms, Nagisa's is formally styled, Jataro's is leathery, and her own looks steampunk.

Kotoko convinces everyone to go look for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, or at least some leprechauns.

They didn't find any. :(

April Fool's Day is a D A N G E R O U S day to exist, as long as they live with Masaru.

Masaru is basically a miniature Kokichi Ouma when it comes to pranks.

He switched the sugar for salt once, and Kotoko ended up sick for two weeks, considering she eats too much of it, and probably eats it in spoonfuls.

Mother's Day is a fun one! They split Mother's Day up into five days, that way each kid got to spend time with each mother.

On the first day, Toko took Masaru to a basketball game that she had scored third-row tickets to prior to Mother's Day. He cheered so loud, and it warmed her heart to see his joy at her surprise. Masaru ended up giving her a pack of colored chalk for her to write on her chalkboard with. Komaru ended up taking Nagisa to watch Harry Potter in a theater with her, after realizing they had both read the book. In return, he gave her a meal of tuna eyeballs that he cooked, himself. They weren't perfect, but... he tried. :'3

On day two, Toko took Nagisa to go write short stories together. They googled writing prompts, and each used the same one to comprise a story of under five thousand words in ten minutes. Then, they judged and gave constructive criticism to one another. He gave her high-quality pens to write down her ideas with. Meanwhile, Komaru took Jataro to plant a garden of vegetables in the backyard, and tend to it everyday. Sometimes, Jataro talks to their plants when he feels lonely. He gave her a pretty rock. Again, he tried. :'3

On day three, Toko took Jataro on a food tour, where she drove around and they got a small snack from every food place they drove past, eventually ending up with a whole big meal! He gave her a pretty flower. All the while, Komaru took Kotoko to a fashion show where they showcased pretty glittery idol clothes and lolita clothes. She gave Komaru a song she had written in her honor. Yes, Kotoko actually spent weeks writing a song for Komaru, and even got the other Warriors to play the instruments for the music. Masaru played guitar, Nagisa played the piano, Jataro played the drums, and Monaca played the bass. Of course, Kotoko was the vocalist. (Band AU?)

On day four, Toko took Kotoko to a Morning Musume concert. I swear, everyone must have had bleeding ears from how loud Kotoko screamed for it. She ended up getting an autograph and a picture with Tanaka Reina, so she was a very, very happy girl. She gave Toko a pink card that had a painted sweet message on it and was practically swimming in pink glitter. Meanwhile, Komaru took Monaca to play video games and order Monaca's favorite food. It was something simple, but something Monaca really appreciated. They played Pac-Man, Super Smash Bros., Sonic The Hedgehog, and Crash Bandicoot. And they had tons of fun. Monaca gave her a cute new outfit, made in steampunk design, that she made, herself.

On day five, Toko took Monaca to a planetarium, where they looked at all the beautiful constellations. Monaca, being the smart cookie she is, told her all their names, what they represented, etc.! And at night, they went stargazing for real, Monaca pointing out her favorite constellations again. Monaca gave Toko an invention of hers: a program she designed that filters out spelling errors, grammar errors, etc., and suggests new ideas when writer's block comes around. Meanwhile, Komaru took Masaru to play laser tag! Komaru got "shot" sixteen times, while Masaru got "shot" three times. The two made jokes about it the entire way home, and it was just an overall fun day. He gave her the baseball that he had batted to hit the final, winning home run in his last game. It was the only winning baseball he had ever hit, so Komaru felt quite special receiving the gift.

Now, onto Father's Day~!

Genocide Jack takes an hour to spend with each kid!

He plays soccer, basketball, and baseball with Masaru for the first hour!

He reads stuffy, boring novels with Nagisa for the second hour.

He cooks the best, most fanciest meal with Jataro for the third hour!

He acts out movie and show scenes with Kotoko for the fourth hour.

He helps Monaca make inventions and sew for the fifth hour!

He refuses all of their gifts in return, however, as he doesn't believe that children who have been hurt in the past, just as Toko herself was, should be allowed to pay homage to adults.

Despite them not technically being his kids, he cares enough to step into that role for them, Toko and Komaru allowing him to do so.

The fourth of July is great!

Genocide Jack brings up the idea of taking the kids to a carnival for it, to which Toko and Komaru agree.

They all get facepaints, funnel cakes, and they ride all the rides!

They play most of the games as well, and win eight or nine stuffed animals!

It becomes an annual tradition to take the kids to the carnival for the Fourth Of July!

For Halloween, of course they're all the cutest things!

Masaru is Yasutaka Okayama. Nagisa is Albert Einstein. Jataro is Frankenstein's Monster. Kotoko is a Fairy Princess. Monaca is female Izuku Midoriya.

Kotoko has no issue using her cuteness to get extra candy.

When Thanksgiving rolls around, it's always fun!

Toko and Komaru prepare dinner the night before, while the Warriors aren't allowed downstairs. They have to call if they want something, like water, and there is a bathroom in the attic.

In the morning, when the actual cooking happens, Kotoko and Masaru beg to help, but only Nagisa is allowed to, because Nagisa is the responsible one.

Even so, they invite their family members that they are still in touch with, such as Uncle Makoto, Aunt Kyoko, Aunt Aoi, Uncle Byakuya, Uncle Yasuhiro, and even Genocide Jack makes his "grand appearance".

Honestly, it shouldn't even be surprising at this point.

Christmas is another fun time!

They do Secret Santa, but Komaru and Toko make sure that they get each other.

Masaru gets Jataro; he ends up getting Jataro a whole new array of spices and flavorings for his cooking hobby! Jataro appreciates this greatly, and uses it whenever he cooks.

Nagisa gets Kotoko; he gets her a toy microphone that works like a real one, just on a smaller scale. Nagisa can now consider himself the reason "One Room Sugar Life" is belted through the house at two in the morning every day.

Jataro gets Monaca; he buys her a whole stack of fashion magazines with her beloved Big Sis Junko in them, along with new fabric to sew with. She appreciates the gifts, and assures Jataro that he can revel in despair with her when she obtains it.

Monaca gets Masaru; she gifts him with a ping-pong set, a table tennis set, and an air hockey set. Masaru is surprised that she cared enough, to which Monaca replies, "Monaca is a changed person now. Monaca cares about you now."

Birthdays are the same as Christmas, but all their efforts focus on that one person.

They grow to all love each other very much, and all of them would happily die in defense of the others.

Monaca even eventually gives up on her obsession with Junko, hope, and despair, with their help.

All the Warriors will forever appreciate everything that Toko and Komaru have done for them.

Overall, just a completely wholesome family.

[pluviophile-bookworm]

HSMTMTS 2x9: so dreaded, so exciting, 'Sword!' (yeah, I went there, I've been thinking about this scene - you know the one - since yesterday for some reason)

After two computer malfunctions and a very tough, very sleepless night, here I am with a third attempt to write this post. The universe is against me today. Is Mercury in retrograde or something? Ugh, I just want to get this over with already. And I haven't even managed to see half the episode yet. You better like this cursed post because it's taken me two hours at this point, and will probably take another to finish - and that is if nothing goes wrong this time. Please bear with me. This is my reaction to HSMTMTS 2x9, take 3. Let's hope and pray it's the last one.

I'm normally [unpopular opinion alert] a very spoiler-positive person (it's the combination of anxiety and ADHD and a bunch of other stuff, I suppose), but for this one I've been refraining from looking at the tag all morning, so by now I'm simply bursting with impatience. But before we dive in, I need to get some stuff off my chest.

Some pre-watch thoughts and feelings (let's see how well they will have aged by the end of the episode):

Seriously, what is with whoever writes this show? I know it's impossible, but I feel like they've been toying with my emotions specifically all season. Like:

Ah, so you were a Rini shipper last season? Great, now we'll make them obnoxious and borderline toxic to the point where you actually want them to break up, but then their old chemistry will be back just for the breakup scene so that you can cry your eyes out over the one couple you couldn't stand - even though you can't seem to relate to a single song from Sour, we'll make you feel like you do for a hot second. At least it will remind you that you loved Ricky.

So you say Redlyn own your heart and soul? Great, we'll make you dread something going wrong with them for a week straight, and mess up your sleep schedule beyond repair over it. You're welcome!

We heard you said Rodfini give you life? Perfect, how about a big Seblos fight? And would you like a side of questioning your choice to stan Carlos with that? Because what is life without a little anxiety, a bit of doubt of your ability to read people, and a pinch of existential dread, right?

Ah, so you claimed not to ship Portwell romantically, is that right? Brilliant, we'll make you ship them and then we'll use that to torture you, too.

You've been excited about ABF and Asher Angel guest-starring ever since they were announced? Magnificent! We'll make you hate ABF's character to the point where you can't even look at him, and we'll make you call him names you thought yourself incapable of uttering. And as for Asher, you'll be left waiting for him until the last third of the season, and then you'll dread the possibility of hating his character, too. Do you love us yet?

Oof! Right then, I've got that out of my system. Time to dive in.

Miss Jenn playing around with the backgrounds is, like, 90% of the people who had online school this year, and honestly, I love that for her.

Wait, why is Nini first on this call? Are they going through with the Rose thing? Cos like, the song is nice and all (and, might I add, much more to my taste than nearly all of Sour, don't @ me), but if they use it, it will get them disqualified. They’ve been told that! Gosh, please let me be wrong about this.

We get it, Carlito, rich and fancy and over-the-top is kind of your thing, but have you stopped for a second to think about how others will feel about this? Especially Seb, whom you claim to care about. Seriously, though, I love Carlos and would not hesitate to die for him, but I’m getting the feeling that, unlike my other favourite (you know the one), he wouldn’t do the same for me. Oh well, he’ll figure it out. He’s just a kid. Give him time.

Wait, Milky White? Is that an Into the Woods reference I smell? Cool! If I had a cow, I’d totally name her Milky White (or Gertrude, but don’t ask me why). I just hope they don’t have to, like, take her to the market and exchange her for magic beans, if you catch my drift.

Ahhhhh, Caswell cousins content! We love to see it!

‘You guys are watching, like, old old movies’ WTH, Nini (or is it Nina)? Scary Movie is literally younger than me. But what do you know about it, you 21st-century baby! Ugh, I don’t know why I’m being so hostile today... must be the lack of sleep. Hope it doesn’t influence my reactions to the episode so dramatically as to make me forget how much I love this series. Because I do.

Yay! Big Red is here! I can finally smile. And did Ash just say they’re soulmates? Because yes they are! Ahhh my heart is going to explode.

‘Nini, have you heard from [Ricky]?’ Yikes, awkward... but of course, Big Red can be counted on to save the day here, too.

Ok, so that was a cool cold open. Time for some nice in-person scenes, though. I did not spend all of three semesters doing online school just to have the characters of my favourite series do the same.

Wow, Gina is really embracing that French accent thing! And I really don’t want to think about, erm, ‘Napoleon over here’ right now, but I really think the fact that she’s doing it better than him will be another piece of evidence towards my theory of fake-French!Antoine... ugh, I said his name. Oh well. Back to Gina. Too bad the French thing didn’t work out for her.

Ahhhh, Portwell with Ash in the background! And Ash is going to paint EJ’s nails! I feel like he’s going to end up loving that, despite what he says right now. But seriously, I just love how comfortable these two are with each other. Can you blame me now for shipping them as friends? Well, I mean, it’s obvious they will be more than friends, and somehow, despite the amatonormativity of it all, I’m here for it.

Wait, was that Asher? That was Asher, I’m 100% sure of it. And Gina said ‘a sign’ and then looked at him, even from the back... what am I supposed to think and feel here? I’m confused. Moving on.

Ahh, poor Ricky being a burrito... good thing that breakup scene last time reminded me that I love him, because the entirety of the season before that was very good at making me forget that.

Wait, did she say ‘the Bean’? As in, that Bean? The infamous Bean? LOL.

‘So the only time you two talk to each other is to gossip about me’ Boy, did I feel that. I once got my hands on my dad’s mobile and I... kind of went through his texts with mum. Yep, all about me and my brother. At this point I feel like they’re only together because of us. But this is getting too personal. I’m here about the episode, not to rant about my family. Moving on.

Yikes, looks like Nini’s got writer’s block all over again. Am I supposed to feel sorry for her? Because I kind of don’t. I mean, no hate towards her, none at all, but that entire scene just felt awkward and unnecessary. And not just because it’s her first time going live. That I can understand. What I don’t understand is why the writers can’t seem to do anything creative and interesting with Nini. Olivia is being wasted there. Idk, that’s just how I feel. Again, no hate.

Ahhhhh it’s Asher! And well, he’s not Jonah, but I kind of really like him as Jack. I wonder if that will last.

So is it just me, or is anyone else not quite sure how to feel about Ricky’s mum? I mean, their interactions seem kind of awkward and strained, but that’s how it’s supposed to be given their recent history, and yet something just doesn’t sit quite right with me.

‘You there, Muse? It’s me, Nini!’ Ah, so it’s Nini again? I didn’t get the memo. Gosh, this episode is kind of really underwhelming. The most exciting thing so far (but not nearly as exciting in practice as it was in theory) – Asher and Sofia’s on-screen reunion. The second most exciting thing? The thought of Ash painting EJ’s nails. Everything else? Kind of ‘whatever’. Is this what I tossed and turned about all night? Totally not worth it. This episode better get, like, 300% better right this instant. It’s just not worth all the frustration and excitement and dread so far.

Looks like my prayers from just now have been heard! That improv scene was hilarious! Guess it was lucky that Miss Jenn had them do improv before this moment. But I need to know more of Jack’s backstory now.

Ok, so that was awkward! So Kourtney is talking to Howie again, I guess. And I guess I know now what Carlos did that was all public and no subtle. Still, what’s wrong with posting photos from your holiday? Guess I don’t exactly know yet what Carlos did to piss the others off so much.

Great, now I’m tempted to google butterfly faces. Good thing I’m not eating anymore. *** Ughhhhh this was a mistake! Please don’t ever look a butterfly in the face if you want to stay sane. Don’t be like me.

Ahhh the Duke sweater! ‘Is that your boyfriend’s?’ Well, not quite yet, it’s not... *screams in Portwell*

Oh, now we’re talking! But seriously, Ricky? The ‘my friends think’ card? Why don’t you just say ‘I think’? It’s clearly something you’ve thought about a lot. I feel like I’m going to love this scene or cry over it or both.

Ooh, therapy. It’s not just... basically the entire fandom... who says it now. Please tell me that means Ricky will be going to therapy at some point. Says the girl who is currently firmly refusing to go to therapy in favour of hyperfixating on HSMTMTS and getting back into the good old practice of having imaginary friends... yeah, I’m one to talk.

My, my, my! Seb has really had it now. I mean, it was about time, but... not quite like this. My heart is starting to do some weird stuff, I can feel it. I might need to lie down.

Ok, so as much as I envy North High for getting to see so many shows on BWay – basically living out my dream – stalking East High on Instagram and being shady about them taking a well-deserved break... just goes beyond all limits. I mean, if you’re so into Broadway shows, you should know as well as I do what happened the last time a certain founding father did not take a break. Maybe you’re the ones in need of a break here.

Nini on the call with the Caswell cousins, though... ‘I’m obsessed with both of you’ – first relatable thing she’s said or done all season. And EJ playing with old toys is pure gold.

Oh, so Jack’s dad is a pilot. Makes sense, I guess. I’m kind of intrigued by this guy. Just as long as he doesn’t try to come between Portwell before they’ve had the chance to happen, you know...

Ashlyn might need to stop swooning over Nini’s songwriting or Big Red might get jealous... I mean, I would not have pinned him as the jealous type before 2x7, but ever since then... I guess insecure + dating a girl like Ash = the jealous type. And although that looks good on him, I’d bet anything it doesn’t feel particularly pleasant on his side. So... wait, why am I talking about Big Red? He hasn’t even got anything to do with the scene at hand. But then again, there’s been so little Big Red content in this episode that I seem to be trying to make up for it. Still. Stay focused.

Ooh, so Big Red did edit that video! Is there anything my boy can’t do? Ok, now I feel like he’s even more criminally underappreciated than he was before. But let’s look at the video. I’m curious to see the whole thing because that sneak peek from yesterday simply hasn’t been enough.

That was... really, really cool! I love how they took the ‘when they go low, we go high’ line from last time and run with it. Now if only they were putting as much effort into BATB... North High wouldn’t know what hit them.

Hmmmm... I guess Gina and Jack could be what I originally wanted Portwell to be... really cool friends. Unless it’s one of those ‘airport magic’ things. Oh well. It probably is. Was that all we’re seeing of Asher here? I did not wait 2/3 of the season for this. Though it was nice.

Ooh, Ricky’s solo song... why is there more Rini chemistry in this song than there was in all the season? Not counting the breakup scene, of course. Also, I feel like it’s just as much about him and his mum as it is about Nini. Some say music is the best therapy. I think they might be right. And no, I’m not crying. You are.

The granola bar, though... this episode might have been very underwhelming in the first half, but... it delivered in the Portwell front, and the music was *chef’s kiss*, so I’m willing to let it slide that the advertised Seblos ‘big fight’ was not touched upon nearly enough. Maybe next week...

Ok, now that we’re done watching the episode, let’s see how my feelings from the beginning have aged:

The Rini breakup: apparently, along with reminding me that I love Ricky, it has rendered me unable to look at Nini. What’s up with that? If this is some sort of tactic along the lines of ‘Olivia might be leaving the show so we’re making you hate her character so that you won’t miss her’, it’s not really working. Because I don’t want to hate Nini. Believe me, I don’t.

Redlyn: ok, so there’s nothing wrong with them whatsoever - we even got a ‘soulmates’, which I loved - but first they’re being swept under the rug, and then the antis come at us with that ‘their relationship is underdeveloped’ nonsense. Individually, though, I liked them in this episode (even if there was a significant shortage of Big Red), and Ashlyn collaborating with Nini again was cool, but... what I really wanted to see was her painting EJ’s nails. Did she even get the chance to actually do it? Maybe next week.

Seblos: I’m still failing to understand exactly what Seb thinks Carlos did wrong (please enlighten me if you did catch that, I’m kind of slow), but he (Seb) does have reasons to be mad at him (Carlos)... and at other people, too. Still, if you want to have a fight between two people in a relationship, you could do much better than whatever this episode was. Maybe next week. I notice I’m saying that a lot. Guess I’m putting a lot of hopes on 2x10. I just pray it doesn’t disappoint.

Portwell: boy, am I happy that my frustration on this front did not age well! What I mean is, apparently they’ve decided to bless us, not torture us for once. Even a rather disappointing episode like this one had to have some sort of silver lining. And Portwell is it.

Asher as Jack: well, luckily I didn’t hate him, but... it’s kind of the opposite problem. I loved him and now they’re taking him away from me. Guess I just can’t win here. Oh well. At least he didn’t have the screen time to get in between Portwell...

All in all: 2x10, my hopes and prayers are with you!

[geekthefreakout]

Obligatory Jack Kline Birthday Fic

Jack turns four, and makes a decision.

There had been no big bash for his birthday- that wasn't his family's style. Dean had clapped him on the shoulder and promised him cake after dinner. Sam had given him a hug and a $100 gift card for the book store in town, with a promise to take him whenever he wanted. Castiel had given him a home made card and a promise to take him camping the same night as an upcoming meteor shower. There was also a set of Star Wars action figures that made Jack smile. There'd been a phone call from Jody and the girls, with Claire promising to take him on a "proper sloppy bar crawl" when they were together next. There'd been a flimsy attempt to hide cheap decorations as Dean urged him to take a walk. And it was exciting, but...

Jack looks up when one of the children in the park he is in shrieks. It's a little boy and he's fallen off one of the climbing structures. Jack reaches out a hand instinctively, to fix, to heal, but there's no need because a large man with a deep voice and tight curls to match the boy's is already there, lifting the child to his feet, brushing the wood chips off his shirt. Barely a moment, and the boy is smiling again, rushing back onto the structure with his father at his back to support him. Jack settles back onto the bench. Making it to the top of this structure would be the biggest thing this boy has to accomplish today, maybe even this week. He has no need to worry about anything else.

Deep inside him, Jack's hybrid grace moves, pulsing warmly. Shifting. Asking a question. Jack rests his hand against his stomach and casts his eyes over the park again. He notes that a couple of parents are giving him odd looks, remembers that he's too old to be hanging around a park with no child of his own.

He's just turned four.

Jack returns to the bunker, heading for the kitchen where he can smell Dean cooking. Sam and Castiel are there as well, and Jack stops in the doorway to think about how much he loves his dads. He loves Sam stealing tastes of food and narrowly avoiding a rap of Dean's spoon across his fingers. He loves Cas arranging the paper decorations Jack had deliberately not seen that morning around the room and on the table, probably bought from the dollar store. He loves Dean pretending he's annoyed by the hubbub. He loves how they all three turn to him with felicitations for the day, lightly scolding him for coming home early, before their modest celebration was ready for him.

He knows that he loves his dads just as much as the little boy from the park loves his. He's content. He's just turned four.

But his grace still moves within him and his heart still aches a little, so he asks the question:

"If I was a normal... if I was four years old. Physically. Would... you still want me?"

Dean makes a face that means Jack is confusing him with weird angel things.

"What kind of question is that?"

"Of course we would, Jack." Sam hurries to answer. He's translating for Dean as well, Jack thinks. Worried that Dean's abrasiveness would make Jack sad like he'd been when Castiel had been dead and Dean had hated him. He shouldn't worry so much.

"I was prepared to raise you from an infant." Castiel intones. "There is no form you could take that would make me love you less. Would make any of us love you less."

Jack takes this in. He looks at the colorful decorations, the chili brewing on the stove, the lopsided cake baking in the over. He looks at his dads and thinks of the park. He thinks about what life could be if climbing a plastic tower was the hardest thing he had to work at. If he did not have to hide from people he met that he had a talking teddy bear that he liked to sleep with, if he could play with other children. His grace swells within him.

"Jack? You're kind of glowing, buddy." Dean's voice is cautious, and Jack tilts his head at him, then at Sam and Castiel.

"Would... would it be okay if I was four years old now?"

Sam and Dean look confused, but Castiel catches on immediately.

"If that's what you want, Jack."

"Could we still go camping?"

"I would have to get a more appropriately sized sleeping bag." Cas frowns a moment. "And mind your bed time."

"That's sounds awesome."

Sam is the next to understand.

"Jack... can you do that? I mean... what would that do to you?"

"I would still remember you." Jack assures him as Dean makes a choked noise, coming to his own realization. "I would never let myself forget a moment of being your son. And I think I'd like to remember how to read." Reading is one of his favorite activities. "But with Chuck gone, not as many hunts come through and..." Jack shifts on his feet, surprised to feel the heat of tears building behind his eyes. "And I'd really like to be four years old. And for you to still be my dads. Please." He sniffs. "I know I had to be a grown up to start with. I know that it's selfish to ask you to take care of me. But it's my birthday and I really, really, want to be four years old. And then five years old, next year."

To Jack's surprise, Dean is the first one to wrap his arms around him. Dean's gruff voice rumbles through him.

"If that's what you want, Jack... you just give Sammy enough time to go get you some four-year-old essentials from the store. And then you do what you have to do."

Jack turns four and makes a decision.

He decides to grow up the slow way this time. He decides to be too short to reach the sink without a stool, too uncoordinated to write his name neatly. He decides to use a nightlight and learn to ride a bike and paint messy watercolors of Daddy, Papa, and Tatti in kindergarten. He decides to let Dean sing him old Zeppelin songs to make him sleep when he's cranky, to let Sam lift him on his shoulders to tower high above the world. He decides to curl up on Castiel's lap to read 'The Little Prince.' He decides to let Claire paint his nails and dress him like a doll and sneak him pieces of nougat.

He decides to climb every tower in the playground.

Jack is four years old. And he is happy.

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You’re my dream when I’m not sleeping // J x Lilith // NSFW aftercare

Summary: You will always be safe with J. The more intense a session, the more intense the aftercare. Truly, the both of you almost enjoy the aftercare more than you enjoy the sex itself... Almost. For J, at least, it provides the perfect opportunity to love on his Hyena a little more fiercely. Not that you’re complaining, of course.

A/N: A personalised piece for @jokershyena​ bc ilyyyyy~ <33333 I hope that you enjoy this, darling!! ^^ <3 

Warnings for swearing, BDSM elements (knife and blood play), NSFW descriptions and allusions to being edged/multiple orgasms within one session, J refers to himself as “daddy” (the things I write for you, istg), aftercare (duh!) and a whole lotta’ lovin’! <3 You get what you deserve ;)

Word count: 2, 935.

There were many rumours, many lies, many speculations and many untruths about your relationship with J, so deeply kept was the secret, so mysterious was his aura and so protective were his men of you but at the core of the truth lay one simple, earth shattering fact:

J loved you, and you loved him.

Gotham knew him to be a chaotic clown, a murderous terrorist. Someone who was cold and unfeeling, a monster... a freak. Someone who wore clothes which were custom made with no labels, the materials expensive and entirely unique, someone who had no last name, no alias, nothing identifiable about him in any way. He was a complete mystery to the city of Gotham and no one knew him. Citizens knew his persona, his murderous tendencies and the way he could bring the entire city to a standstill with a few well timed incidents, but no one knew who he really was.

But you? Oh, you knew J to be a chaotic clown, this was true, but he was also so human. He had told you, once, that his name had been Jack Napier. It had been the night that you had first seen his bare facial scars, the night that you had first learned of his past, what little of it he was willing to tell you, and it was a night which you treasured with all that you were.

Lilith Napier had been the name he had whispered against your lips that night, his full lips soft and warm against your own, his tongue sneaking out to coax your own into a slow and tantalising dance, his hands hot and firm against your bare hips, his fingers flexing as he moved within you, reaching hidden depths which only he could reach. 

That had been the most tender, the most loving and the rawest night which the two of you had experienced together, and you hadn’t been the only one to cry; J had shed one, maybe two tears of his own, though he hadn’t acknowledged them and in his silence and his refusal to brush them away with his usual impatient manner had he told you that he trusted you. that he was able to be himself with you. You had kissed them away, your lips against his damp skin had made him tremble underneath your reverent touch, and J had again whispered your married name against your lips, the cool band of your wedding ring pressed against his heated flesh.

Many a tender night had passed between the two of you,and through your many ups and downs as individuals and as a couple had the two of you established a way of being, a rhythm which was as unique as the both of you were. You allowed J many liberties with who you were and what he was allowed to do with you, to do to you, and in return did he make sure that you were always taken care of, that you knew beyond all shadow of a doubt that you were safe and loved with J, that you were his and that he was yours. Everything was equal in your relationship, but no balance was more important to J than making sure that after an intense session with him, that the aftercare was matched in its ferocity. 

J would never allow you to ever feel even slightly negative about the things that the two of you did together. Even the most vanilla of sessions contained aftercare, for J was nothing if not a man of his word. If he promised you something, then you could be sure that he would follow it through; that he would take care of you as best as he knew how. 

The world knew him to be J, but you knew him to be a perfect balance of J and Jack, such was the influence of your heart over him. He was as safe with you as you were with him.

On this particular night did you lay, shaking and exhausted. Your body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, which mingled and lay mixed with traces of saliva, trickling crimson raindrops of blood, your hair a mess, your chest rose and fell rapidly as you fought to catch your breath. Oh, but you ached. Your throat was sore from how viciously J had fucked your mouth, his thick cock stealing your very breath as he pushed himself in to the hilt again and again and again, his fingers carding through your hair in silent praise and in reassurance. Your hands had gripped his thighs, your nails leaving crescent indents in his sensitive flesh. “You always - unf - take me so well, hyena - made for me, aren’t’cha?” and other praises had fallen from his lips in the form of guttural groans, his head tossed back and greasy curls brushing against the tops of his shoulders. 

The space between your thighs ached too, a tantalising mixture of your natural juices, J’s saliva and his cum; so thoroughly did he love you that it always made your head spin as your back both arched into the mattress and away from it. So blurred was the line between pain and pleasure that you felt both at the same time and never did you know if you wanted more of one or of the other; the way J played your body like a finely tuned instrument was always the sweetest torture, his cock, fingers and mouth always bringing a symphony out of your mouth as you writhed and panted beneath him. Oh, but the silver glint of his pocketknife against your skin was so delicious, and it never failed to make his hips pump a little faster, the sound of skin slapping on skin loud in the room, of J’s animalistic grunts and of your own sounds the accompaniment to the pounding in your head, your blood rushing through your veins and roaring in your ears.

Currently were you laying on your side. J was gone from the bed, having eased himself up moments ago with a weary, tired sigh, and you could hear him ruffling around in the bathroom cabinets, along with the sound of running water. You smiled to yourself; you knew that the both of you almost enjoyed the aftercare more than the sex itself. Almost. It gave J a chance to really spoil you, to check you over and to make sure that you were okay, to bring you down from the session and to bring you back home, back to him. 

You drifted into threshold consciousness at the distant sounds of J close to you, and you were roused from it with a large, careful hand which curved to the slope of your shoulder and turned you around slowly so that you were laying on your back. You winced, and J eyed you critically. “Easy, doll, easy. I got’cha. Where ya’ hurt, hm? Tell daddy where it hurts.”

You felt unable to talk so you settled for showing J where it hurt. He could read you like a book, this you knew, so you shifted your hips and groaned as you moved and wriggled various parts of your body. J catalogued every wince, every hiss of air inhaled through clenched teeth, every muttered “ow, fuck”, every shift. All of your responses were memorised and J began to work out what he was going to do to look after you. He didn’t have a plan, he never had a plan. He only had an idea and so long as that idea came into fruition was J satisfied; it didn’t matter how it happened, just so long as it did.

J’s main concern for the moment was patching up those cuts. Crimson droplets had turned into trails which were beginning to conceal on your skin. At the blade’s point of entry was the blood black, so drawn out had your session been, and he cracked open the dark green first aid kit. J kept his intense chocolate gaze on you the entire time, his hands knew what they were doing. This was as familiar an event to his body as the act of sex itself; though it was never purely physical when the two of you had any kind of session. It was two souls, each as chaotic as the other, melding together to create something so beautiful, so passionate, that the love you shared was bigger than your own selves. You always hesitated to use celestial terms because they could never do your relationship justice; its depths were as murky and as complex as you yourselves were.

He cleaned your wounds with disinfectant, which made you tiredly hiss and pull away from J’s touch, something which felt inherently wrong to you. Each time did J shush you quietly, and when each one was disinfected did he put a small plaster on it. As his careful fingers smoothed over the plaster did he bend down to press a kiss to your injury, as if his love could seep into the plaster and heal your wounds from the inside out. 

Though your wounds were now clean and bandaged, blood still remained on your skin. So - next step - you groaned in slight relief and in pain as J’s hand dipped between your thighs. You clenched your legs shut on impulse, trapping J’s hand there. “A-ta-ta, no."  He tapped your thigh twice, open up for me, and you suppressed a moan as you opened your legs for J, letting him see you. His cum was leaking out of you, pearly white against the pink of your folds, and he hummed both in satisfaction and in thought as he took a moment to just take in what he had done to you.

“J,” You whispered his name to centre yourself and J’s eyes flicked to yours. Two pairs of chocolate eyes met and you saw J smile at you. It was a small, barely there upwards quirk of his full lips from both corners, but you saw the gesture, you saw J, for what it was and for who he was and you felt your stomach swoop. Fuck, you loved him. You did. “I love you.”

The smile deepened on J’s face and he kept his eyes on yours as his hand dipped into the bowl of soapy hot water you hadn’t noticed earlier, wringing out the flannel. J draped the flannel over his hand and two things happened at precisely the same time, making you arch upwards into J. His hand dipped between your legs as he began to wipe you down and his lips claimed yours for his own, swallowing your moans of pain and discomfort as his hand, clinical but full of care, cleaned you up, removing all traces of your session from your sensitive core. Oh, but it hurt and cool shivers danced up your body from the very base of your spine and you pushed your face into the kiss, wanting more of everything which J was giving you so freely, so lovingly.

J kept his lips on yours for as long as his hand was cleaning you up, his movements deft and so gentle that you could only feel the wet warmth between your legs. A finger, covered by the soiled flannel, dipped just inside your folds to clean you there, too, and though it was borderline sensual, the level of tenderness which he was showing you, there was nothing sexual in what J was doing. His lips were slightly rough and yet so affectionate, his tongue sweeping against yours, his teeth nibbling gently at your bottom lip. There was only reverence in his touch now as J lay worship at your altar, telling you in a way only you could hear that he loved you, too. That he always had, always will and always would.

J’s hand, which remained between your thighs, stilled long before his mouth did, his lips trailing across your lower cheek and leaving fire in their wake as he pressed kisses so soft, at least for J, that it made you want to cry. You were sore and tired and you ached in places you didn’t even realise you could ache, so thorough were J’s attentions, so demanding was his body in the way that it put your own to the test, in all the ways that he had claimed you this night, again and again and again. He had edged you, brought you to orgasm multiple times in the same session, and you were well and truly spent.

Finally, J pulled his hand away from you and you missed the reassuring, warm weight of him between your thighs. Your core felt empty, cold, and you both craved for J to once more caress your velvet walls with his thick cock, and for him to leave you alone. J was the very definition of contradiction, of madness within you, and you loved every second of it, every second of him. He pulled away just enough from the kiss so that his nose could brush up against yours as he said, “You’re my hyena, Lilith. My little night monster, hm? There isn’t any me if there’s no you. You’re, ah - you’re im-port-ant to me.”

You choked on a sob, so tired and so emotionally and physically overwhelmed were you, and J cooed mockingly as he left the room to dump out the water and to replace it so that he could wash the rest of you over. He was just as clinical as he dragged the fresh flannel over your face, his touch gentle as he wiped your tears away with a smile in his eyes but not on his lips, your shoulders, your chest - he ghosted over your nipple piercings, so sensitive were they - abdomen, stomach, thighs... your entire body was washed over while J’s eyes searched for bruises, cuts, anything he had missed. He kept the first aid box within reach but otherwise allowed you to drift. He had an inkling that he had pushed you perhaps a little too far this time, but he knew that you would be okay after some sleep. 

Finally, with all of your physical needs met and tended to, it was time for the part which the both of you loved. J was quick to tidy away the discarded plaster papers which had been strewn haphazardly over the bed while he looked after you, dump the used water down the sink and put the bowl back under the sink. He was also quick to take his own wash, water splashing all over the floor, the dirty flannel left in the water which he didn’t bother to drain away before he came back to bed. The bathroom was in a right state, but you weren’t and neither was J and that was what mattered.

Tidying the bathroom could wait. You couldn’t.

The bedroom door shut firmly behind J with a loud click which alerted you to his presence. J didn’t want to startle you, though he was also loathe to disturb your rest. Still, he had to pick the lesser evil. He slid easily into bed beside you, his hand curling around your upper shoulder as he pulled you into his body. J moved slowly, at such a rate that you knew where he wanted you, but just enough that you could control your own movements and therefore cause yourself as little discomfort and pain as possible.

“How ya’ feeling, doll?” 

You groaned sleepily but J poked you hard in the rib. He needed a verbal answer, to know that you were okay. “’M ‘kay, J. Not hurt - just sleepy. ” You got yourself comfortable, hooking a leg over J’s hip to keep him close. It hurt and your inner thighs burned but you needed to feel J between your legs, you just felt so lost without him all over your body. You slung an arm around him and shuffled closer... and closer... and closer, pushing yourself up against J.

With an amused giggle, his body shaking, did J carefully lift you so that you were laying on him. You smiled sleepily and nuzzled in; J always knew what you needed, always, so well did he know you. He ducked his head and rained kisses down upon the crown of your own. His kisses were slow, full of love and of the sense that he was preserving this moment, cherishing it as it was occuring, and each kiss which found purchase upon your head was punctuated with a hum and then a ‘mwah’ as he pulled away.

His arms tucked you into his chest, like a safe cage was J around you as he shielded you from the room, as did the duvet atop your bodies. “You sleepy thing. Get some sleep, hm? Daddy’s got’cha.” J’s voice rumbled in his chest on the way out and you pressed clumsy, sleepy kisses to the bare skin, truly smiling as you did so.

“I love you, J. My J.”

“Mm-hm,” another kiss bestowed upon your head, “and you’re my hyena. Sleep, Lilith.” His tone was firm, his words clear, and as you burrowed down did J squeeze his arms around you, telling you that he was there, that he wasn’t leaving you, that he loved you. With his heartbeat in your ear, his arms locked around you and his breaths matching your own, did you finally slip into sleep the way one gets into a bath:

Slowly and then all at once.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

NSFW ALPHABET

MICHAEL “RIZ” ARIZA

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy, I had to do it. Gif credits to: @fromthesixteenthfloor

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Depends of the time. Usually, he helps you to clean all the mess you’ve made, having a shower together after that. Even if he’s tired, he likes to cuddle with you on bed and know how was your day, till he falls asleep between your arms and listening your soft voice.

If you do it out of home, like in a dorm of the clubhouse or at Vicki’s place, he helps you to clean yourself, before going to have two beers and bring them to the room, so he can share them with you. Then, you usually make a bet of which Mayans you’ve traumatized because of your loud moans, screaming out his name.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Of him, his chest. He actually loves his chest ‘cause it’s at the height of your face and you’re constantly kissing it and rubbing your cheeks on it, without caring about where you are, nor who is looking at you. He loves all those unexpected and sweet kisses you give him.

His favourite part of you it’s your hair. He loves the smell of it, how smooth it is, and also because he can grab it between his fingers when you’re fucking. Riz also has a rule for it. You can’t cut it more than his fist can be tangled on it. (He cried that time you cut it over your shoulders, for almost one week).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Inside. Always inside you. He’s obsessed with the warm feeling of your legs around his waist, pounding you till he cums. The view of it, getting spilling out between your thighs is his favourite thing in the world.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Riz loves watching you kicking the shit out of Vicki’s girls when they try something with him, putting them on their place as the savage and jealous Old Lady you are, whenever someone looks at him for more than five seconds. You trust him blindly, but not them. Then, he likes to tease you about it making you lose your mind, till you ride him to make sure he’s satisfied with you. Even if you well know he is.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what to do in every moment. Riz has the experience of his years, but seems like he continues learning, because he has never had to worry about the pleasure of a girl, until he met you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Doggy style. He’s less romantic that people thinks. He likes to bite your neck, your nape and your shoulders, touring your back with his tongue and filling every inch of your skin with bruises. But when you’re about to cum, he needs to be on top of you face-to-face, looking how you bite your lips keeping your gaze on his.

Plus, he also likes when you ride him, dragging your nails on his chest, while your hips are dancing over his hard cock.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s not a clown, he’s the whole circus. He likes to make some jokes about the looks on your face, making you laugh and interrupting the ride with a “good god, mi amor, I can’t focus please turn around”.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t have much time for things like that and he also don’t care at all. But he usually keeps it a little short just for comfort, even if he has asked you thousand times how you like it like “hey, baby, it’s too long or it’s too short”. You can’t help but fuck him every time he does it, starting to think that he does it on purpose.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Depends of the moment. He usually goes hard on it, filling you with bites and some slaps on your ass, ‘cause Riz says he’s like a hungry wolf and you’re his favourite piece of meat. Does it count as romantic? No? Well, he is after being one or two weeks out of home. He becomes the most romantic man on earth, wanting to let you know how much he loves you and how much he missed you, covering every inch of your skin with lovely kisses as he makes you love.

J = Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s not comfortable jacking himself off. He used to, but not now. He likes your body under his, your lips taking away his breath and every touch that gives him pleasant chills. But if he feels needy when he’s out of Santo Padre, he fucks off the crew to facetime with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Riz favourite thing is watching you walking in slow-motion, in front of everyone and playing the innocent till you lean to his ear, just to beg him to fuck you. Probably you’re gonna have to stop doing it when he passes his 60s, or you’re gonna provoke him a heart-attack. He’s a God’s blessing. So keep safe your man, lady, please.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Wherever. He doesn’t care. Riz is always ready to please you at bed, in a bathroom, in your car… Even on top of his bike.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He doesn't need motivation. Is he breathing? Then he’s ready for you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never do anything that could hurt you, bother you or make you feel angry. Under any concept. He wants to make you feel loved and desired at all cost, so that’s not an option.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Let’s be realistic, Riz goes crazy every time you make his hard cock disappear between your warm and wet lips, pressing his skin with your tongue till his hand pushes it to your throat. But he’s most the kind who prefers to eat you out. He likes how you taste, the way you have of squirm under his hands, begging for more and more. Thursday is your favourite day of the week, ‘cause he usually wakes you up with his lips sucking gently your clit. It’s a blessing.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s mostly rough. He has too much desire contained because of you, that he can’t help but pounding you hard with his fingers tangled on your hair, pulling it back to him. Except when he’s back home from a travel, then Riz takes his time enjoying every part of your body. Especially marking your neck with a bruise collar.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Yes, he loves it. He’s always desperate to feel you, no matter if it’s a pre-game or playing the whole match. He’s on it whenever you want it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s a little classic, and that’s not a weakness. But if you want to experiment with a position, he would do whatever to please you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Usually Riz is in the good mood to do it two times per day. One fast, rough, full of pleasure at any moment of the day. And one by night kinda slow, taking his time to enjoy every moan and every gasp you do, on your bed.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No. Absolutely not. He’s the kind who thinks he’s good enough to please you with his fingers, his tongue ad his cock. Use toys is like setting on fire his ego, making him feel insecure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot. Like a lot. When you take him away, feeling angry because one of Vicki’s girl bothered you talking about him, he loves to tease you. So you ride him rough.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Bishop told you once he used to be so fucking loud, till he met you. That night, you asked him at home, thinking that maybe you didn’t please him as other women did. Then he said that every sound he makes, owns you. That’s why he likes to whisper it on your ears or against your lips.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When he makes you feel angry about anything, that night Riz prepares you dinner and does with you a Disney marathon drinking Möet. You’re like a child with refined tastes.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Did you see him? He’s a fucking heaven’s gift. I don't need any more words, ladyship.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Again. Is he breathing? He’s in. Riz is your fan number one.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually falls asleep first, once he’s sure that you’re okay and you don’t need anything else. You hold him between your arms, as he sinks his face on your neck letting himself go listening your voice or your breath.

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Shadow and Bone

This will contain spoilers (duh) some names being forgotten and its going to get long and some context less chaos

I hope i got the image ids right

Episode one (23rd April)

- ahh so the Fold= Dark Island form VoDT but with less summoning of monsters?

ID: Ben Barnes holding onto the wheel of a boat

- Many smol beans

Brief interlude with Nausicaa Valley of the Wind

Episode 1 cont. up to midway episode 7 (24th)

- magical brown trouser time my good sir

- buddies!!

- they’re not going to leave Alina alone to her existential crisis are they?

That tent looks like a circus tent to me and I have no idea why

- hmm hello completely innocent fallen branch

me: turns to sis and asks if we can we take brief intermission for this headbanger (which we did)

Turns out our brief intermission for the song was useless because after pressing play again it started buffering

we were talking about it and Dad misheard it as shaggy bone

Imagine the darkling but in pastels and black lace

- how the flipping heck can you fake bleeding light

- do you want to get lost Alina?

On Ben Barnes beard: 50% hot damn and 50% fight me (the way he tilts his head in this makes us want to hit him in the jugular)

Episode 3

- ooh look at the stag

- i love the bathroom

- damn Nina

- I wish Alina had time to get some magic tips but oh well

- replays Ben Barnes saying Moya Tsarieta twice

- how?! (Look I told you there was going to be bits where the context is tricky to pin point)

- i love the goat

- oh Jesper

- blue and gold is a great colour combination

- about the dinner scene: if this were me it would be the very rare time I stand up for myself

+ I want to add a small thing about the food taster... one is dream job/ i like him/ and imagine a taster eating something and it goes down the wrong way

- yes Jesper hug the goat- and

ID: a man with his thumb up gif from The Hunger Games; with him saying “nice shooting sweetheart” but I couldn’t find a gif of him saying it

- true north? I am never going to be free of bellarke am I?

- oh that hurts

Episode 4

- “our saint has arrived to late” 🤧

- ohh the stag is so pretty

- horses!!!

- time for a heist- i love this goat

- aww wishing fountain bonding

- the darking is growing on me

- i love Mikhail and Dubrov

- I love what we get to see of Nadia and Marie and Kaz and Inej and Jesper and basically everyone

- i love a heist (this isnwhat the hobbit should of been but you know with more dragons

- Mal is baby

- poor Nina

- ah ha a vicious cycle against the Grisha and Fjerdan

- I thought Arkens reaction was a bit odd

- oh Alina sweet heart- flashback time

- the map room is a aesthetic- using Aleksanders own words against him

That shot of the two of them is great

- poor Alina

- yas queen

- oh the stag!

- oh the machine gun; Mal poor buddy and of course flashback time

- i knew she was going to get the scar removed

Episode 5

- poor Mal

- Nadia is me

- Genya is amazing

- hi David and great minds think alike Alina (i had the same expression on my face when they were flirting)

- oh the creepy masks had a purpose

- “you’re not Ivan” you don’t say

- aand height difference... this first kiss is kind of weird to me

- oh Jesper you flirt

- I’m sorry firey people you’re going to be outshined

- Inej is so beautiful

- Dima?!?!

ID: two people from a scene in the Anastasia Musical the song My Petersburg

- what is the librarians dudes problem?

- Genya you badass... poor Marie (does Alina learn about this?? It would probably be forgotten just like her causing the death of her fellow mapmakers)

- I love the costumes

- Tofin (Idk his name) we don’t know you sorry you’re dead

- oh the kissing

ID: a gif showing two people kissing

- and him giving her the flowers is kind of cute but where did they come from?

- *pinched nose* I hate cryptic messages Baghra... holy shit... i mean I kinda knew he was immortal but still holy shit

- oh Kaz... Inej! Collect your bloody knives

- *snorting* The crows being sent to kidnap Alina and Jesper just watching her climb into the getaway carriage will always be hysterical (i personally would be laughing and thats why anything involving stealth is off the cards for me)

Episode 6

- rest in pieces Arken

- Alina broke Inej

- I love Ivan (remember the thing i said about forgetting names/ getting them mixed up? This is it.. I love Feydor a lot more than Ivan but they are both so cute together)

- my heart will go on starts playing?

- i like that horse statue in the background

- i love the beach... look at those waves... the wet look is great

- you done mess up Alina but also cool

- Mal is burly squid

- “burly squid” wheezing nosies

- now hug

- Kaz I love the cane

- “I see you now” aww

- I knew they were going to snuggle... those cute laughs

- the alarm clock though... i knew Inej should have taken the knife... i love Jesper... poor Inej... clever boy Kaz

- does it hurt? Mal? Does it hurt?

I have a habit at picking at things that hurt and well fictional characters aren’t safe from me wanting to poke something painful

- ride OR die bitches

- aand more height differences... getting very close there guys... Matthias please don’t let her fall.... they are kind of cute

- David through a book... 😂 they carriage jacked the Darkling

- David raising his hand is me... but damn it

- Alina is amazing... please remember you’re wearing the ring... Mal is best boy

- “adorable” snorting noises

Episode 7

- horsey!!!

- ahh the return of the VoDT hair (see first gif)

- Luda is familiar...

- yikes

- poor Aleksander being turned into a pincushion is not a great time

- poor Luda

- holy shit

- rock and hard place

- fuck off Baghra

- he wanted to help 😔

- ah so its like the hollow from Charmed

Image ID: gif from the og Charmed with text saying “ohhh she’s a demon!”

- this shot is beautiful... ah so I guess this could have been what happened if Caspian resurrected the White Witch... i guess

- hi stag.... oh okay 😔 poor Stag poor Mal

Flashbacks to Cinderella and Snow White (the one with Krisien Sterwart) natually it follows along with Snow White

- *squishie noises* poor Jesper... we love you Jesper but please stop talking to Inej just in case she sews her finger to the wound

- i love the crows and i love the chat about the crows

Buffers

The next day (25th) episode continued

- David looks so sad

- personally I would downsize the fold just as reminder of it

- that looks like that hurt

- I love Milo and Jesper 💖

- don’t look at it Alina... Genya is right that colour is horrible... tell her off Alina... poor Genya

- I think Jesper had fun playing a guard

- I knew the Darkling read the letters

Sister: why does he look like Tom Ellis right now?

- oh Mal

- blow dart... lol Kaz

- Milo!?! Oh the bullet you clever boy Mal

- i like the tent... he’s not wrong... we want to play with that dangly bit... oh the angst

- I thought you looked older (idk context)

- I love the outfit but couldn’t the necklace be anywhere else?

- “no mourners no funerals”

- I love the music

Episode 8

- I don’t trust that opening

- me too Crows, me to... how could you not know who Milo is

- I love Nina and Matthias so much... they are so pretty... I am not a fan of taxidermy... oh his name is Feydor sorry we kept getting you mixed up

- God damnit Kirigan.. a not so sneaky Mal... the honorary Crow... pick a side already darkling... Sun Queen?... did anybody notice her being tied down?... Good Mal and good Inej

- Jesper is amazing... so much death... bad bitch Zoya... I love Inej kissing the knife and nailing the Darkling with it... head shot... hello buddy??... this music though... badass Alina... fucking Ivan... holy shit and of course music is amazing

+ brave Kaz

- Inej and Alina bonding time... hugs? No hugs ☹️

- he offered her his hand 😞... Inej wants to hug... finally some hugs... Zoya has grown on me... i love Kanej (is that the ship name)

- Matthias oh no buddy... hill house flashbacks

- i love Jesper so much... Nina going “someone say heartrender??”

Image ID: someone turning around and raising eyebrows at camera

- Kaz saying “she’s a saint” made my heart happy

- I doubt the Darkling is dead...... i was right

- well shit/ coolness of making shadow monsters follow you (please let there be a flashback for this)

Bonus

+ imagine of Matthias and Nina decide to sleep rather than get food and were caught cuddling by the Grisha... I thought of this as I was getting into bed that night and i got up ran to my sister told her my thought she found the idea funny then went back to bed

+ people who own trains are evil?? Looks at snowpiercer

Bonus: the soundtrack is on spotify and itunes

Image id: someone bobbing along with headphones on

[ilovefanfic86]

Supernatural S15E20 “Carry On” Series Finale

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD

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Warning!!! I am going to be very emotional in this post. I kinda still am. There will also be plenty side noes. 

I knew they would play that version. (Grabs tissues)

They were babies. 

Bobby will always be the dad the boys desrved.

Sam was so damn buff in “Lazurus Rising”.

I like how we get to the old characters/actors.

It feels like they wanted to make us cry before the actual episode.

Here we go...

 *Deep breaths*

Lol!! “Ordinary Life”

Dean kept Miracle!

THANK YOU JARED!!!

I’m Sam making the bed.

I loved this montage of Sam and Dean living a free life.

The title card for the last time.

Pie Fest!! 

Finally Someone brought up Castiel.

*Side Note*

 What Dean said makes sense. Them honoring Cas’s sacrifice by being happy and free is what the should do, but fuck that.

What is this purge shit?!

They are SINGER AND KRIPKE!

Haven’t seen John’s journal in forever. Its beautiful to see that they still have to use it.

Evil mimes = Vamp mimes Thank you Dean.

Well its clear that Jack brought back everyone. Good cause I was worried about Garth.

I don’t trust this plan.

Dean and his ninja stars are too funny.

Yea, clearly a trap.

*Side Note 2*

I am feeling a little let down with the “MOTW” storyline. It’s not what I was expecting. Hopefully this goes somewhere.

Damn! Sam got his ass scooped up.

Wait... What? Jenny? I barely remember her.

Oh... Well bye Jenny.

DAMN IT DEAN!!!!!!!!!!!

I FUCKING HATE THIS SHOW!!!!!

Dean telling Sam that he is proud of him.

STOP!!

I am truly speechless right now. Dean is really dead.

Poor Sam. He had a hunter’s funeral with just the dog.

My heart is really broken right now.

Thank you Donna.

*Side Note 3*

I noticed that the call is from Texas. Like “Walker: Texas Ranger” Lol!!

I am having anxiety watching Sam leaving the bunker. 

The Table...

*Side Note 3*

How did Dean fight the universe’s ultimate badasses and was taken out by a FUCKING NAIL!!?!?!?!?! 

Dean and Cas deserved better.

Dean is in heaven. 

BOBBY!!!

Wait... What did Jack do?

So, no more reliving life’s greatest hits?

Rufus is with Aretha Franklin and John and Mary live up the road.

Harvelle’s Roadhouse.

CAS HELPED JACK MAKE HEAVEN FOR DEAN!! SO CAS IS IN HEAVEN?!?!?!?

Except... WHERE THE FUCK IS CAS?!?!?!?

There’s Baby! With the original license plate.

Sam had a baby and named him Dean!

I can’t see the woman on the porch? Is that Eileen?

Little Dean has the possession tatt.

OH GOD SAM IS ABOUT TO DIE!

An acoustic version of “Carry On...” Who said that this was okay?!!!!

Is he going to meet Dean on the bridge?!!

“Heya Sammy.” 

After watching the episode a few more times and reading the lastest gossip about the finale. I do have some opinions on the matter. Some of you may agree and some may not. These are my opinions and thoughts. 

Given all that has happened this year I am grateful that they filmed anything. They risked their health and the health of their familes, to get us the finale. I appreciate that. However, there is clearly somethings that were amiss. 

First, Dean. (a.)At first I was just completely hurt about his death. I was so mad that he was killed by rebar because of a lame ass vampire. I get the angle that they were going for with it. Now that Chuck isn’t writing their lives anymore, they don’t have plot armour anymore. Basic shit can hurt them now. Just like when the didn’t have any “luck”, regular people shit happened to them. So, if you fight in a barn around random ass rebar sticking out, you’re bound to get hurt. 

(b.)Social Media. I get on Twitter and Supernatural is trending. But, not because of high praise. No. It was because a lot of the fandom felt cheated by the finale. Which is how i felt at the time.Then that Jensen did not like the ending. That he thought that the ending was going to be different than what we got. Granted that they couldn’t go full out because of the virus. If I am correct, Jensen said that they would go out “Butch and the Sundance Kid” style. Plus they edited so much of the episode “Despair” that him and Misha felt that the charaters were cheated. Also Jo (Alona Tol) and Ellen (Samatha Ferris) Harvelle were not asked back. Which I thought was strange. 

(c.) What happened to all of Dean’s earthly possessions?

Seceond, Sam. (a.)Sam’s life. I am glad that Sam got to live a long life and have the family that he always wanted. I know that because of the pandemic we couldn’t shoot everyone together. That being said, Did Sam marry Eileen? We don’t see or hear from her. The only glimpse of his wife is on the porch and its so far away we can’t tell who it is. Also in Sam’s montage, we see a lot of pictures inside his house. But not one of his wife. It just seems rushed is all. 

(b.)Sam’s aging. I am not okay with the wig that they had Jared wear. It looked like a Party City wig. Again, rushed production. But, I do forgive them for a shirtless Sam/Jared. THANK YOU!

(c.)Sam’s heaven. This may go into the plotholes area. When Sam goes to heaven will he see Jess again? Jess was the love of his life and he said that he still thinks about her.

Third, Castiel. (a.) Misha Collins did a amazing job as Castiel. His performance in “Despair” really broke me. That being said, Cas deserved better than the show gave him. A few mentions in the last episode. But no one is really talking about the fact that Cas confessed his love for Dean and it was completely ignored. We just know that Jack got Cas out the Empty and they both made a new heaven for Dean. Does Cas and Dean ever see eah other?

(b.)Destiel/CasDean. DESTIEL BECAME CANON! This was a huge thing for the SPN fandom. People who have never watched the show were interested by this. This made 2020 a little more enjoyable. Now, I know that there are some that are against Destiel. That is your right and opinion. However, it is now plain to see that Cas has always had the feelings toward Dean. And they are not on a platonic level. There has been years of evidence to this. Sam and Cas’s relationship is not the same as his and Dean’s. Naomi programmed Cas to kil Dean but couldn’t once the time came. From angel to demon, Devil and God has all said at one point or another that Castiel was in love wth Dean.. Whenever Cas died on the show, Dean spirals out of control. He always tries to find something else to get his mind off the fact that Cas is gone. Does Dean feel the same for Cas? I’m not sure, but I lean more to that he does. I have always believed that Dean was Bisexual. He’s been seen checking out men on the show. I just wsh that they would at least acknowledged it. 

Fourth, Plotholes.(a) There are so many plotholes after the finale that I need answers to. I have too many to put on here. I will put those in a different post. 

For what the finale was, I liked it. It did fall a little flat, but if I just focus on the fact that they both got the ending they deserved.

 2 brothers, hunters, Archangels vessels, Men of Letters, Legacies, Knight of Hell, Boy!King, ‘Messengers of God’s Destruction’, Dads, Heros. Thank you.

Sam and Dean Winchester... There is peace, now you’re done.

(not my gifs)

[gvnchvcks]

A few days or maybe a week into being hired is when Fiona finds out most of the crew live in the penthouse with Geoff, at which point she immediately demands a sleepover. Nails will be painted, hair will be braided, boys will be talked about, nobody is safe

YES, SO MUCH YES, I LOVE THIS OKAY SO-

Fiona gets this idea because she wants to know more about the crew as a whole and she wants to hang with her newfound family, and what better way to get to know someone than when it's 4 am and you're all tired as hell telling secrets or something?? So she calls Geoff up and is like, "Hey dad can I have a sleepover?" (Yes she actually says that, you cant convince me otherwise) and Geoff is like ?? What? And so she explains her plan to him and he's automatically on board. They have no jobs coming up for at least a month, why not let loose? So she makes a huge group chat for the entire crew to let them know, and also she's like, wait why dont you guys have a group chat already wth

So now everyone is ready and hyped!! She shows up at the penthouse super early that morning to help Jack and Ryan prepare for having 11 people in it for one whole night. (We all know Gav isn't finna help, Geoff is asleep, and Michael and Jeremy are helping as well, but mostly with cleaning up a bit and finding entertainment) By 2 in the afternoon, things look great!! The furniture in the living room has been moved around a bit so there's enough room in the middle, where a bunch of pillows and blankets are likely gonna be placed. There's a Switch and an X-Box by the tv, ready to be played. Board and card games like Twister, Uno, and Monopoly are set to the side, ready to cause trouble. Snacks are spread throughout the room, unopened sodas, beer, candy, and chip bags. It all looks great, and Fiona is so excited!! The first one to arrive is Matt, Switch and two boxes of donuts in hand. Then, the Twins, Trevor and Alfredo. Wearing matching adult sized onesies they picked up along the way! And finally, Lindsay. She's a bit latez but nobody questions it because it's well. It's Lindsay.

Everyone is finally here!! The livingroom and kitchen are full of people chatting and playing games. (Lets say they're playing Animal Crossing bc I'm obsessed lol) and Geoff is even out of bed now too. Everyone went all out on this, and Fiona couldn't be happier. All wearing pajamas and sitting on the floor or laying on the couches and chairs, like the children they all are on the inside. Eating candy, even making a bit of a mess, but they'll just clean it up later. It's around 10 pm when Lindsay calls for everyone's attention from her spot on the floor.

"So, as you all know, I was a bit late today. BUT do you know why that is?"

A few wrong answers later, she digs into a backpack she brought with her and out comes a slew of makeup, brand new, and a ton of face paint and nail polish. Fiona squeals and is like, "You actually brought it, yesss! Who's our first victim?"

Michael and Geoff immediately nope out of there and head to the kitchen, but everyone else seems game. Especially Gavin and Alfredo, who practically jump in front of the two girls, tripping over people along the way. Gavin occasionally wears a bit of makeup or nail polish here or there, so he wants his face painted! His mistake? Asking Lindsay to do it. 30 minutes later, she's done with her masterpiece. Gavin looks in the mirror, expecting to see a mess, but he actually doesn't hate it? A gold drips painted from his forehead that go over his left eye, and a small gold heart under his right eye. He actually looks really cool! Then, he turns around to show the others, and they laugh?? Why are they laughing? He looks pristine! He looks again. Oh. That's not a heart. It's a dick. He let's out one of his signature loud squawks of shock and disappointment, with a "Lindsayyy!!" Thrown in for good measure, and jumps over the others to run to the kitchen sink.

During all of this though, Fiona and Alfredo arent laughing. Fiona is laser focused on making Fredo the hottest person in the room. And she does. She stares at her work, nearly an hour after she started, and is proud. Alfredo is loving it too, making kissy faces at the other crew members, posing and showing off his red nails while Jack takes pictures of him using a Polaroid she bought just for this occasion.

Anyways, that's all done. Nobody else wants to get their faces done, in fear they'll end up like poor ol Gav, so they move on (tho Fredo and Gav do keep their looks, Gav is just missing the "heart") Things calm down again for a bit, and everyone is telling stories. Fiona is in the middle of talking about what her life in France was like before moving to Los Santos, when she realizes she's been subconsciously braiding Matt's hair while he sits in front of her on the floor. She stops and is joking like, "aw dude wtf I've been touching Matt's hair" and then Matt is like, "Yeah but this is actually not a bad look if I'm being honest" and the others agree with him! Michael says it makes him look a bit less like an animal (I swear I love Matt lmao but you know they'd bully him during this, nobody is safe) and then Trevor is like, "you should do Ryan's next!! He has long hair too!!"

Ryan is against it at first but eventually is forced to take Matt's spot on the floor, and by the time Fiona's story is done, so is Ryan's new look, and lemme tell ya. That boy can ROCK a braid. Everyone is like, "Daaaamn, Ry, look at you GO" and "Of course he looks better than Matt, the dude was a model" and this actually makes Ryan kinda happy!! He likes his friends giving him validation, sorry I don't make the rules.

The night continues as normal. More stories are told, and they slowly start to get deeper as it gets later. Stories of their past lives, their first kills and first crimes, and romance too. They talk about their worst and best past relationships, what they're looking for in a partner, things like that.

(This is about to get a bit shippy, so I'm sorry if you dislike any of these ships, they're just the ones I personally like and wanted to write about, with my own headcanons for each character and their sexualities. If anybody is interested in me talking about my personal HC's for that, send in an ask tho cause this is already kinda long lol)

At one point, Trevor actually draws attention to himself. Things are quiet and more chill now. Everyone is being supportive, so this is good as time as any-

"Uh, actually, I kinda wanna tell you guys something since we're on the topic. I'm..bisexual."

Everyone is silent for a second, and he actually starts to get nervous, then Lindsay pipes up with

"Dude, hell yeah, bi gang! Love wins, what's up!"

Everyone smiles and laughs, and Fiona highfives Lindsay. Geoff is the next to speak up, "That's great news, Trevor. When did this realization hit you, bud? I've known you for a while now, I had no idea."

"Oh, it was actually maybe..a few months ago? A year maybe? Yeah. About half a year ago I'd say."

Michael chimes in next,

"Wait, isn't that also when you found Fredo and introduced him to Geoff?"

A few oooooh's ring out and Trevor tries to hide his face by looking down and chuckling.

"Uh, yeah. It is.. Anyways! What about you guys? Jeremy, what's your type?" He looks to the shorter male who's lounging on a beanbag near the tv, trying to divert everyone's attention from himself. Jeremy thinks for a second and takes a sip of his beer.

"Hm. Not sure. I like tough people who have a soft side usually, just like me.."

As he names off a few other things he finds attractive, Jack shoots a knowing look over to Ryan. Ryan's had a thing for Jeremy for a while now, and only she knows about it. When you're the crew mom, your kids tell ya everything.

This continues for a while longer with more almost-confessions, before people eventually start slowly passing out. (After a few games of Uno of course. The Monopoly stayed untouched, and they started a game of Twister but were to drunk to stay still and kept toppling onto each other painfully.)

This is a bit longer than I intended and I left out a LOT I wanted to put in but I don't wanna make these too long aishsijsjs I'm not good at writing lol I'm sorry, but I hope you like this!! I could elaborate on other aspects of anyone is curious, I'll be accepting these asks all day so keep em coming 💚💚💚

[heronwritingx]

chapter 2

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I did not expect so many people to like this little heathney fic, I've read some of the tags from people who reblogged and omg thank you!!! here is chapter 2, I hope you all like it!! 

Heather and Courtney sat across from one another in a small café booth, they didn’t want to be seen together at school to discuss the upcoming downfall of their newest rival – Noah. His rise in popularity as the student council president was only increasing and the two were getting left in the dust. Heather sat on her phone while Courtney ordered them both a coffee, it was Courtney’s idea to meet and Heather refused to go unless Courtney paid. She wasn’t going to have any of her time wasted.

“Let me cut right to the chase,” Courtney said, crossing one leg over the other and folding her arms, “as it is right now, we can’t beat Noah.”

“I’m aware.” Heather retorted.

“But, if we put our votes together though, we’re beating Noah.” Courtney continued.

“So, what you’re saying is…” Heather’s eyes widened, was Courtney really about to suggest what she thought?

“We need to work together to beat Noah. As president and vice president.” Courtney told her.

Heather was interested, she was curious to see what Courtney was thinking. She leaned closer and rested her chin to her hand and her elbow on the table. She raised her eyebrows in curiosity and prompted Courtney to continue speaking.

“Noah’s popular with the…quieter demographic of our school—”

“Losers.” Heather interjected, “Noah’s popular with losers because they think they have a voice through him.”

“I won’t call them that,” Courtney rolled her eyes, “But yes, he’s giving them a voice and there’s so many of them. We don’t stand a chance If we don’t work together.”

“So then, if we do this, if we work together,” Heather leaned back once more and narrowed her eyes, “How do we decide just who gets to be president?”

Courtney only smiled and pulled out a pack of cards, placing the packet down on the table. She was prepared and not only that, she was ready to win. Heather wouldn’t deny it, Courtney wanted president more than she did. She just wasn’t willing to hand it over so easily. Heather pursed her lips and waited for Courtney to say something, just what was the girl’s plan?

“We’ll play a game - Memory. The winner gets to be president.” Courtney said.

“How do I know you won’t cheat?” Heather questioned.

“We’ll have the waitress place the cards down so that neither of us can cheat.” Courtney responded, a smile still on her lips, “the card pack is unopened, I haven’t tampered with it. You can even check it.”

Heather picked up the packet and observed it for a moment, she was right. The packet was sealed. Courtney was usually a fair player, so Heather didn’t have a reason to not trust her. Heather just wasn’t trustworthy.

“Fine, we’ll play a game on Memory.” Heather rolled her eyes.

Courtney grinned excitedly and Heather’s eyes widened, it was…almost cute. She shook her head to get focused and push that thought as far away as possible. Courtney waved the waitress over and she placed the card out face down for them to play. Heather wasn’t exactly ecstatic that they were playing a card game in the middle of a café, but she did like the idea of beating Courtney at one more thing. Courtney however had a determined look in her eye like no other. She wanted to win. She wanted to be president. She wasn’t going to let Heather take that away from her.

Courtney went first – she flipped over one card, an Eight of Hearts. She then flipped her second card, an Ace of Spades. Heather smirked a little as the girl huffed and flipped them back over, while Heather began her turn. She flipped the Eight of Diamonds and very quickly found the Eight of Hearts. It was the first round and she was already in the lead.

“Hm, easy.” Heather flashed a smirk.

“Just take your second go.” Courtney retorted through gritted teeth.

Heather did so, this time finding the King of Clubs and a Seven of Diamonds. Courtney began her turn, finding the Queen of Hearts and the Four of Hearts. The turns continued, one finding a pair and getting a streak, before losing and handing that streak over to the opposition.

Heather was surprised at how intense the game got all of a sudden. She had eleven pairs to her name and Courtney was behind by one – with ten cards left on the table. Heather leaned close as she lifted her next card up with just her nails, flipping it to reveal the King of Diamonds. Heather hesitated for a moment before picking a card and flipping it over – the Jack of Spades.

Courtney almost lunged forward, she had a competitive drive Heather had never seen before. She looked determined but every time it was Heathers’ go, she was all of a sudden very nervous. Heather knew Courtney wanted to be president but the effort she was exerting just to win a silly card game was ridiculous. Courtney flipped her two cards over and grabbed a match, the Ace of Diamonds and the Ace of Hearts, evening the playing field. Courtney then took her second go, finding another match and for the first time, taking the lead in the game. Heather’s eyes widened as Courtney almost bounced off her seat with joy, yet she fell back in disheartenment when she didn’t complete the next match. There were only three pairs left now – someone had to win.

“Before I take my next turn,” Heather said, lifting her coffee to her lips and taking a sip, “Why do you want to be president so badly?”

Courtney lifted her head and her eyes met Heather’s, the Asian girl noticing that Courtney’s eyes for the very first time. They were big and a dark brown, but there were these flecks of light brown that the sun hit in that very moment that made them look as if they were sparkling.

“College.” Courtney answered simply, tapping her foot impatiently.

“It can’t just be college, Court, don’t bullshit me. Noah wants it for college, you, you want it for more than that.” Heather snapped, holding a card hostage in her hand.

Courtney frowned but obliged, Heather wasn’t going to continue until she got the answer she was after. Heather had determined eyes and she was more competitive than anyone Courtney had ever met; she wasn’t going to give in until she got the answer she wanted.

“My brother and sister were both student council president and so were my parents. If I’m not, then I’m a disappointment.” Courtney told her, her voice softening for a moment.

Heather’s eyes widened, she didn’t know if Courtney was faking the story to get her way or if she was speaking the genuine truth, but something panged at Heather’s heart that usually wouldn’t. It was something she’d noticed; it was something that only Courtney did to her. She flipped the card she had in her hand and placed it down, revealing it to Courtney.

“The Queen of Diamonds.” Heather said.

Courtney had flipped the Queen of Hearts more than once earlier in the game – she knew where it was, and her eyes were even telling Heather that. The truth was, Heather knew where it was too. Her fingers glided over the card and she pursed her lips, before lifting the card beside it.

“Damn, the Three of Spades.” Heather sighed, returning the cards to their upside-down position.

Courtney hesitated for a moment. Did…Heather just lose on purpose? Courtney flipped the Queen of Diamonds back over and took a deep breath, Heather’s eyes following her fingers as she gently touched the card that would seal this game.  

She had won, fourteen to eleven. She jumped onto her toes and clapped her hands, she won! She won! She actually won! Courtney was running for president!

“I won! I won!” Courtney cheered, grabbing the attention of the other customers in the café, “I actually won!”

“Jeez, sit down, you’re so embarrassing…” Heather muttered, glancing away as her cheeks flushed a little red.

It was…cute. It was really cute how excited she was, and Heather hated that she thought it was cute. She couldn’t even look at Courtney without that pang in her heart making its way to the forefront of her mind.

“So, it’s settled, I’ll be running for president against Noah.” Courtney said triumphantly, sitting back down and folding her arms.

She was unable to hide her smile– she was thrilled to have won. Heather was almost beginning to regret letting her win though.

“So then, what’s your grand plan?” Heather questioned.

“First, we need to get our campaign ready. Posters, badges, the whole thing! That’s what we’re doing this weekend. On Monday, we’ll announce we’re running together.” Courtney told her, “It’ll be worth it just to the look on Noah’s face. He’s convinced we’re going to tear each other down and he’s going to win that way. He won’t see this coming!”

Heather nodded along until she realised what Courtney meant. She had to spend her weekend alone with Courtney making posters. She had to be paid money to even do that! Courtney just expected her to rock up and make posters for a whole weekend? Heather had a life!

“Seriously? You’re going to make me spend my whole weekend stuck with you?” Heather snapped, crossing her arms.

“If we don’t start with a bang, we’ll never beat Noah.” Courtney retorted, “I don’t want to spend the time with you either, you know.”

“Fine, fine,” Heather muttered, a sigh slipping through her lips.

Courtney couldn’t stop smiling though and Heather forced the grimace to stay on her face. She then held out her hand, her eyes staring directly into Courtney’s.

“Give me your phone.” Heather said in a demanding tone.

“What?” Courtney asked.

“Give me your phone so we can exchange numbers, obviously.” Heather scoffed.

This time Courtney obliged but not without dropping a snarky demand about Heather being unable to send her harsh messages whenever she felt like it. Heather sighed and entered her number into the girl’s phone, before Courtney added herself to Heather’s phone.

“Then that’s it?” Heather asked.

“That’s it,” Courtney nodded, “Come over to my house at ten am on Saturday. I’ll text you the address.”

Heather just agreed and let out an annoyed sigh, she could not even begin to imagine just what would happen that weekend.

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Some thoughts and a quasi fix-it on the Finale (SPOILERS)

I want to preface this by saying that I like the finale, if you didn’t, I completely get that, and if you just want to say nasty things, you can move on to the next post =)

I’ll try to keep my thoughts coherent, but no promises. Obviously, a lot of things had to change with this final episode of COVID-19, and I’ll try to address how I think they could’ve worked around it without changing the essence of this episode, which again, I’ll reiterate, I liked.

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?

As the episode opens, we see the boys living a “normal” life. They don’t have to worry about cosmic entities anymore, they can just do what they do best. I honestly loved this, the boys just being domestic: cooking breakfast, doing research, doing laundry, all of it. My one complaint about this opening montage is there is no clear passage of time. How long has it been since Chuck was rendered powerless? A day? A week? A few months? A year? In my opinion, it’s been maybe a couple of weeks, but I feel like the writers were trying to imply that it’s been a couple of months and it was just unclear. For me, that would have solved one of my few issues with the episode. So let's change it up a little =)

We open similarly, but in the background, we can see the date it is actually five years (or whatever amount) later. The boys are getting ready for their respective days, Dean is living in an apartment over a bar, and we watch as Sam returns from his run and enters a small house. Dean doesn’t just live above the bar, he owns it, finally having some normalcy in his life, this is what wants. He proudly displays pictures of Sam, Bobby, Mary and John, his own way of keeping them close.Sam walks into the kitchen and sees a note on the refrigerator.

“Gone to get supplies, see you tonight, Love, E.”

Sam smiles at the note as he twirls the silver band on his finger, taking in the black and white sonogram displayed prominently next to the note. We follow Sam through the house, and we see photos of his and Eileen’s wedding, and pictures of their families. His kids will never have questions about their pasts, about their families, Sam and Eileen are intent on that.

Dean opens his bar, it’s a steady crowd, flirts with some of the women, but isn’t really pursuing anything, he’s closed himself off to the idea of a wife and kids. He’s got a nephew that’ll be here in a few months anyway, and he’s already told Sam how he plans to spoil that kid rotten. We cut between Sam and Dean, watching them go through their day, Dean working at the bar, Sam with papers splayed in front of him, implying he’s gone back to school. They’re both content, finally getting what they’ve always truly wanted. They still hunt, that much is apparent as we see them at one point cleaning their weapons or doing research.

As Dean closes up the bar he sends Sam a message.

“You ready for tomorrow?”

Sam rolls his eyes playfully, “are you sure its the best idea?”

“Hell, yes. I was born ready, it’s my destiny. Tomorrow 8 am.”

This would be, maybe a 5 to 7 minute opening scene? Then we get the title card. The rest of the episode plays the same from here. Sam and Dean go on a mini-vacation, which turns into a hunt.

So about Dean’s death. I wouldn’t change a single thing.

Personally, I don’t think there was any other way to end the series. As a bunch of people pointed out, Dean’s been saying some form of “I die bloody” since the beginning of the show. Now, did I want Dean to die? No. Dean deserved to live a full and happy life, but as Michael said, “since when do we get what we deserve?”

I rewatched the episode yesterday, and I SOBBED like a fucking baby throughout Dean’s death scene. I will agree it was a little Wincest-y, but, honestly, is it really that surprising? Sam and Dean have only ever had each other. Dean raised Sam, Dean is Sam's parent in every way that counts. A user pointed out, I’m so sorry if you see this please let me know and I will tag to your post, Dean speech starts more as a father to son type instead of brother to brother.

Sam is in shock when Dean tells him that he’s hurt, immediately going with “I’ll get the first aid kit.” The look on Dean’s face is heart-breaking, and you can see that he has already accepted his fate, he’s known since the second that the rebar (NOT A FUCKING NAIL) went through him that he was not walking away. Sam is going through all the stages of grief in just a few minutes.

Denial – “I’ll get the first aid kit.”

Anger – “No, we are gonna get [the boys] somewhere safe.”

Bargaining – “I’ll find a way, I’ll find another way.”

Depression – “Don’t leave me. I can’t do this alone.”

Acceptance – “It’s okay, Dean. You can go now.”

All the while, Dean is telling Sam how proud of him he is, and that he “loves [Sam] so much.” Now, please correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that this is the first time that Dean has said to Sam that he loves him. I know we’ve heard him say it to other people and it’s definitely been implied, and the closest we got was in sacrifice, “don’t you think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you.”

Dean died in his brother’s arms, which to me, was beautiful. Can you imagine, though, Sam, carrying his brother’s lifeless body back to the Impala, setting him down gingerly in the back seat and driving back to the bunker?

I believe that we were supposed to get a lot of people at Dean’s funeral. Jody, Donna, Charlie, Bobby, Claire, (honestly, probably anyone who could be there.) But with travel restrictions into Vancouver, this had to change. It is not realistic for the writers/producers to ask people to quarantine for 2 weeks to shoot a half-day (if that) of filming. I did see that Samantha Ferris did say she wasn’t spoken to about the possibility of returning. I truly believe Shoshanna was supposed to be in this episode, but, her role was going to be very limited, and as much as I wanted to see her (obviously, from the above section) I firmly believe that she was supposed to be the woman Sam married.

Again let’s fix the second half of the episode:

Sam and Eileen give Dean a hunter’s funeral, and Sam quits the life altogether. He doesn’t want his son to ever lose him to a hunt. Eileen helps Sam through his depression, knowing exactly how it feels to lose your family. We get a similar montage, Sam takes over the bar, takes in Miracle, and keeps the Impala tucked away, for now, it’s too painful to even look at. Sam leaves Dean’s apartment as is for the longest time, afraid to move anything, what if he forgets where to put it back? We can see he’s just going through the motions, that is, until his son is born.

We see Sam cradling a newborn in his arms, Dean had joked from the moment Eileen announced her pregnancy that they should name the baby after him. Sam and Eileen laughed him off at the time, saying the world only ever needed one Dean Winchester. But now, Sam can’t think of any better way to honor his brother, than to name his son Dean.

Dean is in Heaven, greeted by Bobby who tells him all about new Heaven. Jack fixed it, and it is the Heaven that Dean deserves. When Bobby mentions Cas, Dean smirks, and Bobby assures him that Cas is around. Dean spots Baby, and tells Bobby that he's going to take her for a drive. Dean doesn’t know how long he's going to drive, but remembers Bobby’s words, “time works different up here,” and knows that eventually Sam will join him.

Dean watches from afar as Sam lives on, raising his son and daughter (cause honestly Sam would want more than one kid), he keeps them knowledgeable about the life, but they don’t hunt. On Dean Jr.’s eighteenth birthday Sam takes him to get an anti-possession tattoo, but it is more of a symbol to honor his family, Sam teaches Dean about the Impala, and how to take care of her, and he’s a natural mechanic just like his Uncle. Once a year, on the anniversary of his brother’s death, Sam sits in Baby, and feels connected to Dean, telling him much he misses him and how he wishes he was with him.

Dean watches as Sam grows old, and keeps his word, even though Sam didn’t know it, he’s been by his side the whole time. On his deathbed, Sam is surrounded by his children and Eileen (or an Eileen stand-in), who tell him it’s okay to go, and tells them all how much he loves them before letting go.

We cut to Dean, waiting on a bridge, the same one from his and Sam’s first hunt, and he can feel himself becoming whole again.

“Heya Sammy.”