#jackkelsos

[christopherrpike-archive]

sebcade + happiness

“You make me happy,” Sebastian blurts out, and it’s enough to catch Arcade off guard, enough to make him raise his eyebrows as he looks up from his current research–something about agave and mesquite–which the man doubts will be going anywhere sometime soon.

“There’s nothing about research that could possibly make you happy,” Arcade replies, deadpanning.

“Well good thing I said you and not research,” Sebastian starts, barrelling on before Arcade could reply, “but there’s the happiness in discovering something new, maybe something you hadn’t meant to discover in the first place, something–” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Arcade presses his lips to his.

[foofygoldfish]

"you should see the other guy" + a ship of ur choice

Claire was waiting for her when she got back, Carmina by her side. “Mama, You’re in so much -” Her daughter froze, expression changing from relief to worry. “You’re hurt.”

“Eh, it’s just a flesh wound. It looks worse than it is.” She smiled at the pair, glad her sleeve covered the bruises on her arm. “Where’s Faith?”

“You really want her to see you like this?”

“Nope. She -” Alice froze when Carolina’s face dropped again, and Carmina choked back a laugh. “She’s behind me, isn’t she?”

Sheepishly, she turned around. She hadn’t seen Faith this angry in years, not since… Well, before. It was out of worry, she knew that - but it was still a little terrifying. Her wife gave her a quick look-over, and with a sigh, motioned for Alice to follow her.

The walk to their makeshift infirmary was tense. She wanted to go over to the house, to see David and Carolina, but… Well, she was a little stupid when she was out scouting. Little stupid, little impulsive, a little wrathful, as John would have said, all those years ago.

Once inside the little hut, Faith motioned at a bench. “Put your leg up. What the hell happened out there, Alice? You look like you were hit by a truck.”

“You should see the other guy.” Alice gave Faith a sheepish grin, wincing when her wife poured alcohol over the cut on her foot. “We were ambushed. I wanted to see if there was anything left of town, and it… The fuckers have set up a base there. They’re in the house, Faith. Our house. Who knows where else they’ve gone? I can’t let them -”

“Yes, you can, Alice. Carolina and the other scouts - let them go out and look for the Highwaymen. We need you here. I need you.”

With a sigh, Alice leaned over and rested her head on Faith’s shoulder. “I’m here, Faith. I just - we don’t know what’s happening with these guys. It’s my job to -”

“It’s not! It hasn’t been your job in over a decade. You need to be a leader now, not a soldier.” Faith stood up sharply. “Take off your shirt. I need to look at your arm.”

On a different day, she would have made a witty or a suggestive remark. Today… Well, she’s already pushed the limits of Faith’s patience. Carefully, she unbuttoned her flannel, wincing as she struggled to shrug it off.

Her arm was definitely broken - Faith lectured her about being careful as she carefully put it in a splint and helped her into a new shirt.

“I can’t lose you again, love.”

Alice frowned, pulling Faith close. “I’m sorry.”

[nadjadoll]

please shiawna soon as you figure out more i need to know ALL about your fallout oc but whatever the case she and my sole sonja need to hang out

Oh my gosh of course!! I’m still figuring her out and trying to switch to a more Fallout mindset from playing Far Cry for so long but here’s a small info dump for her:

At the moment her name is Molly (that might change)

Her faceclaim is Taissa Farmiga, particularly her with her short hair

Her and Hancock are 🤞 only platonically though

She has the best hacking skills in the Commonwealth

Would live in Nuka World if she could

Absolutely terrible singing voice

That did not stop her from taking over the stage in the Third Rail one night and singing a terrible cover of It’s A Man

She’s from New Vegas but besides knowing that she has no memories of her previous life and is terrified she might be a synth

[space-whalesharks]

date + "i just need you to do this one thing for me."

Date: Origins

As far as John Donovan was concerned, Katherine Flynn was the least mobster-y mobster of all of the Irish bastards who had come to the U.S in the last couple of decades. He always had bigger fish to fry, so he knew very little about the Flynns.  The rough summary was that the Flynns had been a big name mob family on the Emerald Isle until one side of the Grecco family had gotten greedy, come their way and exterminated Liam, the patriarch of the family. His two kids had fled to the States to hide behind the Burke’s because things were about as amicable between mobsters as you could get, and Thomas Burke had owed Liam about twenty favors.

Big brother Ciaran had seemed to be the one who wanted to start trouble. He worked for Burke when Katherine had run damage control more than anything. She made sure everyone played by the rules in their dealings.

Of course, she still played mob princess. The first time he had seen her officially in person was by chance. They had gone to the same bar for a drink. He was tailing one of Marcano’s goons for information about a case when said goon had gone over to Katherine, laid the flirting on thick and then grabbed her ass, and within seconds the guy had a knife embedded straight through his hand.

A little much, but the girl had style, he’d give her that.

Then months later, she found him. She wanted information about the Greccos. He had played dumb and asked why she assumed he would know and then she took the rug out from under him and informed him that she had been onto him the whole time he was onto her because he ‘wasn’t subtle.’ He had come back with ‘neither are you’- to which she had bought him a drink in response. And he was never one to turn down free booze.

What started at a handful of thinly veiled threats from both ends kicked off as steady case of “you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours”- information for information, support for support, spying for spying, an alibi for an alibi. It ended up with the pair of them being fairly amicable  If someone would’ve told him he would be friends with a mob princess a decade ago, he probably would’ve laughed.

It was her that had first made him look the Marcanos’ way. There was something laughable at that, too.

Her request had been simple. She had come to him one night and merely said “I just need you to do this one thing for me.” She had heard about one of the Greccos joining the Marcanos via marriage, and she wanted information about both sides that she could exploit so they would destroy each other.

Well, that was a solid plan, and he had seen Katherine in action. She was a master manipulator when she wanted things done- all she had to do was bat her eyelashes and tilt her hip and give one of those evil smiles and the world was her fucking oyster. She could plant that little seed of doubt in someone’s ear and they’d be tearing at each other’s throats before long.

Two mob families warring and exterminating each other? Sounded good to him. So he had told her certain details about gossip and locations he had heard about the families. Why the fuck she had taken an extra step and started fucking that little rat-looking bastard Giorgi Marcano was beyond him.

She didn’t have a problem telling him that she could get more information from an egotistical man if she was in his bed, and okay, that was fair. Men as a whole were idiots, and it wasn’t like she had tried anything with him. Yet.

And then John’s entire world had gone sideways when Lincoln had showed up again and had gotten involved with the Marcanos again- or had seemed like it was headed that way before Sal and fucking Giorgi had backstabbed Lincoln and his family and set Sammy’s bar alight and killed nearly everybody inside. Lincoln had survived by sheer chance. John had been an absolute wreck. His actions were practically not his own when he found himself calling on her for help the day after it had gone down.

She had shown up at Father James’ door, offering the padre a weak smile and a polite nod- not something she would do. Having your father get brutally murdered seconds after leaving his side would mess up anyone’s faith. The father had nodded back and stepped aside to let her in. She had practically flown into John’s arms right after, even if he knew she wasn’t expecting him to return the gesture. She had just sat with him after that, letting their knees brush every so often- her own way of showing silent support; her first show of subtlety, too.

It had gone like that for another day or two until John could finally find his voice again. He had looked at her after James had left. “I uh… feel free to hit me for this one because there’s no delicate way of asking but… I officially need to call in that favor.”

“Get closer to Giorgi and play him like a fiddle even more so we can get as close to him as possible and then end all of their miserable lives?”

“Absolutely.”

“Consider it done.”

Months later, John’s stared down at paperwork that told them very loudly that Kate did her damn job with Giorgi so well that the bastard knocked her up. And the naturally after he found out he decided to turn tail and keep her as far away as possible. Because the guy who looked up to his father and son to a man who would move mountains for his son couldn’t be bothered to do the same for his own kid. Cocksucker. Sure, it had also eliminated a really good source of information, but now the bastard needed to get shot in the dick. At least Lincoln knew mostly everything he needed to know. He just needed to finish taking the rest of the city.

Kate moved a hand over her stomach, reading the doctor’s results over and over again. It’s not a condemning action, it’s not exactly protective either, but John knows better than to ask some universal dumbass question like ‘what’re you gonna do with it?’. He likes her, he knows she likes him but he knows full well she’d kill him for that one.

“… … Can I call in a little favor?” she asked after a moment.

He hummed, then set the paper down. “You want a shitty ring and a sham marriage or a place to stay where people won’t look at you funny for years?” when she gawked at him for that, he shrugged. “What? Hell, I technically got you into this mess, I’ll get you out.”

“Yeah, well, I was only going to stay in contact and have the kid’s middle name be Donovan so you’d always remember that little fact. You don’t have to-”

“Least I could do.”

“Holy shit. John Donovan showing up as the knight in shining armor. Never would’ve thought.”

“Yeah, well, don’t go shouting that from any rooftops, I have a reputation to uphold. And you never answered the question.”

She elbowed him in the ribs. “How about neither, you daft bastard.”

He laughed at that. He didn’t end up getting an answer that night, but he was fine with it.

Little Jason Donovan Flynn was born a few months later, and Lincoln sent Sal and Giorgi Marcano down to Hell and then left days after that.  John had stuck around to tie up loose ends with a few other cases and then prepped to leave himself. John had stopped by Kate’s apartment to wish her well and promise he’d be in touch, only to find she was packing up herself.

Her explanation was simple: she never really had roots there, and with Burke dying there wasn’t much assured safety for her or little Jay, Ciaran would be leaving soon as well,- and she wasn’t even certain Jay was safe from Burke’s arm of the mafia and she wasn’t ‘in the mood for people who’d kill an usurper without considering he wouldn’t want to usurp.’

He had asked where she was going and she had shrugged and said she had planned on driving until her gas tank ran out. John had mentioned going to a ‘little place just outside Houston’, and she had grinned and said she’d follow him there.

It wasn’t like he was much different. He’d follow her and the little gremlin to the ends of the Earth. It was amazing what loyalty and zero backstabbish-behavior would get anybody in that day and age.

All this from a favor, he had mused, sometime later when the whole Senator Blake ordeal had reached its peak and he showed up at her door in order to lay low for a while after losing the cops. She had slapped him so hard his ears rang for a few seconds, and then she had yanked him forward by the tie and kissed him- not their first kiss, but their first that wasn’t some sort of distraction when they were in the field.

“Awww, you were worried about me. That’s adorable,” he had offered when they had finally parted. It had earned him another light punch to the chest.

He had plopped down on the couch after that, and when little Jay had come wobbling over to him, he had held his hands out to steady him once he reached him. “Man, you really did get the short end of the stick with looks. You’re all Giorgi,” he pointed out.

“Da,” Jason agreed.

“Yeah, your deadbeat dad,”

“Da!” Jason repeated, and then practically smacked John’s hand down.

And then it hit John as to just what the kid was actually trying to say. “Oh hell no, Kid. I’m not- “ he stopped short. Well what the fuck was the point, it wasn’t like Giorgi was here to be a worse case. “Well, guess I’m the closest thing you’ve got, huh?” when he got another ‘Da’ in response, he laughed. “You’re gonna have one fucked up upbringing…”  Jason only giggled in response, and John sighed before pulling him up onto the couch and giving him the toy phone that one of them had put on the coffee table.

It was really only fair that his life was equally a mess- half of his time was spent on that little vengeance crusade when the last was being nauseatingly domestic with his best friend-potential old lady now.

And it was all because of a couple of small favors.

[princelettow-archive]

29, 31, 35 for becca?

the loml….thank you!!!!!

29. What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

She wanted to be an actress!! She just thought it would be like in the movies and will give her the freedom she always wanted when she was growing up! She was mostly charmed by the life of glamour and how fun it looked to be able to play so many characters, to “craft” a fake life for each of them!

She travelled to Los Angeles for that! Unfortunately she never made it because she was embraced before she could get a significant role :(

31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Hate getting sh*ppy again but clown wiggy on I guess. Because she feels most comfortable with L*Cr**x, when they are relaxing at his haven and she notices how the tension has left his shoulders, something that never happens when he’s at his office, kind of like sitting down in the couch magically removes all stress. She usually sits down with her legs crossed or her knees up to her chest, hugging them and resting her chin on top. She’s watching TV but barely paying attention to what people say, even though her favourite baking show is on. She can hear LaCroix writing down something in the paperwork he is still checking, sometimes she also hears his tongue click and it makes her smile because she can see him frowning and mumbling something to himself. They are not even talking but they don’t need to because it’s not an uncomfortable silence. On the contrary! They both feel right, like that is how life is supposed to feel like, peaceful and quiet, with someone you l*ve sitting next to you. She sometimes makes a passing comment about what’s happening in the show and watches how he glances up and his face either shifts to disgust or pleasant surprise at how the cake the contestants are presenting to the jury looks like. It’s a very silly routine they have but it feels good to share that moment together.

35. How does your character behave around people they like?

Answered here!

[teamhawkeye]

∞

Let’s go DylanxAnna, here we go!

Fell In Love With A Girl - The White Stripes

Relax - Frankie Goes to Hollywood

More - Usher

My Best Friend’s Girl - The Cars

You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) - Dead or Alive

Angel - Shaggy

i knew this was gonna be a good one from the first song to pop up, haha - super flirty and sexy, oh yeahhhh 👀

[cometcrystal]

omg congrats on graduating!!!

thank you so much!!

[messmertheimpaler]

mixtape, wardrobe, and shooting star for miss rosalind??? please my crops are dying

aj!!!!!!! my heart beats for you🤸🏽‍♀️💕💞💓💗💖💕💞💓💗💖

rosalind

mixtape: 5 songs that describe your OC(s) or songs they themselves would like.

love ablaze - phedrenew person, same old mistakes - tame impalacry baby - the neighbourhooddark days - local nativesi know places - lykke li

wardrobe: what’s your OC(s) style like?

oh geez, something gender neutral after joining the gang. like, before she wore the dresses with the corset top, but then after it’s something like this [x] (on the left)

shooting star: if your OC(s) could have one wish what would it be?

to have arthur be healthy :’(

[clansalubri]

🌈?

AJ!!!!! you are literally like the kindest person on this stupid website and i love seeing you on my dash all the time because you just have Big Friend Energy and a lot of your posts make me smile and i love you and all your ocs and i WILL hug you one day

[christopherrpike-archive]

pipcob + 37

im feral op. absolutely fucking rabid. also no cult au

It’s a cold, December night, yet Pippa sits on the porch of Jacob’s cabin in the mountains.

She’s been chilly since she stepped outside, but she had insisted she’d be fine without a coat and now she was too stubborn to admit that she was wrong. That, and she’s been hit by a sudden bout of homesickness. They were planning on heading home for the holidays, but… their flight wasn’t for another two days and the waiting was becoming unbearable. The fact that Sebastian had already managed to get home wasn’t helping, either. Pippa was about to stand up and walk back inside when she feels something heavy over her shoulders; it was warm and still had the faint smell of mountain air and woodsmoke. Jacob’s army jacket, no doubt. Without looking up at the man, Pippa slips her arms in through the sleeves and pulls it a bit closer against her.

“You’re pouting again,” Jacob points out.“Am not,” Pippa replies with a huff. “How would you know anyways? You aren’t even lookin’ at me.”

“Don’t need to, sweetheart,” Jacob tells her, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest. “I can tell when you’ve got that button nose of yours all scrunched up. It’s cute.” He laughs again when Pippa lightly punches his shoulder. “What? It’s true. Now didn’t I tell you to put on a coat before headin’ out?”

“I told you I didn’t need one,” Pippa retorts, yet the bite of the chill air betrays her and she pulls the jacket closer. With a grumble, she huddles up closer against the man and breathes out. “I miss home,” she suddenly blurts out, even before Jacob could ask her what was wrong. Pippa hears him hum, and just like that– he presses his lips to the top of her head.

“Won’t be long now, sweetheart,” Jacob murmurs and he slides his hands down to clasp Pippa’s in his. Hers were all chilly from the winter air, but that was easily remedied when he brings them up to his face, gently blowing on them. Pippa laughs at that, nose scrunching up again in the way he likes.

“You’re a sap. And nobody knows except me.” A pause. “Well, maybe Faith, too.”

“Would prefer if it stayed that way.”

“‘Course you would. Only you, after all.”

That gets Jacob to crack a smile. “Only you,” he echoes before giving the woman’s hands a gentle squeeze. His were far, far, bigger than hers and far more scarred, but… they fit together nicely. Like a puzzle, or so Pippa says. They sit in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before the younger woman is speaking up again, as she normally does. That was one of the first things he learned about her– that she never stopped talking. Must be a family thing, seeing as her brother was just the same.

“Why do you like staying up here in the woods? There’s no people here.”

“Exactly. Not much of a people person,” Jacob replies with a slight of his shoulders. “I got my siblings and I got you. Don’t really need anythin’ else.”

Pippa snorts. “You know how many people call the station every night ‘cause they think they’ve seen the Sasquatch or somethin’? I just laugh ‘cause I know for a fact it’s you,” she says, reaching up to take Jacob’s face in her hands, gently squishing his cheeks. “Can’t say I blame them. You’re all big and… red.” Jacob rolls his eyes at that, but Pippa barrels on before he can say anything else. “We even got this counter at the sheriff’s department. Just a whiteboard and it says ‘Jacob Sightings’. Think we’re up to twenty-five now.”

Jacob shakes his head, but this time he’s laughing too. “Alright, alright, Pipsqueak, I get it.”

More silence until Pippa hears him humming a familiar tune. Only You, of course, because it was Jacob and what else could it have possibly been? She hums along for a bit before looking up at him, an eyebrow raised. “Don’t you ever get tired of that song?”

“Why would I? It’s our song.”

“Mm, fair point.” Pippa’s about to barrel on once more when Jacob presses his lips to her for the longest moment. Soft and gentle; quite the opposite of his outward appearance. With flushed cheeks, Pippa looks up at him again, playful smile gracing her features. “What was that for?”

“No reason. Liked listening to you talk. Besides, I’m not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?”

“Well, I never said that,” Pippa replies before crawling onto his lap. “Now do it again.”

With a chuckle, Jacob leans back in. “Yes, ma’am.”

[foofygoldfish]

18 thru 22 for miss Alice!!

18. Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

Hmmm….. Ambition.

19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

Oh jeez. Uh. She has a tendency to run when things get bad - it’s definitely been the end of relationships before, and it’s still something she does over the course of OTB (though she does work on it while she’s with Faith, after Faith’s not really an enemy of the resistance anymore)

20. In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

Acts of good? Even after the bombs, she thinks there are other people in the county that would have been better-equipped to handle the situation with the cult. She’s definitely critical of herself.

21. If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

It depends on the event? She can/will do both.

22. What does your character like in other people?

Already answered!

[vitosscaletta]

amina happy birthday and much love!! 💕💕💕💕💐💐

THANK YOOUU AJ!! you’re the sweetest 😭

[space-whalesharks]

date + 17 (to distract)

As weekends went, Kate Flynn’s Saturday had been going appallingly badly. First, Burke had come back around, drunk off his ass and reminiscing about the old times. “Danny an’ you would’ve been marvelous, Lass. Made gorgeous babies, made a kingdom worth fighting for.’ He had always put more weight on promises made in the world of men for the Irish mob. Her father and Burke had promises their kids to each other down the line to make a bigger mob family, and now that Danny was gone it was all in shambles. But it didn’t stop Burke from trying to hold onto it.. Make it seem like he cared. Like he was her father-in-law. Like he wouldn’t have probably killed little Jay the second he reached his teenage years because now that the Flynns and Burkes wouldn’t marry into one family, they were still rivals. But now she didn’t have to worry about that. The moment she thought about that she realized how decidedly cruel that was. Thomas Burke deserved a lot of things, but not the short future that Fate had put in front of him. Not by those means, anyhow.

She had told him to sober up, hung up the phone and gone to wash dishes to get her mind off of the phone call and life, but it only amplified it. And before long she had stopped, near crippled at the feeling of just how alone she fucking was. She, Ciaran and their father had fled Ireland to run away from the Driscoll’s wrath, befriended the Burkes to save face, and then they lost their father to the Greccos, then the whole thing with Giorgi, and then they had lost Danny to the Marcanos, and now she was going to lose Burke, and they were all just so fucking alone in all this in a place she still wasn’t sure she should call home or not.

All she wanted to do was tuck Jay into bed, pour herself a whiskey and call it a night.

And then John Fucking Donovan happened.

It was embarrassing just how much of her life could be summarized with that statement lately.

She had been battling one last particularly bad grease stain when she heard her front door slam open.

She had reached for her chef’s knife the same moment Jay immediately started crying from off beside her; and she had to come with the terms that she was probably about to kill this intruder in front of her two year old son when the fear came screeching to a halt at a voice:

“Honey, I’m hooommmeeee!”

She froze and immediately dropped the knife into the sink. “Donovan?!” she turned around sharply. “Christ, you scared the shit out of- JOHN?!”

The man was standing in her doorway- or rather bleeding into it, considering the giant bloodstain on his side, seeping through his jacket.

Because he wouldn’t be John Fucking Donovan without an entrance that didn’t traumatize people. She was fairly grateful Jason was barely two and wouldn’t remember that particular sight.

John waved weakly at her. “Yeah, hi. You should see the other guys.”

She flew to his side, immediately assessing whatever damage had been done on her so-called best friends. “Who did this? What did you do?!” “Would you believe me if I said it was Lincoln’s fault?”

“Not a fucking chance.”

“Hey, don’t swear in front of the gremlin,” John chided. He put his hands up when Kate started to pull his jacket off. “Hey, easy on the goods, if you wanna get me naked all you have to do is ask me-OW!” he gaped at her when she slapped him before he could finish the sentence. “I got shot!” he protested, though he let her manhandle him back into the kitchen and up onto counter.

“I can see that,” Kate insisted. “What. Happened?”

“Some of Scaletta’s friends didn’t like me asking questions about that McNair broad disappearing.”

“You fucked with Vito’s people… without Lincoln around?”

“We’re all big boys, we can handle ourselves.”

“Clearly not!” “Vito and I are fine!” “Does he know that?!” “Clearly not,” John parroted. He flinched when she managed to get his jacket off and went to work unbuttoning his shirt. “Go figure, the big boss is the reasonable one.”

“John,” Kate chastised.

“Just call Marshall!”

She grimaced. “Do I have to?” Dealing with that basket case was hardly on her list of priorities any day.

“Well, either you deal with him or you watch your best friend in the whole wide world bleed out. Your choice.” When she tilted her head, considering, and he scowled. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

She left for a few seconds and came back with a wet cloth and went to work cleaning the wound. After a few moments: “It’s a graze, you dall bastard! You’re fine!”

“It has to be there! I can feel it!”

“All in your head, then. For a man who saw his share of combat you sure are whiny about all of this.”

“Must be the bloodloss.”

She rolled her eyes and then prodded gently around the wound. “Fair point, but it could’ve been worse. You’ll do fine, I just have to finish cleaning it and dress it and then you’ll be good as new.”

John hummed after a moment. “What’s ‘dall’ by the way?”

“What?”

“You called me ‘dall’ bastard. You gettin’ Irish on me again?”

“I’m always Irish.”

“Yeah, but not in the voice. You do that thing where the accent and slang comes out when you’re all emotional. Awwww, you were worried about me. You do care!”

“Fuck you, Donovan.”

“Hey, next thing we know you’re gonna tell me that Jason really is nicknamed ‘Jay’ for me. Color me flatt-”

She surged up and kissed him full on the mouth, and John felt his heart skip a beat- or maybe that was over the bloodloss, too. Sure, it wasn’t the first time they had kissed,they had done it plenty of times when they had been checking in on each other and run into potential trouble and figured looking and acting like an amorous couple would be a decent deterrent. And it worked a lot. So this, when they were alone - well, that was something. And Hell, he was very into it. He’d be a damned fool not to be. He opened his mouth when she tilted hers and-

There was suddenly a wet, hot burning pain across his injured side that had him yelping -in a very manly fashion, thank you very much- into her mouth and trying to wriggle away when she held him still. When she finally let go his head snapped down towards his side to see she had poured rubbing alcohol over his side. The wound site was white and bubbling already. And then it hit him. That kiss was a distraction to shut him up or keep him still. She had fucking played him like a fiddle, full on femme fatale’d him for once compared to doing it to any other man around but him. “Oh you fucking minx. You can’t play with my heart like that. I’m not one of your Johns. Well, I guess I am, but I’m the John. capital J. The others are lower. And common.” He drew his lips together to muffle another groan when she dried what remained of the alcohol on his side and covered the wound with gauze and taped it up.

When she did that squinty grin of hers at him in response that usually meant trouble and his heart fluttered a bit again, and he promptly realized that he was in far, far deeper than he thought he was. He could blame it on the bloodloss again, but it was her door that he had decided to stumble through after getting shot. Oh, he was in trouble. Deep trouble.

At least it was his kind of trouble.

[absurdwanderlust]

okay aj feels like spreading positivity tonight but!! i love you SOOO much alisha you are so so talented!! you can draw, you can write, you can DO IT ALL!! im so lucky to know you and i hope we stay friends for a long time 💕💕

AJ YOU ARE TOO KIND. I love you so much and I’m so glad we met!!! We are definitely gonna be friends for a long time 💞💞💞

[themysteriouslou]

lou i wish i could put into words just how much you mean to me!! i consider you one of my closest friends and you always manage to make me feel better when im feeling down!!! i love you so so so much and you deserve nothing but the best 💕💕💕💕

Reading this just seconds after waking up immediately made my entire day 😭💜 if it were up to me your brain would never be mean to you because you are an angel and you deserve so much more than anxiety and feelings of inadequacy, you are so much more than that. I love you so much AJ thank you for blessing my inbox, day and life.

[odogarons]

heLLOOo kit i'm in one of my moods so i just wanted to say i love you a lot!! i love talking to you like i always have such a blast when you're around and you're just... so talented. your gifs? ugh. to die for. your ocs? also to die for. i'm so glad we're friends!! 💕💕💕

AJ!! I LOVE YOU AND I WOULD DIE FOR YOU!! You’re so amazing and so kind! I always look forward to talking to you and seeing your edits and ocs on my dash!