#MY NUMBER ONES FOREVERRRRR ARRARARATSGYSGGSAYSGVGHGHXSHVGASXHVGASXVHG

[lullabysbride]

❤️ The Crimson Dragon & The Ivory Dragon 💜

… May They One Day Rejoin by Heaven’s Will …

[lizbotw]

Just saying that if you made moodboards I'd be sooo up to looking at them, they're probably going to be very aesthetic :)

oh man, i sure hope so 😭 i haven’t done those kind of things in forever and um 😳 [see tags 👀]

[letstrywritingmaybe]

List of CoAi ideas (I really need to find titles for these too) that I may or may not ever get to depending on whether or not I get out of this slump:

1. I want all the AUs so of course I want a tinder fic. Like how fun would this be! I’ve actually put a lot of thought into this but the muse isn’t biting *sigh

2. Listen I’ve been screaming about a FBI verse fic foreverrrrr yall my otp would be unstoppable and the best partners!!! Hello? This I’m still iffy about, but undercover work is a must. Idk if they should both be part of the FBI or (I’m leaning towards the second idea) it’s just Shiho being a bamf (what a queen) but then it’s more like a bodyguard verse, which I’m not mad about either

3. Loves, we need more fake dating fics, I’m obsessed with this trope! Especially with the context of CoAi! So obvi no antidote route (my personal bias) what better way to keep them from squicking over love interests who are ten years younger than by being in a fake relationship! Like sorry child who is way too young for me cause I’m actually in my twenties and you’re like 12, but I have a girlfriend/boyfriend already! It’s perfect! Except this is a fanfic about my otps falling in love so it becomes real. Oops

4. Second chances, there was a tumblr post I reblogged and it just gave me feels. Imagine this tragic otp getting together and then it doesn’t work (I know. I cry.) BUT they try again, cause listen they’re endgame to me and if they’re not I will die. I swear. While I do love the whole distance makes the heart grow found and she leaves him in search of herself… in this verse I prefer the idea that they’re physically together but emotionally distant, which is wild for them. Like what??? It’s the whole is this a comfort ship or the real deal type of thing

5. Choices, I don’t exactly have a solid idea for this one, it’s just vibes. It’s soft and majorly inspire by my black and white otp. My queen’s life is so tragic, like she never got to make her own decisions and be selfish you know? So let’s give her the chance to make her own choices and live a little

6. *sigh the duet fic that I’m like halfway done with. No it’s not a CoAi duet fic cause he could never, but it is a CoAi fic. Plays with the idea of fate vs. logic. Which is just such a thing for me with this otp

7. Omm another tumblr post, so a deal with the devil except it’s an Angel instead. So typical of me. Though the more I think about this one, the less I’m fond of it

8. Another deep sigh… the sleeping fic… everyday I wonder if this should stay grey or change to gold. The sheer golden otp vibes this one gives. *sigh

9. The lying verse! Or rather just a powers one that I briefly mentioned during CoAi week. Ai can lie flawlessly and have everyone believe her, but Conan is her foil, he detects truths. There’s so much to plan for this one though… hm…

10. How did I forget part two of the I Only Lie When I Love You verse? Aka I Wish I Cared Less (because Royal Blood owns me and highly influenced this verse). What’s annoying is I pretty much have everything outlined, I just don’t wanna write it. Have I mentioned I hate writing? It’s so much more fun to be a fangirl who gets to read fics! (But this is the one verse I’m committing myself to finish before I decide what to do with this fandom)

11. We will gloss over my two attempts at writing smut. I’ll post it one day okay. But idk when.

12. Because I’m a dork I just want to write a fic titled Case Closed. It fits with my weird obsession over titles that start with the same letters. I have a vague idea and always intended on making this my first multichaptered fic but my muse had other plans

13. Not really an idea but I liked the idea of a numerology series. Like give me a number and I’ll make it CoAi. Imagine all the possibilities!

14. The idea that’s low key been consuming me… a lovers to enemies to lovers fic. Established relationship then some shit happens and my queen suffers so now she’s convinced everyone is out to get her. Specifically him. Soy sad. Imagine the love of your life trying to kill you every chance they got? I can’t man.

15. What I would like to be the last fic I ever post for this otp, with my favorite type of ending. The transition from confessing to taking it back, except can you take it back? I like you… I don’t like you.

[thecindy]

Scaredy Cat

by TheCindy

Summary:

Other heroes make rescuing a cat from a tree look so easy! But that's not quite the case for Hawks.

A/N:

I imagine cats don’t like Hawks very much. The predatory birds or The Winged Hero.

Rating:    General Audiences

Archive Warning:    No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:    Gen

Fandom:    僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Character:    Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags:    there's a cat! And a tree! and some kids! Short One Shot, just hawks doing hero stuff, No Spoilers

Language:    English

Words:    1446    

on AO3

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“Look over there! Is that Hawks!?”

“Where?”

“Over there. He’s walking this way!” the taller of the two young boys pointed to a lone figure in the distance, distinguishable by the large scarlet wings protruding from his back, outlining the figure of a man leisurely strolling down the deserted sidewalk.

“No way! That’s him! Let’s ask him for help!” the smaller boy jumped up in his excitement, shaking the tree branch they were resting on, sending a cascade of yellow and orange leaves falling to the ground.

“Careful Shu, you’ll make us fall!” scolded the older boy as he grabbed his brother by the wrist pulling him back down into a sitting position “and we don’t need his help we can do this ourselves! Besides, he’s a hero! He’s probably busy anyway.”

“Haruuuuuu,” the younger boy whined, stretching out his older brother's name to emphasize his frustration “we’ve been here foreverrrrr and she won’t come down!”

“She’s just scared is all.” explained Haru, “We just have to be patient and she’ll come down when she’s ready.”

“We’ve been patient for 100 years!” Shu exaggerated, dramatically throwing his arm over his eyes and leaning against the sturdy trunk of the tree. “Maybe I can try to hover up there again and grab her!”

“We tried that already Shuhei, and you nearly broke your arm. I don’t want Mom to kill me!” the older brother pressed his hands into his little brother's shoulders as if to hold him down “Besides, you can’t hover more than a few inches and she’s way near the top!”

Shuhei furiously crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his older brother, sticking his tongue out. “Whatever, Haruto.”

Haruto stuck his tongue out at his little brother in response.

Noticing that the winged man was much closer now Shuhei jumped up again suddenly, catching Haruto by surprise causing him to sway and cling to the branch in fright. “Hey! Mr. Hawks!”

“Hey, there.” Hawks grinned up at the boys occupying the tree branch hanging over the sidewalk. He stopped and rested his arms on the low concrete wall below the tree. “Whatcha doin’ up there?”

“Hime’s up there and we can’t get her to come down!” Shuhei explained, eyes wide in excitement at talking with the Number Two hero.

“Hime?” Hawks asked.

“Our kitten.” Haruto explained, “She ran up there earlier but now she’s scared to come down and we can’t climb any higher.”

“I tried to hover up to her but I couldn’t reach! Then she climbed even higher!” the younger of the two boys exclaimed.

“He only got his quirk a couple weeks ago so he’s not very good yet and he fell out of the tree.” added the older one.

Hawks peered higher into the tree, after a few moments of scanning he found two frightened green orbs gazing down at him. A trembling orange kitten blending in with the autumn foliage was frozen in place on a thin branch several yards above.

“Let me see what I can do.” Hawks grinned brightly at the two brothers, swiftly sending half a dozen crimson feathers high into the tree.

Shuhei and Haruto followed the feathers with their eyes, mouths agape in wonder at seeing The Winged Hero in action. “So cool…” Shuhei gasped.

Hawks winked at him before turning his attention back to the kitten above.

Overhead they heard a sharp hissing sound. Hime was swatting angrily at the red feathers attempting to surround her small kitten body. Protracted claws swiped through the air expertly keeping the feathers from getting too close.

Hawks' smile turned into a thoughtful pout. He knew he could forcefully snatch the kitten out of the tree with his Fierce Wings but he didn’t want to traumatize the poor terrified cat any more than necessary, or the little boys watching for that matter. “Looks like I’m going to have to do this the old fashioned way.” he sighed but smiled again as he recalled his fathers to plant themselves neatly back into his magnificent plumage.

Taking a step back Hawks extended his wings and slowly began to rise into the air, flying gracefully toward the top of the tree, Haruto and Shuhei drinking in his every move.

“Hey there, kitty cat.” Hawks landed lightly on a spindly branch about a foot below the quivering cat. “It’s okay little Hime, I’ve got you.” he said, slowly extending his gloved hands toward the orange ball of fur.

Hime screeched and hissed and sputtered as she scrambled even higher into the tree, desperately trying to get away from the large winged creature before her.

Hawks sighed, “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” he willed his wings to slowly carry him upwards toward the still sputtering kitten.

Gingerly he extended his hand toward her again in an attempt to soothe the anxious kitten, but was met with a swipe of razor sharp claws followed immediately by a painful sting, sharp pointed teeth biting clean through his thick gloves. “Fu--” Hawks hissed, biting his bottom lip quickly censoring himself, acutely aware of the watching eyes and listening ears in the branches below.

With her back arched and hair standing on end, still spitting, Hawks could tell she was trying to make herself look larger and more intimidating than she was. He would have found it funny if he wasn’t so annoyed with the cat. He knew she was scared, but why was she so afraid of him?

Then it hit him. “Ohhh.” he said in realization. “You’re afraid of big birdies, aren’t ya kitty cat?” He watched as her large jade eyes focused on his unfurled wings.

“Fine then.” He groaned. Although the branches at this part of the tree were very slim he managed to pick out a few within arms reach of Hime that looked strong enough to support his weight. Hooking one arm around the trunk of the tree, he planted his feet near the base of those branches slowly transferring his weight from being suspended by his wings to being supported by his legs. With narrow eyes he looked up at the cat “don’t you dare tell anyone about this, alright?” And suddenly-

*THWAP*

In a flash of red hundreds of feathers dropped to the ground propelled by force, landing with a satisfying thud upon the pavement below.

“Happy now?” Hawks peered at the kitten. Slowly her claws began to retract and her pupils returned to a normal diameter. Her fur now flat against her skin, she sat down on her branch and studied Hawks curiously. Once again he warily extended a hand toward her, keeping a close watch for claws and teeth, but was met with no resistance. Instead, Hime nuzzled her head into his open palm. “Alright kitty, come here.” Gently he scooped her from per perch and situated her against his chest inside his fur lined jacket. “Hang tight.”

With one hand he carefully picked his way down the tree. A branch snapped beneath him and he fell a few feet before catching himself, irritated, and continuing his descent. He sat on a branch adjacent to where the two young brothers were still perched. They watched him in awe, eyes wide and sparkling. Gently he pulled the (now purring contentedly) kitten from his coat and handed her over to the older boy.

“Wow! That was so cool!” Shuhei cheered, throwing a fist in the air. In his excitement he began to hover unsteadily over the branch where he was seated.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Hawks!” Haruto cradled the kitten in one arm and pulled his younger brother back down with his free hand. “I’m sorry she bit you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Hawks shrugged and flashed his cheesiest grin “All in a day's work. Maybe keep that little one a way from trees from now on, though.”

“Yes sir!” Shuhei saluted clumsily with his small hand, grinning wide.

Hawks laughed. “Just call me Hawks.” Cautiously watching the kitten, who had seemingly fallen asleep, he gradually summoned his feathers back into arrangement on his back.

“I’m going to be a hero too, one day!” Shuhei buzzed with excitement.

“Oh yeah?” Still smiling at the young boys, wings intact, Hawks jumped gracefully down to the sidewalk below. “I can’t wait to see that. I bet you’re going to be awesome!”

Shuhei smiled and punched the air again “Yeah!”

“Thanks again Mr. Hawks!” Haruto called to the hero below.

“It’s just ‘Hawks’!” The Winged Hero corrected as he waved back at the boys. He continued on his way, mumbling something about cats and birds and hoping no one nearby had a camera pointed at him.

A/N:

This idea popped into my head and It wouldn’t leave until I wrote it down. I haven’t written anything in ages so my apologies if you can tell I’m out of practice! This was meant to be cute and funny, but I don’t know how to write funny so I hope it’s cute at least!! Also I have no idea who to write endings!?!?! I can see it clearly in my head but how to words?

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

AO3/FFN Fanfic Meme

Oh, this one seems super fun. Thanks for the tag @thank-god-and-you ❤️

And I've also used both AO3 and FFN (even though FFN and I recently broke up after about a decade together *clack* 😂) so I'll include stats for both.

AO3/FFN Name: ladymelodrama /sunshineandlollipops

Fandoms: Game of Thrones, Victoria, Titanic, The Blacklist, LOTR, OUAT, The Office, The 100, Jane Eyre, Love Actually

Number of Fics: 29 on AO3 / 17 on FFN

Fic you spent the most time on: New World Symphony (3 years for 19155 words - I mean, what was my deal? 🙈) and The House of Many Sorrows (currently unfinished - I don't wanna talk about it)

Fic you spent the least time on: A Ride She Wouldn't Survive (I wrote that 7000 word randomness in like 3 hours) and/or the first chapter of Jamais T'oublier (ask @throughtheblue how long that took me to write - she knows 😘)

Longest fic: La Nuit Venait (75338 words)

Shortest fic: Tristesse (536 words)

Most hits: La Nuit Venait (and on FFN, like specifically the one Brienne chapter??? Like, I mean that chapter gets an insane amount of traffic and I don't know why...unless the tragic Braime stuff went over really well 😂😎)

Most kudos: Sunrise on the Jade Sea ❤️

Most comment threads: Sunrise on the Jade Sea ❤️

Fave fic you wrote: Sunrise on the Jade Sea but also, most recently, Lobsters 😍 (and @salzrand deserves a huge shout out on both of these fics always *hugssssss*). And I'm very pleased with New World Symphony even if it did take foreverrrrr to finish.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I've been meaning to move Carpe Diem (Titanic) over to AO3 forever and will rewrite a little if I do because I wrote it in 2009. But for expanding, def Jamais T'oublier especially based on the response today (thank youuuuu darlings 😊) and I want to expand on the Joyeux Noel fic eventually too (Easter on Barra?) ❤️

Share a bit of your WIP: For Storms, ummm expect more reunions for #OGTeamTargaryen and the usual Jade Sea fluff 💞

I tag @bridgr6 @fanoftheknight @rileypotter17 @salzrand (graphic novels are fics) and anyone else who wants to play ❤️❤️❤️

[nicolinocolino]

1, 3, 14, 18 💛

1. favorite fic you wrote this year — This may be a bit of a surprise but I really really love carry on, the fic I wrote about Nico and Maddalena.

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year — I don’t think I can do favorite line because I don’t remember my fics word for word and I tend not to reread my own writing haha. But as far as scenes go, I really loved writing the date in come out. you’re hiding. where Marti makes gnocchi for Nico.

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write — Definitely there’s still a light in the house (the childhood friends to lovers fic). I wrote the first part of it foreverrrrr ago, struggled writing heavily through the middle, and didn’t know if I had the stamina to end it the way I wanted to. It sat in my drafts for literal months untouched.

18. current number of wips — hhhhhh just one, really. I’ve been busy lately but I do think about this wip of mine all the time and am very excited about the idea, since it’s a trope I’ve never written about before.

fanfic end of the year asks

[mrs-bucky-wintersoldier-barnes]

21 Questions!

I was tagged by @kingbouji3 & @nikkisixxsixxsixx Thanks babes!! 💓 y’all rock! I loveeeetag games, tag me in all the things haha

Nicknames: B, Hanana Bread, HB, Hannie

Zodiac Sign: ♏️ Scorpio, (welcome to the shitshow yall)

Height: I’m like 5’4? Idk ask Brooke 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

Hogwarts House: (my friend made me take this test) Huffle puff but idk what that meanssss???

Last thing I googled: Green Bar Distillery

Fav. Musicians: too many to count but for starters Mötley Crüe, Khalid, Arctic Monkeys, Guns n Roses, RHCP, Blink-182, MGK, Hozier, Post Malone,

song stuck in your head: thunder/young dumb broke mix by imagine dragons and Khalid , and Stars by Sixx a.m.

following: 541

Followers: 176

Do you get asks: no but if you send them I’ll love you foreverrrrr

Amount of sleep: not enough, I swing between 2 hours and 10. There is no in between

Lucky number: i don’t know?

What are you wearing: a T-shirt and some pajama pants

dream job: American History Teacher

Dream trip: London, LA, I’d love to go back and see my family in Puerto Rico

Instruments: none, someone teach me 😩

Languages: English and some asl

Favorite songs: too many to count so I’ll go with the ones stuck in my head plus primal scream, home sweet home, crying lightning, and beer never broke my heart

Random facts: (I’m a pretty boring person prepare to be underwhelmed) i can sing my abc’s backwards, I’m from Tx but i don’t really care for sweet tea.. i met the guys from allstar weekend (even though they stopped being cool like 10 yrs ago) (around the same time i stopped being cool🤷🏻‍♀️)

Tagging: @lifebybrooke @totalshockwaves @francismazzello @theappleofmybri @motley-queen @bad-boy-boogie and anyone else who wants to do this!!🖤

[quilloftheclouds]

21 Question Tag Game

Ah! Love these! Thank you, @alinakerrin​! Sorry it took a while to get to!

1. Height:

Somewhere between 5′6 and 5′8. Kinda average? I haven’t measured myself in a while but I grew like... two inches over the past four months. And I’m pretty sure I’m still growing. Very late growth spurt. Oof.

2. Favorite Band:

No favourites, but I really like Les Friction! Epic music is my jam. (Literally.) Of Monsters And Men is also amazing, Starset is awesome, and I really like WILD for happier music! (My music genre favourites are crazily varied.)

3. Favorite Song Lyric:

Tough choice! Out of thin air I choose this from WILD’s Here We Go:

What does it take

To make our dreams collide?

The smallest change

Can make you feel alive

4. Following:

I’m still brand new so I can guarantee this number is going to skyrocket, but for now: 72

5. Writing Motto:

Do I have one? Not really. I guess I've seen this one around and I really like it: “You can’t edit a blank page.” Helps a lot with remembering that what I write isn’t final, and that I can mess up all I want as long as I get words down!

6. (Some) Favorite TV Shows:

I haven’t watching TV in foreverrrrr. I’m still a child at heart though so... Steven Universe is pretty neat and Avatar: The Last Airbender is probably still my all time favourite cartoon. I also am obsessed with watching nature documentaries!

7. Favorite Song (without words):

I listen to a lot of music without words! Maybe... nope, you know what. I’m just gonna. Say it.

Pretty much any of How To Train Your Dragon’s soundtrack, but especially Test Drive. Am I a Night Fury nerd? Yes. Yes I am.

8. Favorite Song:

Oohhhhhh noooo pleaaseeee don’t make me choose. Nnngh.

Okay, fine. More so because of all the nostalgic, wonderful feels I get from his songs, Owl City’s To The Sky. It was like... the very first song I listened to on my own. (I didn’t get a music player of any sort until really late in my childhood.)

9. Languages I’m Fluent In:

English and French! (Acadian French though. I can still understand Parisian and Québécois French, there’s just different slang and the accents are completely different.)  I’m learning ASL at the moment, but I’m definitely not fluent, yet. 

10. Languages I can Count to 10 In:

English and French. I used to be able to do it in Russian, German, and ASL, but I’ve forgotten now. ^^’

11. Top 5 Mythical Creatures (in no particular order):

Dragons (sorry, I’m a dragon nerd)

Sirens (huh. I wonder. why.)

Quilin

Salamander (The mythical version!)

Kelpies

12. Favorite Food:

I really like carbonara. Especially when I make the pasta myself. Also, bacon-wrapped scallops? Mmmm.

13. Favorite (Musical) Character:

Uh. I’ve barely watched any musicals. So... Elphaba from Wicked? I am very uneducated when it comes to musicals.

14. Favorite (TV) Character:

Can I say Bismuth here? Is that allowed? As a science nerd, bismuth is my favourite element. Also her character is just... love. I love her.

15. Favorite (Book) Character:

Ahhh! Too many! No!

16. Favorite (Original Work) OC:

Ooh dang. Picking favourites. Why.

Okay so. You guys don’t know who this is. But. They pop up in the first book’s epilogue, and play a major part in book two. All we know of them is that they go by the name The Dragon, and they’re an infamous pirate captain.

17. Favorite Genre

Honestly I can like any genre as long as it’s written well. I tend to really enjoy fantasy, though!

18. Favorite Fanfiction AUs

Your classic modern day AU. I also like super spy AUs and, you guessed it, pirate AUs.

Did you know that OSS originally started off an a pirate AU using some fan characters of mine?

19. Favorite Fanfiction (Authored by Someone Else):

I don’t read fanfiction! I’d love to start, but I just... never did! Any suggestions from the audience?

20. Favorite Original Story Idea (Authored by Me):

I’m only writing one WIP right now. ^^

21. Favorite Book:

Magyk by Angie Sage <-- Okay I know this is from @alinakerrin​‘s answers but I too adore this book. Also, another amazing series from my childhood: The Edge Chronicles by Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell

I really didn’t do the best with this but! I dunno, personal tag games are confusing for me.

I tag @imaghostwriter, if you so feel up to doing it! My apologies if you’ve already been tagged for this!

[pinktatertots99]

for the number / pairing thing - 3 for trois x honey ?

ooooh boi. (interesting option. love these pretty bois). also, bonus under the cut. also this is a prequel to this fic (recommended: READ THIS FIC this fic right here, BEFORE reading the sequel to it. trust me, the payment will pay off)

send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble

3. “Please, don’t leave.”

honey glared at the packed sack near the entrance of their cell as he heard trois getting himself ready. this was it, this was happening. he honestly didn’t think it’d happen. even though honey always wished it’d happen and maybe begged and prayed to whoever that he’d get rid of his annoying cellmate…he didn’t think it’d actually happen.

and honestly…something about it was messing with him. he was so mad at the idea but also unsure, concerned, maybe a bit sad, it was all a mixed bag really. why…just why? why him? why did HE get to leave?! why couldn’t HE leave too?! or, something! honestly his thoughts were all swaying like trois walking by him.

taking his mind off it he looked and stood up to see trois pick up his bag and stare back at him. “well, guess it’s time.” he said as the cell door opened, light seeming to shine onto him. “it’s been nice honey. Au revoir.” he ushered as he moved to turn away from him.

…it really pissed him out seeing the back of him leaving him. with no hesitation or thinking he got up and reached out and gripped the other’s hand forcing him to stop. the mint haired blonde turned his head curiously back to him.

“…please, don’t go.” he muttered out to the other, his head ducked down away from his view. squeezing his hand h felt trois lift it up a bit. looking up he found him picking his hand up to his mouth, kissing it softly. he chuckled lightly. “your really cute when your being sentimental.”

“…shut up.” he mumbled, blushing and looking away pretending to be annoyed. their grips started to lessen as both their hands dropped away to their sides. looking up one more time he could see trois smiling.

“parting is such sweet sorrow, isn’t it honey?”

“uhm, excuse me.” both inmates looked to see ahato addressing them, his face a mixture of confused but entertained. “we have to hurry to catch the train to building 11 inmate 03.”

next to him was kiji, sobbing into a hanky as his makeup started running. “oh aHATO!” he exclaimed, grabbing the guard by his shoulders. “IT’S STILL A LOSS! a loss of one of our HANDSOME inmates. such darling beauty leaving us for such a long of time!”

“I-it’s just a few weeks sir. until the moving occupations get settled.”

“IT’LL STILL FEEL LIKE FOREVERRRRR!” he cried out as he burrowed into the guard’s shoulder, who was now rubbing his back comfortingly.

“my my, kiji-san’s as dramatic as always.” trois dismissed casually looking back at honey. “try not to miss me too much okay.”

“tch! like hell I will.” he replied harshly, despite inside he felt otherwise. even being a temporary move something about it and being in his cell alone felt…off. trois stepped forward to him, lifting his chin up and kissing the tip of his nose. “that little stunt said otherwise mon honey~.”

the other flushed a light shade of red as he looked away from him. “just don’t be an idiot and die there. I need your damn bazooka and such to escape this hellhole.”

“yes yes understood. you drama queen."

"shut up!"

"I love it though."

"...whatever."

[mf-despair-queen]

Unmasked Feelings - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen���

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,684

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Alcohol Use, Bathroom Sex, dirty dancing 

Notes: So, this was ACTUALLY a request I got from @gloire-celeste like... forever ago and I feel bad that I didn’t do it till now. But it worked out for Halloween surprisingly! I hope you like it babe. I loved this idea and I so apologize for it taking foreverrrrr. I hope I did you proud!

“Why am I here again?” Dylan questioned his best friend, his eyes lingering on the Hispanic man that was strutting through the store, pushing through racks of clothes.

“Because we have to find outfits to the masquerade this weekend! You can't just show up in jeans and a t-shirt,” Tyler told him. Dylan just rolled his eyes in annoyance, slouching further into the chair he called home for the time being, his leg kicked up onto his knee. His foot tapped anxiously while he waited, wanting nothing more than to be home on this October afternoon.

“I don’t even want to go to that,” Dylan grumbled, pulling his phone from his pocket. He scrolled through his messages and photos absentmindedly, frowning at some of the things he saw. Even after a couple months of being single, his heart still hurt from the break up. He wanted to say it was mutual, but it wasn’t. Deep inside, it pained him when Britt suggested they end things.  

“Well, get over it, Dyldo. We have to. We are hosting it!” Tyler said to his brown-haired friend, leaning on the clothes rack. “It’s the “Teen Wolf 3rd Annual Halloween Extravaganza.” It isn’t right if the main stars from Teen Wolf don’t show up.”

“I know,” Dylan sighed, placing his phone down to run his digits through his hair. “I just… I’m not feeling so hot. And the last thing I want is to go to some party where I won’t even be able to tell who most people are! Why the fuck did they decide on a masquerade theme?”

“It’s fun!” Tyler growled. “Maybe it would be good for you. You’ve been sheltering yourself from life itself since everything happened with Britt. You need to start moving passed it. And who knows. Maybe you will find some girl at the party and you guys will fall madly in love. But it’s like a drama because at the end of the night, you don’t even know who she is because of the mask. So, you fight tooth and nail to find her and reveal your love for her,” Tyler said, acting out dramatic actions with each word. The back of his hand pressed to his forehead as he let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back against the rack of costumes.

Dylan rubbed his temple, placing both feet on the ground and leaning on his knees. “You’ve been watching chick flicks again, haven’t you?”

“I might have binged some romance movies on Netflix while I was sick.” Dylan sent him a look, his lips pressed into a tight line. “I ran out of things to watch! Don’t give me that look!”

“Whatever, Tpose. Just hurry up and pick something out. I’m going to step outside and have a smoke,” the actor grumbled, disappearing from his friend’s sight before he could be stopped.  

The fresh air was gladly welcomed the second he stepped outside, a slight chill running down his spine. Los Angeles wasn’t exactly cold at this time of year, especially in the mid-afternoon, but the breeze was enough to make him shiver. Dylan quickly stepped to the side of the shop, slipping a cigarette from the carton in his pocket along with his lighter. Within a few attempts, the cancer stick was lit and between his lips, the smoke billowing out in white wisps. The actor let his eyes close, the tiniest bit of his anxiety dissipating with the nicotine entering his system. His body relaxed into the wall, his right leg bent so his foot could rest on the red brick of the building.  

He ran a hand through his hair, flicking the ashes off the end of the cigarette in his hand. “All I wanna do is go home,” he grumbled lowly to himself, cracking his eyes to look at his surroundings. He prayed that no one would recognize him, wanting just one day free of fans. Would he be that lucky? Probably not. And finally kicking off the wall, he walked a bit down the road, kicking a small rock along the sidewalk as he went.

He didn’t expect to end up on the sidewalk a minute later. The male got to the corner of the street, his leanly muscular body colliding with her smaller form. Dylan was too dazed to figure out exactly how she sent him toppling, his eyesight focusing slowly on the mess of limbs and bags that covered the ground. Her head was buried in his chest, her soft groan muffled by the blue shirt he wore.  

“Are you alright?” He finally gasped out, not realizing the blow had knocked the air out of him. Her head snapped up, eyes meeting his sparkling, whiskey brown orbs.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. She glanced down at him, her eyes widening before she attempted to scramble off him, only succeeded in tripping over her own feet and falling onto her ass on the pavement. “Shit, that one hurt.”

“Here, let me,” he offered, tapping the end of his cigarette on the ground and sticking it behind his ear. He jumped to his feet, extending a hand to the girl. She sent him a gentle smile, placing her hand in his larger, veiny one, Dylan pulling the female to her feet with incredible ease.  

“I’m so sorry about that,” she told him, brushing off the jeans she had on. “I was in such a hurry and wasn’t watching where I was going. I didn’t see you rounding the corner and kablam! We were flat on the sidewalk.” Dylan laughed at her feeble explanation, shaking his head.  

“It’s fine. Honestly, it is. I wasn’t paying attention either. I was just in my own little world I guess. I space out sometimes,” he replied, scratching the back of his head. He finally took the time to study her face closer, his mouth instantly going dry. “Holy shit. You’re Y/N,” he said breathlessly.

The smaller girl giggled, nodding. “I am.”

“You star in that new show, Time Travelers, right?”

She nodded once again, a smile growing on her reddened cheeks. “I do.”

“Holy shit,” he mumbled to himself, fighting back the blush that threated to arise. Dylan O’Brien didn’t admit to many celebrity crushes in his life, but Y/N L/N were definitely the top of his list. He watched the shows and movies she starred in, awestruck by her sheer talent, fascinated by her caring nature and dazzling personality, and even more flabbergasted at the stunning beauty she possessed. And here, standing in front of him now, was the girl he admired through his television. He was at a loss for words, staring longingly like a star struck fangirl. “You’re Y/N.”

“And you’re Dylan,” she said, cocking her head at his words. His mouth fell open wider, unable to comprehend that she knew who he was. She giggled at his stunned expression, placing her hand under his chin and pushing up slightly to close it. “Close your mouth, darling. The flies will get in. And yes, I know who you are. I’m a big fan, Dylan. Teen Wolf is one of my favorite shows for sure. You guys are so talented.”

Dylan chuckled, licking his dry lips. His stomached twisted anxiously, trying his damnedest not to make a fool of himself. “Well, that’s good. Stiles is your favorite I take it?”

“Oh, of course not!” The actress told him, laughing. “Theo is, of course!”

Dylan deadpanned, pouting cutely. “Seriously?”

“Naw, I’m yanking your chain. Stiles is the best character obviously,” she told him with a hardy chuckle, leaning down to collect your bags.  

“That’s just cruel,” he said, mimicking the female's action. He glanced at the dozens of bags strewn across the path, giving a small smile. “At least none of your stuff fell out of the bags.”

“Yeah. I don’t know what I would have done if something like that happened. I’m crunched for time as it is and I wouldn’t have had time to go replace anything.” Y/N stood, taking the bags from Dylan as soon as he was upright. “I appreciate all the help, Dyl. But I really do have to go. It was really nice meeting you. Call me sometime. Maybe we can do lunch,” she told him, backing up with each word. “And you know, smoking is bad for you. You may want to think about cutting back sometime.” With a wink, Y/N blew him a kiss, turning on her heel and hurrying down the street.

Dylan blinked, watching her form for a second before it clicked. “Wait! Y/N, I don’t have your-“ He didn’t get the chance to finish, the girl gone from his sight. “Number. Fuck.”

Making his way back to the store Tyler was in, he placed the remainder of his cigarette in his carton, listening to the bell jingle when he walked back in. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up more than it already was, letting out a long breath. “Tpose?” He hollered, stepping further into the shop. He saw no sign of his best friend, frowning slightly. “Tyler?”

“BOO!” Dylan heard, coming face to face with a Jigsaw mask from the other side of a clothes rack. The male let out a small shriek, tripping backwards into a nearby pile of clearance shirts. The person began laughed, the mask lifted away to show the smug face of Tyler Garcia Posey. “I fucking got you. Man, I do love Halloween. Say, why don’t you go as Jigsaw? You can ride into the party on a little tricycle with the creepy laugh and all.”

Dylan grumbled, falling back into the clothes. “Fuck you.”

“I know you love me,” Tyler said. “Have a good smoke?”  

Dylan blinked, contemplating if he should mention his encounter or not. “I met Y/N. You know, the actress from that one show I got hooked on, Time Travelers? Well, more like she crashed into me.”

“Seriously?” Tyler asked. “Don’t you have a crush on her?”

“It’s just a celebrity crush, dude. Nothing is going to happen. She did say to call her sometime so we can do lunch but,” he told his friend, dragging out the ‘but.’  

“Dylan O’Brien failed at getting a girl’s number,” Tyler laughed, receiving a glare from his companion. “Well, maybe you will run into her again. Maybe she will be at the party. Holland was in charge of the invitations, so I don’t even know who got invited this year.”

“Even if she goes, Pose, I won’t know it’s her. Masks, remember?”

“Well, you never know,” Tyler hummed, tossing a white mask at the chocolate-haired actor. "A lot can happen in one night. You may meet her and not know it. Maybe you guys are destined for each other and will naturally find your way together. You will just know she is the one, even with that mask on!” Tyler spewed, holding a Phantom of the Opera mask over his face.

"You really need to chill with the romance movies, dude," Dylan huffed, looking at the white mask Tyler threw at him. He couldn't deny part of him wanted him to be right, though. His eyes narrowed, a short puff of air passing through his lips. Maybe something special will happen...

Dylan huffed, his tongue running unconsciously over the vampire teeth Tyler forced onto his teeth with some weird adhesive, his fingers reaching up to fidget with the white mask on his face. His hair was quiffed up, his face cleanly shaven for the first time in weeks. The black suit he wore felt uncomfortably tight, though he wondered if that was because Tyler insisted he wore the jacket buttoned.  

His eyes trailed over the crowd of people, unable to make out anyone he knew. The only person he knew was Tyler since they had gotten ready and arrived together, Dylan watching his friend flirt with some girl in a tight red dress with a black, shimmering mask, a red hooded cape resting on her shoulders. Little Red Riding Hood, he presumed. Tyler himself was wearing a gold suit to match his white mask, the iconic golden leaf headdress a roman would wear lining the top of the mask. Tyler said he was a "Roman God" for the ladies when they were leaving Dylan's apartment.

Dylan sighed to himself, turning to order a drink from the bar. He had zero desire to move from his spot. In fact, he was more than ready for the night to be over. He had already turned a few girls down for dances, his gut telling him that they knew exactly who he was. No matter how much he hoped and prayed he was overthinking it all, he felt that the mask did nothing to hide his identity from those around him. So, he huddled into the corner of the bar, hoping to be ignored for a while until he could sneak off without the being any retribution from Jeff.  

"You sound like you're having a fun night," he heard next to him. His eyes locked on those hidden by a black, glittery mask, an intricate ribbon and mesh design on the right side.  

Sometimes, fate has a funny way of showing itself. Because, unbeknownst to him, he was staring directly into Y/N eyes, the same eyes of his celebrity crush he saw just over twenty-four hours ago. And unbeknownst to her, she was staring into the eyes of Dylan O'Brien, the same eyes of the broken-hearted man she crashed into the day before.  

This, my friend, is a case of dramatic irony.  

Dylan chuckled, twisting his wrist to shake the amber liquid in his glass. "That obvious, huh?"

"Well, when you are hiding out in a dark corner, brooding and drinking hard liquor? Yeah, I can tell," she chuckled at the man beside her, sipping the martini clutched between her manicured fingers. "I've been to enough of these to know the motions."

"Oh, you fancy now, eh?" He joked.  

"The fanciest," she giggled, stepping closer to him. Dylan didn't bother to back away, his body moving closer to hers on its own. "So, considering this is a Halloween party, I take it you are... Dracula?"

"Vampire of sorts, I guess," he muttered, grinning to show off the fake fangs protruding from his lips. "I don't know if I'm cool enough to be Count Dracula himself. Maybe in a few more years." He stopped talking, his eyes subtly moving down her body to take in her outfit. Her dress matched her mask perfectly, the bodice glittering the same way the mask did. It was a halter dress that was tight enough to show the cleavage she had. Around her waist was a silvery lace-like design, trailing into the skirt. The skirt itself had a similar mesh to her mask that flared out, ending just above her knees. Black, open-toe heels hugged her feet, three bands wrapped securely around her ankle to keep them on. "And you are?"

"You know, this is an ironic encounter," she smiled. Dylan's eyebrow rose, Y/N placing her drink down on the bar. Glancing around for a second, she put a single finger to her mouth to signal being quiet. Her hand drifted to the skirt of her dress, the material dragging up her thigh slowly. The actor's whiskey colored orbs widened, nearly choking on the alcohol against his lips. His mouth watered at the perfect view he got, his eyes finally meeting the black lace garter around her thigh. There was a fake knife and stake pressed between the garter and her leg. "I am a vampire huntress."

"Oooh. I'm so scared," he joked, giving his best evil laugh. Y/N snickered at the sound, her fingers releasing the material and smoothing it out against her skin.  

The two continued to joke round with each other, paying no mind to the party around them. They finished off their drinks, leaning the empty glasses forgotten in the midst of their conversation.

"So, I have a burning question for you," she said, giggling when Dylan's thumb trapped hers between his thumb and his hand, winning the thumb war they were having. "When are you going to ask me to dance, Tuxedo Mask?"  

Dylan was taken aback, his mouth opening and closing a few times to try and find the right words. "I didn’t know you wanted to dance," he admitted truthfully, leaning on the bar and scratching his chin. "I'm kind of a putz when it comes to things like this." He paused, glancing back at the girl. "And Tuxedo Mask?"

"Like from Sailor Moon? Your mask reminds me of Mamoru from Sailor Moon," she said, her fingers tracing the outline of the mask on his face. Dylan could feel the heat radiating from her fingers, relishing is the feeling of her soft skin brushing his occasionally.  

"I think I faintly remember that. I think my sister may have watched it growing up. I can't be entirely sure." Their eyes met, Dylan's lips curling upwards slightly. He pushed off the bar, bowing to the girl, a hand extending in front of her. "Princess, may I have this dance?"  

Y/N smiled, taking the hand of the man she thought she didn't know. "With pleasure."

The two joined the other couples huddled together on the makeshift wooden dancefloor, the current song fading out into a dull hum. A slower, gentler song than before replaced it, billowing from the speakers to fill the room. Y/N giggled to herself, spinning to face the mysterious man, her hair whipping around her body as she faced him. Dylan smiled at the petite female, giving her a better bow than before.

"Milady," he joked. She smiled, curtsying in return. "Shall I have this dance?"

"Absolutely," she told him, her arms locking around his neck. His hands firmly placed themselves on her waist, leading her in a gentle sway to the music. Their eyes met in a solid gaze, smiles forming on their lips as they stared into each other's orbs. His fingers would gently squeeze into her skin through her dress, her body burning without direct contact. She blinked once, Dylan noting how her eyelashes fluttered beautifully, before she leaned further into his hold. The side of her head rested on his chest, their movements along the dance floor never faltering. Dylan smiled to himself, his chin resting on the top of her head.

The music cut out suddenly, the couple pulling apart in confusion. The lights dimmed, two spotlights on the stage in the venue showing the figure of one Tyler Posey strutting about, a microphone in hand. "How's it going Teen Wolf enthusiasts!" The crowd cheered, Y/N giggling at his words. Dylan glanced down at the girl, laughing himself. It wasn't Posey that brought ripped the laughter from inside him though. The sound he heard sliding off her tongue was music to his ears.

"I know this is a masquerade and it ruins the fun to know who people are, but you all know who I am I hope. I am the one, the only, Tyler G. Posey! I am your Scott McCall, true alpha of Beacon Hills. And I wanted to thank everyone on behalf of the Teen Wolf cast and crew for your attendance here tonight. The others are scattered around here somewhere and I hope you guys have had a nice conversation with them without even knowing it. These people are my family and they are genuinely great people," Tyler said, his smile gleaming for everyone to see.

"Man, I wish I could meet them," he heard the female beside him mutter. She caught his glance, carefully licking at her lips to avoid messing up her make up. "I'm such a huge fan of theirs. They seem like the best people on the planet. I would do anything to meet any of them."

Dylan chuckled, gnawing on his bottom lip anxiously. "Well, maybe you have talked to one tonight. You just never know, right?" He asked, his words as subtle as a brick through a window. He wasn't sure why but he wanted this girl in front of him to know he was Dylan O'Brien. He was one of the people she admired from Teen Wolf. He didn't want to hide things from her and yet, he didn't even know who she was.  

Y/N chuckled, nodding her head at his comment. "Maybe. I don’t know how many people I talked to before running into you at the bar. I probably talked to my favorite people and I will never have known." Dylan frowned slightly at her words, choosing to stay quiet.  

"So, as any good party goes, I think it's time we kick it up a notch and get this party started!" Dylan heard Tyler shout to the crowd of people, their ecstatic roars filling the air. "So, let me see you assholes have some fun!"

Tyler put his hand out, dropping the mic and pumping his arms up in the air. Everyone in the room whooped at him when he jumped off the stage. Dylan laughed at his friend's actions, shaking his head. The bass kicked up around them, strobe lights beginning to flicker in the dark atmosphere and fog machines running and coating around their feet. Tyler was starting a giant group dance to the techno-like song, people either bouncing around happily or dancing with someone else, their bodies pressing close to one another.

Dylan sighed, turning to Y/N. "I doubt you want to dance to this now. We should get out of here before they get rowdy."

She laughed cheerfully, shaking her head. "Hell no! I only got one dance with you. I'm not ready to stop now." She paused, her index finger tracing along his chest. "The real question now is do you still want to dance with me?"

He saw a sparkle in her eyes behind her mask. Maybe it was the strobe lights playing tricks on him or maybe it was the bits of alcohol flowing through his system, but it made him want to stay more than before. "You're sure?" He asked hesitantly, his tongue running over his licks as he spoke.

Y/N smirked up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck like before. However, this time, her body was closer to his, her hips digging into his slightly. The actor had to fight to suppress his moans, his hands instinctively gripping her waist tightly. ""I'm sure, Tuxedo Mask."

No words needed to be shared. The confirmation was clear. Their bodies rocked steadily against each other to the beat of the music, limbs sliding against each other. The male's hands rubbed her waist, traveling to her back and occasionally dipping down to grab her ass. The female's fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck, her breasts pressing against his broad chest firmly.  

The song changed, the tempo still upbeat and invigorating their senses. Y/N spun in the dark-haired man's arms, his hands wrapping around her frame to rest on her stomach. His hands were placed atop his, their fingers lacing together naturally. Her ass pressed against his groin, Dylan's cock twitching in the slacks he was wearing. In an effort to shield his noises, his head buried into her neck, his hand having pushed her hair over the opposite shoulder.  

"Damn," she mumbled to herself, her head leaning back against his shoulder. Dylan grinned into her neck, his lips brushing her skin softly. He faintly heard her continuing to mumble curses under her breath, her breathing picking up and slipping passed her lips in short pants. Sweat dripped down their brows from the sheer heat their bodies emitted towards each other, the tightly packed group of people around them having zero effect on them. Their bodies were aflame strictly from their contact with the other.  

"Shit," Dylan mumbled into her neck, his breath fanning over her skin. The girl in his arms did nothing to hide her moan, the noise getting drowned out by the pounding music that echoed around the room. Dylan could feel his cock hardened even more, twitching into her ass. Her already labored breathing shortened even more, her eyes fluttering shut. Her body relaxed into his arms, her legs feeling like jelly.

"Hey handsome," he huffed out, Dylan barely catching her words. He lifted his head from her neck, looking down at the girl in his arms. Her eyes remained closed, a small smile gracing her lips. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh," Dylan pouted, his arms slowly beginning to unwind from her waist. She straightened her body slightly, smoothing out her dress, and taking a deep breath. She took a step, stopping short to look back at him.  

"I'm not entirely sure where it is. Can you... maybe show me the way?" She asked, her eyes glinting mischievously. Dylan's mouth fell open, no words able to come out. Thus, he opted for a simple nod of the head, his hand linking with hers to drag her in the direction of the bathrooms. Dylan glanced around nervously, unsure if people would catch him leading his girl away, but no one seemed to pay him any mind. And within what seemed like seconds, they were standing in front of the single bathroom doors.

"Here we are," he stated shortly, not knowing what else to say. He shuffled between his feet, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He glanced down at his feet, afraid to look at her in the eye.

"Yeah. Thanks..." He trailed off, opening the door and flicking on the light. She paused before entering, looking back at him. "Hey handsome?"

"Yeah?" He replied, swallowing dryly as he glanced up at her. His eyes narrowed on the enticing smile she wore, his bottom lip tugged between her lips slightly. She said nothing, looking down the hallway in both directions once.  

In one swift motion, her hand wrapped around his blazer, forcefully pulling the man into the bathroom. The door was shut and locked behind him. Their bodies swung around until his hands were pressed to the door, her back against the polished wood. She was looking up at him expectedly, Dylan looking down at her. Their noses brushed the tiniest bit, darkened, lustful eyes locked together. Dylan licked at his lips, pondering what to do for a second. But, all inhibitions were thrown out the window and long forgotten with one simple statement.    

"Fuck it," he mumbled.

His head dipped down, lips colliding with hers in one hard kiss. His hands moved up to cup her cheeks at the same time her hands grabbed at his blazer, twisting into the material. Low moans were lost between them their lips moving quickly and ferociously against each other. His head tilted to the side, his lips naturally enveloping hers. The sounds of their fast, open mouth kisses filled the room, lips smacking against each other noisily bouncing off the ceramic walls.  

Dylan's tongue passed over her lips once before slithering into her mouth and drowning out her loud moan. The wet article ran over her own, massaging it gently at first, rapidly growing fiercer. He memorized every inch of her mouth, their tongues tangling together every time he tried to move to a new spot. Occasionally he would pull away for a single breath of air before delving back in for more only for their tongued to battle visibly between their parted lips.  

His fingers brushed her cheeks, her fingers casually unbuttoning his blazer and the top buttons of his shirt. Dylan pulled from the kiss, his lips traveling down her jawline to her neck. The fangs in his mouth brushed at her skin, nipping at it. Y/N mewled, Dylan's grin obvious against her neck. His nibbling increased, carefully biting at the juncture between her neck and shoulder.  

"Fuck," she uttered, her head falling back against the door. Her fingers fumbled with his shirt more, tugging restlessly to get the bottom of it untucked from his slacks. Her fingers worked on the remaining buttons, pushing his shirt open the second the last button came apart. The actor groaned into her neck, his shoulders fidgeting to shrug at least the blazer off.  

His lips moved back to linger over hers, soft kisses shared between the two. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, wrapping his arms back around her waist once he was done. Her hands trailed up his bare torso, nails raking along his skin unconsciously. Y/N wasn't bothered when she felt him tugging at the top of her dress, the bodice pulled just below her breasts. Pulling away briefly to look, he realized the sight was magical, Dylan's mouth practically watering at the display in front of him. Perfectly round mounds, hardened nipples from the chilled air, breasts pushed upwards slightly by the dress tucked snuggly under them.  

His eyes darted to meet hers, leaning back up to kiss her. His hands moved down to her thighs, lifting her from the floor and pressing her harder against the door. The female mewled quietly, legs swinging around his hips, hands placed upon his shoulders for support. Their lips moved quickly against each other for a second before Dylan pulled away abruptly, moving his lips down to encircle her nipple. His tongue flicked at the hard peak, his lips tugging at it when he pulled away from the kiss. The fangs in his mouth scraped against the skin of her breast, the feeling nothing more than pleasurable. Her fingers laced in his hair, tugging at the roots whenever she felt the familiar skim of the vampiric feature touching her body. He swapped breasts at one point, the points of the teeth scratching her skin, red marks left between them and his lips sucking dark marks in their wake.  

She pulled his head away from her chest, the distinct pop of his mouth leaving her nipple bouncing between the walls. Their eyes locked for a single second before drifting closed again, their lips meeting in a messy kiss. Y/N was placed carefully on the floor, her heels clicking as she landed, Dylan pulling her body away from the door. They stumbled around the small room, her hands working on the button on his slacks. His back collided with the sink, a low grunt of pain lost in her throat. She pulled from him, a sad smile forming.

"Sorry. That was an accident," she mumbled, pecking his lips.  

"It's fine," he replied, rubbing his back slightly.  

Y/N blinked once, her smile widening. "Let me make you feel better," she whispered seductively, pecking his lips. The dark-haired man socked his head in confusion. "I can turn that pain into pleasure."

She dropped to her knees carefully, tugging his slacks and boxer briefs down once she was situated. He didn't see it, but her eyes widened to the size of golf balls at the size of his erect cock springing free from its confines, slapping his stomach proudly. The tip was red, precum oozing from the slit. It twitched occasionally, eagerly awaiting some form of contact. She licked at her lips, taking him gently in the palm of her hand.

Dylan let out a prolonged moan when he felt the sensation of her hand stroking his shaft. Her hand gripped him firmly, but not enough to hurt him. Her lips brushed to the head of his cock, his tongue smoothing over it to taste his salty sweet juices that seeped out. His hand moved without knowing it, digging into the loose hairs on the back of her head.  

Her lips wrapped around the head, her hollowed cheeks adding to the sucking she was providing him. Her hand continued to move along his entire length, the motion a slow, lucid one. Her groaned at the taunting, his fingers tightening in her locks and pushing her further into him. She complied without hesitation, beginning to bob her head up and down his shaft, sucking hard at the head whenever she got to it. Her tongue swirled around him, tracing the pulsing vein on the underside of his length. His moans caused her to hum happily, the sound vibrating down his length.  

His hips bucked forward, a small gag meeting his lips. Dylan mumbled a short apology, receiving no verbal response. Y/N's head just bobbed faster, her hand releasing his length to cup his balls instead. The tip tapped at the back of her throat consistently, Dylan grunting louder and louder every time. He twitched against her cheeks, his breathing picking up. His cheeks flared up, reddening as he was worked towards his orgasm. He tried to fight it, but it came anyway.  

Literally.  

Something snapped inside him, streams of white cum spilling from the tip. The liquid slid down her throat in waves, the girl on her knees swallowing every drop he released greedily. She sucked at him, bobbing her head to milk him of every bit he had inside him. His hold on her hair lessened, petting the top of her head to calm himself more than her. He groaned when he felt himself twitch one last time, every ounce of fluid he had built up gone.

His gaze drifted down to her, his eyes half closed from the pleasure he had felt. She pulled away from his cock, her tongue skillfully circling her lips to gather any drop that may have escaped. "Fuck, that was hot," he panted, letting his head fall back and his shoulder slump. A light giggle was heard followed by the click of heels, indicating her standing up.  

"Good," she mused, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Now, I need you to do me a favor."

Dylan swallowed dryly, his Adam's Apple bobbing in his throat. He moved to look at her, not realizing how close she was until his lips brushed against hers. Her lips were soft and parted slightly, allowing him to feel her breath escaping through the gap. It smelled faintly of a mixture of alcohol and mint, and he found it surprisingly arousing. He licked at his lips, the tip skimming hers. "Anything," he finally breathed out.

"Fuck me, please," she panted.  

Dylan felt his lungs contract, his breathing halting. Any reasonable person would deny hooking up with a stranger, especially knowing both parties have had a fair amount to drink. But something pulled him in. And that something caused all inhibitions to fly out the window. "Abso-fucking-lutely," he huffed.

Dylan spun on his heel and trapped her to the wall by the sink. His hands lifted her dress, bending long enough to pull the black lace from her nethers, carefully lifting each heeled foot to remove it from her body. She watched him calmly, grinning when she saw him staring at the lace in his hand with a smirk, licking at his lips, and placing it on the edge of the sink. Her legs were around his waist as soon as he stood up, his hands gripping tightly into her thighs. One hand rested on his shoulder, the other used to hike the dress up her waist. She mewled feeling his cock, fully erect once more, sliding along her folds, lubricating itself in her juices.

"Don't tease," she whined at him, Dylan laughing at her words. He used one hand to align himself with her entrance, his arm muscles flexing as it strained to keep her upright. The head of his cock prodded at her pussy, slightly dipping inside before he pulled out. Her whining grew louder and more consistent, her nail digging into his flesh. "Please."

"Anything for you, Princess," he finally uttered, his hips shifting forward until his cock was fully sheathed inside her. They moaned into the air together, Dylan's head burying into her neck. His body stilled, attempting to get accustomed to the tight feeling around him. He couldn't recall the last time he had sex so it felt unfamiliar to him. Yet, the feeling was warming and comforting. He never wanted to leave it. He never wanted to move from it.

Though his cock, and the girl in his arms, didn't share the feeling.

She whimpered after a minute, her body moving against his. Dylan bit at his lip when he felt his cock shifting inside her, sliding in and out of her with the subtlest movement. He regretted his own action, the fangs he was forced to wear cutting into his lip and drawing a small amount of blood. He pulled from her neck, his tongue running over the cut to soothe it.

"Aw, my prince hurt himself," he mused, kissing him sweetly, not bothered by the blood on his lips. The kiss was short-lived, Y/N pulled away to stare into his whiskey orbs through the mask's openings. "Maybe if you move, it'll ease the pain you are feeling."

His brow furrowed, unsure what she meant until her hips bucked his, a sharp breath leaving her lips. With his own deep breath, his hips pulled away from hers, his cock slowly sliding free of her walls before snapping back against her, cock deep inside her instantly. His motions remained slow for the first couple, listening to the growing volume of her dragged out moans. The louder her noises got, the harder and faster his thrusts became.  

It wasn't long until he was pounding into her relentlessly, shoving her roughly into the wall behind her. One hand remained clenching her thigh, the other resting on the wall beside her to support his weight. Her nails dug into his shoulders, occasionally raking down his chest, leaving dark red marks in their path. Her wall clamped around him, juices seeping out and lubricating his length to improve his thrusts. The tip of his cock hit her g-spot every time he moved forward, a loud moan ripping from her throat when he did. The sound of their sweaty skin slapping against each other echoed around the bathroom, amplified by the small space.  

She lifted his head to face hers, her lips smashing against his. His hips faltered momentarily in surprise, resuming his motions even faster than before, energized by the sensual kiss on his lips. His groans were lost in her throat, enthralled by the feelings she gave him. Her soft lips to his, her hands moving up to grip his hair, her walls hugging around him tightly, her bare breasts rubbing against his chest when she pushed herself against him. His senses were on overdrive, his mind blanking about everything but the task at hand: the orgasm he wanted to share with this girl he didn't know.

His movements grew sloppier, his hands moving down to squeeze her ass. She mewled into his mouth, her body beginning to shake against him. He pulled away from her, his lips close enough to brush hers as he spoke. "Cum for me, Princess," he muttered. She couldn't speak, moving to bury her head in his neck. She kissed at his skin, sucking and nipping dark marks along his jugular. "Fuck, baby. Cum with me."

Dylan felt a hard bite on his neck, his movements stumbling. His cock sputtered inside her, her walls closing around him in one quick second. She moaned into his neck, her toes curling into her heels and her back arching off the wall, pushing her into him. Her fingers tightened in his hair, yanking at the brown locks. He grunted loudly, her juices spilling out around his cock, coating his skin. The warmth and moisture sent him spiraling, his seed ejecting from the tip deep inside of her pussy, mixing with her own juices. His movements calmed, slowing to a gentle thrust, riding out their shared orgasm.  

He stilled inside her, leaning his forehead against her shoulder. Her head fell back against the wall, her hands dropping back to his shoulders. Their chested heaved in unison, steadily breathing to calm their heightened heart rates. They stayed in this position for a few minutes, his cock softening inside her, their bodies relaxing against each other. When he heard let out a deep breath, he took it as a sign to let her down, cock free, keeping one hand on her waist as insurance, noting her body wobbling on shaky legs.

She glanced up at him, pecking his lips. "God, that was the best I've ever had," she mumbled. Dylan blinked, thinking back on every sexual experience he had. And he couldn't argue that he agreed.

"It really was," he said in return, licking his lips. She giggled, moving away to smooth out her dress, grabbing her purse that he didn't realize had been tossed into the corner long forgotten. She glanced in the mirror, reapplying some bits of make-up, giving him time to fix his clothes. His shirt was rebuttoned and tucked back into his slacks, his blazer found by the door and slung over his arm. As soon as he deemed himself decent, Dylan shuffled over to the girl, wrapping his arms around her waist. She laughed when he placed a kiss to her cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. "I'm glad I met you, Tuxedo Mask."

"And I'm glad I met you, Princess. I really needed this actually," he confessed. She didn't question, just nodded at his words. Dylan was more than grateful for that. "And, thanks for these," he told her, picking up the panties that were still on the sink, stuffing them in his back pocket.  

"Hey! I liked those!"  

"Well, think of this as Cinderella now. I can use these to find you at a later time," he joked. He saw her roll her eyes behind her black mask, shaking her head.

"I'm sure you're very popular with the ladies and any girl would claim they are hers. You have a shitty Cinderella story, my friend." She turned in his arms, pulling him down into a fierce kiss that lasted a few seconds. "Now, we should get back to the party. I'm sure we have friends we came with that are looking for us."

Dylan silently agreed, throwing his blazer on quickly. His fingers laced with hers, leading her from the bathroom and down the hall wordlessly. The party still seemed to be in full swing, music blaring through the speakers, though the crowd had thinned out a bit. Dylan was sad when she pulled from his grasp the second they hit the main hall, telling him that she was going to find her friend. She disappeared into the crowd before he could say anything more, not getting the chance to ask her name or her number.  

The actor frowned, trudging his way to the bar for another drink, all traces of his prior drinks gone from his system. He sipped on the bottle of Budweiser, leaning his entire weight on his arms on the bar.  

"Dyldo!" He heard behind him, Tyler leaning on the bar next to him. "Are you having fun?"

Dylan remained quiet, contemplating his answer. "I guess I am."

"You guess?" Tyler questioned, staring at his friend. His eyes ran up and down the chocolate-haired man's frame, his uneven jaw falling open. "Is that a hickey?" Tyler poked at Dylan's neck, said man shooing the hand away. "Dude, you got laid, didn't you? Oh my God!"

"Will you shut up?" Dylan glared, shoving the Hispanic man. "It's not like it meant anything. She disappeared before I could ask her name or to try and get her number. We were just drunk and in the moment, I guess," he huffed, ruffling his hair.  

"Well, maybe she hasn't left yet. Don't give up just yet! Try to find her now! The party is about to end, so whoever is still here will be heading out soon."  

Dylan's eyebrows scrunched together. "It's about to end already? What time is it?" He pat at his pockets, realizing that his phone was missing. "Fuck, where is my phone?"

"It's fine, dude. We will find it. We will just retrace your footsteps!" Tyler tried to reassure him. Dylan just groaned, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Excuse me. Tuxedo Mask?" Dylan's head snapped up, turning to find her standing behind him. His mouth fell open, closing immediately after. Her hand was extended, his phone in her palm. "You dropped this earlier. I thought I should return it before I left."  

Dylan took the phone, struggling to find the words he needed. The second his mouth opened, she had turned and was making her way out the door. Curses slipped from his tongue instead of the question he had gathered the courage to ask her.  

"Dude, go after her!" Tyler yelled at him, forcefully shoving his friend towards the door. Dylan glanced at his friend, nodding and bolting for the door, Tyler hot on his tail.  

The door slammed open, Dylan ignoring the rush of cold air October offered him in the late hour. He scanned the people and cars gathered at the entrance, trying to find the girl he needed in his life. And he found her standing by a black car a couple yards away.  

The sight made his heart stop.

Her mask was in her hand, sliding her arms through a jacket he presumed was in the car to keep her warm. But that was when he realized who she was. He wasn't sure how he didn't pick up on it before, and he was ashamed. Her eyes burned into his soul, her features exactly the same as it was when he ran into her the other day. Y/N glanced back at the door, their eyes locking even from the distance they were at. She gave him a small smile that made his stomach flip, waving at him before sliding into the car.

He watched the car drive away, Tyler stopping next to him. "Did you get her?" He asked, looking at Dylan. He frowned at the look on his friend's face. "What?"

"It was Y/N..." Dylan said lowly, running his hand through his hair. "It was Y/N."

"You mean..."

"Yes. That Y/N. My celebrity crush, Y/N. Fuck. I just had sex with my celebrity crush." He walked over to a nearby bench, collapsing onto it. "And I don't think it's just a crush anymore."

Dylan sighed, popping another piece of chocolate in his mouth. It was officially Halloween, four days after the party, and four days since he had been with Y/N. He wanted nothing more than to mope, eating the bag of chocolate he grabbed from Target when he was buying new batteries for his x-box controllers. He had zero contact with people, holing himself up in his apartment. Tyler had texted him, though Dylan only gave him short replies. He wasn't in the mood for anything.

His phone rang beside him, Dylan taking the time to glance at who it was for the first time in days. The number was unknown, his forehead wrinkling in confusion. He pondered over what to do, his thumb finally swiping at the green button.  

"Hello?"

"Um, hi," her voice filled his ears. "Is this Dylan? Dylan O'Brien?"

This caused him to sit up from his couch. "Yes? Who is this?"

"This is Y/N." His breathing stopped, his face paling. Was this a joke? "You know, from the street? And the party?"  

"What?" He blurted out.

"Seriously, Dylan? The girl you drank with. Danced with." She paused, only her faint breathing heard. "Had sex in a bathroom with."

"S-seriously?" He stumbled over his words, trying to determine if this was real. "How did you even get my phone number?"

"You remember when I gave you back your phone? I may have taken your phone when I gave you that blow job. And took your number from it."

"Oh my God. I was hacked," he laughed sincerely, hearing her laugh in return.

"Yes, you were," she giggled. "I was wonder if, maybe, you wanted to get together today? If you have nothing planned of course."

"No," he shot, cursing himself when he realized what he said. "Shit, I didn't mean no I don't want to see you. I definitely want to see you. I mean no, I don't have plans. I was just going to stay home and bury myself in my room with Netflix or something."

"Avoiding trick-or-treaters?" She jabbed, Dylan laughing at her words.  

"Maybe I am," he retorted. "You can come over if you want. We can just chill here and avoid the fiasco that is kids wanting candy. I will text you my address?"  

"Oh, I like that plan," she cheered, Dylan smiling at her excitement. "I prefer to avoid trick-or-treaters personally, especially because there's always someone that points out that I'm famous and I get bombarded with fans asking for autographs and pictures. Do they not realize I'm just chilling in my pajamas?"

"Oh my God, you understand me on a personal level," he laughed. "So, yeah. We can just relax here, have a meal, watch some tv or something. But, you can come over on one condition."

"Oh?"

"Bring pizza. No pineapple though," he chuckled.

"Deal." The line went silent after that, only beeping twice to signal the call ending.

Dylan rushed to clean up his apartment once he had texted her his address, tossing all the candy wrappers that littered his floor away. Time seemed to fly by, his home barely recognizable by the time he heard a knock on the door, finding her there with a pepperoni pizza in hand. He ushered her inside, locking the door behind her.

The two found themselves perched on the couch, nibbling on slices of greasy, cheesy goodness, chatting about random things. As much as the actor enjoyed it, he wondered why she was here now, and even more how she knew it was him. He placed his pizza down, Y/N giving him an odd look.  

"I'm sorry. I just have one question for you. Alright, two questions actually," he said. She stared at him, Dylan taking it as a sign to proceed. "How did you know it was me?"

The actress leaned over, picking up his phone. She clicked it on, showing him the evident picture of him and Tyler flipping off the camera, large smiles on their faces. "I'm pretty sure you're not Tyler Posey, especially since he was on stage while I was with you. Then you were not very good at hiding that you were from Teen Wolf when I said that I wanted to meet them. Your eyes give you away. They are super gorgeous and only you have brown eyes like this. And your voice is very distinct to me," she listed out for him, giggling to herself, Dylan watching her amused and stunned that she could name things so easily. It was as he feared. Even with a mask, he could be recognized with no effort. "Besides, I always know when I'm talking to my celebrity crush."

Dylan's face flushed. "What?"

"That must be your favorite word. You ask me 'what' a lot. Is it that hard to believe that I have a crush on you, Dyl?" She scooted closer to him, running her fingers along his arm. "You're handsome and talented and smart. You have an amazing personality. You're so genuine. What isn't there to like about you? I have been obsessed with you since I first saw you as Stiles. It was pretty easy to pick you out of the crowd, even with the mask."

Dylan gaped at her, completely flabbergasted. "Damn. I feel so stupid for not realizing I was with you the entire time. I'm such a horrible person."

"No, you aren't," she reassured him, pecking his lips, succeeded in shocking him. "I'm just good at hiding myself from you."

"Not much better," he grumbled. "So, that brings me to my second question. And I hope you understand that I mean no offense by this. But, why are you here?"

She bit at her lips, staring down at her lap. "I mean, I took your phone number because I wasn't ready to say goodbye. I wanted to spend more time with you. Especially after we... you know. It just took me a few days to gather the courage to call you."  

"Why would you want to get to know me?" He inquired further, leaning closer to her.  

Their noses brushed, his breath fanning over her lips. She couldn't breathe properly, finding him completely intoxicating. "Maybe I have more than a crush. Maybe I want to act on these feelings that I have hidden deep inside me." She licked her lips, locking eyes with his dark brown ones. "Maybe I love you more than I should for not knowing you very well."

"Well," he started, his hand landing on her waist. His fingers traced small circles on her skin. "Maybe I feel the same. Maybe I want to make us a reality. And maybe we can work on that getting to know each other part."

Her hands went to his cheeks, skimming his chiseled jawline. "I like that idea," she mumbled. "Can we start now?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," he muttered, attaching his lips to hers. He tugged her body closer by her waist, her leg swinging over his lap. Her hands caressed his face, his hands pushing her shirt further up her body. Their lips moved hastily against one another, their heads tilting to the side, allowing their lips to collide easier. His lips took control instantly, sucking at her bottom lip. Their tongues tangled together between their parted lips.  

Dylan lifted the girl off the couch, her legs locking around his waist. The couple stumbled towards his room, her back colliding with the wall a few times since Dylan refused to stop kissing her long enough to get her into the comfort of his bed. She groaned against his lips, the sounds of their kissing filling the hallway.

Their kiss broke when he arrived in his room, dropping his crush onto his plush bed, her limbs tangling in his dark blue sheets and blankets. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching his hands work on the button of her jeans, ridding her of the material quickly. Her purple bikini-cut panties were removed next, ending up on a lamp across the room when Dylan tossed them away at random.  

He stood up straight, Y/N admiring the man's frame when he removed his shirt. His sweats hung low on his waist, the band of his boxers peeking out the top. He noted the patched of hair on his chest and stomach, the delicious happy trail leading to the cock she had dreamt about for days. He had traces of a six pack, though his muscles were stealthily hidden by the dark patch of hair. He had the cutest moles on his chest, particularly one right around his nipple, that matched the ones that lined his jaw and cheeks.  

Dylan caught her staring, smirking when he dropped the shirt to the floor. "Like what you see?"

"Yes, I do," she hummed. "I didn't get to admire much at the party."

"Well, you can admire a lot more in the future," he chuckled, tugging her legs until she was on the edge of the bed. She squealed at the tug, watching Dylan disappear between her legs.  

His breath hit her core, Dylan licking a long stripe through her folds, ending at her clit. The tip pressed into the swollen nub, flicking at it playfully. Y/N just moaned at the feeling, her fingers tugging at his sheets and her back arching off the bed. His tongue would dip down into her pussy, delving deep inside and lapping at the juices that leaked freely onto his taste buds. He hummed against her, enjoying a mixture of the taste of her and the sound of her moans. His tongue thrust as far as it could, swirling in endless circles.

His mouth pulled from her, placing itself back at her clit, lips wrapped around the nub. Two fingers snuck their way between her legs instead, sliding easily inside her core. She mewled at the feeling, his fingers thrusting quickly from the start. They curled just the slightest at the ends, pressing into her sweet spot continuously. They rubbed at the sensitive walls, his sucking growing stronger with his thrusts. His fingers would even spread her open wide, opening her for his tongue to sink inside for a taste. He scissored her entrance like that, relishing in the taste of her fluids.

Her body was shaking, writhing around on his bed. Her moans grew louder, the coil inside her winding tighter every time his fingers slide back inside her, scissoring her core, his tongue kitten licking her clit. When he brushed her g-spot for the umpteenth time, she snapped, body convulsing at she came around his fingers. The slick feeling and sound of his fingers thrusting into her, coated in her arousal, made his cock more erect, stiffening in his sweat pants.  

His fingers were removed when she finally relaxed, his tongue running over them to clean them. He moved to hover over her, placing a hard kiss, tasting of her, to her lips. She hummed happily, not seeming to be bothered by this. He smiled against her lips, pulling her up into a sitting position, breaking the kiss only to remove her shirt and bra. His hips wiggled around as he struggled to push his sweats and boxers off his body without breaking the new kiss they shared, the clothes left in a puddle of fabric.  

Dylan wrapped his arms around her waist, rolling onto the bed. His back pressed to the bed, her body lying atop his. Their chests pressed together, his cock twitching happily between their stomachs. Y/N giggled, lifting herself off of him, staring into his beautifully brown eyes. "What's this all about?"

"You being on top," he laughed, leaning back on the bed, his arms behind his head like he was relaxing. "I figured since I pounded you into the wall of that bathroom, you would want to get some action of your own this time."

"Wow, a guy that actually allows a girl to fuck him? That's hot," she joked, Dylan's lips forming a tight line. "I'm kidding, babe. I like your thinking. Relax."

"I like that name," he mumbled, Y/N giving him a look. "Babe. It has a nice ring to it." She laughed, leaning down to kiss him.  

"Well, get used to it."

She moved one hand between their bodies, aligning his large cock with her pussy, her hips moving down until he was deep inside her. He fought back his moans, reveling in the tight feeling once more. Her body stilled, circling her hips slowly as she got accustomed to his size. His hands situated themselves on her waist instead of behind his head, holding her firmly.

He watched her, shifting slightly on the bed to look at her better, admiring her beauty for a moment. This was the first time he was seeing her naked, and she couldn't be more perfect to him. He loved every inch of her, whether it was perfect or not. She was amazing as she was. The way her hair fell on her shoulders, the way her eyes shined in the dim light of his room, the way her body felt against his. He could spend hours with her and never get tired of it.

Her hands met his chest, her hips rocking forward against his. His cock slid out of her slowly, sinking back in when her hips met his again. Dylan did nothing to bite back his noises this time, a low, gruff moan filling his bedroom. The sound of his moans only encouraged her to move more, her rocking growing faster and harder. Her hips slammed against his, the sound of skin against skin mixing with their moans.  

Dylan's eye trailed down her body, watching her breasts bounce with her thrusts, his mouth watering at the perky nipples and red marks he left the other night that had begun to fade. He looked down to her hands, her nails leaving fresh claw marks over the ones that had started to disappear. His gaze focused on the sight of his cock disappearing inside her tight pussy, emerging covered in her juices and glistening proudly. He loved how their bodies fit together perfectly whenever she slammed back onto him, mewling at the way the tip of his cock pressed into her g-spot.

His hands squeezed at her waist, his knees bending slightly behind her. She stopped her movements, eyeing him suspiciously. "Dyl?"

"Yes?" He replied calmly.

"What are you doing, babe?"

"Pleasing you," he retorted, grinning slyly. Using his feet as leverage, his hips bucked upwards into your body rapidly, his cock pounding deep into your pussy. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, though it didn't last long. With only a few hard thrusts and their bodies colliding together in violent pleasure, she was screaming his name. Her breasts bounced more than before. Her eyes slid closed in ecstasy. Her walls tightened around him, hugging at his shaft firmly.  

Her body bounced atop his, his hips bucking up to meet hers in an endless cycle of pleasure. Her head fell back, her screams echoing around the room. His hands released her waist, taking her hands from his chest and linking their fingers together. She squeezed at them, the sparks that emitted from one simple touch fueling their system. They felt connected in every way possible.  

Sweat dripped down both their brows, their movements becoming sluggish. Her body quivered on his, her walls clutching at his length. His thrusts grew sloppy, his legs tightening in an attempt to drive them both to their end. Her toes curled into his sheets, her hands squeezing at his. There was a knot inside of them both, one shared knot, that untangled simultaneously. Her juices seeped out around him, mixing with the streams of hot, white cum that shot from his tip. The warmth of their mixed arousals fixed her core, a happy sigh befalling both their lips. His thrusts eased, their bodies rocking together, her body leaning forward until they were chest to chest, hands still entangled together at their sides.  

Their bodies stilled together, relaxing with their post-orgasms. His cock stayed inside her, neither caring to move from their current position. Her head pressed into his neck, kissing at it softly. Dylan chuckled, tilting his head to kiss her forehead.  

"Let me take you out for lunch sometime," he whispered. Y/N laughed, remembering how she said they should get lunch the first time they ran into each other on the street.

"Sounds like a date," she joked. "You're such a gentleman, Dyl."  

"What can I say? I know how to treat my girl," he retorted, Y/N shaking her head at him.  

"My man is the best."

The two heard a knock at the door, the faint billow of "Trick or Treat" heard across the apartment. Dylan groaned, releasing her hands to rub his face. "Fuck. It's Halloween. And the sun set while we were fucking. So, the kids are about."

"Just ignore them," she whispered, moving his hands and pecking his lips. "You have a newly acquired girlfriend, though you didn't ask me out properly, here in your bed. I think we have some more important things to worry about than some kids wanting candy." She winked at him, rolling her hips into his. His cock hardened inside of her, both parties moaning softly.  

"Alright, I like that idea," he grumbled, ruffling his hair. "But before we do that, I have to ask. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"I thought you'd never ask, babe," she smiled, kissing his lips. She rolled their bodies over, her arms around his neck. "Now, let's continue, shall we?"  

"With pleasure, Princess," he stated quietly, locking lips with hers.

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About Me

I was tagged by @dawne-sharlotte

Name/nickname: Ginia, Little One

Gender: Female

Star sign: Cancer

Height: 4’11”

Hogwarts House: Equal parts Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Depends on what kinda day the Sorting Hat catches me on.

Favourite animal: Doggos!!!

Hours of sleep: 6

Dogs or cats: Doggos. See above.

Number of blankets: Right now? 2.

Dream trip: Japan. Or I’d like to visit Paris again, this time with my husband instead of school friends.

Dream job: Princess or voice actor.

Time: 7:25 am AT

Birthday: July 9.

Favorite Bands: Imagine Dragons, Within Temptation, Nightwish.

Favorite Solo Artists: *makes a face* I can’t think of anyone...

Song Stuck In My Head: You’ll Be Back from the Hamilton soundtrack.

Last Movie I watched: In theaters: Kingsman: The Golden Circle. At home: The Dark Tower. We’re seeing Thor Ragnarok today, though!

Last Show I Watched: Last Week Tonight with John Oliver

When Did I Create My Blog: In March but I only started posting in June or something.

What Do I Post/Reblog: Mostly FFXV stuff and anything I find funny.

Last Thing I Googled:  “intravenous pyelogram”

Other Blogs: Do I has them? No.

Do I Get Asks: Sometimes.  The more the merrier, though!!

Why I Choose My URL: I created this blog in like 15 seconds and Ginia or TheGinia is my go-to username since foreverrrrr.

Following: 101

Followers: 115

Lucky Number: today? Google says it’s 4

Favorite Instrument:Violin and flute.

What Am I Wearing: Pyjama pants and a husband t-shirt. (I’m in bed, sorry. Woulda dressed up had I known!)

Favorite Food: All of it? Particularly sushi, tacos, and donairs. Oh and mushrooms! Oooh and blueberry pie! Mmm and broccoli salad!!! Food. I like food.

Nationality: Canadian

Favorite Song: I don’t really have one.  It’s situational. Currently maybe Believer by Imagine Dragons? Or Choosing Hope because I keep singing it around the house like the FF nerd I am.

Last Book Read: A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J Maas

Top Three Fictional Universes I’d Like To Join: FFXV, Harry Potter, or Merlin.  

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Blindspot 2x22 recap

(Aka the one where they stop Phase 2 and Jeller finally get their act together)

Delayed by long work hours, an interstate trip for a traditional Indian engagement ceremony (which was AWESOME), and not in the least by my complete inability to deal with any of this episode at all ever.

There is so much screaming ahead, oh my god.

Alright kids, buckle up. This is gonna be a long ride.

Aaand we're back with Weller and Keaton in the Doomsday bunker, and you just know it's gotta be the end of the world when these two are willingly teaming up. As much as I still hate what Keaton did (like really, really hate it), I have to say I really enjoy his and Weller's dynamic as reluctant partners. I also enjoy that Weller is waaay taller than Keaton, and that he's the more dominant one in the pair, with Keaton totally following along like a lil sidekick. Damn straight, son. Know your place, which-- except for this brief excursion-- is in the trash. And okay tbh I would have actually been a little bit intrigued to see what the ‘New America’ would have been like with the COGS in command? I mean it’s not like the current governing body is doing a particularly stellar job.... plus I always really liked Julia Chang and Agent Valentine... and we all know Weller is a great leader. Too bad he and Keaton couldn't have included those two ladies in their little escape plan tho, that would have been a badass team. But obviously we have no idea who is Sandstorm here and who isn't. It's interesting that Weller chose to trust Keaton-- like could he really be sure Keaton wasn't one of them? Though I guess Keaton nearly lost a daughter through his involvement with one of the tattoos, so that makes him being Sandstorm fairly unlikely. And he had Jane for months, so surely he would have just taken her to Shepherd. Anyway lol I love that Keaton practically has to run to keep up with Weller's long, determined strides. And when Keaton is slowing him down with questions etc, Weller’s all like SHUT UP AND MOVE, I GOTTA GET BACK TO MY TEAM. And ugh Keaton, bless you you little jerk: "Your team, or Jane?" Um, why not both?? He can care about both. But lbr mostly Jane tho. But omg I love Weller's 'excuse u??' face as Keaton is calling him out on basically not trusting anyone-- except for Jane, despite everything that’s happened. Uhhh, it's because he looooves her, idiot. And he's kinda sorta almost sure she loves him too. Maybe. Hopefully. Which is all the more reason to get back to her so he can find out. And lol he just shuts down the conversation and continues looking for a phone and Keaton just like rolls his eyes and follows haha. Oh Keaton, you’re a pile of trash but you’re our pile of trash 

Ughhhhhhh now Jane is wandering in Weller's office, leaving him yet another in what is obviously a string of voicemails. Like I wonder when she started calling? I assume this is in the morning after the attacks, so he's probably been gone a max of like ten to twelve hours so far. Like I wonder if she called him sometime last night-- maybe she couldn't sleep and just wanted to hear his voice?? But she couldn't get through-- presumably bc he was on a plane or in a meeting or something-- so she just called a couple of times just to listen to his voice on the voicemail message. And eventually she drifts off to sleep, expecting to wake to a message from him-- except there's nothing, and so she calls again, the worry starting to set in. And now here she is, leaving another message, admitting that she's worried about him. It's only been a matter of hours since they were together but already it's so hard for her to be separated from him. And then ugh she's standing over his desk, staring at it like she’s trying to make him appear behind it, when ooooh the new director appears. Tbh I like her instantly-- that soft Southern accent, her genuine consideration of Jane's wellbeing, her tininess but clear boss-attitude... I feel like she’s going to be good for the team. And then ugh Jane immediately asks her about Weller and ughhhh my baby is so worrieddddd about her maaannnn. And then omg Hirst acknowledges that Nas' deal made Jane practically a prisoner-- so glad to hear someone other than Roman pointing this out! And aww she offers her her freedom, and the ability to go anywhere in the world-- and so where does Jane's mind immediately go with those words? To her dream of her future life with Kurt, together and happy, of course. Good lord, Gero, how did you just hit me so hard with literally like two seconds of footage?? And then ugh "I'm a part of this team". I want to cry because it’s so true; Jane belongs here, and she knows it. Bc lbr, Nas' deal might have made her a prisoner of sorts, but this is Jane. If Jane wanted to go, she could have escaped. Jane CHOSE to be right where she is. I do love Hirst's concern though; she sees Jane as a person who deserves to choose her own path, telling her that she needs to ask herself what she truly wants. And oooohhh yeahhhhh you just know that this is going to be a big theme of the episode, with Jane knowing what her instinctive answer is but not knowing if she can actually have it....

Lol at the little tech coming up to talk to Big Boss Patterson-- who is like an old, battle-weary sergeant now, the kind who walks with a limp and stares off into space puffing a cigar as they make vague, trailing statements about 'back before the war...'. But anyhow, the tech tells her about the explosives testing, and Patterson guesses correctly what was used and is all "I know my plastic explosives" and blows the tech's mind a lil bit. God, all of her staff must have such a crush on her. Except maybe Stuart, who is too busy being terrified. Poor boy. And then Jane comes to her and offers to help, but Patterson shuts her down a little bit, grimly telling her it's already over-- but then she sees Jane's face and shakes herself out of it, because Jane doesn't deserve her jagged edges right now. Jane has gone through every step of this right there beside her, going through the same hell she has. And ugh I love the way she softens and apologises and then Jane reaches out to her about whether she would leave or stay, given the choice-- and ughhh I can’t deal with the way Jane is looking at her, like she's desperately hoping to hear that she should stay, that she's wanted, that Patterson knows the team would hate to see her leave-- but instead Patterson just tells her she deserves to do what she wants. Which is also true, but also carefully on the fence, without nudging her one way or the other. And then ughhhhhh  “What if this is what I want?”, because it is. She may have ended up here through means outside her control, but this is home. This is where she has a purpose, where she has a family. Where she belongs. But Patterson challenges her on it, and she's kinda right; Jane doesn't know anything else. And I think Patterson would hate it if Jane were to stay-- to give up all other possibilities of a happy life-- purely because this was comfortable or she was scared or felt obligated to stay. And on one hand I'm surprised by Patterson's blunt attitude, and the way it seems like she's pushing Jane to go-- but she just wants her to be SURE. She wants her to fully think things through, to know that their little team-- their little world-- may not always stay the same forever. Reade may soon be gone, and Weller does have a baby on the way, one that he might decide he wants to be closer to, now that their battle with Sandstorm is over. Plus they have no idea what direction Hirst will take the team in. And ughhhh I just want to hug Jane, because she was hoping for reassurance and instead only feels more lost, especially at the thought of Weller leaving. Oh, honey. Just because Patterson MIGHT turn out to be right doesn't mean you should give up on the things you want... And ugh Patterson herself looks dejected and so tired and ugh my babies let me wrap you up in blankets and cuddle you foreverrrrr

I find it hilarious that Weller and Keaton have been able to just wander freely around this top-secret bunker without any army dudes trying to stop them. Tbh I thought they'd be a little more supervised? And they find an old rotary-dial telephone (man I remember using one of those) and a large transmitter thingie which Keaton conveniently knows how to use. Handy. Good work letting him tag along, Weller. And then of course he immediately calls Patterson, who kinda wastes a little time by being confused by the area code-- this is not the time, girl! Also lol good thing she's not like me, and actually answers her phone for unknown numbers. But then aaahhh he's telling her that Phase 2 isn't over and then BAM Keaton nearly gets shot in the head. Excuse you, beardy guy, but no one is allowed to hurt our Keaton but us! And then ugh New Beardy is Sandstorm (sigh, of course, I mean he’s literally directly from their mold) and is about to execute them both when Keaton distracts him just enough for Weller to throw the phone at his head. God I love watching Weller throw things at people. Also lol good thing the cord was long enough to reach... And oooh now it's two-on-one and I'm actually really enjoying watching Keaton and Weller fight together. Just for today, they are 100% on the same team and they will have each other's backs. Also I find it ironic that Weller saves Keaton from being choked to death? Ah, how things change... (Doesn't mean he wouldn't still let his wifey beat the crap out of you though, Keaton). And well, at least now they have a keycard to escape with? Literally though I have so many questions about what's going to happen once they're outside. Like, isn't this some deserted mountain fortress that Weller had to fly to get to? Won't they be surrounded by army dudes?? But no matter, bc no force in the world could stop Weller from getting back to Jane. Ain't no mountain high, ain’t no valley low...      

Awwww Reade is still in his bloody clothes-- he's sat by Zapata's bed all night. My baaabies. And ugh the moment she wakes she's like “Did we get Shepherd?/This isn't over" and tbh idk how she knows (gut feeling?) but she's right. And I so wish we got to see her response when Reade got the call from Patterson, telling him what Weller said? And ugh now the team-- or what's left of it, just the three of them-- is in the bullpen, desperately trying to figure out what's about to happen. And ugh Jane immediately wants to find and rescue Weller, but surprisingly it's Reade who steps up (trying to do Dad proud, lbr) and says they'll focus on Sandstorm instead, just as Weller would want. And ugh together they realise that yesterday's bombings prompted a huge security meeting today a the White House, where many government bigwigs will be attending-- just like they do after every major attack. The perfect way to wipe out the whole government is by getting them all in the same room. And then ugh again Reade takes it on himself to be fill-in Weller, giving the orders and going to brief Hirst. Makes sense, given that Patterson is far too important and busy to play messenger haha, and Jane doesn't quite have the FBI cred yet. And ugh good thing the two ladies are left to work together bc they figure out that the explosives Sandstorm used are also rocket fuel, and luckily they know just the person to question about it. It's a good throwback to the last Rich episode, bringing back the Riley guy that we have already known is linked to Sandstorm. And the team is intimidating the shit out of him in the conference room, working hard to break him, when suddenly the SIOC elevators open, and Weller and Keaton step out, fresh from their great escape. Man, I so wish we got to see the particulars of that adventure. I bet it was badass. Or maybe it involved just a bit of badass action as they stole an army jeep, but then got kind of embarrassingly dull as they had to roadtrip together in silence back to NYC. Ah, the awkwardness. But anyhow Jane immediately sees Weller-- lbr, she's been keeping half an eye on that elevator all day-- and ugh I can’t deal with the way she says his name, initially in disbelief, then more loudly as she realises she's not seeing things, that he's really there. And ughhhhhhh kill me now because she legit runs across the bullpen, breath escaping in a relieved little laugh, and literally throws her arms around his neck and holds onto him tightly and ughhh he never got any of her messages so it's almost a surprise to him that she's so relieved to see him, and ughhh since their kiss last night it's like one more wall has crumbled from between them-- I mean, before that kiss she wouldn't have dared to be so open in leaving him worried messages or throwing herself into his arms in the middle of the bullpen but now this is how they are, this is them, (lol Patterson and Reade must be like 'well this is new... but not at all surprising' haha) and ugh he holds her close and they rock a little (rude) and ughhh the little puppy-whimper noise she lets out just kills me. And the way she shakes her head a little to clear it, like she's trying to steady herself, and her "I thought you were..." and ughhhh it kills me so much that she would have had to acknowledge the possibility that he was dead, that getting the message out to them had cost him his life, and she would never see him again... and ugh he assures them (her) that he's alright and gets straight to business. I love that when he calls Keaton over (who, lbr, was probably standing over there shaking his head like 'be more in love with each other I dare you'), Jane is all 'wtf??' and I kinda love that she literally didn't even notice that one of her arch-nemeses was only a few yards away bc til now she had been able to see nothing but Weller. And ugh I wish we got to see Weller's face here, because her eyes barely leave his even as Keaton approaches and ugh I bet he gives her this apologetic look and little nod and it's enough for her; she will always hate Keaton but she trusts Kurt, trusts that he wouldn't ever bring someone like him near her unless it was unavoidable, and ugh our babies are reunited and that’s all that mattersssss 

So the team heads back to the lab, joined by their new members-- that cool aunt who is all ladylike and lovely on the surface but will literally beat someone's ass into the dirt and dispose of the body if they dared lay a finger on you, and that awkward cousin who has always been kind of an asshole in order to cover up his insecurities, but has grown up a bit and now is actually trying to be less of a shitbag-- and their focus turns to the last remaining pieces of the puzzle: the still-unused guidance chip, and Shepherd herself. Jane mentions that Shepherd was in Thailand the week before, putting Keaton in the spotlight when he explains that the CIA picked up intel on nuclear material being stolen-- leading to a little squabble between the kids until Aunty Hirst steps in and puts her probably-cowboy-booted foot down. Weller pairs Reade with Keaton, which isn't exactly a deliberate punishment on Reade but hey, two birds one stone. Patterson is tasked to keep finding info to use on Riley. Jane doesn't get given a specific job, but turns and leaves when all the others do-- I guess she assumed Weller would be heading out as well? I'm just surprised she didn't wait for him, tbh. Though maybe Keaton's presence just has her on edge. More likely tho, it was just a choice by the show’s director to have Jane conveniently out of the room for the upcoming conversation. Weller's so cute, literally checking that everyone is gone before asking Patterson about Hirst. And ugh bless my baby's heart, she gives a concise assessment of Hirst (’maverick’ is an interesting choice of term; you wouldn't think someone would get to her level by playing outside the rules) and then tells Weller that she's going to release Jane. And oooohh my boy gets his crinkly face on because ??Wifey is leaving??? Does not compute??? And ugh the stunned look on his face and the disbelieving 'why??' just kill me because he's literally reeling from this news, unable to even process how it could be happening when they had just finally found their way back to each other and ugh he must be wondering if it was the kiss, aka him, that somehow sparked her decision and ugh my poor boy is so distressed-- and then Patterson is all 'well yeah I kinda told her to go' and ooooh big bro is NOT PLEASED. How dare his little sis do this?? But ugh she calls him Kurt (literally has she ever called him that before?? Bc if she has I don't remember) and oooohhh she drops the truth bomb on him that Jane didn't choose this life (I think he forgets that sometimes? Like to him Jane is just such an intrinsic part of the team and what they do, that he forgets that she came to them through less-than-voluntary circumstances), and she suggests if he's got something to say to Jane he should do it now, allowing her to make her decision with all the facts. OOOOHHHH, TEN MILLION POINTS TO PATTERSON. This kind of forceful Jeller-encouragement almost makes up for all the Jeller-interrupting she's done in the past year haha. Almost. Now go on Weller, listen to your lil sis.... 

Aww poor Zapata is not having an easy time sitting on the sidelines. I feel you, girl. And then she realises from Reade's tone on the phone that something else is going on, and she'll be damned if she's not going to be there with her team for it. Also lol she rips out her drip and somehow it doesn’t bleed at all. Mmm-hmmm, sure. I see no flaws in this whatsoever. But god, the local hospitals really must dread having these guys as patients, because they literally never do what they're told haha

Oh, so this is why Weller didn't give Jane a task like the others. They both already knew that they would be going in to finish interrogating Riley together. Jane was probably already waiting outside the interview room for him when he showed up, wondering what had delayed him in the lab and why he looked somewhat shaken all of a sudden. And of course she would have asked him if everything was alright, instantly knowing by just the tone of his reply that it wasn't but that they wouldn't be able to broach it until after this mission was done. Luckily Patterson has discovered that Riley's sister lives close enough to DC to be endangered by a nuclear attack, allowing them to get the truth out of him-- he launched a satellite for Shepherd. And well this seems like a big deal, especially considering Patterson literally sprints from her lab to confront Riley-- and oh the satellite will launch a glider that will head straight to DC. He thought it would just hit the white house, but instead it'll be aimed at the nuclear material, making things about a million times worse. The attack would wipe out the whole eastern seaboard, which would be very, very bad. Hold on, that also means that it will kill both Shepherd and Roman as well?? I mean, they're right there in DC with the truck, so unless they have a private jet, surely they don't have time to get to a safe distance? Lol I love when the team finds Zapata in the bullpen and she's all 'wait, there’s nukes??' and the boys are all YOU SHOULD BE IN HOSPITAL because they're Expert-Level Hypocrites haha. God I love her sass 'you two done mothering me?' and Weller's faaaace-- the poor man has been spoiled by Reade and Keaton's obedience today and keeps forgetting that he has zero control over his ladies haha. Also speaking of Keaton, he is SUPER quick to offer to brief Zapata, and ugh I love how annoyed and disgusted she is to see him there. Glad Jane has someone on her side with this haha. And then Keaton's all 'I used to fly jets/ oh the domestic drone program is upstairs' and ugh she is so done with him already and it's been like ten seconds. I love her. And he seems to just like her more for it, and oh buddy, you don't stand a chance. Just give up now (also aren’t you married??). Then in retaliation for her bad behaviour, Weller partners them while the others try to hide their smirks. Keaton is naturally pleased, while you can literally almost feel Zapata's eyes rolling lol. Clearly ready to be out of there, Weller all but grabs Jane and heads to the elevator to catch their plane-- I mean, they're the best partnership the FBI has, and if they fail, at least they die together--  completely cutting Patterson off when she suggests saying their goodbyes. Come on, Patterson, you know big bro doesn't deal with either emotions or the prospect of failure well. Still, I bet Jane totally looked back and gave them all a sad little wave before following him, because while she's ready to die beside him, she hates the thought of leaving her team-- her family-- behind ugh 

Ughhh Zapata and Keaton scanning DC with drones looking for the nuclear stuff is so funny-- he tries to mansplain it to her and she's all ‘YEP FULLY AWARE THANKS’ and ugh she calls him Jake which is kinda funny, since being part of the 'team' means getting called by your last name (Jane is a special case because everyone knew her last name would be Weller too one day) and so it's like she's deliberately degrading him a little and reminding him he's not one of the club. And ugh he persists (bc of course he does) and asks how she's doing and tells her he admires her and asks her to work for the CIA and ooooohhhhh buddy. Don't you know your predecssor tried this same thing, and ended up dead a short time later? In an unrelated incident, but still. Asking her to go over to the CIA is like asking a die-hard sports fan to convert to their arch-rival team. Not gonna happen. She'll be carrying that FBI badge til the day she dies, bucko. (Which will hopefully be man, many years in the future btw)

Aaaahhh the plane. Jeller on a plane. I'm having very pleasant flashbacks of hearteyes and handholding rn, so I’m crossing my fingers for more of the same. Poor Jane, though; she clearly still does not like planes at all. She looks so uncomfortable haha. And Weller does too, but for a completely different reason: "Patterson told me that you're thinking of leaving". And oh my godddddd this conversation is killing me because they're both idiots who are operating completely on assumptions; like Weller is trying to be a good guy and support her right to live life how she chooses, because he already believes she'll leave-- bc why stay with damaged goods like him when she now has the whole world at her feet?-- and she thinks his encouragement is because he believes she should go, and ugh she puts out feelers, trying to gauge his mindset, talking about maybe California and then asking him about Colorado, and ugh she encourages him to take a spot in Denver because she wants him to be happy and ughhhhh you idiots, just SAY WHAT YOU REALLY FEEL, WHICH IS THAT YOU BOTH WANT TO STAY BY EACH OTHER'S SIDE FOREVER AND EVER AND NEVER LEAVE EACH OTHER EVER. (Also known as marriage. Just put a damn ring on it already jfc). But ugh instead there's this soft little moment where they acknowledge that they're both allowed to be happy, and again you dumb children each keep assuming that the other means going their separate ways but actually literally means the exact opposite. GAWD STOP TRYING TO SPEAK IN SUBTEXT AND JUST SAY WHAT YOU MEAN. AND THEN GET SOME MILE-HIGH JELLER LOVIN' HAPPENING LIKE LITERALLY YOU'RE ON A LUXURY JET ALONE WITH THE PERSON YOU LOVE AND IT MIGHT LITERALLY BE YOUR LAST DAY ON EARTH LIKE WHY ARE YOU WASTING THIS OPPORTUNITY I DON’T UNDERSTAND

Thankfully, I have Patterson and her sass (dissing Riley) to make me feel better haha. And then the NASA people arrive and she's all 'hey I know barely anything about this but'-- *poses incredible, literally-out-of-this-world theory and is met with well deserved awe and admiration* haha. Also lol Eileen "Oh that is not to scale" hahahahaaa. I love having Reade and Hirst represent the viewers who are all sitting here like me going 'yes.. spaceships will save them. Mmm-hmmm I totally understand everything that is happening right now. Spaceships.' lol. And speaking of genius ladies, Zapata realises that Shepherd has hidden the nuclear stuff in something lead-lined (just watch Keaton's crush growing ever larger lol), leading to her finding Shepherd's location and giving it to Weller and Jane, who are now firmly on the ground, right in the danger zone. Man, I wish we got to see more of that car ride from the airport. I know Weller is very anti-goodbyes rn, but I feel like Jane would have wanted to say something? Though then again she's probably decided she'll hold it in right until she's sure they're done for, then confess everything to him. Meanwhile he's probably thinking the same, because they are a pair of idiots who like to torment me with their inability to use words properly when it comes to literally any emotion that’s not anger

So Shepherd and Roman are hanging in the truck, then she sends him to kill a couple of cops who are likely just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Well, this is certainly reminding me of this season's premiere. Also I totally bet Roman is wearing gloves because of Luke's injury. Seriously tho dude you can't walk towards cops with a knife in your hand and not expect to get shot??? (Oh wait, that's right, you're white. Nvm.)

Meanwhile the supergeniuses in the bullpen have hit a rather apocalyptic snag-- the launch sequence for the glider has already started, and there's no way to hack it in time. Well, shit. Patterson yet again comes up with an idea, suggesting using the mini spaceship to push against the satellite and stop if from getting to its firing location, giving them more time. Good on you, lil Patterson-spaceship. Good luck against Shaquille O'Neal haha. 

Aarghhh Weller and Jane and their band of merry men have caught up to Shepherd, and ohhh this makes me nervous. Aaaand yep, a bunch of Sandstorm dudes just came out of nowhere, taking out pretty much everyone but Weller and Jane before being taken down themselves. So now it's very much a family affair; daughter and son-in-law vs mother and brother. And ugh have I mentioned lately how much I love how in sync these two are?? The way they move, the way they communicate-- they really are the FBI elite. And then surprise, a wild Shepherd appears, giving us another Jane/Shepherd showdown-- which lbr Shepherd was def about to win before Jane's hubby showed up and shot her haha. Ah, this gives me such satisfaction. So on one hand, yay, they've got Shepherd-- but on the other, everything has just gone to hell anyway because the glider just launched, giving them thirty minutes until impact and no way to hack it. It's headed for a homing beacon, and I love that when Weller comes up with the idea cloning it and sending it after a fake one, Patterson's already in the middle of doing just that haha. Jane's convinced that Shepherd has the beacon, and Weller pats her down for like three seconds before being like 'I can't find it' haha. I'm so surprised by that Weller, I mean you were so thorough?? Anyway Keaton and Zapata find a railroad tunnel that they could get the truck to which would prevent a lot of the effect of the blast-- but even if they get it there, they won't make it back. And ughhhhh the heavy silence in the bullpen and the way Jane and Weller are staring at each other... this is too much. I can't deal. And then Weller tells Jane to stay, that he'll take the truck, and ughhhh her voice is all thick as she fiercely tells him that she's not letting him go alone and ughhhhh she would rather die by his side than live without him, and he would rather die alone so that she could live. Either way, I'm already dead because these two have killed me. Goodbye, world. And then ughhhh Patterson has tears in her eyes as she tells them they both have to go. They have to find the homing beacon and destroy it, while also getting the truck as far away as possible. They accept that like champs, because this thing is far bigger than just their own lives. So Weller has Jane drive, saving her from having to deal with Shepherd, while Patterson reprograms an app and sends it to him to use as a bug-sweeper. Man, she is amazeballs. Remember how screwed this team (and the world) would be without her? Also Keaton and Zapata have rejoined the rest in the bullpen, and ugh what an intense situation to be in, all of them there, just (for the most part) watching helplessly as the seconds tick down to Armageddon. I think some of the randoms in the back are on the phone and I totally identify with that. Personally I'd be on the phone to my mum lol

Speaking of moms, Shepherd is waxing poetic over Weller, talking about how great he is, and ummmm lady it's weird to have a crush on your son-in-law. And then he realises that Shepherd swallowed the beacon, and literally whips out a knife-- but hold up, son, what’re you doing? Like yes, you could actually cut her open and try to fish it out. I mean, circumstances ARE dire, but still... and also you know how much gastrointestinal tract there is?? If she swallowed it hours ago it would be well into her intestines by now, and trust me, that junk ain't easy to fish around in. But that's about to become a moot point, because Jane and Roman are playing the world's most intense game of chicken, and dear lord what even is this. Like he knows that he is in a car, right? One that's a hell of a lot smaller than a freakin' reinforced truck?? And ughhh she saw him there in the driver’s seat. She knew it was him, and did it anyway, because she had to. She couldn't let her love for her brother cost so many lives. Too bad the impact knocked her out. And ugh poor Patterson dials back in (since their comms had been off coz they messed with the bug-sweeper) only to hear Weller groaning out Jane's name, clearly injured. God, it would be awful being in that bullpen right now, so completely unable to help. And ugh Weller pulls a shard of metal out of his leg, and dammit son do you not remember ANY first aid skills?? Leave it in, you idiot! I mean it's too far to the outer side to have hit the femoral artery or vein, but that doesn't mean there aren't plenty of other very bleedy vessels in there just waiting to spurt all over the place. Gah. And ugh both Zapata and Patterson are in tears as they tell him he has to get up and keep looking bc they only have two minutes until the glider hits the point of no return. Damn, that half hour went fast. And ugh he tells them that Shepherd swallowed it and they all look so stunned and desolate, like they're out of options. But Weller has one more idea, and it's a shocking one. (Yes, I did just wink at my screen just then. You’re being winked at. Jsyk.). Meanwhile Jane regains consciousness and immediately calls Weller's name, and ugh never mind about the nuclear bomb, these two are definitely going to be the death of me first. She's trying to get to him when Roman attacks her-- damn, son, are your bones made of admantium or something?? And now it's two epic showdowns-- brother versus sister, and Weller + defibrillator versus Shepherd + beacon. And for a second I'm actually legitimately stunned bc I think Weller must know that his plan will very possibly kill him too-- after all, they're both kneeling on the same metal surface, which WILL CONDUCT ELECTRICITY-- but wait nope apparently this is TV science and therefore Weller is unaffected haha. Mmmkay. It doesn't work anyway, and ugh my baby Patterson can barely speak through her tears as she tells him so. He tries again, partly bc what other option does he have, and partly bc he just wanted to hurt Shepherd for doing this to them all, and this time it works, with the decoy beacon taking over right at the last moment and sending the glider harmlessly into the ocean. And ugh the celebration in the bullpen is like the most adorable thing ever-- honestly I recommend pausing this scene a few times and looking at everyone's reactions haha. My personal fave is Hirst. And ugh Patterson tells Weller it worked and he tells her she did a ‘nice job’ (understatement of the year haha) and ughhhhh this lil familyyyyyyyy

Speaking of families though, Jane and Roman are still battling it out, and Jane is absolutely winning, bc of course she is. She was always the stronger one, in every way. And ugh she has her gun on him and he yells at her to do it, to kill him, but she won't, she can't. And Weller hears his shout, instantly realising what's happening, and drags his exhausted and bleeding body up off the floor because he needs to protect Jane. Not necessarily from Roman, but from having to make a choice that would break her. Noble thought, buddy, but I think you'll find standing up is a lot harder than being on the floor. Your body ain't gonna like it. (Mine doesn't even on the best of days haha). And ugh Jane lowers the gun and lets Roman go, because she can't kill him. It's the same as in 2x01 when she could easily have shot Weller, but didn't. She loves them and could never hurt either of them. And ugh Weller tries to jump down from the truck to give chase, but I told you buddy, your body ain't made for the vertical plane right now. So he literally falls at her feet, rapidly losing consciousness (bet you wish you'd left that damn spiky thing in now, huh??) and ugh she's so panicked because she has no idea what happened in there or what his injuries are and she's all 'say something!' and so he uses his last ounce of strength to tell her not to move to California, to stay with him instead... and that he loves her. Literally if he'd died of these wounds, his very last words would have been 'I love you'. Honestly sometimes this ship makes me want to scream. And by ‘sometimes’, I mean ALL OF THE DAMN TIME. And ugh I'm going to ignore the rather unflattering camera shot lol (poor Sully haha) and focus instead on Jane's face, because for a woman who has already been through hell like eighteen different ways, she looks like she's on the verge of a breakdown rn because he loves her and he might be dying and I'm not even sure if she heard what was happening over the comms before or not-- hell it might have been knocked out of her ear during her fight-- and so she might not even know if the attack is still about to happen or not and ugh this is just a lot for my poor precious girl to deal with rn. Though I'm sure she gets her shit together pretty quick and gets Patterson to send an ambulance bc no way is she letting him leave her now, or ever, and lbr she goes with him when they take him, staying by his side with her hand around his-- whispering I love yous into his ear that he'll later think he only dreamed he heard-- right until he's taken into surgery, and only then allowing anyone to patch her up while anxiously waiting for news. Hirst arrives just a little later, allowing Jane to sit at his bedside for a few hours while he sleeps, and while Hirst deals with Shepherd and the nukes and everything else, then she eventually returns to make Jane take the plane back with her so she can give her full statement at the NYO. And even with the threat to her life now over, she sleeps in the cell again, calling the hospital for regular updates overnight, heart thudding painfully when the nurses tell her that he's been muttering her name in his sleep. The next afternoon, she knows when he's been discharged, knows that he'll come straight to the NYO once his flight lands-- and knows that she can't face him. Not there, where so many eyes will be on them, where she'll be forced to hold back how she feels. So she goes to Hirst, who understands, and who tells everyone she needs to go to medical for an assessment. Instead she goes back to the safehouse, sits on the couch, and lets herself cry. Cry about it all finally being over, cry about losing Roman, about almost losing Kurt-- and then finally when she can breathe again she pushes herself up and goes to shower and dress, immediately picking the red blouse, because during that scavenger hunt red had been their colour, the thing that marked them as trusted partners, and she wants him to see it and know that she’s in this, that their fates really are forever intertwined, that he is hers and she is his.

In the meantime, though, Weller arrives back at the NYO, steeling himself as the elevator doors begin to open. He remembers what he said, and he knows Jane heard it-- and possibly everyone on the comms, too. And then ugh the doors open and they're all there cheering for him and for a split second his eyes look for Jane-- hoping to see her right there at the front with the team-- but she's not there and Reade is already approaching him and so he goes with it and hugs his people-- ugh I love the way that each hug is different; Reade's is a congratulatory, dude-you-scored-the-home-run happy kinda hug, Patterson's is a little more tender and sisterly, while Zapata's her usual sarcastic-but-secretly-softhearted self and jokes about not being that worried about him, even though they both know she was. And ugh the happy grin on her face as she grips him tight for a moment is just so sweet. And ugh Weller telling them all how glad he is to see them and ugh he's just so totally their dad. For everyone outside the main team, he's Work-Dad, and ugh he's so proud of his lil secret agents. But even so, he's had a moment to look around now, searching the crowd, looking for one face in particular, and it's not there. He's barely even finished acknowledging all these people-- let alone started on the obligatory big speech-- and he's already asking for her. He may have had reservations before about being too open in his feelings for Jane (FYI, everyone could see it anyway, buddy) but now he literally does not care one bit who knows it. Good old Hirst quickly reassures him that she's fine-- because give him even the slightest indication that something might be wrong and he'll rip those stitches right out as he goes running after her-- and uses the medical excuse (after all, that's what she's been telling everybody), and then gets him back on track with the whole, you know, saving the day thing, and ugh now work-dad is giving his speech and ugh he's so good at it and ughhh even I'm feeling validated on their behalf rn, so I'm so happy for them haha. Also lol I love that little twirly hand gesture thing he does, bc thanks to instagram we now know that's totally a Sully thing and it just makes me giggle okay

Oooooh Shepherd is in the fancy magical MRI lie detector, and ugh again another ridiculously unrealistic needle is being given. Find an actual vein, guys, don't just stab it into the elbow! Sigh. And she's acting all tough with Keaton, bc lbr, he may be a torturer but he's still kinda lame? But then Nas walks in, and Shepherd looks like she's pooping her pants. On one hand I'm excited for the intel they'll get from her and for Nas to finally get her revenge-- but on the other, I still worry about Nas' trustworthiness and what she might do with the knowledge she gains. But I guess we'll see...

Lol Zapata is so cute, bringing Weller the newspaper about Riley's arrest. Yep, being a government agent sure is a thankless job. But then, Weller would never want the limelight anyway. Kinda reminds me of that scene in Kingsman where Colin Firth's office walls are covered in the front pages of newspapers on days where he's prevented some huge disaster, with the lead stories always being something completely inane. I love that Weller's first question is to see how she's going. Ugh, he just cares so much. I also really like that Audrey is having her injured arm hanging limply at her side-- finally, someone on the team actually continuing to look visibly injured! Though I'd prefer her in a sling. And in hospital. But whatevs. And ugh she asks about Roman, because of course she has to know. She's had a thing against him (or for him?? I’m still hopeful lol) from day one. And ugh his words are almost a warning when he tells her to read the report, that Jane didn't have the shot. He's telling her that that's the only answer that there will ever be to that question, that there would be no more arguing or questioning or digging. His loyalty is with Jane, and therefore Roman is off limits. Ughhhhh such a good hubbyyyyy

Meanwhile in the lab, Patterson already has the booze waiting (ugh, again on the touchscren?? How could you??) and there are only three glasses... looks like it's just the Three Amigos tonight. And Reade gets there an ugh they both just look so exhausted and then she's all 'what now' and surprisingly Reade has apparently decided that this is where he belongs-- Quantico is forgotten, and he's already ready to take his next stand with the team. But Patterson isn't, and oh god the way she just crumbles and ughhhhh our baby has been so strong for so long and now she just can't do it anymore. Ugh can she at least just have a holiday? Let them all go to some tropical island and be served drinks by handsome dudes (or in Reade's case, beautiful ladies) and just unwind. And ughhh Reade looks exactly how a loving big brother always does when his little sister cries-- incredibly dismayed and at a loss for what to do. A moment later Zapata appears to back him up, though looks taken aback herself to find out that Patterson-- their indefatigable little genius machine-- is falling apart. And ugh Reade has recovered enough to give a reassuring speech-- "this job takes everything” sounds very reminiscent of S1 Weller's outburst at Sarah-- and ugh who would have thought that Edgar Reade, recent Human Disaster and near-deserter, would be the one holding the team together now?? 'It gives us a way to fight back. It gives us family. It gives us hope.' and ugh if that isn't the heart of this show, I don't know what is. Unless it's Zapata's loving snark: "Is that right, Quantico?" hahaha. She may be sarcastic, but then again she just made Patterson laugh when a minute ago she was near-breakdown. I mean I just love this family so much??? They are just so perfect together and ugh they make a toast to family and I am overwhelmed

Speaking of family, they're now all gathered at Weller’s-- tho he's out on the balcony in a moment that's very reminiscent of 1x01, undoubtedly thinking about Jane, and his confession, and the future, and lots of stuff that is definitely far too heavy for a celebratory get-together, so he pulls himself together and joins the others, who are laughing and relaxed and lounging around his apartment like it's their own. Remember when none of them had ever even been there, and now it seems like they're hanging out there every other week?? FAMILYYYY. And ughhh Patterson looks so much lighter and happier and dude I agree with Weller-- I wanna know what they were laughing about? But alas we'll never know bc all of a sudden Jane appears, letting herself in without knocking bc of course she does, it's practically her apartment now too, and ughhhh look at her excited lil face and the lil wave she does and lbr Weller has literally forgotten the other three even exist bc rn all he sees is her, and he walks toward her with this slightly awed but also questioning look, like he can barely believe she's really there, and then "I didn't think you were coming"-- bc you just know he probably tried to call her or at least send her a message but couldn't get hold of her, so he'd already half-convinced himself that she was already pulling away from them all, or even right at that moment getting ready to head to California, and ugh when she asks to talk to him outside you can just see the apprehension that spreads across his face and for a split second he can’t even force himself to move because he thinks this is it, this is goodbye, and god he can't do it but he knows he has to and so he forces his feet to move, following after her-- but seriously he's so busy freaking out that he doesn't even register the air of nervous excitement that's literally radiating from her or the way she glances back to make sure he's following, or the eager light in her eyes as she turns to him and draws in a deep breath-- and dude, c’mon. This is not the face of someone who is about to drop a rejection and a goodbye in the same sentence. This is the face of someone at the very top of the rollercoaster, who is simultaneously terrified of the drop but also feeling more exhilarated and alive than they ever have before, and who is SO READY to tip over the edge and take the plunge. And then she takes that deep breath and begins "So they told me I could go anywhere..." and omg. She's literally rehearsed this. Jane Doe is using a ~line~ on Kurt Weller. She's literally paused for dramatic effect, letting him imagine all the very far-away places she might choose. And now here it comes: "...But this is where I wanna be." BAM. Damn, girl, I am so proud of you. From the girl who made that super awkward dinner invitation to Oliver however many weeks ago, this was so smooth. And then aaaahhhh the fear on his face just disappears (melted by the sunbeams of PURE LOVE that are shining from his eyes) and he gives the lil Kurt Weller smirky-smirk and then she does the bravest thing she's ever done and tells him she loves him back and ughhhhh just look at these two idiots?? She's already trying to find the words to follow that confession (words? what are words??) and he just gives a little shake of his head-- because she loves him and that's all he's ever needed to hear-- and steps forward and just. CLAIMS HIS WOMAN. And well I guess the background music is pretty damn fitting, given that the main lyric is "I wanna make out with you". Can't get much more accurate than that. Also lol since that song is technically "playing" in his apartment, does that mean he chose it? Did he literally make an entire spotify playlist full of subliminal messages just in case Jane came to the party? Like just imagine if she'd come inside instead of talking to him out in the hall, and then as he hands her a drink he comments very pointedly on really liking this song, that it has good lyrics, and then Jane listens for a second and then stares at him and then they immediately find an excuse to go out on the balcony or to the nursery and maaaake ouuuuttt. But of course this way is much better than that anyway, with the two of them FINALLY ON THE SAME PAGE, grinning at each other and making out in the hallway like a pair of TEENAGERS who have no concept of PEEPHOLES. Because you KNOW that at least one of the others witnessed this whole thing through that little spy-hole-- I mean let's be real, when Jeller walk back into the apartment (trying to play it cool and completely failing haha), literally none of the others are where they were when Jane arrived? Reade is now sitting with his back to the door, wearing his jacket and a ruefully amused expression, Patterson is standing way around the other side of the counter from where she was before, grinning and playing with her fingers like she just can't keep still, and Tasha's standing near her-- tbh my main bet for the one spying on them would be Peeping Patterson, though I can't rule out Zapata joining her at the doorway and giving a sniggering play-by-play for (a thoroughly unwilling) Reade before the two of them scurry back to the kitchen when Jeller are about to head inside. And then speaking of our happy couple, the two of them have literally barely stepped into the apartment (Weller opens the door for her ugh, having to lean in close to her to do so, which is such a little thing but kills me so much) and immediately Reade is all like 'wooop, gotta go, some never aforementioned bro needs help with some unspecified thing' and bails (also ughhh I never noticed the little grin he and Weller share for a split second  right as he passes him?? Ugh someone save me from this familyyyy) and then Zapata's all 'yep, gotta go with him, no possible way for me to get home in NYC except with Reade, nope not at all' and follows him out, and oh my precious supergenius Patterson is just all 'no way am I third-wheeling you two after a year of pent-up UST so I am going to go literally anywhere else' lol and ugh she tells them to have fun and that she'll see them sometime, pretty much implying that she doesn't expect them to emerge from their sex-romp for quite some time and omg I can't even imagine what it's like to be in a situation where your friends literally... uh, what's the opposite of cockblock?... for you? It's awkward but not, and oh god Weller's breathy little 'and... goodbye' and then ugh the stupid little grins they exchange, like I look at her face and I can literally almost hear a Wild-West-era petticoated belle saying 'My, how are we ever going to pass the time?' while batting her eyelashes coyly at the cowboy and he gives his sly heartthrob smile and answers in a low drawl 'I have a few ideas, ma'am' and DON'T ASK ME WHY THIS JUST TURNED INTO SOME WILD WEST HARLEQUIN ROMANCE. I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHERE (OR WHEN) MY BRAIN GOES. But regardless, lbr here-- that was pretty much exactly the wordless conversation that was had (okay maybe sans accents), and Jane seems to very much approve of Weller's ideas, which involve a lot of making out and manhandling-- shoving her against a wall and then carrying her to bed and putting her down so delicately ughhhhhhhh-- paired with the enthusiastic removal of clothing haha. And you know what, while I'm in no way a particular supporter of the strobelight sex scene, the more I watch it (errr... for scientific reasons of course), the more I find it cute rather than ridiculous. Plus if you let your eyes go a tiny bit out of focus and don't try to look at any particular thing too closely, and instead just let it like wash over you, it's not that bad at all. I do love the sheer amount of grinning happening all throughout though-- remember how we all thought their first time would be so serious and emotional? Instead they are literally giggling like the idiots they are and I love it. Like can you literally give me an example of two happier people?? Didn’t think so. And ughhhhhh I'm just so happy for themmmm, our babies are finally together where they belongggggggggg aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Okay, so that's a cliff, and that's Jane climbing it... but there's too much hair. Way too much. Takes-months-and-months-to-grow kind of much. Also on one hand this is cool because I recently just got back into rockclimbing myself and I'm like DUDE SHE'S FREECLIMBING A FREAKIN' GIANT CLIFF WITH A BACKWARDS INCLINE and then it's like my excitement literally falls off a cliff of its own as the 'two years later' appears on the screen. God, I don't even know what my face must have looked like in this moment, but I am certainly well aware of my stomach abruptly dropping about five feet. Tbh to me a timejump is possibly the worst non-bad thing that can happen in a show??? Like it's not up there with people being killed off or anything, but... two freakin' years. Two years where anything could have happened, and two years full of events that we may never get to see. In some shows, that wouldn't really matter much. But when that two years includes your OTP's first morning together and subsequent canon-coupleness, losing two years feels like a punch to the gut and a spit in the face all at once. Like two years is pretty much double the span of the entire past two seasons. The only comfort I have right now is that this show does flashbacks so well, and possibly may continue them into S3, giving us little glimpses of Jeller and the team along the way. God, I hope so. Also my other problem with this timejump thing, I’m realising, is that we never got the resolution I was expecting with the whole Allie thing-- honestly, I was expecting her to die before ever having the baby (I know, I’m awful) and now that’s unlikely to be the case, meaning in this new future Weller has a toddler-aged child... and if you thought I was awful a second ago, prepare to think worse of me because I’m actually legitimately upset about it. I went through this whole season believing the pregnancy was either a lie or that it would somehow never eventuate, and I’m not dealing well with the now-inevitability of this child. I feel like this is going to be one of those canon details that just gets erased from my brain, tbh. Where’s that Nick Fury gif about ignoring the council’s stupid-ass decisions? Because that’s literally me rn. But anyhow, back to more important things than non-existent progeny, aka Jane and the cliff. To get to the top she literally has to climb out on an overhang and then up, and good lord this woman is a superhuman. And then she's at the top and I want Kurt to be waiting up there for her but lbr if he was here he would have climbed with her or at least forced her to use ropes and idk how but that climb also felt very much like a ~journey~ and oh this is so worrying. So worrying. And some cute monk lady approaches and tells her there's still longing in her eyes and Jane closes her eyes and looks away and oh no. No no no. Longing implies separation from the things you love. Help me, I am withering inside because whatever happened in those two years, somewhere along the way my babies were torn apart from one another. And Jane says she's climbed this mountain dozens of times-- but why? In search of inner peace? I can tell you right now you're not gonna find it without Kurt by your side, honey-- and ugh the monk lady tells her to go home and YES LISTEN TO HER BC YOU’VE ALREADY CLEARLY BEEN GONE FOR FAR TOO LONG and then "No, I can never go back"--- *insert agonized wails here because I don't have words for this* (Okay maybe I do: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?????!???????!!!???!????????!?!!?????????!!!) and then ughhh soon after she's sitting alone in her little tent thing, sketching (how many pictures of Weller are there in that book?? I need to know immediately) and then the girl tells her she has a visitor and IN STEPS KURT WELLER. In a blue shirt, of all things, because of course he is. And wait did he literally just trek up a mountain to find her??? (Somewhere up in heaven, Marvin Gaye looks down approvingly for a second time this episode) And ugh she looks so stunned to see him, like she can't believe he's really there, really real, and for a couple of beats they just stare at each other and it's not clear whether she's terrified of his anger or if they parted on bad terms but then tears shine in his eyes and he drops his bag and she lets out a little whimper and literally throws herself into his arms and ughhhh they're holding each other so tight and he says he can't believe he 'finally' found her and she just holds him and presses her face to his neck and this is most definitely not a pair who parted on bad terms. This is two people who are still completely and utterly in love with one another and have been pulled apart by some external force and ugh this is simultaneously beautiful and awful. And then he gently but firmly pushes her away a little and admits, voice shaking, that he was scared for her-- because of course he was. All the people he's loved most in the world, he's lost (even Sarah and Sawyer moved away). And to be so far from her, to now know where she was or if she was okay... god, it would have near killed him. And she would have known that, which would have near-killed her. And ughhh she apologises over and over and he does that thing he does when he's trying not to cry, where his eyebrows draw together and he looks away and she tells him she can't explain, but why????? Literally what Bad Thing could exist that she couldn't tell the love of her life about??? And then she lowers her eyes, unable to meet his, and suddenly she chokes up even more and she says 'you're still wearing your ring' and I AM SCREAMING. WEDDING RING. ON WELLER'S FINGER. JANE BEING A COMBINATION OF HEARTBROKEN AND RELIEVED THAT HE'S STILL WEARING IT. JELLER ARE MARRIED. I REPEAT, JELLER ARE MARRIED. And ughhhhh he fiddles with it and just says 'yeah' and she looks like she's literally about two seconds from a complete breakdown. Oh god. Sometime in that two years, they literally got married. They planned on spending the whole rest of their lives together. And then SOMEONE (lookin' at you, Gero) forced Jane to leave. Because god knows she would never have left him willingly; only if she thought she had no other choice, and only to protect him. Ugh, I really, really hope they give us a good reason for this and not something that she should have just talked to him about and faced with him. Also uhh I've seen a strangely high number of people concerned that Weller is married to someone else??? Literally that would make zero sense, not only from the character perspective-- what, you think Mr Too-Choosy could somehow fall out of love with his soulmate Jane, meet someone else, and marry them, all within two years? Yeah, not gonna happen, son-- but also from a human-interaction perspective. If Weller somehow did marry someone else, firstly Jane wouldn't have hugged him the way she did bc something would have had to have gone super wrong between them for him ever to try to move on, and secondly she certainly would never have commented on him 'still wearing it' because that would already be her default expectation? He would have been married when she left, so of course he would still be married now. And that's not even to mention her visceral reaction to the ring-- that combination of devastation and involuntary gladness is so telling, bc on one hand deep down she's so happy to see him still wearing it because it means that he hasn't turned his back on her, that he still considers himself her husband and there's still hope for the two of them, but also devastation because his faithfulness only makes it more clear how much she's hurt him, and also hurts worse because she thinks (for an as yet unknown reason) that there's actually no way for them to ever be together again. And god I just feel so sad for both of them rn ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Why did you have to separate them, Gero, why???? (Well, for drama, I suppose, but honestly THAT'S A TERRIBLE REASON. LET COUPLES JUST BE TOGETHER AND HAPPY GODDAMMIT. TRUST ME IT CAN STILL BE GOOD TV.) And then ugh she's trying so hard not to cry and Weller can't bear to see that so he gets down to business, telling her she has to come back bc the other three have been kidnapped. Which is awful but tbh I'm more focused on how the others felt when Jane left? Did the kiddies feel like mom had abandoned them? Are they mad at her, on Weller's behalf as well as their own? Will they forgive her straight away and joyfully welcome her back when she and Weller rescue them, or will there be that distance and frostiness like at the start of last season? And Jane asks him if Roman was involved-- and while he doesn't know, this mention definitely bodes well for getting to see Roman next season. Then Weller pulls out a box with her name on it in the same style as his tattoo on her back (clearly they didn't get the memo about her new last name tho) and ugh he holds it out to her, telling her no one has been able to open it but that he has a theory-- and looks like he was right to come all this way to find her, bc only she can open it. Possibly even only the two of them together, but it's unclear if that’s the case. Also ok I really need to know, did he already know where she was, like Patterson had figured it out or something, but he'd just been giving her her space and had only come now that the others had been taken? Or did he only just find out now? In which case that’s pretty damn lucky timing... I mean I bet Patterson had been looking for her this whole time, so...? But anyhow there's a random metal disk thing inside the box, and it's only when Weller touches it with her that it shows a reflected image of her bird tattoo. And then because he's a smart boy, Weller lines it up with her bird tattoo and presses it against her skin, and suddenly Jane lights up like some kind of bioluminescent christmas tree. Surprise-- there's a whole new layer of tattoos to discover, with a whole new set of clues hidden within. Which is completely whack, but undoubtedly something among all that will lead to saving the others-- which means it’s something Weller can't do without her. And well, Jane, in the eternal wisdom of Smashmouth: you'll never know if you don't go, and you'll never shine if you don't glow...

And so that’s it. It's over. Another season, another cliffhanger that will haunt us for months-- and like last year, the question is 'Will Jane and Kurt ever be able to come back to one another?’ (Spoiler alert: the answer is yes. They will always come back to each other. Let’s just hope it doesn’t take a whole damn season this time....) But anyhow, thank you so much to everyone who has read these and liked/commented/sent me messages-- I've loved sharing these with you guys, and I'm glad you've loved them too. So cheers, and see you all next season :P 

[demonchild07]

That 30 questions thing

Rules: answer these 30 questions and tag 30 people. Tagged by @zdermatologisttested

•Nickname: don’t really get nicknames, get titles, like in strategy games I used to be called the puppet master

•Name: DemonChild07 isn’t it obvious? Lol (didn’t say real name)

•Gender: Chic

•Star Sign: Uhhhh Virgo?

•Height: 5'3"

•Time: somewhere in the middle of the night

•Birthday: I said Virgo so that’s the clue

•Favorite Band: Pearl Jam

•Favorite Solo Artist: Chris Cornell 😢

•Song Stuck In My Head: “Black Rose” by Volbeat

•Last Movie I Watched: A Bronx Tale

•Last Show I Watched: Shark Tank

•When Did I Create My Blog: Dunno maybe a year?

•What Do I Post: Whatever fandom I’m obsessed with atm

•Last Thing I Googled: Dolly zoom (camera move)

•Do You Have Other Blogs: Nope but have a site

•Do You Get Asks?: No

•Why Did You Choose This Blog Name: Had this nickname foreverrrrr

•Blogs You Are Following: all of them? Nah too many but most anime, fanfic writers I like and fan artists I like

•Followers: no clue, sorry guys

•Favorite Colors: Orange

•Average Hours of Sleep: 4-5 if I gotta be awake for something otherwise 10-12

•Lucky Number: 27 is my favorite not really lucky

•Instruments: Have played piano and harmonica. Still pretty good on harmonica

•What Am I Wearing: Pjs

•How Many Blankets I Sleep With: 1-2 depends on season

•Dream Job: Camera artist

•Dream Trip: Japan or Spain

•Favorite Food: I like alottttt so I’ll just pick cuisines,i like a variety or Asian and Latin foods

•Nationality: Puerto Rican

•Favorite Song: ever? Tough I’ll pick one that I know is in top 5. “Sirens” by Pearl Jam

Tagging 30 ppl is a lot so just a few n whomever wants to also can if didn’t

Then sleep lol

@gryverfm @gryfinz @vitt-99 @flagbearer-or-scouts @blake-xiao-long @beatonen

[troupe6803]

#Thesfest17 Day 5

Today I had to wake up early for the National Individual Events Showcase. I really enjoyed watching so many talented performers; my favorite performances were a group number of “In” from Carrie and one girls musical solo “In Short” from Edges. Also, exciting news, I got overall superior on my contrasting monologues! Yay! I did get points off for my shoes though because they had white trim and I’m supposed to be in “all black”– UGH.

After, I went to the Lied Commons to look for my college callbacks. This took me foreverrrrr because there are only 3 boards that have the lists on them, and dozens of kids are all trying to look at them at the same time! I think online callback lists are the best way to go, but after about 30 minutes (maybe more idk) I was able to find all mine. I was happy with how they turned out, there were a handful of schools I was super excited to see were interested in me!!

Then I went back to my dorm to get ready for callbacks– do my makeup, get my headshots and resumes, pack my book bag, etc. Then I headed back over to the Lied for callbacks.

I needed to talk to a good amount of schools, so this took up a lot of my afternoon. Most of my callbacks were discussing the basics of programs, potential scholarships and other advantages from getting a callback, feedback on my monologue, and what kind of college experience I’m looking for. Callbacks from 11/12 colleges are done, and tomorrow morning I have my callback for Webster University, which I’m a little nervous but mostly excited for.

Then I went to a workshop called “The Real Story”, in which we analyzed the hero’s journey. It was slow at first, but got more exciting towards the end. We discussed how movies like Beauty and the Beast, Mean Girls, and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off follow the steps first created my Joesph Campbell, like call to action, meeting the mentor, return with elixir, etc.

For the main stage show of the night we went to Heathers. I love the movie and have listened to the off broadway cast recording so I was super excited to finally see it live. Actually the troupe performing it was the first school ever to do so, and as a result we now have Heathers The Musical: School Edition. The music live was soo much better than the cd, the drums and guitar were so powerful. The lead actress, who played Veronica, had an AMAZING voice and was also a good actor. JD was also a strong singer, and a phenomenal actor. Their chemistry was really noticeable and I think it is what made the show work so well. Overall, it got me even more obsessed with the Heathers and their matching blazers.

To end the night Shannon and I went to the Improv Theatre Ensemble Performance. Basically, students can audition at the beginning of the week to be part of an improv group that practices everyday and then performs at the end of they week. It was HILARIOUS. I went to it last year and knew I has to go again– and I was not disappointed. It always amazes me how witty people are and how quickly they are able to create scenes and one liners and small bits. I’m not very good at improv, but I love watching it.

The beginning of my day was very college based. I went to callback after callback trying to absorb all the information I could. But at the end of the day I got to relax with two great shows and my troupe. I’m so sad there’s only one day left!!!!

Hannah Vliet

[squatlord-draws]

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you guys have been sending some of the sweetest most kindest asks lately & i just want yall to know it is REALLY GOOD .... and it also means its time for another ask dump, so uh

here we mcfuckin go lmao

@youngest-soup said:

I mcfrickin LIVE THIS BLOG OMFG

i mcfrickin LOVE YOU ???

lambkind said:

I checked out your twitter, and "sans cum is more a comfort than anything else, to be quite honest" "its there for me when nothing else is" ...............*shakes your hand while whispering 'what in the fuck, squatlord'*

im just trying to be honest with myself, lamb

im just trying to be true to who i am 

Anonymous said:

Are you ever going to reveal why chara is still possessing frisk as an adult?  

you know what’s funny is that i actually DO have a whole bit of reasoning as to why that is, but i also don’t have a lot of time to do the in depth comics i’ve been planning. so for now i’ll just say... possessed frisk is chara still existing within the game as we currently know it.

Anonymous said:

your content is pure and good you are pure and good - s'anon

this ask is so kind & sweet so i really hope you didn’t just read the ask about how i talk about sans cum a lot on my twitter

@ask-reddeath said:

I don't really understand chara and sans relationship... Are they a couple or just Best buds forever??,  

they hate each other

Anonymous said:

Imagine if someone dumped glitter all over Sans

HE’D FUCKIN DIE, DUDE

Anonymous said:

Why is the dragon maid anime actually REALLY FUCKING GOOD?!?

ITS SO ???? FUCKING GOOD ?????????? KOBAYASHI & THE TIDDIE DRAGON HAVE MADE ME CRY MORE THAN ONCE ???????????????

I REALLY FUCKING LOVE THIS DUMB GOD DAMN GAY ASS DRAGON ANIME ??????

Anonymous said:

I really, really like your style and how different it is from almost anything I see on the web these days in a good way.

thank you !!! i’m so grateful for how my art has developed... it’s really given me a lot of freedom to try a weird kind of way of drawin things. it especially means a lot that people enjoy it.

Anonymous said:

pls more star trek au... but make it at your own pace cause thats best

i’m actually makin a comic! i wont be posting that for a bit tho, so enjoy the many doodles i’ve got queued up lol

@gastersans said:

Thank you for existing!

thank you ... for making me a reality

Anonymous said:

Your undertrek is my meaning of life, thank you

IM REALLY GLAD BECAUSE I LOVE THIS DUMB AU

Anonymous said:

your style reminds me of bradley uppercrust, III

you know the fucked up thing is that he really does look just like chara

Anonymous said:

What's the fanfic that made you feel like garbage cause ,':^)))) I'm all about that

it wasn’t like angst and it isn’t something i’d ever feel comfortable linking to other people. it’s the kind of fanfiction i think would cause other people real emotional harm if they didn’t fully know what the content was. i often can handle kind of awful stories but this one really pushed my boundaries and made me feel a bit sick. it was a chara based story, though, so if you really want you can comb through their AO3 tag and eventually find something like that.

Anonymous said:

whats the max number of chins frisk has had? 

their chin is like one of zeno’s paradoxes, dude

Anonymous said:

Hi sorry if this is over the top but your art is super, super good and I'm always so happy to see it on my dash. Your line weight flows really nicely and the way you proportion people when you're drawing them always balances out in a really nice way. Also your expressions are so so spot on lol (PS all your outfit designs for Chara?? I'm?? in love with them??) I could gush about how much I love your art foreverrrrr sorryyyyyy ur great byeeeee

honestly i could gush forever over this ask because it’s so nice but MOSTLY??? THANK YOU FOR THE KINDNESS?????

Anonymous said:

YOUR ART IS GOOD, and it's only getting better

thank you so so so much !!!!

Anonymous said:

juST SO U KNOW, ur art is liTERALLY one of my faves????? I LOVE all ur expressions, ur style is incredibly interesting and wonderful... im just.... like ur life goals, to have a style so YOU and original and interesting that the second I see it im just -DIES AND YELLS; time to stalk thru squats blog again but ya boi loves that shit-. U the best my dude pal, ty for sharing all ur skill w us!!

it’s such a weird feeling having someone call me life goals when it wasn’t even a week ago i got in trouble for sticking my fingers on the icee tubes to test taste the flavours, but THANK YOU, this ask makes me feel REALLY GOOD, and i FUCKING BELIEVE IN YOU AND SUPPORT YOU, ANON

Anonymous said:

I fucking love you

@rusoderusia said:

I really fucking love your Asriel and Papyrus designs, i think they look great in your style.

that’s really good because i love drawing them, and the best part is that they’re designed the way they are because i was too fucking lazy to look up reference & just goddamn winged it in japanese class

Anonymous said:

idk if youve been told this before but your art is amazing. it's simultaneously beautiful and has just the right amount of bizarre and quirky to be appropriate for shitposting. And yet, when you go serious and deep, you nail that too. like. what the crap. i aspire to do in writing what you're already above and beyond in art. aslkfdgjhdsoihdro

hopefully, some day, i can go serious and deep into the shitposting .... then everyone will TRULY know fear ...................

@basicflakes said:

Still love your frickin art my dude and your twitter is 10/10 best shitlord would recommend

FLAKES U KNOW I MCFRICKIN LOVE YOU

Anonymous said:

where does frisk fit into the undertrek universe?

the comic answers that!

Anonymous said:

Greatings! Can me talk about our lord and savior, Papyrus?

chapter one, genesis: in the beginning........ there was a bepis

Anonymous said:

Squatlord your comics with Sans unsexily dealing with ppl's kink bullshit makes me wheeze bless

sans is simultaneously the most fuckable & most unfuckable character in undertale

it’s like Schrodinger’s Fuckfic 

cutscenelogic said:

Hi! Sorry for the random message, but I just wanted to say that I love how expressive your art is! I also adore how you draw Asriel, it's so cute! Have a great night! 

i LOVE the random message & i’m so happy to hear you like it !! i hope you have a fucking baller life, my dude !!!!!!!

I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE BALLER LIVES, HONESTLY

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