#do they watch The Maple Season together at some point?

[faketrex]

18, please!!

Thank you, friend ash! 💝 Prompt 18 is, "the end of the line at a b-list movie star’s meet-and-greet."

RWRB AU with a meet-cute. Obviously.

...

"He's not a fucking b-lister, he's an independent."

"Okay–"

"The Maple Season made me cry, Nora. Twice. It's fucking art. When's the last time a movie made you cry?"

"And that's not related to the fact that for two months each year, your blood turns into pumpkin spice syrup, like some kind of extremely basic seasonal werewolf?"

"Nora–"

"I'm happy for you, really. So are you going to come to dinner and tell us all about it after you meet your idol, or not?"

Alex shuffles forward. There are only two people ahead of him in the line now; only fifteen feet or so between Alex and Rafael Luna. He might need to lie on the floor in his apartment for a while after this is over. Then again, hanging out with Nora and June might help him chill the fuck out. And carbs, carbs would definitely help, in both beer and French fry form.

"Save me a seat. I'll be there." He hangs up. The line inches forward.

And then, all of a sudden, it's his turn. Rafael Luna is seated right in front of him, all dramatic cheekbones and horn-rimmed glasses and crisp button-up with the sleeves rolled and the collar wide open.

Alex panics.

"The Maple Season made me cry," he blurts.

Luna smiles and raises his eyebrows. "In a good way, I hope?"

"Fucking–I mean, yes, definitely, in the best way." Alex sets his poster down on the table between them, watching as Luna pulls it closer and peels off the sticky note with ALEX written on it. "That scene in the barn? After Oliver loses the race? It's fucking heart-wrenching. I can't believe you didn't win the Best Supporting Actor Oscar."

"You're very kind," Luna says with another grin, "but usually you have to be nominated for an award in order to win it."

Alex laughs. "Well, yeah, of course. I'm sure you're going to get there someday, though. The Academy would be criminally stupid not to recognize you for everything you've done. And–" He takes a deep breath. This is it. "And–I wish I'd seen queer Latino representation like yours on-screen ten years ago."

"Thank you. I really appreciate that, Alex." Luna, Rafael fucking Luna, looks right into Alex's eyes as he says it, making Alex's knees wobble in a way that he's already planning to leave out of the story when he tells it to Nora and June. "I'm lucky to have fans like you who make it so rewarding to keep doing what I love."

"No, thank you," Alex responds. "I mean–seriously."

"Would you like a photo with Mr. Luna?"

"Oh, sure." At the assistant's prompting, Alex turns to face the camera, trying to focus on smiling while wracking his brain about whether there's anything else he absolutely needs to tell Luna now, during what might be his only shot to ever do so. When the assistant steps away again, though, all Alex's thoughts come to a complete halt.

The next person waiting in line is tall and broad-shouldered, with blond hair that sweeps over his forehead. He's got a rolled poster under one arm and a book under the other, like he's been spending his time in line reading instead of scrolling on his phone like a normal person. Alex blinks slowly at him as their eyes meet, feeling like a deer in headlights. Luna is right behind him still, but all Alex can focus on now is this man–

"Alex?"

"Thank you," Alex repeats reflexively, breaking out of his daze and turning back around to pick up his signed poster and roll it carefully. "It was so great to meet you."

"Take care," Luna replies, and that's it, it's over, Alex moves to the left, out of the line, and out the door.

When Alex gets outside, it feels like he's forgotten to do something important–like breathe, maybe–for the entire time he was talking with Luna. He zips up his jacket with his free hand, still holding the poster in the other. He closes his eyes for a second. He needs some French fries and a beer, for real.

"In my opinion," someone to Alex's left says, "he's one of the best artists of his generation."

"What?"

"I mean, there's no one who compares, really," the man continues. It's the blond who'd been in line just behind Alex. "Did you hear that his next project is going to open at the Venice festival?"

"Fucking finally, right? He deserves it."

"He certainly does."

Alex watches while the guy pulls a rubber band out of his pocket and slides it around his own rolled poster. He should probably say something, but his brain seems to have called an intermission on thinking. It's the post-Luna effect, probably. Or maybe–

"I apologize if I've bothered you," the man finally says after a few moments of silence, fiddling with his poster. "I'll–"

"No, no, you're good," Alex interrupts, reassuring. "It's cool. I think we're on the same page. I'm Alex."

"I'm Henry."

"Nice to meet you."

"It's my pleasure," Henry replies. "And I hope you don't mind my saying so, but I really just wanted to tell you–The Maple Season made me cry, too. I went through a entire box of tissues."

Maybe Alex should feel embarrassed or something, but the shy, sheepish smile on Henry's face is making his knees do the wobbly thing all over again.

"Tell me about it," Alex drawls, and when he blinks slowly at Henry from under his eyelashes, he's gratified to see that Henry's cheeks turn pink, enough that it's visible even in the dim evening light.

...

(Alex is late to dinner, but he ends up getting not only Luna's autograph, but also Henry's phone number. It's a pretty stellar evening, all things considered.)

[harry-hollands]

my boyfriend’s boyfriends

(a potential au stemming from ‘who does it better?’)

a part two to ‘who does it better’ but can be read as a stand alone.

part 1

alex turcotte x fem!hockey player reader

*PICTURES ARE FROM TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, AND MY OWN PERSONAL ONES I TOOK (10-28-2023)*

(inspired by faithlynn’s @babydollmarauders series media management and kaylin’s @starsandhughes series penalty box. if you haven’t checked them out, PLEASE DO THEYRE AMAZING)

yourusername

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yourusername: on today’s episode of “i had a day off at work and my boyfriend and best friend and son had team bonding today so i was left alone because my other roommates had a game tonight”, i decided that i, was going to support my boyfriend’s boyfriends—i mean roommates!

how generous of me right? i was in the upper bowl to watch the game so no one saw me but as is my job to be a professional nuisance to centers and defenders to keep the lethal flying piece of rubber out of my pretty net, i had to humble them somehow during warm ups.

for those wondering why i’m wearing my boyfriend’s boyfriend #2’s jersey, i lost a bet with him. for those also wondering what the bet was, it was on my boyfriend. i THOUGHT my boyfriend was a sweet person but apparently he took a page out of the enemy of silence’s book (@/trevorzegras) and got TWO penalties last game.

turcs was not impressed as you can imagine, and neither was homewrecker (@/jordanjs224) because apparently “homewreckers need to stick together and that comes with wearing my jersey” idk man im just their roommate that willingly has pieces of rubber shot at me at lethal speeds

despite my works of art, i also included other works of art from the professionals. (im legally obligated to make them look good like 3.8% of the time)

as much as i’d love to say that the boyfriends came out victorious, they did not 🥲

my boys played v*gas and lost in shootout but at least we got a point!

my cutie patootie laffy @/alaf14 (kings’s version, not to be confused with the rags’) SCORED HIS SECOND GOAL OF THE SEASON ON HIS TAYLOR SWIFT BIRTHDAY! you made me so proud 🫶🏼

next up, the infuriating maple leafs; auston matthews, I HAVE BEEF WITH YOU (i will be watching from home because it’s where my job is)

buckle up babes, turcs baby (@/_alexturcotte), my son (@/brandtclarke55), and my best friend (@/francesco.pinelli71) play tomorrow against the baby canucks and i don’t know if i’ll have the right mental state to watch them (i have to im their emergency goalie 🤠)

(ps m*rk st*ne, nicolas hague, brayden mcnabb, and ivan barbashev i hope you all suffer a 10 game losing streak you fucking bitch babies. DONT GO AFTER MY CUTIE PATOOTIE!!!)

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quintonbyfield: WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT PICTURE OF ME?? HOW—?!

yourusername: @/quintonbyfield oh q baby, it’s all over twitter

quintonbyfield: @/yourusername oh, so you got it from twitter, got it

yourusername: @/quintonbyfield how do you think twitter got it? 🤭🫡

quintonbyfield: @/yourusername YOU LITTLE BI—

jordanjs224: oh my god. i look ATROCIOUS

quintonbyfield: @/jordanjs224 good. suffer.

jordanjs224: @/quintonbyfield alright listen here you little asshole—

_alexturcotte: @/jordanjs224 @/quintonbyfield babes, there’s no need to fight! cant we all just get along?

jordanjs224: @/_alexturcotte shut up, this ain’t about you

_alexturcotte: @/jordanjs224 🥲

quintonbyfield: @/_alexturcotte i would never treat you this way

yourusername: @/_quintonbyfield @/jordanjs224 if y’all are gonna fight, at least do it when y’all get home please? i need some entertainment in my life

francesco.pinelli71: @/yourusername am i not enough for you? 🤨

yourusername: @/francesco.pinelli71 YOU’RE LITERALLY LEAVING FOR COLORADO MONDAY 🤠

fan23: she’s feeding the jordan girlies 🤭

fan55: oh my god?? q?? holy fuck y/n KNOWS what she’s doing taking these photos

alaf14: y/n you didn’t need to threaten them, im okay 😭

yourusername: @/alaf14 you were practically thrown to the ice like a ragdoll and then you got HIGH STICKED and were BLEEDING and you’re telling me you’re “okay”??? dude…

alaf14: @/yourusername it’s hockey it happens. besides, YOU WILLINGLY HAVE PUCKS FLYING AT LETHAL SPEEDS AT YOUR FACE AND YOU STOP THEM WITH YOUR BODY

yourusername: @/alaf14 why are you YELLING?? im making sure everyone knows that if they hurt you that they are on my hit list. i will do what flower did to bedsy and trip them up

alaf14: @/yourusername that’s a sure way you don’t make it in the nhl

yourusername: @/alaf14 i will trip you up if you don’t shut the fuck up

alaf14: @/yourusername YOU’RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE KEEP DOING YOU 🫡

yourusername: @/alaf14 that’s what i thought <33

fan15: wait y/n is their emergency goalie?? how did i not know this information?

yourusername: @/fan15 it’s not widely advertised but im tryna be a big girl in the big leagues 🫶🏼

fan15: @/yourusername OMG THANK YOU

francesco.pinelli71: thank you for humbling them. clarkey and i have been dying of laughter for five minutes and turcs is looking at us like a disappointed father

yourusername: @/francesco.pinelli71 i live to serve, but i think it’s been established that turcs is disappointed father and im eccentric mother

francesco.pinelli71: @/yourusername YOU’RE SO RIGHT

_alexturcotte: @/yourusername @/francesco.pinelli71 i regret introducing the two of you

francesco.pinelli71: @/_alexturcotte i dont !

yourusername: @/_alexturcotte @/francesco.pinelli71 i don’t either!

fan12: y/n’s friendships with alex’s best friends >>>

brandtclarke55: MOM I WANNA BE LIKE YOU WHEN I GROW UP

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_alexturcotte: thank you for humbling my boyfriends. they’re not allowed to have their egos inflated.

yourusername: @/_alexturcotte of course, my love! expect nothing less!

quintonbyfield: @/_alexturcotte @/yourusername FUCKING OFFENDED???

jordanjs224: @/quintonbyfield @/_alexturcotte is this what betrayal feels like?

quintonbyfield: @/jordanjs224 fuck you.

jordanjs224: @/quintonbyfield time and place

_alexturcotte: @/quintonbyfield @/jordanjs224 without me?

quintonbyfield: @/_alexturcotte @/jordanjs224 never babygorl

yourusername: @/quintonbyfield @/jordanjs224 @/_alexturcotte 💀

_alexturcotte: i love you, my darling <33

yourusername: @/_alexturcotte i love you more, my love <33

~

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this little installment! i have a halloween one planned and am working on a blurb about worlds!! there will also be hopefully a blurb on turcs introducing her to the boys. I LOVE YOU ALL AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING

as always, reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated 🫶🏼

~soph <33

[kuruna]

omg what a fun ask game… for xan!!! my friend xan…. 💥🍧💐🍁✏️🌠. sorry for so many i just like him 😭

Heehee I'm happy to talk about him ^.^ I'm glad you like him so much...! :~)

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

I've mentioned before that Xan struggles with feelings of guilt and insecurity... unfortunately for him, these emotions get twisted together and shape into anger! Unlike his brother who turns his anger into actions, Xan's anger tends to stop him in his tracks. He overthinks things and reacts a bit immaturely, and his own immaturity just makes him feel even worse 😔 unfortunately he tends to take the mental leap from "I am experiencing an irrational emotion" to "therefore I must be a bad person" and it makes it difficult for him to process these emotions properly.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Not "from his childhood" in the traditional sense, but the jewelry he wears used to belong to his mother, and she'd worn it for as long as he can remember. As you can imagine he has a pretty significant attachment to his jewelry due to this, and keeps it in pretty good shape despite being very, very aged at this point in time. If he lost even a single piece he'd be inconsolable 💔

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

I've actually thought of this kinda thing recently ^.^ using the flower meanings listed here. For a bouquet: - Scabiosa (unfortunate attachments) - Hyacinth (purple) (Forgiveness and sorrow) - Star of Bethlehem (Hope and reconciliation) - Magnolia (Nobility) A flower that I associate with him but I wouldn't put in the bouquet is spiderlily, due to its association with both death and clinginess. As for his favourites I could see him liking snapdragons quite a bit...!

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

I think he's rather fond of Autumn! I think he enjoys watching the world around him change, and how it's a bit different every time despite how long he's lived and how many times he's seen it. I also think he appreciates that it isn't Hot anymore, but also isn't too cold yet either (he has a naturally low body temperature so winter is NOT for him)

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

"Inhuman one, your strength will destroy you" from Caroline Alexander's translation of The Iliad !

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

This is a hard one... I can see him wishing for different things at different points in times. At some point he might've wished to become king, though he would also feel frustrated that it didn't happen based on his own merits alone. At another point he would've probably wished for an end to his immortality / deathlessness. Nowadays... I think he would refuse such an offer! I think that he is determined to build a future for himself with his own two hands.

[karlkapri]

I am in my Kyle Dubas era!!!!!!! 😩🥵💦🔥 who has written about him on ao3?? Who is he with? Who do I need to start obsessing over to be with him?! 😭 are the pens worthy? I do not want him to go there and fail!! (I’m a baby hockey fan just finding my feet)

Hi hockey baby!

You probably know about as much about Kyle Dubas as I do. I follow hockey from Europe, and there is very little interest for anything but the Scandinavian players over here.

(We don't care about the OG 6 teams at all, but we like the Swedes and of course Mats Zuccarello makes the national news every time he gets even a single point in an NHL game. It's kinda cute. We're proud of our boy.)

If you want any Actual Information you might be better off asking a Maple Leaf blog, but I can try to answer a few of your questions based on what I've learned trough hockeyblr osmosis and by watching the Maple Leafs docuseries like.. 5 different times..

So who should you obsess over him to be with?

AO3 says William Nylander, and based entirely on that one clip in the Maple Leafs All or Nothing documentary series where Dubas says Nylander is "SO FRUSTRATING" I'm inclined to agree with that.

There's also.. um.. this..

Which: hot.

(asked @sidcrosbrainworms and they said Nylander and maybe Matthews so.. peer reviewed)

Dubas is close friends with Jason Spezza and there's some speculation about Spezza potentially joining him in Pittsburgh. Could be cute. I'm also linking this post by himbeaux-on-ice about the relationship between Dubas and coach Keefe because I found it interesting.

RE: Dubas and the Pens

Josh Yohe seems to have decided that it's Fanfic o'clock:

And not to slutshame or anything, but Sidney Crosby is the easiest person in the world to write fic about, so I have 0 doubt that there will be Crosby/Dubas content published within the next few weeks, it just might take the fanfic girlies a few days to catch up on the news.

Here's Pens twitter making a case for a Dubas sandwich on pens bread:

I personally would love for Sullivan/Dubas/Crosby to become A Thing on pensblr at the very least.

Now:

Are the Pens worthy? Sigh. I mean, I love them, they're my little guys. The core 3 are still playing very well and I think there's definitely potential for this to be a good season if Dubas can scrape together some support for them. Goaltending has been an issue though, and Dubas has already spoken about the need to address it:

(check out this website if you're curious about our cap situation & feel free to just message me if you have any questions about how all of that works or drop another anon ask & I'll get back to you)

I obviously don't want Dubas to fail either, but even if the Pens aren't immediately in contention for the cup, even if Dubas makes a million mistakes, our previous GM was fairly awful so like.. the bar is literally on the floor.

Things Can Only Get Better

I think Kylie Dubes will be fine 💛

I hope you enjoy your hockey-watching-experience, and if no ones told you yet: welcome to hockeyblr!

EDIT: check the replies for Sheldon/Kyle notes provided by @pptiny

[sroloc--elbisivni]

(Another one from Whispering Forest :D This entire scene was breathtaking)

The woman in a grand kusode made of living scarlet maple leaves seated on a mountain as though it was the dais of her audience hall and looking out over the valley was an unfamiliar feature of the terrain. Her hair was swept around her like a wild wave and her face was smooth as a porcelain mask. Her name came to him like this was a dream.

“Aki-Onna-sama.”

“Miyamoto Usagi,” she said, still watching the valley. “You freed me once, when your life was at risk and you could have fled.”

Usagi searched his memory. “I’m sorry. I don’t recall this.”

“Mortals rarely do, and you were still a child then. But I owe you a debt. Witness.”

Send me up to 500 words from a fic and I will give you my director's commentary on it!

ahhhhhhhh aki-onna!!! okay i GOTTA get photos for this hang on--

these are the two actual looks we get at Aki-onna in the one Usagi Yojimbo story she appears in. (note baby usagi in the lower left of the right picture.) that's "Autumn." it was one of the first stories I read, because it's the fourth one in Volume One of the Usagi Yojimbo saga. I think this is about the point at which the switch in my brain got firmly flipped and i went 'oh i'm IN THIS in this.' it's still one of my favorites, and it's the first UY story i read that really went full speed ahead on 'this is a world of monsters and magic.' (there's an argument to be made that the whole thing is a hallucination usagi had but i think that's a boring explanation.) I knew from the beginning that this story was going to be leaning into autumn vibes, and i put together pretty quickly that if I was making it a theme she was the perfect character to incorporate. especially since this whole fic is my psyop to get people to read the comics.

originally I thought she'd be like....an information source, someone who provided a key detail to crack the whole thing open. she was supposed to show up between mikey getting attacked in the woods and the forest getting set on fire. at some point i realized she worked much better as part of the climax.

true story, before i wrote her into this and double checked my information, I genuinely thought Aki-Onna was an existing mythological personage Sakai had adapted into the comic. and then I tried to research her and every single english source i found just went straight back to the comics (it's possible that i'm talking out of my ass here and there's a mythology of an autumn lady that hasn't been translated to english that sakai picked up somewhere else.) there's the yuki-onna, a type of yokai like beautiful women who lead people to die in snowstorms, but autumn personified as a woman who can be imprisoned to stop the changing seasons...she's an original. i love her. she hasn't recurred since, and I don't think she ever will--I don't actually think canon Aki-Onna owes Usagi a debt. she's above and beyond him. it made for a convenient way to get her in the story, though, and an extra convenient way to see all the action of the climax. it was important to me that even though it's technically a deus ex machina, she herself is doing very little--she's holding back the rain until the moment where it will have the most impact, and she's letting Usagi see what he's brought about. every other character who has come up in this story has fought to get things to where they are. she's just stopping by.

i loved describing her, too, trying to convey this sense of OTHERWORLDLINESS that her image gives after you've gotten used to anthropomorphism. she gets compared to a force of nature and something inhuman, and is placed in an impossible setting. I picked that paragraph apart and put it back together several times to try and make sure the narration flowed because i wanted it to be all impact, nothing where the reader had to think about words. (fun research sidebar: this section is where i realized that 'kimono,' while a term in existence at the time, would not have been used to refer to most common formal garments--we get kusode instead. went back after this and edited leo being mean and hot scene accordingly.) in the same spirit of "she's just stopping by" and "everything about her needs to make an impact", she only has four lines in the entire story. which is! SOMETHING! when two of them are also the only exposition non-comics readers are going to get on her presence!!!!

i loved this scene for the imagery, and getting to draw into another part of the comics that meant a lot to me, and also for the way I got to make it the buy-in for the cutting between scene. it led into the scene that changed everything about the way I had been telling this story so far, and brought together everything--I had to do it in a way that made people want to come along with me. it's wonderful to hear you liked it!!!

[carylerxsecretsanta]

Celebrating Carol

written for @laurellibra

Title:  Celebrating Carol Author:  @theresnosafeharbor4myships Rating:  PG Summary:  Daryl, Judith, and RJ surprise Carol for her almost-Christmas birthday. A/N:  Happy holidays, LauralLibra! I hope you're having a blessed season and that you enjoy this little bit of lighthearted Caryl. Merry Christmas! :D

“Okay, Jude, can you measure the cinnamon while I slice the oranges?”

“Sure.” She opened the silverware drawer and took out the measuring spoon before grabbing the small canister of spice from the cupboard.

“And what can I do?” RJ asked enthusiastically, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

Daryl pulled one of the kitchen barstools over and set it in front of the stove. “You can put some of the cranberries,” Daryl pointed to the small container of fruit, “into the pot, but be careful.”

He stood next to RJ and watched the kids about their tasks as he quickly cut orange slices to add to the red wine he’d just set to heat on the stove.

“What’s this called again?” RJ wondered, gently plopping cranberries one by one into the pot.

“Mulled wine,” Judith answered before Daryl could. She stood on the other side of her brother, carefully sprinkling cinnamon from the measuring spoon into the warming liquid.

“Why’s it called that?”

Judith shrugged and looked to Daryl for the answer.  

“Dunno. It just means there’s extra stuff added for flavor.”

“Is it good?”

“I never tried it before,” Daryl answered honestly, handing a wooden spoon to RJ to stir the concoction as he dropped the orange slices in. He snagged the small container of cloves off the counter and added a few of them to the drink.

The kids peered into the pot as RJ stirred. “One more thing, Jude. You wanna measure in one tablespoon of maple syrup?”

She nodded and moved to get the sweetener as Daryl hovered over RJ for safety’s sake.

“Why didn’t you never tried it?” RJ asked.

“’Cause I never thought it’d taste good.”

“Then why are we making it?”

“It’s a present for Aunt Carol,” Judith responded, turning the tablespoon full of syrup upside down over the pan and watching the sweetener ooze slowly into the mixture. “For her birthday.”

“But I thought it’s Christmas time.”

“It is,” Jude responded.

“But isn’t that Jesus’s birthday?”

“Yeah, but Aunt Carol’s birthday isn’t the same as Christmas,” Daryl explained. “It’s just close to Christmas.”

“On a different day,” Jude clarified.

“How do you know it’s her birthday?”

“’Cause she told us.”

“When?”

Daryl’s mind immediately flashed to those first nights at the quarry, a hundred lifetimes ago. Several in their party, including Carol, Lori, and the kids, sat close to the campfire as the sun dropped below the horizon, making way for the cool of the evening. He would’ve moved closer to the warmth, but Merle would’ve given him hell for it, so he stood in the shadows on the periphery with his pain-in-the-ass brother, arms crossed in frustration, eyeing the group of people who’d bonded together for safety.

“What do you miss the most?” Sophia’s voice, barely audible, reached his ears, and he watched her and Carl huddling close together.

“Watching cartoons,” Carl answered. “Playing baseball. Pizza. And going to lake with my friends. We were supposed to do that a few weeks ago for my birthday.”

“When was your birthday?”

“October 12th. When’s yours?”

“July 7th.”

“Oh, that’s close to my mom’s. Hers is—”

“Your mom’s what?” Lori wondered, having heard herself mentioned and turning her attention from her conversation with Carol to the kids.

“Your birthday is July 5th,” Carl finished. “Right?”

Lori ruffled his hair. “Yep. Why?”

“We’re just talking about stuff we miss,” Sophia answered, somewhat forlornly.

“Like school?” Carol asked, half hiding a smirk.

“No way!”

“Come on, Sophia, let’s get outta here before we give them any other bad ideas!”

They took off running towards the RV, and Daryl turned his attention to the two women, ignoring Merle’s grumbling about the kids kicking up dust while he was trying to clean his gun.

“You’re an Independence Day baby, huh?” Carol asked Lori.

“Yeah, never really got a party of my own. It was always lumped together with the 4th.”

“I know how that is. My birthday’s December 22nd.”

“Brutal,” Lori sympathized. “You must’ve hated that as a kid.”

Carol’s answer was lost as her beast of a husband joined them around the campfire and she drew up the walls around herself.

The old memory shot an arrow of fury and pain through his heart. He looked at the two kids staring at him, waiting for an answer. And yet still so much to be grateful for.

“Long before you and your sister were born,” he stated, covering RJ’s hand on the spoon with his own, ensuring the stirring happened to focus on the present.

“When was that?”

“Alright, enough questions.” He turned off the stove as the wine barely started bubbling and playfully swatted the kid’s butt. His curiosity would go on forever if he didn’t nip it.

“Yeah, we gotta get everything ready for Aunt Carol,” Judith said excitedly peering into the pot of now-mulled wine.

“What for Aunt Carol?” Carol’s voice came to them from the hallway.

She must’ve come in through the back door. Judith pushed the messily wrapped gifts to the edge of the counter, and she and RJ stood up straight as Carol came into the kitchen.

“Surprise! Happy birthday!” they sang out.

“Happy birthday,” Daryl chimed in, noting the pink flush in her cheeks from the cold.

Her eyebrows rose, and a small smile graced her face as she peeled off her jacket and folded it onto one of the kitchen barstools. “What’s all this?”

As a quick, unspoken hello, Daryl grasped her hand as he passed her, moving to the cupboard over the sink to grab cups for all of them as the kids explained. “Uncle Daryl told us it was your birthday, and we wanted to surprise you!”

From the corner of his eye, he saw her look at him briefly before fixing her attention on the kids again. He hung the handles of three mugs onto the fingers of his left hand and grabbed one more cup with the other, knocking the cupboard closed.

“Well, I’m certainly surprised!” She saw a few haphazardly wrapped gifts on the counter and a steaming pot of something-or-other on the stove. “You did all this for me?”

He turned back to his family, the kids nodding furiously and beaming at Carol, then excitedly taking up their gifts for her and setting them on the dining room table in front of her chair. He moved in close to her, the right side of his body nearly spooning hers as he leaned closer, his lips at her right ear. “There’s nothin’ I wouldn’t do for you,” he whispered.

Those words in that husky whisper of his sent shivers racing down her spine. Before she could recover, he placed a quick kiss against her neck, then walked to the island and set the mugs down.

“Aunt Carol, you okay?”

Judith’s question made Daryl glance up at Carol, who stood where he’d left her, frozen in place, staring at him. He winked at her before turning his attention back to serving the mulled wine.

“I’m okay,” she finally answered, though it sounded a bit breathless to him.

The kids tugged her by the hands towards the table. “Come on, we got you presents!” RJ exclaimed.

“Alright, alright.” She allowed them to pull her to her seat at the table. She sat down, and the kids scrambled into their chairs, one on each side of her. Daryl set a mug of steaming liquid in front of her with a small flourish, and she looked up at him questioningly.

“We made you mold wine!” RJ told her, and Daryl and Carol both barely refrained from laughing.

“Mulled,” Jude corrected emphatically, then, questioning herself, turned to him. “Right, Uncle Daryl?”

“Yeah, mulled. Aunt Carol’s favorite.”

“Can I try some?” RJ asked.

“No way,” Daryl answered, grabbing the kids’ cups off the counter. “But you can have apple cider.”

“Yum!”

“Yum!” RJ mimicked his sister, as Daryl set a cup down in front of each of them.

He took up his mug full of the seasoned wine and held it out towards Carol. “Cheers. To a happy birthday.”

She clinked her cup to his, her eyes bright, a pleased smile on her face. “Thank you.”

He leaned down to kiss her cheek as the kids lifted their mugs to toast her. “Happy birthday, Aunt Carol!” Judith exclaimed.

“Happy birthday and Merry Christmas!” RJ clinked his glass twice to Carol’s before slurping down a large gulp of cider.

“Thank you.” She looked at each of them in turn, her eyes lingering gratefully on Daryl, who now sat across the table from her. “This is very sweet of you.”

“And we have presents too!” RJ enthused. “But you can only have your birthday presents now. Christmas presents on Christmas.”

She gave them a surprised look. “Separate presents!?”

“Yeah, it was Uncle Daryl’s idea,” Judith told her.

Carol tilted her head slightly in inexpressible gratitude, and Daryl couldn’t stop staring at her, her pink cheeks, tear-filled eyes, loving expression. “Love you,” he told her simply.

“I love you,” she responded, and his heart beat faster, same as it did every time she said those words to him.

“I love you, too,” RJ told her, breaking the moment of intensity.

She chuckled and reached for his hand, then looked at Jude and did the same. “And I love you both.”

“You wanna open your presents now?” RJ asked excitedly.

“Yes, of course!”

“And then we can have cake, right, Uncle Daryl?”

He nodded as Carol’s eyes went wide. “There’s cake too?”

“Lots of dessert waiting for you,” Daryl promised with a twinkle in his eye, though his expression remained neutral.

A smile flirted on her lips. “Well then, let’s get started so we can get to the good stuff.”

[pink-bird-30]

Titans 4x03

SPOILERS AHEAD

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

(Might be pointless at this point since most people have already watched 4x03)

Sorry this is a little late, I've been busy with Grad school work and my job lately.

Let's dive in!

-I'm glad we picked up where we left off in episode 4x02. 4x02 left us on a big cliffhanger of Raven losing her powers. Her hair turning white and her gem breaking is a huge deal. The more episodes we get into the more I see the parallel between Titans and Teen Titans season 4.

-This is more of a personal comment, but we've been here for 4 seasons and they can't get a more realistic wig for Raven? Gar's wig has a nice part that looks natural, and so does Kori's wigs. But for some reason Raven's still lacks for me. Don't get me wrong, it's perfect for Raven, but it needs to look a little more natural.

-Jay is finally getting his training!!! I'm really excited to see how he develops into his own hero and become Red Robin. I know some people are bothered by him (idk why, he's great) but I want to see him come into himself and how he will contribute to the team. He had a great impact last season with helping Donna to come back and reunite Hank with his brother. I can feel he will do great things and we have much more to see.

-Dick's development these three episodes is such a 180 from the man we've seen the last 3 season. It still irks me that it has only been about 2 weeks since they left Gotham, and he's already made such big changes and his developing feelings for Kori. To me, it seems rushed on some part, but the other part of me has to realize this has been building for 3 seasons. But I can't ignore that Dick from a month ago went off to face Jason without back-up. That is why I was glad Dick told Kori she was coming with him to meet up with Jinx. He wanted her there to help him and I think that is a big change for Dick.

"We're a team, we take this on together."

I feel like a proud mom.

-I love that Krypto is pretty much a ESA(Emotional Support Animal) for Connor cuz that kids really does need some emotional support. Between Kom last season and Lex literally being murdered in front of him...kid needs a big fat hug.

-I love that last season we had Gizmo and now we have Jinx. Are we entering a HIVE era?!?!?!?

-Jinx has always been an interesting character for me. The most I know of her comes from Teen Titans, and I won't lie, she's a pretty cool anti-hero/villain. I aways liked her powers and the badass person she is. But what I did not like about her on Titans is they made her another one of Dick's flings. I just don't understand the purpose of this. Why can't she just be a woman from Dick's past that he tried to help but she turned on him? Why bring up that they used to hook up at some point and she betrayed him? I think the only relevant part of their past that should be brought up is Jinx is deceiving and will betray you. That is enough to get the point across without whipping out Dick's long list of lovers.

Moving on before I rant too hard...

-Dick's reaction to Kori turning into stone was too precious. Immediately this man was ready to fight for this woman. He was overly concerned and adamant that Jinx turn her back to normal. But when she didn't Dick was ready to do anything to get her back to normal.

-It's a big deal that Raven lost her demonic powers, a huge deal if the Cult wanted her powers for the crystal. But Raven is so happy not to be an empath anymore. Like this poor little girl is calm and free of demons for the first time in her life. And I hate that she will experience this freedom, a brief taste of it, and then eventually she'll have her demonic gem back and she'll have these dark powers again. I'm unsure if they will have her experience her mother's magic and discover it or just keep her powerless until the red moon.

(Also, Raven taking a swing of maple syrup was fantastic.)

-I've been saying it since 4x01 but with Gar's visions from the "skin walkers" and them warning him of the Red Moon and the troubles they will face in the near future, MAJOR. THE. END. VIBES. Like there is no doubt in my mind that Trigon will be resurrected as well as Slade as his servant, because if I recall correctly from the promo, Slade was in it. In Teen Titans, Slade did Trigon's bidding and went after Raven, but it seems like Mother Mayhem is also part of this servitude as well. Now it makes me wonder what Sebastian has to do with all of this. Mother Mayhem speaks of him like he is her lost child, but who is he?

-I really liked the moment between Gar and Rachel. I like knowing that they have each other's backs when weird shit starts to happen.

-Random, but I need to say it. Why the hell was that dude barreling around 40 gallons of blood?! Is that even sanitary? Is that FDA approved?! I also feel for the guy, he was about to propose and he gets killed by a blood spider, a fucking blood spider. I already have arachnophobia but that increased my fear by tenfold.

-I love Dick having a long list of things he hates: Ninjas, and now Magic.

Okay, the big scene of the episode (in my opinion): Kori's vision.

-It was nice to know Kori wasn't completely unresponsive while in the state she was in. But her having visions again is interesting. In 4x01, Dick is listing off Kori's destinies and that is a big foreshadow for what is to come. So far her destines were: Kill Rachel, Save Tamaran, Kill a bunch of people, & Save Gotham (as per Dick Grayson). But during her vision Zadira, her old trainer from Tamaran, tells her there is so much more to come. And that her destiny is still evolving.

But

But

Dick is a huge part of that destiny and I want to know right now. We already have an idea of what Kori's destiny with Dick will be since Dick saw part of that destiny in the form of an adorable little Mar'i Grayson, but I need it now. I am deprived!!

But I also want to point out hat Kori will have a big part in the Red Moon. Will she be the reason is comes to be? Will she be the one to resolve the issues associated with the Red Moon? What will be her purpose and how will it lead to her destiny with Dick???

Let's bring it back.

-When the bullshit with Jinx is over, Dick straight up is done with her antics. I'm glad he extended an invitation for her to help them since they are so out of their element with magic (even if it was a bribe to get out of some debt). But it was a smart move to make, but I have a feeling it will backfire at some point with Jinx history of betrayal.

Now for that scene: "To lift the magic you have to kiss her."

-When I say my jaw dropped, it dropped. Dick seems to pause for awhile and I'm glad he didn't just straight up do it because A) that would be their first kiss outside of their relationship from season 1. B)Hellllooooo consent is key people!!! C) Part of him definitely did not believe Jinx, which I'm glad for the hesitation.

(I also want to point out that Brenton played Prince Phillip in Maleficent and you know the story of sleeping beauty. I thought it was a cute nod to his previous character, especially since he had to give up the role in the second movie to stay playing Dick Grayson for us.)

Once Kori is woken up from the spell, I love the fire and rage she has towards Jinx.

"I will fuck you up."

I got so hyped up after that.

Last mentions:

-I will mention the scenes with Sebastian-I'm curious to see what Mother Mayhem has in store for him. They really keep fucking with him and now that he's with the Titans, I'm expecting a big fight scene next week. Or maybe even a rematch between Mother Mayhem and Super Boy. That would be pretty cool to see.

Lastly,

"When the blood moon is full, the world will fall to evil."

The chills I experienced after that line.

We are really in it this season and I'm beyond excited.

Until next time! Hope you like my break down of the episode!

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

Oh come on admit it Barchie isn’t that bad of a ship. I bet if you watched the series again without your Bughead goggles, you’d see. I used to be a Bughead but I can’t watch Cole play Jughead anymore. Which sucks because they were a great ship. But after that shower scene I was convinced that Lili has chemistry with KJ too. They’re actually cute together. And their sex scenes are next level. The barchie fandom however can be annoying.

Not a barchie fan but they’ve been on most enternimanet sites best couples and most exciting moments of the year. That’s the lili effect

Dear, anon, I’m going to make an assumption here, although that’s not very fair to you, as I might be wrong. In which, case, I apologise in advance.

My assumption is this: I think that your engagement in Riverdale ships depends on the actors rather than the fictional characters (who are the focus of my investment). This is in no way a criticism. There are a lot of different ways to consume TV. The reason I’m pointing this out is because, in regards to shipping, it seems that you and I are probably coming from completely different places: what works for you won’t necessarily work for me.

For example, I have no problem whatsoever watching Cole Spouse playing Jughead. In fact, Jughead has been -again: for me- the main source of what little entertainment s5 provided. 

This is first and foremost a bughead blog, so I’m not sure what you expect as an answer to your ask.

I do indeed have Bughead goggles. They are the reason I’m still watching the train wreck that is the CW’s Riverdale! Anon! I don’t like Archie! Ergo, I don’t like b*rchie. If the show’s name had been Archie, instead of Riverdale, I would have probably not even watched the pilot!

Archie is boring at best (Comic!Archie, s1!Archie), infuriating at worst (S2-5!Archie). It’s not so much that his behaviour post s1 is problematic (everyone in Riverdale does problematic things) but rather the fact that it’s never framed in a negative light. S5Archie, anon, is a military officer, who’s been earning his living by making war abroad. Let the politics of this particular writing choice sink in.

You call b*rchie “not that bad of a ship”. That is ... not exactly a ringing endorsement. Is "not that bad" enough to make a shipper out of someone? You also call them cute together. I beg to differ, for the simple reason that B*rchie are not together in RiverDALE and never have been. During 95 episodes, they’ve never been a couple. The closest they came to being “together” was their friends-with-benefits arrangement. Was the shower scene hot? Sure, why not. Two good looking actors (even if KJ Apa does not fit my definition of eye candy –that’s always subjective) rubbed their wet naked bodies together and moaned. So? Once again: this is not criticism. There’s nothing wrong with a fwb arrangement nor with liking ships for their “next level” (debatable) sex scenes. It’s just that those aren’t enough to ensure my interest.  Archie professed his love for Betty in s5 (or any season for that matter) exactly zero times. What he did profess though, while having an arrangement with Betty, was his love for Veronica. Once to Veronica herself, a second time to his army buddy and a third time … to … Betty! Oof! Same goes for Betty. While fwb!b*rchie was happening, Betty (unlike Veronica) was never involved in any of Archie’s plots. Nor was Archie involved in any of Betty’s plots (that would be Jughead). They had one and only one discussion during their “ship” and that was their break up. They weren't even exclusive (Betty was still seeing Glen). Shipping-wise, I do not find any of that very fulfilling. But again: to each their own.

As for b*rchie being on most entertainment sites best couples and most exciting moments of the year … Why should a ship's popularity or lack thereof have any baring to anyone's enjoyment of said ship? Also: really? They're popular? That’s some maple mushroom level stuff, anon. No, they aren’t. I’m sorry to burst your bubble but there is no Lili effect either: b*rchie’s plotline has been voted as one of the worst tv storylines by buzzfeed for both 2020 and 2021. The most popular video on youtube for “barchie season 5” (the shower scene) has less views than “bughead season 6” (fully clothed bughead making out). One has been up for 10 months the other for only 2 weeks. Can a really good actor shine even in a shitty film/show? Of course. But the idea that either Lili or Cole can, by the sheer force of their presence/personality/acting abilities/fanbase, compensate for the lack of good writing in the 5th / 6th season of a show that is already failing … that is a bit of an overestimation. Betty is a popular character in part due to the charisma of the actress who portrays her but, no, she has not carried b*rchie to success (and it would be absurd to expect her -or anyone really- to do so).

I’m happy you found a ship that brings you joy, anon. Bully for you! Not sure what you expect me to do with this information though! You enjoy your ship, I’ll enjoy mine: So, bully for me too!

[caravelmp3]

FEAR AND LOATHING IN DOMESTICATION

pairing: josh kiszka x reader warning(s): mentions of alcohol, references to sex, depression, & anxiety  synopsis: in better terms, josh kiszka is a rolling stone, and when the pandemic causes the band to settle down for an undisclosed amount of time, reader helps josh come out of his slump note: title & reference to that one interview. you know the one. as someone with a fear of domestication as well, i related so hard to josh when he talked about settling down, and this came out of that. it’s just a lil something !! also posted on ao3 if you would like to check it out there instead. hope you all enjoy !! x 

Josh was a vagabond, a nomad, living a peripatetic lifestyle of hopping from city to city overnight by bus or jet, bouncing between venues and interviews as if he was born to do so. Staying in three-star motel rooms in the middle of nowhere became a part of his lifestyle, one that he became quite adjusted to after three years on the go. Even while visiting home he was between family and friend houses, checking in on old stomping grounds, visiting studios hours away, anything to stay busy. In the clearest sense of terms, he was a rolling stone.

So, as everyone imagined it would happen, he began to lose his sense of self in 2020. One second the band were planning the release of an album, preparing to hit the road and play stadiums in South America with Metallica in the spring, and then the next they were hit with the news of cancellations and push-backs to everything they had been working towards. With the rise of a pandemic they were forced into a hiatus and into the first real break any of them had received, if they didn’t count the few days visiting home last holiday season.

He and the rest of the band hunkered down in Nashville and Josh started to live in his worst fear - domesticity. He was waking up at the same time every day in the same city, he was living the same life day after day, and it became old very quickly. While catching up on rest and exploring a new city was fun at first, it started to look like every other city before long. The adventure he would wake up to with excitement was no longer around. He had been forced to settle down, and he felt like a trapped animal trying to gnaw its own leg off.

And like the rest of the band and the management team, you hated seeing him that way.

The relationship between you and Josh was short, but you knew Josh for years, and you noticed the differences in his personality immediately once you followed him to Nashville following the shut down of your own job.

You once swung by the studio with a surprise lunch for the boys and the team and he was struggling to write lyrics on a notepad in the other room, surrounded by crumpled and balled sheets of paper. He would stay up later at night scrolling through airline websites for flights out of Nashville to random cities (as long as he was traveling, he told himself), and he shifted through hobbies to find anything that stuck (which eventually was reading and painting) (there was a corner of the living room filled with stacks of books and canvas paintings).

And you tried your best, even when times were hard on you, too. In order to boost Josh’s spirits and get his mind off the persistent idea that he was stuck in time, you attempted baking new treats and made him try them after dinner, you dabbled in bartending and made new drinks with tequila, set up painting dates in the backyard after work, bought books from second-hand stores you thought he would enjoy, and bought new and random vinyl for the nights spent in during summer storms.

But the bright blue, cloudless summer skies and warm breezes rustling the trees of summer became the red of maples and the bronze of oaks of autumn. Everyone hoped things would be different, maybe even just slightly, but nothing had changed at all. The band was still in Nashville, making the best of their time off to expand the album and the universe it was set in, and you were back to working, but only remotely, so Josh insisted you stayed with them instead of traveling back home at seemingly the height of the worst so far.

When the long, hot days turned into cooler mornings and long nights with the sun setting at five p.m., the effect of the year had finally hit everyone. Everyone was tired, they felt defeated.

So in one last desperate attempt to boost spirits and morale, everyone set off on their own adventure and escaped Nashville in the early days of December. Danny was going to Los Angeles, Sam was going skiing in Montana, and you knew that Josh and Jake needed their own trip. So after a few phone calls and exchanged emails over a week, you booked a trip for the twins and their family in Key West. It was something small - a rented RV for the dreaded sixteen-hour drive south, but what awaited them was a week in a rented beach house and days on a boat in the Gulf.

You booked it for everyone, you wanted the boys and their family to let loose and spend some time together before work drove them away again, but you weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t book it with Josh in mind. He was a fan of the beach and islands, history, and the water and sun and sand, and after months hunched over a studio coffee table writing and working endlessly on the album design, he deserved time to himself, to recover, to recoup.

You told him before bed on Thanksgiving day. The Kiszka family had come down from Michigan to celebrate the holiday, and they did with dinner and a fire in the pit in the backyard with music and plaid blankets and smores under the stars. After staying up talking to his mom, Josh had come to bed last with the lingering scent of fire smoke in his hair and Corona on his breath, and he met you under the covers, nestling his face in the crook of your neck before pressing a soft kiss against your skin while wishing you goodnight.

Humming, you rolled over and rolled into him. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around you, and that’s when you, in a sleep-deprived state, began to rattle off all of your plans,

“Tell your parents to stay for another week.” You said, eyes still closed, half-asleep.

Josh paused. “Why?” It wasn’t something he was opposed to, but it caught him by surprise.

“I booked a trip for the rest of us. While Danny and Sam are gone.” You laid your head on his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest. “We leave for Key West in four days.”

And the shot of adrenaline that ran through Josh was something he hadn’t felt in quite a long time. The last time he got excited about going anywhere was to a new record shop that opened up a few streets over from the house. He quickly sat up in the bed, looking down at you (now laying sideways) in the dark with a smile.

“You’re fucking joking,”

You laughed and reached out for his hand. “Not at all,” you said bringing his hand up to kiss the palm, “I’m going to pick up an RV in a couple of days, and we can surprise your parents and take them shopping for clothes and everything else we need.”

Out of what seemed like a rush of euphoria, Josh threw himself on top of you, peppering your face with kisses and you laughed at the show of affection and at the tickle of the growing mustache he managed to grow (and pull off). You turned your head, holding his cheeks, and kissed him.

“Now, come on, let’s get some sleep.”

“Well that’s unlikely - now I’m going to lay here and think about all the dumb shit we can do.” He said, sliding under the covers and sliding an arm around you.

You just laughed and nestled your cheek against his chest, listening in to the quiet shuffling in the hallway outside the door of everyone going to bed, to the ticking sound of the clock on the wall, and then to Josh’s voice,

“Do you think they have pirate themed dinner cruises?”

“If they do, I’m sure you’ll find out about it.”

And he did.

(There wasn’t one.)

But you found so much more than you two ever dreamed of. Trading dreary Nashville for a bright and warm island, you welcomed the hot breeze and sun-kissed skin.

And even though there wasn’t a pirate themed dinner cruise, you watched Josh come alive in a new environment. You strolled hand-in-hand with him through the butterfly and nature conservatory, letting him rave about the multicolored birds and point at flowers he thought you would like while capturing them on film. On Duval Street he pulled you to get caricature portraits done, he ordered shots for everyone in the bar after a night spent swimming. He roamed Dry Tortugas National Park with Jake, admiring the view and history within the brick fort walls, and first thing one morning he pulled you out of bed to get breakfast and visit the Ernest Hemingway Home, so you sat with him on a bench in the morning light and drank coffee and pet the roaming cats that passed by.

The last night on the island you woke up naked without Josh beside you, and you turned to see him sitting on the balcony with the white sheer curtains billowing around him, writing in the journal he always kept on his person. A smile tugged on the corners of your lips.

Josh was falling in love with life again.

And you were falling in love with life again, too, because Josh was so passionate about living it.

[laketaj24]

Marked II

Author’s Note: Hello, people! I hope all is well out there! Here is a second part of Marked! I hope that you enjoy it! Let me know what you think! My taglist, requests are open, but I’m slow with the writing here lately. I apologize!

Pairings: Alpha!Henry Cavill x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Dub!Con, Masturbation, Omegavers, Smut 

Henry Cavill M A S T E R L I S T

The room smelled of fresh pine, maple syrup, and eggs, a delightful thing to wake up to in your own house and not a stranger’s. You shift beneath the red covers, sitting up in the bed and staring at the plate in front of you. Henry had cooked; there was no walk of shame when breakfast was involved. “About time, you woke up.” The groveled voice of Henry sent sensations down your body, last night still lingered down your body. The kisses on your thighs, the bite mark on your chest. Everything raged for him.

“I didn’t mean to stay the night.” But you were not going to apologize, the sheets were soft, the food was hot, and so the hell was he. The plate called your name, and you answered, picking up the white plate with a blue rim and the fork.

“I don’t mind, I called into work, had some other things I wanted to do.” Henry cocked his thick brow and smiled. “You seemed to sleep pretty well.”

“Yeah.” You started with the bacon, savoring the sweet and salty flavor before clearing your throat. There was no doubt something in you had changed in one night. “So, where do we start?”

“I’m sorry?” He looked confused, but you were not convinced.

“You bit me…” The oversized shirt hung from your shoulder, already making it easy for you to show him the bit mark mid-chest. “Called me… omega,” You swallowed the remaining bits of your bacon.

“That’s what you are, omega.” Henry was a well-toned type of animal, his muscles flexed with each move he made, and he was bulk. And now, for some reason, the only thing you could think when he was near you was how his weight would feel on top of you.

“I don’t know what that is, and nor do I want to hear about it. I want a formal apology for you biting me, and I want you to put on a damn shirt.”

“Am I bothering you?”

“Yes.” You started on the eggs, closing your eyes as you savored the first bite swirling with butter and just the right amount of seasonings. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“You’re welcome.” He shook his head. “Get some clothes on, pet.”

“Pet?”

“Yep.” He turned from the room and headed down the hallway that seemed narrow in comparison to him. “You have a few minutes to get dressed, and we are leaving.”

“To go?”

“Hurry up,” Henry added.

 It was odd being across the street from your own home but dressing somewhere else. He had been nifty while you slept, using your keys to get clothes from you all the while hiding them from you so you could not go home. You hopped quickly in the shower, equipped with a glass door. It was evident that he was watching; you could not determine if you were pissed or happy to put on a show.  The soaps appeared to be all-natural, the smell of the oils hitting your nose, adding a sense of calm to everything, even though you were anything but calm.

Henry had chosen another dress; you pandered between it being easy to access or the sight of your legs, being the reason why he chose them. Either way, you put on the ivory dress garnished with pink and yellow flowers with a smile, this dress made you think of home. There was no hope to comb your hair; he wouldn’t have known the right supplies anyhow. He waited stoically on the bed as you dressed, admiring you as a wolf would his prey, eyes narrowed and tongue sliding across his lips.

“See something you like.”

He chuckled. “That cocky attitude has to disappear before we head to the Den.”

“The Den.”

“You’ll see.” He stood from the bed, revealing the simple outfit he’d chosen for himself. A white t-shirt the clenched onto those muscles like a glove and dark denim jeans that perfectly hugged his ass. Damn if you weren’t near salivating yourself. “Come on.”

 The Den, it was nowhere near the one-way street downtown, like everything else. It was ‘up the way,’ as he said three or four times when you asked Henry. He liked to sing, though every note was offkey; you wanted to watch him do it. He had not one care in the world other than you, and one day in or not, it was more than any of the other men you dated had to offer. The windows were down, and the woody smell only grew stronger the further you drove down the backroad.

“I shouldn’t trust you this much, you know?”

“And why not?” Henry glanced from the road to meet your eyes.

“You could be a killer.”

“I would have killed you already if I were a killer.”

“Some wolves like to play with their food.” You quipped.

“Touché.”

The Den appeared in your view; it was an ominous as you pictured. A cabin-like bar with people standing outside around fire pits. Country. You liked the aesthetic, wasn’t precisely sure if you wanted to be a part of it. He opened the door for you, taking your hand in his to help you step out of the truck.

“Henry.” The hulk of a man walked over to the two of you, burly and covered with hair.

“Jason.” He smiled.

“Omega.” He bit his lip, “She is nearly in heat.”

“I know,” Henry whispered as he walked towards the door, he left you standing alone while he started to converse with Jason.

Every free eye in the area was on you, and the whispers had started. “Scared?” The friendly voice startled you, but he was there to catch you, chocolate eyes met yours as soon as you found your balance.

“No, for what…” You shrugged. “I don’t know these people.”

“But they know you, omega.”

“Okay… what the fuck is an omega?”

“Well, you’ve been marked.” He pointed at the bite mark on your chest. “Your scenting too.”

“Get the fuck away from her.” Henry barked, and the guy scrambled away with his hands up. “Why didn’t you come with me?”

“You left me standing here!” You growled. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

They all looked as if you had broken the law, disgruntled and in awe, everyone but Henry. ���You have a fucking cub’s mouth.”

“Cub? Look fucker and all of your equally fucked up friends…”

“She needs training.”

“Enough, Y/N.” Henry was in front of you in a few seconds, he pulled at your arm moving you up the steps and into The Den. And the inside appeared not to be what you thought, there wasn’t a dancefloor, a stage or even a full bar. There was a small bar, no dance floor, just a long hallway leading to a few different rooms.

“Henry.” You whispered.

“Shut up.” He answered once you were to the room. He pushed you inside, and there was nothing fancy about the place, just a bed.

“Why am I here?”

“Because,” he touched your neck. You’d started sweating. The drip was on his fingertips and took them in his mouth, closing his eyes and then growling. “You’re mine.”

“Bullshit excuse, and also no the fuck I’m not.”

“I marked you.” Henry touched your chest. “I made sure the entire pack knew to fuck off…”

“Pack? Omega.”

“Yeah, piece it together.” He moved towards you, shrouding you in his height, his presence in general. His eyes flickered amber, and those beautiful canines made their appearance.  Henry had made the thing known; he took what he wanted. He delved his fingers under the line of your panties and groaned. Why the fuck did you go weak when he was around you? They pulled the delicate fabric, and his teeth nipped at your neck. His tongue swiped the sweat, and you felt him hard behind you, instinctively you pushed your ass on him, and to your surprise, he stepped back.

“Since you have no fucking manners, I’ll make you wait.”

The sunset after a few hours, the golden hue of the room faded into the dark, and the only thing that could genuinely be heard was the rustle of the leaves outside the window door along with the occasional bustle of laughter from the men outside. It was no light, or at least you could not find one, you even clapped twice with hopes it would trigger the lights to come on, but there was nothing, just darkness. There was an innate part of you that wanted to try to break down the door and run, but from the looks of the guys in the house, they would not have allowed that to pass unnoticed.

There was no service in the god forbidden place, any call you’d tried would not even ring. You’d given up two hours ago, but your phone had not been rendered useless yet. Music was your only comfort in the place.

The smell of honeysuckles was prominent, a scent that you hadn’t smelled in years. The sweet floral scent was soothing; you stretched out on the bed, parting your legs.  Hunger. It had been a while since you truly valued yourself, took the time to give yourself pleasure. This was good as time as any. Your fingers start first exploring the smooth slope of your legs, the curves and dimples all accentuated by the slow pace you’d made for yourself. You’d enjoy yourself, even if he didn’t want to.

You were already wet, pushing your legs together for a moment, and you had drenched your panties and tossed them aside. Moments of last night flashed before your eyes, Henry had a way about him, that fucking muscled body over yours was the first. He had a way of commanding what he wanted, and he hadn’t said one fucking word. You traced over the sore areas of your thighs, the place he’d been anchored in for half the night, and then to your pussy. You were swollen at the thought, pulsing for him. You dipped your fingers into yourself, noticing how you dripped down the curve of your ass without even starting. Fuck.

The slim fingers plunged into you, and you moaned. Fuck, you should have been doing this from the start. The melodic sounds of the Summer Walker filled your ears; Girls Need Love fuck the words the song gave a feeling that was unmoved. Your nipples hardened against your bra, feeling fuller as you gripped them with your free hand and plunged back into your pussy with the other. Your walls were tighter, hungrier than you’d ever noticed. You slipped out, and you wasted no time pressing them upon your clit, rubbing in planned circles. If your clit was a safe, you knew the combination to get you where you needed to be.

Maybe you didn’t notice the door open because your eyes snapped shut, perhaps you didn’t give a fuck who saw you, but the bed dipped down as Henry sat at the edge of it. You couldn’t stop, him being around made it mandatory that you came. You rode your fingers, pushing them back into you, winding your waist before finding a rhythm that suited you.

You didn’t halt when you felt him in between your legs, the heat building as you worked harder, and then it boiled over when his long tongue met your clit. You came, the cum gushed out of you, and your head swirled. The bed was wet, but Henry didn’t seem to mind. He leaned closer, sucking at your clit and then lapping up the sweet slick that came from you. You knew now that the distinct earthy smell was him, as it intensified the closer he got.

His inhaled. “Making you mine was the easy part.” He said.

“You didn’t ask.” You said through labored breath before yelping again.

“An alpha doesn’t ask an omega. He claims her… is that not what you want?”

“I want to know more about you,” Your confession was drenched in lust, your fingers pulled at the curls in his head.

“You’re so sweet Y/N.” He sucked at your clit again, this time riling you to nearly cum again just from that, but he didn’t. You were wound tight, nerves tingled throughout your whole body, and all you wanted was to have him inside you again. Henry cupped your breasts, squeezing them to near pain and then releasing.

You sucked air through your teeth as he moved over the mark on your chest, and only moans can escape after. He tugged at your nipples, twisting, and edging the pain, then he would stop. Lap the juices from your pussy up again and laugh when you whimpered in defeat. He infuriated you.

“Don’t you want me to fuck you, Y/N.”

“Please.” Was it proper to beg, plead for this man to give you what you wanted? “Please, Henry. Fuck.”

In response, he hovers over you and plants a soft kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself; the sweetness resembles the same honeysuckles that had filled the air. What the fuck was going on? His mouth brushed down to your taut nipples, the beard tickling while he sucking at them for a moment, and then his teeth made an appearance biting until you squirmed away and then moving to the next. “I want to mark you again.” He whispered. “I want every fucking person in that room over there to know that this sweet pussy is mine.”

“Do it.” You moaned.

He grinned down at you; the sly smile was full of satisfaction and a carnal lust you’d never experienced. “I will, pet.” He pushed your legs further apart and found the spot that suits him well. He had on no pants, the heat of his heavy cock hung right on your thigh, there was no patience in you. You reached down, taking the weighted cock in your hand then lined him up to enter you, one hard stroke would be all it took to get there.

“Fuck me.” You begged. “Please.”

Henry obliged, thrusting into you so hard the headboard knocked back in response. The mewl that came from you only ignited him more. He slammed into you again and again. It was a moot point to beg for harder or faster because he knew when you wanted it. His pace was untamed, animalistic as he pinned your hands above your head and fucked you.

“Please, don’t stop.” You panted on the precipice of another orgasm. You’d lay beneath him all day and get fucked if it felt this exhilarating. “Please.”

Henry didn’t stop; he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to. Never had he been inside someone that fit him this perfectly. He wanted to mark you again, make you know he was serious when he said you were his. He flipped you on top of him, and he slipped out. You were so wet it was hard not to slip out. He didn’t mind. He liked it.

You didn’t pause the fucking, mounting him and placing your hands on his chest to anchor you. You bounced on him watching that perfect mouth form an O each time you sunk and took more of him than he thought you could make. He pushed the limits fucking you back, and all you could do was throw your head back and take it all.

His moans were louder now; he gripped your hips, guiding you over his cock, he wanted this to last longer, fuck you until you couldn’t stand was his goal since you could handle it. Your pussy clenched around him like a velvet glove, and a scream erupted from you. He was swelling; you loved it when he got bigger. You didn’t even think that it was fucking possible, and here he was fucking growing harder, longer, and bigger inside of you.

“You want this cum in you, pet?”

You shook your head vigorously riding the high of your climax, plus the way he felt inside of you when he came was unexplainable. “Please.”

Henry slammed up into you, knocking you forward so that you were on his chest. He loved to grip your ass to make you meet his strokes. He was fucking you faster, growling like the animal he had grown to be with you, and then it happened again. His cock swelled, he locked into you, and he came with a carnal noise that triggered you again. Fuck he was perfect if this was what it meant to be marked… then you wanted it every fucking day.

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[rubbing my hands together gleefully] OC TIME!!!! for malius: 🤥, 💥, 💐, 🍁, 🙊 for hominy: 🌱, 🌌, ✏️, 🔪, 📎 for sīlene:☄️, ❇️, 👑, 🎭, 🙈 BONUS ROUND: (any oc of ur choosing!) (only if u want to <3) 🌋, ☕️, 👊, 🎵, ❤️

HEY JO JO HOLY SHIT THIS WAS SO FUN THANK YOU SO MUCH I AM KEESING YOU ON THE CHEEK! :)) THIS IS ALSO REALLY LONG OH MY GOD! 💌😌🍷♥️✌🏽

malius:

LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

he’s not the best liar there is, he’s best at diverting your attention elsewhere by masterfully changing subjects or inquiring into a part of the conversation that would lead the other person onto a tangent, hes good at diverting suspicion and small lies. his tells are sort of easy, his voice will lighten and his lips will turn down in a pout.

COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

bitterness , sadness , regret. malius hates appearing so feeble, so incapable , so helpless. he was already lured into a false sense of security and murdered, so forgive him for his hesitance and skepticism ! malius does well with working through this though, he faces his problems after circling them with hesitance and disdain, but he’s no coward.

BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

many worshippers put together bouquets for him! they’d leave it at alters for him , near shrines or even statues if they were feeling particularly shy! some of the fancier ones containing flowers such as: acacia blossoms & arbutus ( concealed love , devotion eternally ) camilla’s and carnations ( passion and fascination ) those who regularly left things for him ( like kids tbh , kids really loved him ) like acorns , seeds of all varieties , tufts of weeds and trinkets they found valuable ( very endearing ) . his favorite flower will always be tiger lillies! ( i’m back and forth on keeping normal flora or making up my own but for this question i went with normal flowers lol. )

MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

it’s a toss up between sumner & winter. during the summer the most beautiful festivals and celebrations would occur, he enjoyed attending & being worshipped on those hot nights, but winter? when you have forges you spend hours in? winter keeps you sane when you’re constantly flushed with heat & melting metal.

SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

if hominy is getting in over her head, or trusting someone she shouldn't, he refuses to stop talking until she considers his point, her safety is paramount. other than that he's actually quite talkative, so everything is usually on the table, though in situations of injustice he's most adament.

hominy

SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

depends on which childhood; before finding malius she vividly remembers a warm afternoon by a mangrove patch, the water crystalline as she watched her mother wade through. she remembers how elegant she looked, the sunlight playing with soft blonde curls. dinner was almost assured until hominy slipped and fell in ; though her mom wasnt upset, she DID start a splash fight and they played for hours amongst the trees , , , , it was carefree and returning home soaking wet made her father almost howl in laughter. after finding malius, she begins to have fractured dreams of a strange looking woman with the same eyes as her, and other strange faces and places she tries to piece together.

MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

her name came from this brilliant opus by shiro sagisu called incantation part c. her conception i cannot quite remember i think i was speaking to @tmema about one of their undead ocs and i was thinking about magic and swords and bam. the first thing i decided about them was probably either her appearance or her personality; she is quite headstrong and stands with her decisions and advocates for herself [ something malius really admires. ]

PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

i have a few!!

“I am not delicate. Look at me. I am not trying to disappear.”

— Hard Damage, ‘The Ownership of Naming Things’ by Aria Aber

 “(…) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.”

— Life of the Party, ‘Addendum II to No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood

  “I defy death. I—I am my own death. And no one can go further than that.”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

“But there is something of a lighthousekeeper in me, and I am not afraid of solitude, nor of nature in her wildness.”

— Jeanette Winterson, from Frankissstein.

KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

hominy feels very responsible for her loved ones safety and wellbeing, its a massive personal failure if they were killed, she'd be utterly devastated & her only motivation to continue would the promise of revenge , and she’d make it as painful as possible. she takes injury or harm against any loved ones as a MASSIVE insult and will respond with violence in turn for your slight, she's very eye for an eye when it comes to the safety of those she loves.

PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

most assume shes a former bog dweller & has no prior experience fighting, which is untrue! theres a good portion of her people who provide defense against malula's deadliest inhabitants. in order to fish, one must battle many hungry beasts INCLUDING the fish, so hominy isn't COMPLETELY helpless at first, but she is no seasoned warrior

sīlene:

COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

most people actually assume shes some sort of wraith or ghostly figure coming to steal their souls, or their children. she dresses like a ghost, ironically enough, and wears a mask to hide her disfigurement, as ‘shimmer’ takes energy she doesn’t have often. she moves silently and speaks without pretense or social nicety , but they’d be half wrong, shes no wraith here to eat your children, but she’s not entirely there either.

SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

many would assume a harbinger's most prized possession is their weapon, right? in silene's case it'd be her jewelry. she wears her sisters' matching amblygonite rings & her mothers' matching chrysoprase anklets; as much of the family's possessions were lost when the kingdom emigrated elsewhere, these items hold memory and are blessed to fade when she finally does, she finds it fitting.

CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

at first she wanted to be remembered as a brave hero, but now she doesn't care how shes remembered, she's just tired. silene does her best to nuture the good she sees in hopes it will grow into something mighty, but she's not in control of how people paint her and she's well passed caring about that stuff anyways, most people know well enough to stay out of her way.

MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

there's a crafted facade of serenity when speaking to nobility who call upon her aid, theres impassivity there that took years upon years of practice. around regular people she maintains a polite and amicable energy, but detached , people can sense shes placating ( mostly ) but they don’t say anything , they’re too scared to. she’ll come , she’ll go & leave nought behind and you’ll forget about her in time. with friends ( she doesn’t really have many ) she’s much more honest and her tone loses it’s bell sound, she’s gruff and blunt and curses and ( if you’re lucky ) she’ll drink with you and tell you stories! she has no immediate family left, but her descendants know her as the ‘ silly aunty ‘ who visits on occasion. she’ll bring books and toys from far off lands and will stay and feast for a few days before leaving again, it’s a painful yet grounding experience? she gets to see her sisters kids and on and on it goes, it hurts her but heals her all at once.

SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

sickness, frailty, fear. sīlene’s already very hard to pin down, even more so when she isn’t feeling all too well, she tends to wander the wastes of her old kingdom , speaking to figures that aren’t there. she’ll be lost in reveries presented to her via the magic that’s bonded to every cell in her body , eventually she’ll come out of it and return to her duties. after heavy fights, she isn’t afraid to accept help, but she will walk herself to the nearest medical facility before she is ever carried, even if it means exacerbating her wounds ; she is a symbol of hope for MANY people, she will not allow herself to seem weak or defeated in any way.

BONUS: sīlene bc i love her!!

VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

she tends to let her anger simmer from attempts at pushing it down, her anger is like molten iron draping over her bones, it makes her ruthless, it focuses her, she’s quite intense! sīlene’s rage can also lead her to yelling during fights, screams and taunts that send goosebumps down the spine; she also isn’t scared to put anyone in their place, voice low and gruff and cutting like a blunt knife. . . .

HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

she prefers hot drinks! she loves the way it brings her to life! hot apple cider , cocoa , tea , ect can bring a content smile to her face , , she loves the way it heats up her insides and loosens the tension in her shoulders. her favorite drink would have to be some variance of carrot cake tea , perhaps ginger .

PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

nope! her presence coupled with her voice usually does the trick in 99.8% of all situations! the magical energy she exudes is cold, her voice is calculated but still biting , the fact she wears a pristine mask and drapery all dyed white , she’s an eerie figure ( putting it kindly ) so people don’t want to test her thin patience, lol. usually she reciprocates all barbs with calculated taunts and quips, but is usually blunt in pointing out painful truths others tend to hide about themselves as a lesson for trying to find weakness in her

MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

she prefers music that carries a joyful tune, or something soothing with woodwinds ! she has had a few artists she enjoyed but over time theyve either died or their sheet music was lost. a particular song? gal goídil by danheim is a good one! THIS ONE IS ALSO REALLY GOOD!

RED HEART - their love language(s)?

good question. i suppose gift giving in the form of something timeless ( how someone can manage that? be creative ig? ) would impress her enough to take notice of you, perhaps poetry or songs that sooth her will bring her around more, someones sweet and soft voice lulling her to sleep or bringing her back to the present? i think that would endear her to you.

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Wynonna Earp Boss Hopes Syfy Finale Made You Feel 'All the Things' — Plus, Scoop on One Happy Wedding Accident

By Matt Webb Mitovich, tvline.com / April 9 2021, 8:02 PM PDT

The following contains spoilers from the Syfy finale of Wynonna Earp.

After four years of protecting Purgatory with her Peacemaker, Wynonna Earp got to quite literally ride off into the sunset. And she did so while straddling a motorcycle, with Doc Holliday seated behind her.

Mind you, the two almost didn’t wind up together. Following the simply beautiful “WayHaught” wedding, Doc (played by Tim Rozon) was determined to put Purgatory in Charlene’s rear view mirror and get to living life as “just a man,” and Wynonna (Melanie Scrofano) felt compelled to stay put as Purgatory’s protector. But with an empowering nudge from li’l sis Waverly (Dominique Provost-Chalkley), Wynonna caught up to her man and professed her love, after which they decided to travel light, for the first time in a long time, and pay their daughter Alice a visit in MIracles, Montana.

TVLine spoke with series creator Emily Andras about crafting this very fine finale, at least one “happy accident” that wound up stirring many emotions, and more.

TVLINE | The finale has just aired…. What emotions do you hope the fans are feeling at this moment?

Just head-to-toe body warmth, and love, and affection, and wistfulness…. And a little bit of bittersweetness. I feel like joy has to be paired with nostalgia, so I hope they’re feeling all the things. But hopefully not hungover!

TVLINE | At what point over the years did you ever envision Wynonna and Doc riding off into the sunset?

Ahhh! I almost never even let myself envision it, you know? It’s so funny — when you start doing a show, you have all sorts of ideas about what pairings are going to rise to the top, who’s going to end up with whom, and one of the joys of Earp is that so many different things have happened. But those two characters have certainly earned the chance to try to be happy, whatever that means to them. I never knew that I would be allowed to end such a romantic pairing with the woman driving the motorcycle and the guy on the back.

TVLINE | I’m watching that final sequence and it almost feels alien, seeing the two of them head off into what I think of as “the real world.” But I also found that viscerally exciting, to see so much ahead for them.

That’s so lovely, thank you for saying that. I feel like having the world ahead of them and being such an unusual couple, I would love to see what happens next for them. I’m sure there will be lots of crazy sex and crazy arguments and crazy laughter. So, godspeed! Godspeed.

TVLINE | When throwing a season-ending wedding, what is Emily Andras’ marching order? “Above all else, this wedding has to be…”?

It has to honor to all of the characters — and by that, I mean it has to try to find a moment for every special pairing on the show, not just WayHaught. I think it’s important to pay due respect to how far Waverly and Doc have come; she never gave up on him, she always saw a better man in him — and now he gets to be the best man! Nedley (Greg Lawson) and Nicole’s (Kat Barrell) relationship, that paternal/daughter bond is so special, so honoring that was very important.

And at the end of the day, I still think the real love affair of the show is the Earp sisters, so I ended to make sure that that was honored. I really love the parallel with the pilot, where Wynonna came into town against her will and was so hungry to leave but was forced to stay. And now you have Waverly secure enough in how their relationship has evolved, that she knows Wynonna deserves to leave again — because she’ll come back.

More than anything, it was about giving every character a moment of happiness. Even Jeremy (Varun Saranga) becoming deputy chief of Black Badge and maybe finding a new date…. It was all about finding everyone a moment of potential joy, after they’ve gone through so much after four seasons.

TVLINE | Talk about the decision to have empty guest chairs laid out with the names of those who are no longer with us or didn’t make it to the wedding.

That was such a happy accident. We were on-set, it was very much in the middle of the pandemic, and we knew we were going to have a limited number of people for the wedding. But then we put out chairs so you could understand where the aisle was, and they looked really empty. So my incredible director, Paolo Barzman, who also did the pilot, and my art director Trevor Smith, pitched this idea to me. I had sort of joked about, “Wouldn’t it be cool if you had the ghosts of characters past?” In the moment, they said, “What if we hung names on the chairs?” and it was just one of those goosebump moments, like, “That’s brilliant.” So then we have people writing up these cards, rushing them out, and it’s honestly one of my favorite things. Whenever I see that Dolls chair, I just can’t help but feel things.

TVLINE | But Mercedes (Dani Kind), to be clear, is still with us.

She’s just out, like, being her best vampire self. She’s out being an amazing vampire, yeah. I still have that spinoff if you want to help me sell that!

TVLINE | If anything caught me a bit off-guard, it was us getting a song from Rachel (played by Martina Ortiz-Luis).

The thing about Martina is that she is a phenomenal singer. She is the anthem singer for the Toronto Maple Leafs — so she’s quite a star here! — and she was on Pilipinas Got Talent back in the day…. It seemed like a waste to not have someone with such an exceptional voice perform! And what better song to lay over the necessary wedding montage than a WayHaught classic (Fleurie’s “Wildwood”), the song that was playing the first time WayHaught kissed. It’s a bit of an Easter egg for those hardcore WayHaughters!

TVLINE | I don’t think anyone would have ever felt like a “Dark Angel Waverly” detour was missing, if you hadn’t spent time on it the episode prior. Why did you feel it was important to go there during one of the final hours?

The truth of it is that honestly we’ve been balancing the spectre of whether we were going to have a Season 5 or not. When we started breaking Season 4 two years ago, we were looking down the barrel of about 24 episodes, so [when you get half that] you’re like, “What are we going to keep, and what are we going to pitch overboard? What can we live without learning about?” I would argue that this idea of Waverly having a darkness inside of her did have to be highlighted after four seasons. I completely agree that in a perfect world I could have done eight episodes of Dark Angel Waverly, exploring that and seeing it come to pass. But if we ever get more story, I don’t know if Waverly has complete control over that part of herself. I dont think it’s “gone.” If Nicole puts mayo instead of mustard on her sandwich, who knows what’s going to sprout out!

TVLINE | I mean, if only to see what other outfits Dark Waverly has.

As long as she keeps her thigh holster, she’s ready to go.

TVLINE | Looking back at these last few episodes, what are you most proud of?

‘m so proud of this cast. It’s so boring, but God, just to see them grow and thrive and shine…. performing comedy and emotion, seeing their commitment to the show, and the feelings…. It’s just been such a joy to see such an amazing group of people get their due. They really are that wonderful, off-screen as well.

I’m also pretty happy — in this day and age, and despite all the fights the show has been through — that if this is the end, I feel like that’s a pretty nice finale, a pretty good topper on the cake. I feel like the fans will feel like they went on a journey, and they left the characters in an interesting, good place. And look, that’s really rare in TV, to end your story the way you want. How can I be anything but grateful, at the end of the day?

TVLINE | When I was writing my tweet the other morning, I wanted to call it a “very fine finale,” but I worried you’d think I was saying it was only “fine.” But it was a very fine finale!

No, you have to keep me hungry! You get to challenge me, Matt. Listen, I just didn’t want to risk…. I’m the queen of 75 cliffhangers, but I feel like the fans have worked so hard for us, for so many years, that it was more important that they got closure, just in case. But there’s always another demon, there’s always another thing to trigger Dark Angel Waverly. There’s always more story, but at least you have this, no matter what.

TVLINE | And if some network or streamer does ride to the rescue, would there be something that brings Wynonna and Doc back to Purgatory? Or might a Season 5 be without the two of them?

Look, the show is called Wynonna Earp, so you need Wynonna Earp. She’s still the champion, she’s still got the magic gun and the best hair on the show — sorry, everyone else!

There are a couple of unresolved issues. We still have Eve, who we kicked out the the Garden very early in the season, and who can kind of shapeshift; she could take on the appearance of any one of our characters! That would certainly throw a wrench in the works in Purgatory. There are a million different reasons to bring Wynonna back, to help out her sister.

TVLINE | And lastly, was there anything you had to cut or just didn’t have room for, or any returning cast you couldn’t fit in?

Oh, tons. But look, you kind of hit the nail on the head earlier. I’m always striving to be better, and some stuff at the end felt a little rushed, with Dark Angel Waverly. I think if it hadn’t been a pandemic, there would have been more people at that wedding. I would have loved four more episodes to round the bend there. But look, that’s Wynonna Earp, man — perfectly imperfect! So that’s what we did, and what a ride it’s been. The ride of a lifetime for me.

[ginkgomoon]

Gavin’s Mini House In Detail 🏡

During the Mini House special events, I obtained all the furnishing items and had already unlocked all the furniture in the home so I thought for Gavin’s Birthday Week, I would share all of the little secrets it contains! 

Gavin has four sections of the house including-

Living Room

Loft 

Courtyard

Basement

This post also includes MC’s commentary and quotes from special happenings associated with Gavin. Special furnishes will have the coziness points indicated next to its name.

Please enjoy! 

Living Room

Soft Stool 

The white soft stool next to the tea table.

This stool is a must when Gavin watches soccer games.

The leather surface is very soft, and its height is just right for watching TV on.

Want to know the trend of the soccer lottery recently? How about asking about it? 

It seemed to have won all the recent games, and is both happy and lonely.

If his favourite team loses, Gavin will sit here alone. (#sad) 

White Sofa 

With so many pillows, you don’t have to worry about having no support behind you.

Is the white sofa difficult to clean? 

The bolsters are very comfortable.

Curled up on the sofa with soft ginkgo aroma.

“Gavin, do you remember what you told me?”

“I just want to be with you, just like this...”

“You still remembered!” 

“I won’t forget what I’ve told you.” 

“Then... Do you have anything you want to tell me this time?” 

Gavin kissed MC’s forehead gently.

- This special happening (Starry Sky) refers to the Furniture City Date!

White Table 

“Gavin’s Pad is placed here too.”

(It has a photo of MC and she says she will change it into the both of them next time.)

“I can add a snack box, but Gavin doesn’t really eat snacks.”

Hallway Cabinet

“Gavin waters the plants regularly.”

“These are often loose change on the cabinet which we can take before going out.”

“The silver ornament is a souvenir I bought when we went to Disneyland.”

The “Wavy Thing”

“I noticed a little “go for it” written on the most recently scrawled page of the notebook.” 

“I found a magazine that puts people to sleep in a second, which was necessary for insomniacs.”

Zoombot 

The black Zoombot.

Today I’m again busy all over the place saving Zoombot.

It’s a bit stupid and often gets stuck after hitting the furniture.

Makes a buzzing sound when working.

You threaten it: If you hang again, I’ll replace you!  

Music Stand

The music stand bought by Gavin.

On it are sheets of music scores printed by Gavin.

It will sometimes think that the small black table next to it is a bit short.

Sometimes Gavin uses in in the hanging chair to record melodies.

Gavin will print the music scores and put them on it to practice.

Flowers on the Wall 

Each flower is carefully selected by Gavin.

The front wall stores a variety of flowers.

The flowers on the entire flower wall are all preserved fresh flowers. 

Black Table and Seat 

Looking at it closely, it is the song that Gavin played last time. (Music score sheet on table.) 

It is also very comfortable with the little black seat cushion next to it.

The soft black cushion stuffed with cotton.

My exclusive seat for Gavin’s recital.

I bought it with Gavin when we were shopping at the furniture market.

Hanging Chair/Rose Hanging Chair (Coziness 88)

A great napping spot.

Here in the Leisure Time special happening, MC and Gavin talk about the swing they had in high school. MC is surprised that Gavin knew about the view of the sunset when being on it. He says he “passed by” sometimes. MC notes how the ginkgo leaves danced in the wind. He says, “they were gifts from another person”.

Heart-Shaped Chair (Coziness 28)

A cute small stool and a convenient storage box.

Gavin’s expression was a bit subtle while he sat on it first.

Alternating blue and pink hearts, as it’s a Valentine’s Day limited edition.

Surfboard Cabinet (Coziness 42)

It’s a new surfboard. Bring it next time we travel.

There are also other surfboards. Guess where they are? 

It says fly on the surfboard, like I can leap through waves with it.

(THEIR CUTE SHOES ARE NEXT TO IT AHHH)

Blue Lamp

A lamp that always blows bubbles from the bottom to top.

It’s beautiful and dreamlike when switched on at night.

Black Table on the Left 

“This looks like the score that Gavin played on the beach last time. I suddenly feel a bit nostalgic.”  - This refers to the Slightly Drunken Date!

“I found a picture of an asleep Gavin. He was sleeping soundly.”

Claw Machine and Carpet 

A dream-like claw machine. Gavin will add new dolls in it.

The inserted game coins can be taken out from the back of the machine and then reused.

A small black carpet in front of the claw machine.

I bought it together with the large carpet.

Red Bunny, White Bunny, Pink Bunny, Red Bunny, Grey Bunny.

Motorcycles 

The blue motorcycle sometimes want to compete with the opposite motorcycle.

The colour of the motorcycle displayed is sky blue. 

Maybe its name will be “Azure”? (because Gavin uses colours to individually name items.) 

Spring Landscape Display 

The landscape has been embedded into the window, like beautiful paintings.

Maybe there is a new world inside.

I can't help stopping to enjoy the view each time I pass.

Is designed for a wider view, improving your mood even when you're tired.

Winter Landscape Display (Coziness 61)

A corresponding landscape should be changed into winter.

Such heavy snow! Frozen river! Unfortunately, they are all fake. 

You can enjoy the red maple leaves and snow even at home, isn’t it wonderful?

Loft 

Painting

This is a word map that covers the entire wall.

Looking at it, Gavin and I have already been to so many places.

If you want to travel, you can find the destination on it in advance.

I'm willing to create memories with him in many more places.

Chandelier

The current iron style design is really cool.

Shines warm yellow when turned on, warming our hearts.

Display Cabinet  

It should have been a wine cabinet, but Gavin doesn’t drink, so it became a display cabinet.

The ‘little things’ between me and Gavin are displayed inside.

It looks empty now, but it will slowly be filled up in the future.

Black Tea Table

A black low table in front of the sofa.

I occasionally work here.

The star and moon deco piece is very beautiful, I picked it with Gavin.

You can put fruits and snacks on it while reading.

The wood texture had a matted quality with the black coat of paint.

Art 

Looks cold but is artistic.

Seems useless, but also seems cool.

Greenery

A corner with blooming flowers all seasons, is warm and restful to the eye.

Outside the window is a huge ginkgo tree, and the fallen leaves are like brocade.

I feel like it’s always spring with all these flowers around.

It compliments the scenery outside the window. (They have a ginkgo tree right outside their home!) 

Cabinet 

Photo framed have karmas from the Starry Date and the Romantic Date!

Decorative Cabinet/Snowman Closet (Coziness 49)

The two little snowmen stared at each other throughout the winter. (Cute little reference to the CN Recovery ASMR.)

It looks like a window at first glance, but it’s actually a cabinet if you look carefully.

And you could open it. Didn’t see that coming right? 

Starry Sky Wall (Coziness 52)

Today’s wish… I hope that Gavin…

I will accompany you to see the meteor rain which falls on this Earth.

Every moment a wish is realised, there will be a meteor streaking across the sky.

Dandelion Lamp (Coziness 43)

The lamp looks exactly like the grapefruit during Mid-Autumn Festival.

Like a burning sparkler, shining brightly.

Six light sources, not too dazzling nor too dark.

Festive Decoration Table (Coziness 57)

Although there are two cups of drinks, we can still drink from the same cup.

The sofa in the corner always makes people feel safe. 

Although we are only two people, I still chose two long couches.

The letter under the ginkgo biloba leaf, writes a love poem.

All the shopping bags represent his most flawless love.

The wide view allows you to see the scenery in the yard.

The soft white mat was added afterwards.

But it’s always hot under the sunlight, so the curtain is often pulled down.

Basement

Security Camera 

You are in a monitored area, please mind your actions.

Bulletproof Glass 

It’s not a normal screen, it’s bulletproof.

It's not often that one gets to see such a cool and HARD-CORE transparent screen.

Anyways, curious what’s in this wall.

Sci-fi glass wall in the movies.

The engraved badge is Gavin’s silent pride.

1-2-3... still shorter than it!

Gingko Tree

Seasons slip by soundlessly.

No matter how small their wishes are, they will become seeds and eventually bloom in gold.

All life’s little joys turned into gold.

It guards the serene life here quietly over in the corner.

(Gavin makes ginkgo bookmarks with them for MC. CRIES.)

Corner Resting Area 

These action figures are actually pretty fun!

The puzzle is all grown up. It should be able to piece itself back together. (LOL)

(Puzzle) Maybe finish it while Gavin’s gone? 

(Table) It sometimes thinks the table is a bit short.

(Chair) It looks hard but it’s actually comfortable to sit on.

Very spacious, but looks a bit empty.

Some decorations should be displayed here.

Sitting on a blanket is also very comfortable. You can also lean on the small pillow. 

(Carpet) This is a carpet. You can’t tell, right? 

The advanced smart carpet that is warm in winter and cool in summer is awesome.

(The book on the table is called ‘Kritik Der Urteilskraft’- The Critique of Judgement by famous German philosopher Immanuel Kant. It follows after the Critique of Pure Reason and the Critique of Practical Reason- the First and Second Critiques, respectively. The Critique of Judgment constitutes a discussion of the place of Judgment itself, which must overlap both the “understanding” and “reason”.)

“You need to take better care of your health.”

“Who was the one working overnight over the proposal the other day?”

“Alright, we’re birds of a feather, so... so both of us should look after ourselves for each other!” 

“Rest assured, I will. After all, it’s different now. I have you by my side.”  -Harmonous Compa Special Happening

Gavin’s Workspace

Accompany Gavin though every sleepless night.

This seems… No, I’m seeing things.

All folders are neatly organised and arranged.

A spacious table, with files and reports spread all over when busy.

I no need to worry about waking up from naps due to cold late at night.

I was reminded of some criminal investigation shows I have watched. Come on, Officer Gavin!

If this complicated case is made into a movie, it will be an exhilarating one. 

(Computer) A customised large-screen UHD model customised for work purpose.

(Computer) Work exclusive computer, only connected to intranet.

(Computer) The three auxiliary monitors can help keep the data safe.

(Chair) If you want to protect your waist, you should first have a comfortable cushion.

(Chair) if you work long hours, be sure to work in a comfortable chair.

(Board Area) What does it say? Ermm… Cats have nine lives? 

“Found a girl crookedly drawn next to a work record when he reached a bottleneck.” 

Airplane

This airplane model was assembled by Gavin himself.

The computer says-  Agent B-7

Team Operator S.T.R.I.K.E

Location Tracker 

S.P.Y Camera 

U4V Commando

Gunship Operation 

Motorcycle Repair Area 

Every vehicle is so cool in its own way! 

Hello, you are... Little… Erm… Let me think… 

With the strength to lift mountains and the spirit to take on the world! Ha! 

The robot arm is actually a simple robot.

For your safety, please don’t linger below it

(Motorcycle) I would like to greet my seniors.

Electronic Control Pad

Responsible for controlling the rising, descending and switches of the entire area.

On Spring Festival, it will say: Happy New Year, Sir!”

Sooner or later, fully automated smart management will be achieved.

Radio Office 

It’s an important communication device, and the only disadvantage is that it’s a bit heavy.

It’s actually a satellite phone, and it can receive signals everywhere.

Looks like the palm phone in the 90s. Oh no, I’ve exposed myself.

It looks like an electrocardiogram.

Don’t know how to use this weird device.

A thick laptop that it’s properly shut when not in use.

A cool eagle logo is printed on it.

Gavin used it only for special tasks and it will not be brought out.

LMAO MC DOESN’T HAVE ACCESS-

Courtyard 

Corner Seating Area 

A courtyard in sunny or snowy days are interested in their own ways.

Sometimes the unfrequented bolsters will envy the knee pillow.

It's’ wonderful when two people are sitting here reading, even if they don’t talk.

Standing barefoot on the soft lawn is very comfortable.

There's nothing nicer than basking ourselves when its sunny.

Binoculars

The white binoculars which you can see things several miles away.

You can use it to watch the stars when it’s not too cloudy.

But star-watching is clearer mid-air.

Seems to be the same binoculars as those in the scenic area.

The binoculars in the scenic area require coins, but this one doesn't.

Outdoor Lounge Chairs 

The new furniture I asked Gavin to buy.

Can enjoy the sunlight spa comfortably when relaxing. 

Closing my eyes, I feel like I’m lying on a beach.

The soft breeze and warm sunshine. This is life. 

Lying on it and looking at the blue sky and white clouds, your mind goes blank easily.

The blue and white clouds-

Leisure Table/Romantic Table (Coziness 52)

Lace tablecloth… I can’t imagine that it was chosen by Gavin.

The elaborately prepared dinner and roses, just for today.

A large sunshade on the balcony. (Black large umbrella.)

Bird Nest (Coziness 37) 

Once it was a pair of binoculars, now it’s a bird’s nest.

I bought it just because it was cute, but I’ll consider having pets in the future.

Birds flying by can also have a free meal here.

[spine-buster]

The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Epilogue 2: A Queen’s Crown

A/N: I know this one is a bit short.  One more epilogue to go, and if you missed my update, it will be posted THIS WEDNESDAY at 7:30pm.  We’re ending the disaster that was 2020 with Aberdeen and Willy!

January 2023

Aberdeen Bloom was freaking the fuck out.  

Anna Wintour just walked into the room.

“Miss Bloom!  Hello,” she greeted, her signature accent filling the room as her dress swayed back and forth.  Every stylish, her boots clacked against the floor as she approached the photographer and set where Aberdeen was about to pose on a beautifully crafted, eccentrically pink upholstered couch in front of styled bookcases holding hundred-year-old editions of books.  

“Hello Ms. Wintour,” Aberdeen said as confidently as she could, shaking Anna’s hand.  Her own dress – a black, high-neck midi-length dress with sheer long sleeves and hand applied golden crystals she was styled in that morning – sparkled in the light of the room.  “It’s an honour to meet you.  Thank you for the profile.”

“It’s not every day a woman sets a record in the writing world,” Anna said.  “I would be a fool not to profile the youngest person to ever receive a Booker Prize for fiction.”

Aberdeen smiled.  Every time she heard that – the youngest person to ever receive a Booker Prize for fiction – she had to pinch herself.  She truly believed her life wasn’t real over these past few years.  Most authors dreamt of being nominated for awards.  Her first book was longlisted for the two biggest literary awards in Canada.  Her second book, published by Coach House again but then picked up by Knopf and published internationally, had won the two biggest literary awards in Canada and had just won the Booker Prize for Fiction, the most prestigious literary award in the world.  She was living in a dream world.

“And you must be the new fiancé,” Anna said, motioning over to where William was standing just out of shot, watching the photoshoot about to begin.  “Pleasure to meet you.  You must be in town to face the Rangers.”

“You as well,” William approached her to shake her hand.  “You made my fiancée’s dream come true with this profile.”

“Well considering how fashionable she’d been on the book tour,” Anna shrugged her shoulders, as if to say it was so obvious to have her in the pages of Vogue.  “I know some of the editors here kept tabs on it.  Did you employ a stylist?”

“No ma’am,” Aberdeen giggled slightly.  If Anna Wintour was about to compliment her on her style, she was going to drop dead.

“Impressive,” Anna nodded.  “Now let’s see the ring.”

Aberdeen held out her left hand.  Anna inspected the ring like a gemologist.  When William proposed with it, Aberdeen was blown away.  He’d designed it himself.  A 4 carat round diamond in a twisted halo design and pavé band.  It quite literally looked like a flower in bloom.  And for Aberdeen’s eyes only, an inscription on the inside of the band in the most delicate handwriting.  “Stunning,” she said, turning to the photographer.  “Make sure you get it.”

“Of course, Ms. Wintour.”

Anna side-stepped to inspect the set.  She took one last look at Aberdeen in her dress and high heels and perfectly waved hair and perfectly applied makeup.  Anna gave her an up-down and suddenly Aberdeen became nervous.  Anna looked towards the stylist.  “We need a crown.  Crowns.”

“Crown?  Crowns?  Multiple?”

“Her novel is titled A Queen’s Crown.  She’s the youngest woman – person – to win the Booker Prize for fiction.  Surely she should wear a crown in her photoshoot.”

“I—I’ll go into the closet,” the stylist nodded, hurrying out of the room.

Anna turned once more to Aberdeen.  “Enjoy.”

***

March 2023

“I’m not about to be murdered by Orla Bloom for not having our wedding in a Catholic Church,” William said as he stuffed pasta into his mouth at the dinner table.  

“But you’re not Catholic,” Aberdeen tried to explain to him, again.  “You don’t understand what we’ll have to go through to get married in a Catholic Church.  There are classes – like legit marriage classes we have to take.  And we have to get, like, permission from the diocese to enter into the marriage and follow a Catholic wedding forma—”

“Listen to me,” William said, interrupting her.  He grabbed her hand from across the table to calm her down.  He knew how stressed she was getting about getting married, if only because there was Toronto and Sweden and Northern Ireland and Scotland to deal with.  That didn’t even factor in hockey, making them only really able to have the wedding within a twelve-week span of the year.  That also didn’t factor in her job, which, between book tours and interviews and appearances and writing her next, also created limited time and availability for their wedding date.  But when she felt his hand wrap around hers, he saw her visibly relax.  “I love you.  We could go down to the courthouse right now to get married.  But this means a lot to Orla.  And I know you won’t say it, but I know how much this means to you, to be married in the same church you went to as a kid in Etobicoke,” he said softly.  “So we’re doing it there.  No ifs, and, or buts.  I’ll take any class I have to in order to marry you.  I’ll donate.  Give my blood.  Whatever.  We’re getting married there.”

Aberdeen couldn’t take it.  She got up from her seat and moved to sit in William’s lap.  She didn’t care that they were at the dinner table, and she didn’t care that William had to push back his chair really quickly to accommodate her.  All she wanted to do was melt into him completely.  “Thank you so much,” she whispered against his lips as she kissed him.  “I love you.  You know that, right?”

William smiled.  “I do.  And I love you too.  That’s why I gave you that ring.”

***

TALK OF THE TOWN: Booker Prize-winning and Toronto-based author Aberdeen Bloom and William Nylander (you know, of the Toronto Maple Leafs) just bought “the last lot on the Kingsway” – an old 1970s style bungalow empty for some time now.  Sources say the couple plan to tear it down (of course) and build their dream home, a Scandinavian-inspired house where Bloom will no doubt produce her next great novels.  Bloom and Nylander will be two blocks away from her former and his current boss, Brendan Shanahan, President of the Toronto Maple Leafs.  Bloom has always said in interviews that she will never leave Toronto, so it’s fitting that the girl who was born and raised in Etobicoke would buy on one of the city’s most exclusive and coveted streets.

***

May 2023

“Vogue is coming to the wedding?  Vogue?!  Like…Vogue magazine?!” Aleida asked as she fed a now two-year-old Helena sitting in a high chair.  Aberdeen smiled wryly before nodding her head.  Aleida was still dumbfounded.  “Like…Anna Wintour Vogue magazine.  That Vogue magazine.”

“That Vogue magazine,” Aberdeen nodded.  “They’re profiling it for an issue, along with my dress fitting.  And then when the house is done, they’re going to do a feature on that too.”

Aleida looked towards Bee, who was just as shocked as Aleida was.  “We need to go shopping for new dresses.”

“We definitely need to go shopping for new dresses,” Bee agreed.  “I better let Aryne know too.”

“Guys, it’s still like, two years away.  We set the date for August 23rd, 2025,” Aberdeen smiled as she reminded them.  “You will have plenty of time.  Plenty.”

“I don’t know about that.  Weddings creep up on you quick,” Bee joked.  Aberdeen completely understood where she was coming from.  Bee and Morgan were getting married in July.  William and Aberdeen were invited, of course, and would be going.  Bee spoke a lot about the planning the past few months and always gave updates whenever the girls were all together.  “I mean, I thought a year would be plenty of time for the wedding.  And it is, don’t get me wrong…but it definitely came sooner than I thought!”

“You need to get the venue sorted now before anything else,” Aleida offered.  “You’re two years out so you should honestly have your choice in place.  But I don’t think there’s any venue in this city that would turn you down.”

“We’ve already booked,” Aberdeen smiled wryly.  She was just full of surprises for the girls today.  They looked at her, waiting for a response.  “The Aria ballroom at the Four Seasons,” she revealed.

“Ooooooooooh,” both women cooed simultaneously at the revelation.  Even Helena join in on the sound.  “That will look stunning,” Aleida commented.  “I can see it now – those floor-to-ceiling windows with flowers hanging and—”

“—don’t forget the drapery over the dancefloor—” Bee offered.

“—the drapery over the dancefloor—”

“—and the centrepieces…big, tall arrangements that stretch up—”

“Ladies, ladies, ladies,” Aberdeen held her hands up gently, causing Bee and Aleida to stop momentarily.  Aberdeen paused for dramatic effect.  “We’ve gotta write all this stuff down.”

The girls smiled and wiggled in their seats excitedly.  “I’m giving you Rachel’s number,” Bee said, immediately mentioning her florist.  “Your last name’s Bloom.  There’s gotta be a shit ton of flowers at this wedding.”

***

July 2023

Aberdeen had tears in her eyes as she watched Morgan and Bee say “I do”.  William had been holding her hand throughout the entire ceremony, rubbing the back of it gently with his own thumb.  When they finally had their first kiss, it was the only point he let go so he could whistle loudly and clap and cheer.  Bee looked extraordinary in her lace dress.  Aberdeen could only imagine what would be in store for her when she went wedding dress shopping.

When the reception began, Aberdeen couldn’t help but get even more emotional.  Knowing what Bee had gone through in her life, and seeing her dance with Morgan for their first dance made some tears fall down her cheeks.  William noticed almost immediately, even though he was behind her; he wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and nestled his head onto her shoulder.   “That’ll be us soon,” he whispered.

Aberdeen nodded her head.  “I know.  I’m so excited.”

“I love you so much.  I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”

“And I can’t wait for you to be my husband.”

“And baby daddy.  Don’t forget baby daddy,” he joked.

Aberdeen giggled.  She knew he said that to make her laugh, because even though these were tears of joy, he didn’t like to see her cry.  “Baby daddy too,” she nodded.  “I can’t wait to have a thousand more little Nylanders running around Etobicoke.”

“We’re going to take over the world.”

***

August 23rd, 2025

Aberdeen looked at her dad as he held his arm out for her to grab.  He looked so spiffy in his suit, and every time she saw him today, he had a giant smile on his face.  It hadn’t left since their early morning wake up call to get hair and makeup done.  He’d cried when he saw her in her dress for the first time.  Now, if it was even possible, his smile was even wider.  “Ready, sweetheart?” he asked.

Aberdeen nodded, linking her arm with her father’s.  “I love you so much, dad.”

“I love you too, Aberdeen.  Every day I thank my lucky stars for you and Siena and Camden.  You’ve brought so much light to my life.”

Aberdeen’s bridesmaids had already walked out – Jacquie, Stephanie, Daniella, Kasha, and Siena as her maid of honour.  She knew Alex would be standing beside William at the front of the aisle, with Camden (now a smart-as-a-whip-16 year old) and some of his cousins there too.  The music began playing.  She took a deep breath.  The doors opened.

As she walked down the aisle with her father, she saw a lot of familiar faces.  Morgan and Bee, of course, cradling a six-month-old Andy.  Fred and Aleida, with a four-year-old Helena in the cutest little tutu-style dress.  Auston, John and Aryne, Zach and Alannah, Joe with his wife and kids, Pierre, Rasmus, Mitch and Steph, Jake, Courtney, and Luna, Justin and Audrey – so many of the Leafs.  Beth Zadakis.  Her editor from Coach House Books.  Her editor from Knopf.  Jason, Jennifer, and their four girls.  Brendan and his wife.  Her grandparents, who came in all the way from Northern Ireland.  Michael and Camilla.  Her mom.

And of course, William.  William, who was wiping tears away from his eyes.  William, who looked so dapper in his tux.  William.  

Her William.

[zackcollins]

Hockey Imagines

Toronto Maple Leafs

Jack Campbell

colder weather ( ⚲ ) ☤❀ - After a quick trip to the grocery store for the ingredients, Jack makes you some hot chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. A food fight quickly ensues but the end result is something worthwhile.

someone took a chance ( ⚲ ) ❀ - Jack decides to take you to Build-A-Bear to make teddy bears. You go your separate ways inside the store. When you meet up again, it’s discovered that you both had an ulterior motive when making the bears.

every time our eyes meet ( ♂ ) ☤ - It’s a couple of weeks before Valentine’s Day and someone has started leaving you presents. As the Leafs star goaltender, this is nothing new. Though, you soon discover that the presents have nothing to do with the usual fangirls.

i like it, i love it ( ♂ ) ☤ - The season has been paused and you’re bored out of your mind. You get an unexpected text from Jack, a new addition to the team, inviting you over to his apartment. You accept and things turn out better than you could’ve expected.

when i first heard your heartbeat ( ♀ ) ♡✇ - You have an appointment with an ultrasound nurse. It’s finally time to get the first sonogram of yours and Jack’s unborn child after 4 long years of trying to get pregnant. Things spiral from there.

Justin Holl

don’t need to dream ( ⚲ ) ↯✇ - Justin is known to have nightmares. Tonight he has a particularly bad one. As you lay there, cradling each other to calm him down, he says something that you weren’t expecting.

Frederik Andersen

heaven ( ♀ ) - While known for having a way with words, Frederik is known for showing his love for you with his actions. You wake up one morning and he verbalizes his feelings for you with such grace that you’re rendered nearly speechless.

Mitch Marner

love you like there’s no tomorrow ( ⚲ ) - You’re the starting goaltender for the Leafs. During a game, you notice a couple of the in-arena staff giving you the looks. It leads to something that you really should’ve seen coming.

Colorado Avalanche

Tyson Jost

40 miles to canada ( ⚲ ) ☤❀ - Tyson is in Alberta and you’re in Denver. You can’t see each other because of everything that’s happening. With a little creativity, Tyson makes things better.

rewind barney for the 18th time ( ♀ ) ♡ - Laura, yours and Tyson’s two-year-old daughter, has been watching the same episode of Barney all day. It’s driving you insane but Tyson isn’t bothered in the slightest. When Laura finally goes for nap time, the way Tyson interacts with her makes you have a revelation.

northern lights ( ⚲ ) - You and Tyson venture out to a clearing in the middle of a forest to see the Northern Lights. As you lay there, cuddled together, Tyson reveals some information that leads the night in a surprise, but welcome, direction.

Erik Johnson

memory lane ( ⚲ ) - Erik wasn’t much of a cuddler when you started dating. He’s slowly worked up to being more comfortable with it. Tonight, a cuddling mishap leads to a conversation and a realization.

look at this photograph ( ♀ ) ♡↯ - You have a room full of photographs of Erik and your daughter, Samantha. You look at them when you need to release some of your pent-up emotions. You have a special reason for looking at them today.

when you don’t belong, you say i am yours ( ⚲ ) - You’re taking your autistic son, Hunter, out for lunch. He acts out and upsets someone to the point that they get hostile with you. Erik steps in to save you. And things get better from there.

Florida Panthers

Sam Montembeault

and she’s daddy’s little girl ( ♀ ) ♡ - Today is the day of your baby’s gender reveal party. Sam thinks that the baby is a boy; you think that the baby is a girl. Who will be proven right when you shoot a puck full of coloured confetti at Sam?

Calgary Flames

Matthew Tkachuk

in the middle of the thunder and lightning ( ♂ ) ☤ - It’s the middle of the night and you’re rudely awoken by a loud crack of thunder. Turns out the thunder might be something more ominous. Matthew rushes over from his parents’ house to be with you. As you both try to stay calm in the middle of the storm, you reveal things to each other that neither expected.

did you sail across the sun ( ♀ ) ❀ - It’s the big day for you and Matthew. You share a dance before being introduced for the first time.

i’m comin’ over ( ⚲ ) ↯ - You and Matthew are no longer dating. That doesn’t stop you from desperately wanting to see each other like you still are.

life changes ( ♀ ) ♡☤ - It’s Mother’s Day. You and Matthew use that as an opportunity to tell Keith, Chantal, Brady, and Taryn some news you’ve been meaning to tell them for a couple of months.

i still love you ( ♀ ) ♡↯ - You walked out on Matthew a year ago. Deciding you can’t take the separation any longer, you call him. You get his voicemail. What you don’t expect is the sentence he left at the end of the message. It turns out that he’s been keeping things from you. Then again, you’ve been keeping something from him, that’s a lot bigger than a simple sentence at the end of a voicemail message.

alone on a country road ( ⚲ ) ↯✇ - Customers treat you poorly at your job because they believe they are better than you. The pressure becomes too much one day and you start driving around looking for a place to end your suffering. That’s when you stumble across Matthew walking alone on a country road. He looks like he’s been in a fight. You pick him up and he tells you why he’s battered and bruised. You try your best to make him feel better.

Jacob Markstrom

autograph ( ♀ ) - Jacob is over at your house and drinking beer while you prepare dinner. He interrupts you to spill some information that you are positive is a result of his beer consumption.

Taryn Tkachuk

stealing cinderella ( ♂ ) ❀ - You go to ask Keith for Taryn’s hand in marriage. What you discover is childhood photographs of Taryn. The photographs make you realize something incredibly important about her.

Arizona Coyotes

Frederik Gauthier

follow your arrow ( ⚲ ) ↯ - You’re stressed about Frederik’s team discovering that you’re non-binary. Frederik does what he can to quell your nerves and it helps you realize something.

tasted like an apple pie ( ⚲ ) ☤❀ - It’s a hot day in the middle of quarantine. Frederik isn’t in bed when you want to cuddle him. You get up for a glass of water to cool yourself off. You find Frederik in the kitchen getting ready to make an apple pie. After chaos ensues when you start helping, the end result is ice cream and a question.

Vancouver Canucks

Jake Virtanen

forever’s gotta start somewhere ( ♀ ) ♡ - Jake has been away on a road trip with the Canucks. You have a surprise waiting for him as soon as he returns home.

strike gold ( ⚲ ) ❀ - Jake takes you to a country concert. One of the acts, the Reklaws, plays a song that’s special to Jake. He does something that makes the song special to you as well.

Brandon Sutter

callin’ baton rouge ( ♀ ) - Brandon met you at a hotel bar in Baton Rouge, Louisiana while he was on his way to New Orleans to meet up with some friends. You slept together for the night and he left in the morning. He calls you from a truck stop because he had to hear your voice again. Things turn out better than you both expected they would.

Brock Boeser

there goes my life ( ♀ ) ♡❀ - You have some big news to share with Brock. News that could alter the course of both of your lives. The news is only amplified when another discovery is made later in the day.

i’m free fallin’ ( ⚲ ) ❀ - Brock takes you skydiving. You’re nervous right up until the moment you jump out of the plane. Things get much better from there.

Philadelphia Flyers

Kevin Hayes

his world or yours (part 1) ( ⚲ ) ↯ - Kevin was your boyfriend for 5 years. The two of you went so far as getting engaged. You don’t know what happened but it all crumbled around you. Now you’re left picking up the pieces.

his world or yours (part 2) ( ⚲ ) ↯ - Kevin was your boyfriend for 5 years. The two of you went so far as getting engaged. You don’t know what happened but it all crumbled around you. Now he’s left picking up the pieces.

his world or yours (part 3) ( ⚲ ) - You go to lunch with Nolan at the restaurant you and Kevin used to frequent. You have to excuse yourself from the table for a moment to gather your composure. When you return, things take an unexpected turn.

Travis Konecny

water was cold as hell ( ⚲ ) ☤❀ - The temperature isn’t the warmest. That doesn’t stop Travis from plunging you and him into the lake at his cottage. As you’re trying to warm up, you blurt something that Travis doesn’t hesitate to answer.

don’t take the girl ( ♀ ) ♡↯✇ - Travis is going fishing for his eighth birthday. He doesn’t bring you. Travis is dating you ten years later and brings you to a movie. You get held at gunpoint by a robber. Travis doesn’t let the robber take you. Travis is your fiance five years after that and you’re expecting your first child together. You go into labour and Travis lets you go at the hospital.

watching you ( ♀ ) ♡ - Patrick is yours and Travis’ four-year-old son. A mishap at a traffic light sets in motion a series of events that makes you both realize something important about him.

Nolan Patrick

watching airplanes ( ⚲ ) ❀ - Deciding you want to surprise Nolan, you fly from your home in Charlottetown to his (summer) home in Winnipeg. The only problem is that Nolan had the same idea and flew from Winnipeg to Charlottetown to surprise you. Nolan sends you sightseeing to make the most of the weird situation. At the end of the day, Nolan has one last suggestion that leads to a wonderful surprise.

i do (cherish you) ( ♂ ) - While chilling by the lake with Nolan, your insulin pump runs out and needs a refill. You decide to head back into the cottage to grab an extra cartridge. On the way, you’re interrupted by something that puts your relationship with Nolan into an entirely new perspective.

St. Louis Blues

Vince Dunn

dear life ( ♀ ) ♡ - For a date, Vince takes you to laser tag. You haven’t been laser tagging since you were a kid and take up practising your aim with water guns. When the day for the date actually arrives, you’re beyond nervous. Vince inviting some of your family and friends calms you down. It also brings some information to light.

mario game at home ( ♀ ) ♡❀✇ - Super Mario Maker helps you decompress when things get to be too much. After a particularly terrible day at work, Vince steps in and offers some assistance through a level he created in the game. You even have something of your own to offer to him.

chasing cars ( ♀ ) ❀ - You and Vince are getting married. Vince pours his heart and soul into his wedding vows. You take a… different approach.

Colton Parayko

awful beautiful life ( ♀ ) ♡ - It’s Colton’s birthday. You decide to make him breakfast in bed as a way to surprise him with some big news.

Winnipeg Jets

Pierre-Luc Dubois

i’ll name the dogs ( ⚲ ) ❀ - When you wake up one morning, Pierre-Luc isn’t in bed. You head to the kitchen for breakfast and find a handwritten note on the refrigerator explaining the situation. Pierre-Luc returns soon afterwards with a surprise that changes the course of your relationship.

Edmonton Oilers

Tyson Barrie

check yes or no ( ♀ ) - Tyson has been your best friend since childhood. You’re so close that you’re attending the same college. You kiss him on the second day of your freshman year. Things fall into place from there.

Tampa Bay Lightning

Mathieu Joseph

in love with the boy ( �� ) ❀ - You’re graduating college in Montreal. Mathieu is playing playoff hockey in Tampa. He wants to be at your graduation. You want him at your graduation. Can you make it work?

[war--lords]

sorry i’ve been gone for so long i have a full-time job and other hobbies that i am deeply obsessed with... here have some fluff

Female pronouns for Reader

Fact one: In the past three days, Nobunaga can’t find you in the places you frequent around the castle, and at the end of the day, finds the tenshu empty. By dusk you are usually in his room, but these nights he finds you coming back after him. “Oh, just taking care of some stuff,” you would say.

Fact two: He misses you.

Perhaps it isn’t in his character to admit that so openly to you, what with his moniker being the “Devil King” and all, but he knows you know better—honesty has always been a key in your relationship, and it was the fact that he knew you were from 500 years in the future that drew him closer to you. Yes, he’ll tell you he misses you, but not before dealing out the proper punishment for failing to pay attention to him.

(Maybe he’s not being entirely honest after all, because he calls it punishment even when the both of you enjoy it. And as much as you’d squirm and reprimand him for teasing you so...)

Enough, he chides himself mentally. The lack of quality time with you has driven his mind to rely on fantasy, but that needs to change today. Today, he declares independence from the stack of paperwork on his desk and dedicates his working hours to looking for you—within the castle grounds or in town, if he must. He can already hear Hideyoshi scolding him at the back of his mind and scoffs.

As if that could stop him.

Nobunaga’s first stop is the hall where the seamstresses usually work.

“She left but moments ago, my lord,” says one of the elderly, working to get her thread in the eye of the needle. “To the kitchen, said she needed help to procure some food items.” 

“Speaking of, she did the same yesterday. And the day before, if I remember correctly,” another seamstress chimes in. “And it’s around this time too.”

“I wonder if she’s also helping out there. Our lady has always been so eager to assist!”

Thanking the ladies for the information, Nobunaga exits the hall to make his way to the kitchen, leaving the staff giggling and cooing at how sweet the two of them are together.

At an hour so close to lunch, the castle kitchen is teeming with life. Nobunaga’s face is hit with the aromatic smells of various dishes—it seems they’re about to be served mushroom and meat stew, a season-appropriate dish—as well as smoke and the sounds of commanding voices and hurried footsteps carrying the orders out. A cooking battlefield.

Blue enters his peripheral and he turns to look at a corner. Masamune is taste-testing something out of an iron pot simmering atop a fire, offering some of his comments to the chef standing next to him before sprinkling in some other ingredients into the pot.

“Lord Nobunaga,” Masamune says, grinning at the Oda patriarch’s approach. The chef standing next to him looks surprised at the very least, echoing the greeting with a deep bow. Masamune swiftly swipes a sample of the brewing broth of a wooden spoon and offers it to him with a “careful, it’s hot”. 

Nobunaga holds the spoon in his hand and sips, nodding his approval. “I was told I could find ___________ here.”

“The lass? Right, she was here.”

Nobunaga clicks his tongue at the use of past tense.

“Was she helping out with lunch preparations?”

Masamune shakes his head, adding what seems to be a pinch more salt into the pot. “Asked for some leftovers, actually—last night’s steamed fish. Put it in a neat little box and was gone as quickly as she arrived.”

“She asked for her food to be packed, as well.” The chef next to Masamune supplies.

Was she going somewhere? Nobunaga muses, deep in thought. His lover might be perplexing, but sharp as he is, he has some sort of clue as to what is happening. 

“I see. Did anyone see which way she was heading?”

Another young man chopping up some scallions in his work station put his knife down and pointed to the right of the kitchen entrance. “To the garden thereabouts, perhaps, my lord,” he answers, before he dutifully goes back to his job. 

“Thank you. In that case I shall have my food to go as well.”

“Right away, my lord!”

Masamune chuckles. “Didn’t know you guys like playing cat and mouse.”

Something clicks in Nobunaga’s mind. That had to be it.

“Yes, well, I didn’t know either,” comes his offhanded response, the beginnings of a smile on his lips. 

When he finally finds you, you are sitting under a maple tree in the freshly trimmed garden, the red of autumn forming a beautiful canopy above you. He sees a lacquered lunchbox in your hand, and in front of you, just at arm’s length, is another box...

...being devoured wholeheartedly by three kittens of varying coats.

“There you are,” he says as he approaches. You look startled for a split second, perhaps associating the gardens with a place that nobody ever frequents, before the expression melts into the very smile he’s smitten with.

“Nobunaga!” You look pleased with a tinge of confusion. “How rare of you to dine outside.”

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” he confesses as he sits down next to you, not minding the grass on his kimono and haori, “and upon finding out that you’ve decided to eat out, I decided to join you.”

“I’m sorry, did you come look for me in the kitchen?”

“And the seamstresses’ hall before that.”

You look extremely apologetic he almost feels bad. He leans forward. You get the message and peck him on the lips. 

“Sorry.”

“One more, and then you’re forgiven.”

“Mm, okay,” you murmur, smiling into the kiss, your lunchbox forgotten despite holding it in your hands. This one lasts longer, what with your lover’s hand at the back of your head, ordering you to stay, and when he swipes his tongue on your bottom lip you feel the beginnings of a moan bubbling at the top of your throat—oh, you’re in public—

He’s the first to pull away, a devious smirk on his face. “Your food will grow cold.”

Pouting, you begrudgingly start eating again.

“So this is where you’ve been the past few days?” He asks, unraveling the cloth that wraps his food container while staring at three fuzzy rumps an arm’s length away. The kittens, all of which are variants of white, orange, and black, look ravenous, not even caring that another person has entered the vicinity. He spots the remnants of steamed fish in the box.

“Yes,” you answer, all smiles as you look at the kittens, and then once more that expression morphs into a realization that you’ve been spending less time with him, which perfectly explains him seeking you out. “Oh, Nobu, I didn’t mean to.”

He begins eating his meal. “You could have told me.”

“Well, yes, but I felt like that would’ve finalized my attachment to them,” you say, finishing your meal (you started earlier, after all). “I’ve been watching them and waiting for their mother to perhaps come back, but it’s been three days...”

One of the kittens, the one with orange and black on the tips of its ears, comes hobbling at you with little legs, meowing in thanks. Your smile turns to a chuckle when it climbs into your lap, insistently pawing and leaning its head into your palm when you reach to pet it.

He watches as you pet it gently, the kitten seemingly wanting more scratches and strokes each time that you have to concede. A wry smile takes over his face as he continues with his meal. “Perhaps its mother left them here knowing they will be well cared for.”

You blink in surprise. “Nobunaga, are you saying we can—”

“No.”

“Why?” you whine.

“I’m smart enough not to invite any competition for your attention within my quarters.”

Understanding dawns upon you and you find your arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck repeatedly so as to not disturb his meal. The poor man... getting jealous over some kittens because you’ve been looking after them for the last few days. When you’ve administered the last kiss on his throat, hoping to appease him, you look up to see his eyes boring into yours, a planning smile on his face. You catch on, and smile back, hoping to look at least half as alluring as he.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Good,” he replies curtly. “When that happens... I’ll make sure it’ll be impossible for you to think about anything else.”

The incessant meowing, cute as they are, dissolves the sexual tension between the two of you, as another kitten makes its way bravely on top of Nobunaga’s calf, its beady eyes making it look like it’s pleading. Good sir? Have you come to feed us, too?

You see a softness in Nobunaga’s eyes that indicates he’s finally understood what you felt. The man uses his chopsticks to fish out a piece of meat and hovers it right in front of the kitten’s face, allowing the tiny feline to snatch it out of the utensil’s grasp and straight into its mouth.

“The staff will be informed of these little ones and help take care of them,” he declares, “of course you are free to do so as well.” Just don’t neglect me again, you can hear that last unspoken bit through the way he gazes at you. You smile at him gratefully and sigh, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. When else do you get to see Nobunaga acting all soft and playing with kittens?

Leaning forward again, you kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you.”

He brushes your lip with his thumb and you suppress a shiver down your spine—now is hardly the time to think of that. You lean your head on his shoulder.

“Shall we name them?”

(Haguro flies in the scene five minutes later, scaring the kittens initially, but it’s clear that much like his owner, he’s just jealous and wants some pets.)