#everything in their body seems to work jack at the very least as far as we know hasnt had anything Fall Off

[the-acid-pear]

I try not to think too hard about how souless corpses work on DSaF bc i understand a lot of things (like their ability to... re-die?) are just plot devices and "just work" and i dont wanna start to sound like ben shapiro in the "beach that makes you old" video.

[goodolddumbbanana]

TO BE MIRROR AU [6]

Summary: Nexus attempted to kidnap Sun to get him to find the shards by threatening Dazzle and Jack. Moon is nowhere, idk, maybe sleep.

It was just a normal day…

Only the yellow animatronic stays in daycare to clean. Moon was busy in his laboratory with Solar, butting his head off with everything from finding the whereabouts of Ruin and the Dark Sun's hideout, to studying the remnants of the Wither Storm.

They have been working hard for more than 12 hours. The overwhelming amount of work that his brothers endure makes Sun worried that Moon will fall back into his old habits, working until his battery is dried out. And he can say the same thing with Solar.

Maybe after cleaning this place up, Sun should go back to the lab to check. He can get something for his brother to eat? And water for Solar? At least, for now, this is what makes him feel like he can help in some way.

A loud sign coming out his mouth. The barrel was so shiny in Sun's hand that he could see himself on it.

He still couldn't understand how he could sense the shards of the Wither Storm, but he didn't look into the gift horse's mouth. Although... that was just a little concern in Sun's heart, why did he feel so attracted to those crystals? Why did he feel... so relieved when he touched them?

Unlike Moon, who not only had a headache, but slept so soundly that scared him near death the next day?

The sound of someone coming out of the ball pit rang out, startling Sun's train of thoughts.

The computer hasn't been fixed yet. There's so much work that needs to be done and Moon's AI creation is relatively complicated. So they have to do everything by hand for now, which is sometimes really inconvenient for Sun.

For example, he couldn't guess exactly who had entered this dimension.

A dark blue shadow appeared in the distance. A nightcap bobbed, revealing the tall, thin body of a lunar Daycare attendant. Star and moon shaped characters are embroidered on the shirt.

The shadow cast by the light caused Sun's optics to involuntarily shrink. He came closer, still holding the barrel towel in his hand.

“M–Moon?! I thought you would work until late?—”

The words coming out of Sun's mouth suddenly stopped. Sun's non-existent heart seemed to skip a beat when the stranger raised his face, revealing a bygone face that was only seen in Sun's old nightmares.

His eyes were red as blood, like two coals dipped in the burning fire. The smile was as curved as a crescent moon, white as bone, as marrow, as sickly white as the way a wild animal grins when hunting its prey. The long, slender body, bent in a way that physics could not explain, stretched out of the ball pit.

“H–Hello? Who are you?" Sun asked timidly, he silently scolded himself, why didn't he call Moon right now. It's not that he can't defend himself, because of magic, Moon still encourages him to practice day and night. But Sun didn't want things to go that far at all.

If possible, he just wanted them to leave or they could talk in peace.

That strange guest just twisted his body, his posture was too comfortable for someone who did not live here. Sun's internal chip doesn't understand why it keeps screaming, trying to emit a telegram of connection, feeling like his subconscious is whispering something about there is something very familiar towards the stranger.

Could this be KC or another version of KC?

Sun never held out hope that KC was still alive. Their KC‌ was dead, broken into pieces in Bloodmoon's hands. But something about the stranger made Sun unconsciously take a few steps forward.

They laughed, a hoarse, dry, ugly laugh like the sound of a knife carving into flesh.

“ No… Take another guess.”

Sun didn't know it was possible to shatter someone's reality with just one sentence.

In the colorful colors of daycare, Moon-Nexus stood there calmly, with a smile that didn't reach the corners of his eyes.

New clothes, new body, will any of that still can Sun call them his brother? When they at that time had hurt their own sister without any remorse, and now in those lifeless eyes, only the bloody brutality and indifference of the scientist towards his specimen were visible?

Nexus looks happy. Dangerously happy. They approached Sun, letting out a greeting as if nothing had happened, as if Nexus hadn't torn his own family in half.

“Hey, Sun… Long time no see.”

The two images melt into each other. One is the concerned eyes of a version of Moon he has learned to love and trust, the other is of a stranger that Sun doesn't recognize anymore.

Sun should run. He should scream and let any of Moon's defenses activate, but he couldn't. His throat was stiff, his mouth dry. He couldn't stop shaking, his freezing reflex made his joints immobile.

“What's wrong, Sun, aren't you happy to see your brother again?”

Nexus tilted its head, its neck as long as an owl's, the deformity that Nexus had intentionally inflicted on itself was like a punch to Sun's stomach.

‘ What happened to you, Nexus?’

“I guess this can happen.” M-Nexus shrugged, and they moved closer leisurely, ignoring Sun's momentary flinch.

"You already have your Old Moon back, how can you miss this Moon, am I right, Sun?"

He wants to say...

‘ We have missed you. We still missed you. Earth couldn't look at Moon's face without crying silently afterward. Even though Lunar didn't say anything, I still knew that the boy hid your photo in the room. Solar numb all his emotions because of you, he didn’t believe our stories for weeks before really seeing you, face to face. I missed you, I have missed you so much.

But you don't know that, do you?

Only cares about what you want, and always jumps to these places where I can't even keep up with.

And now you throw it all away to pursue a self-destructive obsession that you think we want, when what we need is for you to be happy with us.'

He wanted to say many things, but his mouth could only make pitiful stuttering sounds. His hand wanted to reach out, a faint glimmer of hope that Nexus felt remorseful and wanted to return to his family.

But the cruel mind only laughed at Sun's weak heart, mocking him about how dangerous the Nexus looked.

'Even an idiot like you can understand why he came here, right, Sun ~~' The sound of Sun's thoughts was too close to Eclipse's disdainful and even tone, making Sun unconsciously frown.

“How is the new house btw? I heard that beast say you have moved. Do you live well there? Not that I care—”

Sun wanted to refute. He wanted to grab Nexus tightly and ask if they didn't care, then why did they deliberately bring up the old story? He wanted to cry and hug Nexus tightly, to beg Nexus to return to Sun, Earth and Lunar. He also wanted to punch his other brother, to let them know how stupid the thing they did was, how much it hurt the people who loved them.

But nothing can come out except the bitterness.

“Oh come on, no need to look so tense like that.”

Close, too close, Nexus was approaching Sun without him realizing it. The shadow of Nexus fell on Sun, their voice was gentle, so gentle and considerate, like that was still the person he called his brother.

The sound of bells rang in Sun's ears. A red shadow flashed across Sun's eyes, and the ribbon on Nexus's wrist fell onto his shirt.

“I said I wouldn't hurt you, didn't I?”

The distance between them was only an inch apart, and the tip of Nexus' nightcap accidentally touched Sun's rays. Nexus's hand was clasped in his, the grip soft but firm, just like the way they used to do whenever Sun had a panic attack.

It really made Sun soften, and let his guard down for a split second.

Enough for a sick smile to flash across Nexus's lips. A wave of pain erupted in Sun's arm, Nexus's hands gripped Sun's hand tightly, their sharp nails digging into his metal shell.

“Well… I guess I lied. I actually very much enjoyed it.”

The pain caused Sun to pull away and stagger backwards. He panted, the rays of light converging with Sun's breathing. Nexus' sadistic chuckle was almost unreal, as if this were just a normal gaming session between the two of them, rather than looking like Nexus was ready to hurt Sun.

Sun shouldn't be surprised, because after all, Nexus has always hated him. This person's care is purely an order, a purpose that Moon has placed like a chain on this newly reset Moon's neck.

Sun knows Nexus always hates him for being alive, for the one who died is Solar.

“W–Why are you here, M–Nexus?”

Try to squeeze out each word. Ignoring the pain in his wrist, Sun wished he wasn't trembling, so pathetic for someone who hadn't even done anything to him.

“You know why.” Nexus retracted his hand, his red eyes looked straight at Sun, a look so determined that it scared Sun.

"No I don't." Sun gritted his teeth, both of his fists clenched. There was an anger that came out of nowhere in his chest like a flood, making his vision red and Sun didn't know what he wanted to do next.

“A little bird told me about your ability. Don’t be sad. I was just going to look into your source code, but unfortunately I found nothing.”

“So…”

“…”

Breath escaped from Sun's mouth. His joints convulsed, and Sun's entire operating system continuously crashed into each other with errors and loops.

“I want you to come with me, Sun.”

“ From now on we will do everything together Sun… I will not leave you…”

Two voices collided. One from the present and one from the past. The protective concern that once existed in that voice now turned into mockery. Nexus looked at him like a curious child looking at a sick cat that was about to die. They had no intention of doing anything, just watching with interest to see where this was going.

*** Flashback

Sun never understood Moon's laboratory preferences. Too white, too clean, everywhere is sterile white. There is a coldness and crampedness that clings to this place, even if there are more green trees. can cover up its emptiness.

Moon stood in front of the board, his shadow was too high, beyond Sun's sight. Moon's hand awkwardly touched the edge of the table, her face serious. There was only the clicking sound of the radiator running, and the gurgling sound of running water, as if time had stopped a long time ago and was working again, as heavy as a nail stuck in the wall.

Reflections of surrounding objects flashed on the Sun's gilded shell. A cup of steaming hot tea was placed in front of him.

“Hey Sun… I need you to think about this…” Moon's voice is gentle and careful, as if he was speaking to a child. “If what Dark Sun said is true, then Nexus is also searching for the fragments…”

“ That means… he might come to you…”

“I'm not telling you to decide now… but for your own good and I don't want you to get hurt…”

“ Can you tell me you are willing to attack Nexus if he comes to hurt you?”)

***

There was heavy pressure and tension between the two. It felt like there was invisible sweat dripping down the back of Sun's shirt.

Nexus is taller than him, stronger than him, both physically and intellectually. And he stinks of the smell of negative star power. If he wanted, he could take advantage of Sun being caught off guard and take Sun away at any time. Or just straight up torture him right away. But here, right now, Nexus just offers Sun an offer.

To go with him voluntarily.

Why?" Sun lowered his voice. His hands were hidden behind his back, ready for any movement by Nexus to trigger him to activate his magic. Every sensor in his body was screaming at him to attack, or run away, but for some stubborn reason, he continued to wait for Nexus's answer.

Listening to Moon was an inherent rigid habit, making him no matter how angry or disappointed he was, the first person to lay down his cards was still Nexus.

“Sun, you know what's funny? It had taken me months of manual labor to find the fragments of the Wither Storm, while the answer was right before my eyes."

"It's you. Sun."

"Yes, I was surprised too. Who would have thought that little Sunny would have this ability? How many pieces have you and that bastard found? Where did you hide it?"

“And why should I tell you?”

Red eyes glared at Sun maliciously, so evil that it would make his former self burst into tears.

“Because I will not go easy on you anymore if you keep stubborn like that.”

(Honk honk duck sound)

A flash of light erupted, right next to Nexus's feet smoking remains of a fireball. For the first time since him show up, Nexus's eyes opened wide to look at him in surprise.

Their approaching feet stopped, they looked intently at the fire burning the carpet next to them. A few balls couldn't stand the luck, half melting and emitting an unpleasant smell of burning synthetic resin.

“I won't go with you, Nexus.” Sun spoke harshly. His hand twitched. A sick feeling went deep into Sun's stomach, making him want to vomit. "Quite the opposite, I  like to stay here."

Sun had never, ever directly pointed a weapon at his family like that, and the thought of hurting someone... Even if it was Nexus, it made Sun's whole body tremble.

Bitter bile seeped into Sun's throat. A dirty feeling that couldn't be washed away flowed through him. It was like a rope was wrapped around Sun's throat, making him writhe in pain.

Sun couldn't breathe.

What is he doing?

Satisfied giggles rang out.

“Oh?” Nexus hummed. “You shot me.”

“You shot your brother.”

‘ And yet you always try to act like you're better than me.’ The meaning behind Nexus's words.

Say it casually as if it were a fact. Say it smugly as if they knew this was going to happen.

Red appeared in Sun's eyes. Red. Red like the blood flowing on Evelyn's head, red like the color of Nexus's eyes, red like the dirt on Sun's hands, which can never be washed off.

The giggle of a certain red devil rang in Sun's ears, causing Sun's snow-white pupils to shrink. No… Just hallucinations. He took a deep breath, avoiding the immediately understanding look from Nexus.

“Don't take another step, because the next shot will be real.” Sun took a deep breath, trying to speak without trembling. Magical colors like a kaleidoscope glowed in Sun's hands. His fan seemed to be overloaded, every part of Sun's body seemed to fall apart. “I suggest you leave, Nexus. Or else…"

“Or else you will kill me, right?”

Sun was about to say he would expel Nexus, but Nexus' answer left him stunned.

What percentage of his magic would succeed, and what percentage would it fail like the other things Sun had attempted.

A painful chuckle echoed in Nexus's mouth, close to the edge of madness. There was a bitter feeling in it, and it made Sun feel endlessly guilty.

“So little Sunny finally grew a spine. It's sad that it took two Moons for that to happen.”

“When did you learn magic? I remember you were so insistent that you didn't want to touch these nonsense crap at all."

“Is it because of Moon?” Nexus' eyes narrowed. Sun's silence seemed to confirm Nexus's guess. “I'm never really good enough, am I?” They scoffed. “As soon as I left, you replaced me with that monster version, and running after him like an off-leash pet.”

It hurts. Hearing that from someone who was also his brother hurt so much. But it cannot be more painful than the feeling of betrayal that Earth has experienced, or Moon getting tortured.

“Are you done yet?” Sun was tired, he knew Nexus was trying to insult him, that any reaction from Sun would only give Nexus an advantage.

But he is very tired.

Part of Sun wanted to give up, let Nexus take him away. It's better to surrender to reduce the pain than to resist and the result will still be the same. But the other part in Sun, the one had to restrain Moon, Eclipse, and whoever was in his head from trying to control give Nexus a middle finger.

Sun cannot give up, not when he has Earth, Lunar, Moon... and the destructive potential of the Wither Storm and whatever plans Nexus wants to try for the world.

Strangely, the fleeting thought of death was so light compared to what was before Sun.

“Nah— You understand me, Sun. I will never go without what I want.” Nexus chuckled, his finger pointing at Sun.

Daycare still plays the cheerful, annoying music as if nothing had happened. A feeling of deja vu made Sun's heart sink deeper, as a shot was fired right in the area where he and Nexus were standing right now.

“So, if Sunny boy really wants to leave, you have to be the one to do it first—.‌”

The gears in Sun's chest stopped turning once. A smile spread across Nexus's lips, his arms spread wide. Their eyes were closed, they looked completely at peace.

“Shoot Sun. Break me, destroy me into pieces.‌ If you have the guts, do so, so I can't cause any more harm to your family.”

Sun wants to say Nexus was also his family, Nexus is still his brother.

“But remember, I'm only giving you this first shot for free.”

Another image placed on Nexus. Blue separates into orange and red.

‘See you in hell, Sun. ’ A tired, bitter smile, angry eyes, unwilling to give up even in death.

'Cowardice. Useless. Without Moon you are nothing— ' The impostor wore Moon's face, provoking him with evil words.

“So, let's give me your best shot.”

Five-colored light flashed brightly in Sun's hand. Shoot. Don't Shoot. Just let go. Just relax. Whether it was Eclipse's whisper or Bloodmoon's, he no longer knew.

It's easy, very simple, especially when he is already charge.

Just release it.

You can do it, Sun.

‘ You are my older brother, Sun. I care about you.'

Nexus's face appeared, full of concern and understanding.

The magical light grew louder and louder, before completely extinguishing in Sun's hands. Standing there stiffly, the hand still couldn't be lowered. Sun can't, he can't attack M–Nexus.

‘ What a coward, Sun.’

“It's not that I didn't expect it, but it's also disappointing.

Nexus walked around Sun, his neck sticking out excitedly like a vulture hunting its prey. Touching Sun's spell-casting arm, they suddenly lifted Sun up. 

“–!!?”

Sun screamed in confusion into the air, and in a moment that was probably only a few seconds, he was thrown hard to the ground. His metal skeleton groaned in pain, warning triangles flashed, causing his optics to turn yellow.

Maybe something broke. Suddenly, there was a soft falling sound of something hitting Sun's head. He groaned and picked it up, his sensors classifying it as a toy.

What is this?

A worn sun doll blinked back at Sun. A cold feeling reached the heart of Sun's non-existence, algorithms 0 and 1 jumped like locusts, howling in a vortex of indignation.

“Yeah… If I was you, I would have watched my baby deer better.”

Nexus's voice rang in Sun's ears as if it were annoying, the bell rang with every step they took. “By the way, the new outfit is nice, it would be a shame if it were damaged, right, Sun?"

“W–Where is Dazzle???” Sun's voice trembled. He held the doll tightly with him, clumsily stood up and rushed to grab Nexus' shirt. “Nexus, WHERE IS DAZZLE!!!?”

Not paying attention to Sun's violent attitude, Nexus just touched his fingertips. An immature sound rang out.

“H–Hello? Hey Sun!!!”

“DAZZLE!! DAZZLE!!! WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU HURT?!!!” Sun desperately clung to the receiver.

“No-o?? I'm playing with Jack. We're going on an adventure! Oh, Jack said we have to keep it a secret now…”

“Jack? Dazzle, you tell me where you are?! Please Dazzle–”

Nexus turned off the mic before Sun could finish speaking. “You know, I forgot when Solar and I created Jack, we, actually, it was Solar's idea, to put a backup code inside, in case anyone hacked Jack's code. Then, the administrator rights will still belong to Solar. And even though that idiot Monty changed quite a few things for that traitor, the original settings are still the same.”

“And with my negative star power, things can be really easy.”

Sun looked up at Nexus, they smiled cheekily. Horrible smile, full of teeth.

“You don't want both Jack and Dazzle to become Lunar. 2.0, do you, Sun?”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Dating Eyeless Jack would include (plus general Jack headcannons)

Hello hello!! Im back with another list of headcannons!! This time with EJ!! Hope you all enjoy!!

First off, he's a hermit. He doesn't like people, especially in my take of him

I personally headcannon Eyeless Jack to be more of a person being possessed/turning into a monster rather than being a monster at creation, yk? Its built off that one spin off backstory someone wrote; where Jack is in school and gets caught up in some cult stuff

Yeah that story!! I took that one and the original and mashed it up!! My idea is that Jack is still there, mostly normal but has a barely controllable hunger for flesh ++ he body deteriorates as time passes to better resemble how we all know him (grey skin, maybe sharp teeth if you hc it, ect ect)

Now that I've caught you up with my take on him, I'll continue!! Since he's in this position I feel like it'd be near impossible for him to actually. Allow himself to have a romantic relationship, or any relationship for that matter.. he feels that you being around him will put you in danger

Thats not to say my EJ is evil! Hes not, its just the funky curse that compels him to eat meat

But let's say he does find you, and lets his walls down, and you two get together

To start, he rarely takes off his mask outside of feeding times, most times he can't remember the details of; often being a blur left in his mind due to his curse

So mask kisses! Lots and lots of them! You'll have to be the one to initiate it though <\3 Jack never seemed to be the type to seek n give affection, at least to me

On the off chance you do see him without the mask, he might.. MIGHT let you actually kiss him

He's got sharp teeth, that's one reason he's nervous about kissing you for real

He also has half a dozen long, writhing, snake like tongues in his mouth. Cult rituals, amirite? I mean.. he doesn't really know.. how that'd work..

Oh before I forget to mention! My EJ is short, but stout!! 5'6 but he's got a wide frame!! Strong!! Do not tease him on his height because he will be moody for the rest of the day

Sometimes on cold days he lets you snuggle up with him inside his jacket

If he's coming to visit you, he'll be the most polite guest ever

Come over to his place, a little abandoned cabin in the woods? He'll be a good host!! Just please don't go into the room in the far right corner of the cabin 😋😋 that totally isnt where he primarily feeds 😋

I feel like he can't really eat. Normal food

Tough tiddies oh well

Actually now that I think about it my take on Jack kinda reminds me of the ghouls from Tokyo Ghoul

Anyways

Oh y/n please play with his hair!! Its nice and soft and fluffy!! He won't outright ask you to do it, but he'll send signals!!

He doesn't talk much but he's a good listener! He's not shy or anything, it's just that he's more observant and reserved. Even before.. everything that happened to him, he wasn't much of a talker

Doesn't sleep much, he doesn't really need to anymore

On nights where he isnt out.. doing his thing, he might come into your room and watch over you

Not to be creepy!! Even if it is.. creepy.. yk?

It's his own way of making sure nothing happens

He will knock it off if you ask him too though! He'll likely limit it to quickly checking in on you to make sure you're safe and sound

He's cold.. ice cold.. whether or not that deems him a not so good cuddle buddy is up to you

Takes a very very long time to warm up to affection. You'll likely have to wait for him to take the first steps, or to catch the signs, you know?

[codename-mom]

Halloween

Summary: 31st of October is coming faster than ever and Hotch has to deal with something he wasn't prepared for: Jack doesn't want to wear his disguise anymore AND he doesn't want to tell him what he wants in place of it.

Characters: BAU team

Contents: this text is part of a self-challenge on the theme "It's cute but...". So, it's supposed to be funny and/or cute with a slice of bitterswitness. Hope you'll enjoy it!

TW: this one is just supposed to be cute (even if the action takes place something like months after Haley's death).

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

___

The BAU private jet was en route to Detroit for a new case, and the team had completed its regular briefing. All they had to do now was wait for the plane to land, then set off in pursuit of yet another suspect. This was normally the part of the trip where agents dropped the mask and discussed everything but work. A moment of connection that kept the group together and allowed everyone to find out more about the people they worked with for the rest of the year.

Prentiss had jumped at the chance to annoy Reid, while Morgan had immersed himself in reading the messages that had arrived on his phone. Rossi, for his part, quickly noted Hotch's blank stare and furrowed brow. The latter was by far the least easy-to-read agent in all of Quantico, but the Department's co-founder had learned to decipher the micro-expressions the giant in a suit sometimes let slip. And something was obviously bothering him.

“Everything is okay?”

“What?” croaked Aaron raising his nose in his direction.

“You seem thoughtful.”

The director looked away, ready to affirm that all was well, but then changed his mind. The problem that consumed him couldn't be solved on its own, and the deadline for dealing with it was more than tight. And given the circumstances, he was prepared to do anything to ensure that the catastrophe looming on the horizon did not occur. Maybe the people around him could tell him what to do.

“… If you were five years old today, what would you dress up as?”

“What?” replied the writer, confused.

“Spiderman,” answered Derek, sit next to him, his eyes still oriented toward his Smartphone.

“That was the plan, but for some reason, Jack doesn't want this suit anymore, revealed the boy's father. And that was all he has talked about for weeks.”

The child, who was fascinated by superheroes, had pounced on the disguise of Peter Parker's alter-ego the nanosecond he saw it in the shelf at supermarket. His sire didn't even try to negotiate for something cheaper, perfectly aware of his son's passion for this particular character and bought it on the assumption that his offspring would be delighted to wear it the D-day. In the two weeks that followed, Jack kept telling him how he saw the evening unfolding in his spider-man outfit. Then, unannounced, he had abruptly stopped talking about it and, two days earlier, had told him he no longer wanted to wear it.

“It must be itchy, intervened Emily. These things have always been more aesthetic than comfortable.”

“I know, I wore some before him. That's why I advised him to wear a long-sleeved top underneath. But even so, he doesn't want it.”

Like all toddlers, he had once made the mistake of wearing his costume directly on his body, only to regret it less than an hour later. Marked for life by this evening of restraining himself from tearing his skin with his fingernails, he had then adopted the parry that everyone knew: Put on long-sleeved clothes underneath so as not to feel the coarse seams that irritated the epidermis. However, when it came to Jack, that didn't seem to be the problem that concerned him.

“And he really didn’t tell you why?” tried to know Rossi.

“He says that he’s not a real superhero.”

“What's his definition of a superhero?" Spencer asked very seriously.

“He’s five. Anyone who saves people and appears on TV in a flashy costume is a superhero.”

And even those who didn't really have a costume – like Hulk or the Thing – or who had a more ambiguous morality – like Magneto or Catwoman – found favor in his eyes. As long as he could follow their adventures on the small screen, the boy was ecstatic.

“He may have another disguise,” suggested Prentiss.

“Not at home then.”

“Did you ask Jessica?" bounced Dave, eyebrow suspicious.

“Yes, and she told me that she was not aware of anything.”

“And you believe her?” frowned the ambassador’s daughter.

“I don’t profile my sister-in-law.”

Even if he had the ability to do so, Aaron had set himself the insurmountable limit of never profiling those closest to him. He knew their qualities and faults, as well as any other member of his family, but categorically refused to go looking for the reasons behind this or that aspect of their behavior. Just as he never lingered on their micro-expressions to detect whether or not they were telling him the truth. In fact, while Jack’s aunt claimed to know nothing of the existence of a second disguise, he believed her.

“Is it that embarrassing that he doesn't have a suit? asked the BAU co-founder, sitting back in his seat. After all, the most important thing is to collect candy.”

“I'm not going to take Jack trick-or-treating dressed as usual. The costume is part of the tradition, and he's been looking forward to it for months.”

He didn't want to have to justify himself to the other parents or to the generous donors and, even more, he didn't want his son to be teased by the other children. About a year after the tragedy that had affected them both, the little boy certainly didn't need this.

“Why not offer him another disguise? suggested Reid. Like Superman for example.”

“It was his disguise last year and it doesn’t fit anymore.”

“And why not the Hulk?" said Derek, putting his phone back on the table.

“Jack is no destroyer. He’d rather… talk.”

Unlike many kids his age, who threw destructive tantrums whenever their requests were vetoed, his offspring opted instead for discussion. Long, winding discussions in which he presented a whole host of more or less sensible arguments and tried every means possible to get his way.

“Really?” exclaimed the unit’s youngest agent.

“Oh, yes. I spend all my days-off and weekends negotiating with a miniature criminal who won't eat his vegetables or put his toys away.”

The team burst out laughing, despite the dejected look on their superior's face.

“Like you, I guess,” stressed Rossi with a sneer at the corner of his lips.

“I wish to say “no” but, from what his grandmother says, it was exactly what I was doing.”

“He’s got to take a little after you.”

Hotch mused that perhaps this wasn't what he'd wanted him to get from his personality. Unfortunately, now that he was living off him, it was unlikely that the boy would develop an attitude at the opposite end of the spectrum from his own. It's up to him to nurture his sunny, sociable side so that he doesn't end up exactly like him.

“That doesn't solve my problem," he continued, pushing the thought from his mind.

“Especially since you’d better come, Emily threatened. JJ will be here with Henry and Will.”

“They set her free?”

Jennifer Jareau, who had been his liaison officer for five years, had left her post to answer the Pentagon's siren call. He hadn't held her back because he didn't want to restrain her, but her departure represented a wound that was hard to heal.

“What? Aren’t you happy to see her again?”

“Yes, very much. I only wish it had been under different circumstances.”

“Maybe he has an idea for a costume, but doesn't dare tell you," Spencer interjected, ignoring the rest of the conversation.

“I wouldn't mind if he wanted to dress up as Wonder Woman, he said frankly. It's better than being the only kid without a costume.”

He was sincere. It didn't matter to him what his son wanted to dress up as, as long as he could take part in the festivities in a light-hearted way, without worrying about the looks on everyone's faces.

“We're on our way," announced Morgan, looking towards the porthole.

The plane swerved and landed a few minutes later. The agents disembarked on the tarmac, boarded the SUVs provided and drove to their destination. With their investigation in full swing, they soon managed to close the case, freeing local residents from a dangerous outlaw. Their mission accomplished, they returned to the airport and found themselves in the belly of the jet.

“It's great, we've closed the deal just in time for Halloween," rejoiced Reid, who used to love the holiday.

“Matter of speaking. I still can’t figure out how to disguise Jack.”

Between two reflections on the affair that had engrossed them, the same question had come back to haunt him: what suit would his son want to wear? And the more the hours ticked by, bringing them irretrievably closer to the fateful date, the more anguish gripped his throat. And now that the big day was here, he could hardly breathe.

“Did you ask him again?” inquired Derek.

“Yes. And he is still saying that he doesn’t know.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ll find a solution,” Dave reassured him.

“It’s easy for you to say. You're not the one who's going to deal with the diplomatic incident that's looming.”

So it was with a lump in his stomach that Hotch returned home, even though night had already fallen over Virginia. The little boy had greeted him with an ear-to-ear smile, apparently indifferent to the fact that he had nothing to put on his back to enjoy an evening where the very principle was to be someone else for several hours. But then Jack gave him a surprise that went straight to his heart. Emerging from his room in the suit he'd worn for an entirely different ceremony, his tie askew, he gave him a mischievous smile when he announced that he looked like the only true hero in his eyes: his father.

                Holding back a tear, Aaron took him in his arms and kissed him tenderly. A strange pride had taken hold of him, and he felt the need to share it with the whole neighborhood. Instead, he pulled a coat over his shoulders and led his offspring to the rendezvous point the team had set for themselves. On the way, Jack, all happy, continued:

“Look.”

With some difficulty, he removed a rectangular plastic object from one of his pockets. His sire immediately recognized an old card holder lying around in his boxes, which he hadn't taken the time to throw away. Jack opened it and revealed:

“Oh! A badge from the FBI.”

“Like yours. But with my photo on it.”

The little boy held the object upside down, but he was so proud of his surprise that his father repressed his urge to turn it right side up.

“I see that. Is that why you took my card?”

“Yes,” confessed his son with a shy smile.

Hotch remembered looking for his accreditation two weeks earlier. Unlike his firearm, which was always locked in a safe whenever he came home, his badge and phone were easily accessible to the child, who knew, however, that he was not allowed to touch them. This disappearance had lasted several days, but without the slightest consequence since he hadn't needed to use it. He now understood better the reasons for its brief absence.

“Who did this? He asked, looking carefully at his son’s creation. You?”

"No. It’s aunt Jessica.”

“She did a good job, he admitted, amused by the details his former sister-in-law added here and there. Looks like a real one.”

“See!”

“Yes. I need to arrest her then,” he affirmed, suddenly serious again.

“No! exclaimed the child, terrified. It was just for Halloween!”

“Okay. I won’t do anything,” he said, trying not to laugh.

To thank him for his kindness, Jack took his face in his arms and placed a kiss on his cheek. He received one in return, on the forehead, then his father laid him back on the ground as they approached the group. The kid ran towards the BAU employees, looking ecstatic, and jumped into the middle of the adults.

“Hey! He finally found a disguise,” noticed Prentiss.

“Yes!”

“Who are you dressed as? Asked Morgan, intrigued. Clark Kent?”

“No.”

The boy looked up at his father, clearly waiting for his approval. Aaron smiled.

“Tell them.”

“I’m dressed up as Dad. I’m a FBI agent!”

“Ho! That’s so cute!” Exclaimed simultaneously JJ, Emily and Penelope.

They immediately took him in their arms for a general hug, which he greatly appreciated.

“Good job, dude!” retorted Derek raising his fist in his direction.

Jack, freed from his tender prison, rapped his folded fingers against the ex-policeman's hand. His chest puffed out, he added immediately:

“And look what aunt Jessica have made!”

He brandished his dummy badge energetically, this time in the right way.

“Ho! Agent Hotchner, what are your orders?” stiffened the brunette, falsely impressed.

“Let’s get candies!”

“We're right behind you," said the bespectacled blonde, standing at attention.

Accompanied by the two women and Morgan, the youngster made his way through the crowd, looking happier than ever, his little fluorescent-orange bucket fluttering on his arm. Another who was smiling from ear to ear, moved and delighted to see his son so happy, was Hotch. A gentle warmth warmed his insides as he watched him interact with the people around him, an undeniable joy clouding his round face. JJ, next to him, noticed his expression and smiled back.

“You must be so proud.”

“You have no idea.”

Jack probably thought he was pleasing him by taking on his appearance, but, while he appreciated the intention, he was far more moved by the obvious happiness that inhabited him at this moment.

[captainimfangirling]

Finally Saw The Borderlands Movie

I went into the theater with an opened mind. I understand nobody can make a movie exactly like the games because there are too many characters, too many guns, the story line is very complex, and everything about it is just so chaotic.

I feel like the only ones who like it are Cate Blanchett fans. I'm not a fan of Cate Blanchett because haven't seen many movies she was in but I do know she's a good actress however this movie didn't suit her at all. I think she only got the role because Eli Roth liked working with her or they're friends. So far I haven't seen him say anything about how she fit the role as Lilith, only that he enjoyed working with her on The House with a Clock in Its Walls. I feel like Hollywood is all about who you know rather than what's best for the movie/tv show. That's why we see the same damn actors in movies.

Kevin heart didn't feel like a soldier to me. He felt more like an annoyed security guard. Tiny Tina being attached to Roland was cute because she did love him in the game. I'm not trying to hate on Ariana Greenblatt but I feel like she wasn't crazy or bubbly enough to be Tiny Tina. She's good at playing teenagers with an attitude like in Barbie. I think she would've been better suited as Ava from Borderlands 3 (it's not an insult like I didn't hate Ava as much as you guys). I did love her costume and her room with all the toys/bombs.

I think Jamie Lee Curtis' did her best with Tannis because it seems very awkward when talking to Lilith and very into science but I don't think she was eccentric enough. Personally I think it makes sense for Tannis to leave a child instead of raising her because she lacks empathy and is more obsessed with science than raising a child. But to be honest making her older than Lilith was a terrible idea because I want to know more about Tannis and Lilith's mother relationship instead of Tannis and Lilith's relationship.

Krieg looked cool but like Tiny Tina I feel like he wasn't crazy enough. He should be twitching and doing crazy stuff. Not just being a little girls body guard. I wish they had one small scene where we hear the sane Krieg talking to show why this Psycho was special and give him more of a personality. Maybe have sane Krieg explain how Tiny Tina reminded him of his daughter. I don't know give us something about sane Krieg.

I don't remember General Knoxx in Borderlands because I haven't played any DLCs games so I got nothing to say. Deukalian Atlas was kind of weird. I feel like he was mix of Handsome Jack and Rhys Strongfork. Also him creating Tiny Tina was stupid. I feel like Tina in the game had a more tragic background because she did have parents who loved her but they were murdered so that explains why she's crazy. In the movie she had no attachments to anyone until Roland. Maybe if they explained in the movie how she was experimented on it might give us a reason why she's crazy but there was no explanation on how she was treated other than she was locked up. I mean being locked up can drive people crazy but being experimented on is much worse.

Anyway that's my review. I'm glad I went with a friend who offered to pay for my ticket so I didn't waste any of my money. Just because someone doesn't like the movie doesn't mean they're a hater, it just means they have an opinion. I really did want to love it and was hoping it would at least make me laugh like the games do I would've thought was movie was fun but I did not laugh at all. It wasn't enjoyably.

One last thing: the movie should've been rated R!!!!

[thisisnotthenerd]

Neverafter Episode 17 - The Last Wish thoughts & musings

A lot of significant narrative happenings in this one, folks. While we did hit on a few really important conversations between the party and various NPCs, I think this was really Brennan’s way of connecting the dots between many of the separate revelations that have happened throughout the course of the campaign so far.

Knowing that Henry became an adventurer after both Tim and Jack were gone really speaks to the theme of choosing destiny and striving to seek out what you want from your life. While I think it’s sad that the entire family has just been subjected to death and horror at the hands of greater forces, I’m glad that Tim has at least one thing that he isn’t mourning. Also, deeply sad that both Tim’s and Gerard’s spouses found their mutilated dead bodies.

The conversations between the Goose, Rosamund & Ylfa were so good. I admire Siobhan & Emily’s commitment to making sure they examine their pasts and their existing stories as they consider the future. Definitely some personal growth in those conversations.

Pib and Pinocchio’s conversations with Tomas and the Cricket respectively were more aimed towards understanding how to grow from and find out about their stories on a smaller scale. While Pib was figuring out the dimension travel, it still felt more like it was him and the brothers figuring out what happened between their Marienne and this Marienne. In terms of the dimension travel, I think we’re going to maybe get a trickster confrontation, and maybe a confirmation of them as another faction that can be brought to bear against the Stepmother.

Gerard’s convo with Tom Thumb was purely Murph causing chaos, by showing that Gerard has a lot of work to do on himself beyond his relationship with Elody. He’s made progress with the party, but outside of it, hasn’t changed all that much.

I deeply hope that Timothy gets something like a Wish spell from putting the Goose into the book after the final wish was made. The Gander killing the Goose aside, it feels like a similar situation to Ylfa’s relationship with the Big Bad Wolf. The Goose made a sacrifice for Tim to live, just like the Wolf did for Ylfa. Something to contemplate. And Tim has gone ahead with that blessing and tried to protect the party NPCs by booknapping them. I have a feeling that in the end, it’s going to come down to putting the Stepmother into the book and taking everyone else out before they can be devoured.

Since they had mentioned that Elody had had contacted Scheherazade, I really hope that it’s her that had Scheherazade’s book, or maybe Mira. Brennan mentioned rolling high--my guess is that that would determine who they were speaking to. Since they hit a 16, it probably couldn’t be Scheherazade, but could be someone who is more likely to be their ally at the eleventh hour.

The fact that Lou has rolled two incredibly important Nat 20s in the last 2 episodes is so crazy. The Alphonse one was crazy enough; with everything they did to get the Baba Yaga roll to go well, I still can’t believe it. The start of the next episode, at the very least, is going to be insane. Really leaning into the Boy of Destiny thing.

It does feel like we have a much clearer picture than before. We know the Gander was lured intentionally by the placement of the Goose, likely by the Stepmother’s bidding. The Princesses did not stop moving and have found their way to the Lines Between at the very least. It seems that the Stepmother may be targeting both the Auroratory and the Canonade rather than just the Canonade, as the Princesses were wont to do. We still aren’t totally clear on the fairies’ current position, but I think they’re likely to make an appearance in the next episode, as Destiny’s Children parlay with the Baba Yaga, and also maybe confront some fears and the inherent horror of being written as a variation on a multitude of stories. Not to mention the mancala beads. The worst is yet to come indeed.

[the-fiction-witch]

Date

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sexy

Concept Date Night

I rushed around like a chicken with its head cut off making sure everything was as perfect as possible fixing the flowers, fixing the candles, making sure dinner was not gonna burn, making sure the music was at a sensual low that could easily be spoken over, having changed my shirt about six times because I changed my mind on how I looked in the mirror. Scratch that I just caught myself in the mirror by the door and this blue shirt is out because I'm sweating! God fucking damn it I'm bad at this. I threw my shirt into the laundry spraif half a can of deodorant and body spray on myself and grabbed a black shirt when I heard the door.

"Fuck! No no no I'm not ready!" I complained fixing my hair and opening the door but I relaxed "oh thank god. Your a life saver jack" I told him as I quickly ushered him in and he handed over the bag from the shop with the bottle of wine I forgot 

"You okay tom?"

"Yeah. Fine why?" I asked cleaning the bottle and adding it to the table 

"You seem a little… panicked"

"I'm not panicked. I'm just… anxious. I haven't been on a lot of dates since everything and even the fee dates I have been on haven't gone particularly well. And I really like y/n she's cute and she's funny and she's literally like a fantasy come to life. And I'm terrified of fucking something up with her. Especially given this is our tenth date which is the furthest I've gotten with anybody since… everything." I explained and I noticed his face "I'm fine. Really" 

"You say so. Still a lot of work for some girl." He says moving some cutlery on the table 

"She's not some girl." I answered fixing it back "she's y/n." I said "jack… I really really like this girl. And if I fuck it up now I may never forgive myself."

"Fine. But I wanna meet her soon."

"If tonight goes well I promise you'll meet her."

"This hyperfocus doesn't have anything to do with you not getting laid for over a year does it?"

".... It's not helping." I admit "especially given… what we've been texting." I nervously admit 

"Ooooh give me the phone"

"Hell no!" I yelled immediately hiding it

"Thomas I've been your best friend since literal preschool. We were once roommates. I've seen you naked more then I like to admit. I know your a weird pervy little fuck. Now let me read the kinky texts"

"Their not kinky!" I defended "we haven't got that far yet. We're still in flirty. But there uhh may have been suggestions. That we may. Get physical. Tonight. Or at least within the next couple of dates." 

"Alright. Have fun. You know the rules"

"Don't add to the population. Don't subtract from the population. Don't be a cunt."

"Good, and relax a little okay girls smell fear" he laughed before he headed out 

Well that didn't exactly fill me with confidence. I finished up setting up and right on time I heard the door so I went waiting a moment next to the door to check my hair and my shirt and everything. And I opened the door immediately being taken back.

She had these little white wedges sat on the doorstep, flesh toned stockings, a sweet blue and white off the shoulder gingham dress with a wide white belt and her usual silver necklace, her hair perfectly done as was her natural but still very beautiful make up. Her coat over her arm and a glass tray in hand.

"Hi Tommy"

"Hi y/n" I smiled egarly

"I bought brownies" 

"Aww your so sweet we'll have those after dinner" I smiled taking the tray from her happily letting her inside shutting the door up behind us.

I took the brownies to the kitchen fighting my urge to taste them as they smelt so delicious but I lead her to her seat and took her coat doing her a nice glass of wine.

We chatted as we always did had dinner and her sweet brownies as we talked about everything and nothing, I was so happy so smitten across the table from her, until our conversation began to get a little more… interesting talking about maybe going in a trip together, maybe staying over one night at hers and where we potentially saw us going and amazingly she was on the same page as me what and excited to continue seeing each other and eventually got into a little bit of a steamy conversation.

"Thomas, I really think if they're going to start… seeing each other more I really think I should tell you some things"

"Of course, tell me whatever you want to" I told her holding her hand across the table 

"Well, if things are going to be getting more physical I feel it's only best to warn you my tastes… aren't that common" 

"Oh?"

"Some guys don't-"

"Its okay just tell me we can be adults about this"

"Well, I really really like sex"

"Okay?"

"Like almost an unhealthy amount, like my sex drive is higher than a rabbit' 

"Oh"

"And you wanna know one of my favourite things to do?"

"Uhh yeah sure tell me."

"I don't know most guys get out off when I talk about this stuff"

"Ohh well I uhh I'm open minded, whatever it is I'm sure it's not that bad"

"Okay" she blushed "I really love sucking a guys dick"

".... really?" 

"Yeah" she blushed "I don't know why it's just I really really love doing it. It's so fun. I love the action, the sounds guys make. Especially doing it sneaky places."

"... really?"

"Yeah, I hope this doesn't change anything"

"Uuughhh so you're into giving blow jobs?"

"Yeah,"

"Well in sure I could learn to live with that" I smirked 

"Oh and my favourite position ever is reverse cowgirl"

"Ah then we have a happy coincidence" I smirked giving her a kiss "I have no problems with any of that. Frankly I'm confused what man would. But I don't mind." 

"Okay," she smiled giving me another soft kiss "so?" She smirked running her foot up my leg "please?"

"Absolutely!" 

[perfectiondarl1n]

general sfw and nsfw hcs for Julius?

Julius the Dressmaker Sfw hcs:

everything and anything is elegant, from his work to the way he moves, how he speaks, and so forth

loves to dance and sing

either cripplingly shy or beyond outgoing, with no in between

nonverbal at times, it's caused by his mental illness.

he has the softest, fluffiest hair EVER

On lazydays, he wears baggy tee-shirts or hoodies with leggings and put his hair up in a little messy bun. He'll opt for ugg boots those days as well

Hisses at people like a cat when annoyed

Very dramatic, he laughs at himself at times for it

controlling and authoritative but in a calm, collected manner

Doesn't yell very often, even when he's angry

Ridiculously organized

his perfectionism is in part related to OCD

Raspberries are his favorite food

His bed is his safe space

Nsfw below cut

He is an incubus meaning he's very sexual by nature. I hc it would have a notable impact on his life

extremely sensitive body, if it's in the right place, the slightest touch will have him hard in moments

His dick is easily 10 inches and extremely thick (seems to be fanon consensus based on the hcs I've seen 😭)... something inhuman is going on down there too

I hc Julius to be a switch, depending on who he's with

Gets sexually frustrated very easily and he'll be in a bad mood until having release

definitely jacks off far more often than he'd ever admit to

Seems like the type who has tried everything at least once

This man is into BDSM, you cannot change my mind - look at those chains he's got!

has sex at least twice per day

[walshnikki]

kingoftheheels:

This was a partner-ship on every level…or at least, there seemed to be growing feelings between them. At least, far as he could tell. Not that he had made any kind of attempt to cross the line.

He turned his head back, watching and making sure the others had left. Fully. His hands still working against her backside, squeezing and feeling her cheeks. Something he had only dreamed about.

“Staci has the entire trip to use against me,” he said whispering. “All the money, I’ve spent elsewhere. She knows where I stand. I live at the ring.”

He made no attempt to move away from Nikki. Instead, he lowered his head to her neck and began sucking and kissing. Marking her. Letting a bit of his wild side out. He pulled back slightly, meeting her eyes.

He brushed his nose against her’s. His lips ever so close. Yet, not connecting.

“I can help you work the stage. Handle Crystal in the ring. I need you to start acting the part.”

It was a bold move. A risky one of his part. One that he would either regret or succeed at.

“Don’t be afraid. I don’t care if everyone in the studio sees us make out.” He closed his eyes contemplating. “I want you as my partner on every. Single. Level.”

He reached for her hand and embraced it. “If you’ll allow me the honor, my Queen.”

Is mental whiplash a thing? Nikki wondered absently as the moment shifted from professional to the unprofessional. Was this really happening? Now? Here? They’d been dancing around the unspoken draw between them for months now, playing with fire, but never giving in. Why was he choosing now to finally cross that unspoken boundary?

“Staci has the entire trip to use against me,” he said whispering. “All the money, I’ve spent elsewhere. She knows where I stand. I live at the ring.”

“As of this very moment,” Nikki whispered in return, holding on tight to what logic and common sense she could under the onslaught of pure want. “there’s nothing about this trip for her to use. It’s work, allowing you to,” here she struggled to get the words out, “provide for she & Thomas.”

It would be glorious, she knew, if they only dared to take the metaphorical leap; all the heat and desire that had been simmering since that very first meeting would explode. It wouldn’t end there, though. No, she knew that if they started this, there’d be no stopping it. Whatever lay between them was the real deal. God, every cell in her body wanted to just give in to the pull between them.

But she couldn’t be that selfish and that’s exactly what she would be doing if she let herself give in to her own wants. It wasn’t about just her, or Jack, it was about Thomas. She had to think about what was best for the youngest Spade. Yes, Staci had served Jack with divorce papers, but nothing was over until it was legally over. Until then, Thomas deserved a chance for his parents to reconcile, a chance (however small) to have his family reunited without any obstruction. That was the least that Nikki could give the child, isn’t it?

The idea that the little boy would come to hate her for ‘destroying his family,’ at any point in the future was physically painful. He’d earned a place in her heart all his own during her babysitting stints with him while Jack & Staci had attended marriage counseling sessions or gone on date nights, hoping to rekindle what they once had. She couldn’t have him thinking that she’d come between his parents; he’d hate her.

“The divorce, Jack, if we stop right-uh,” the Maryland native groaned as Jack dropped his head to kiss her neck. Oh fuck. Why was he testing her will so? “-right now, we haven’t done anything we cannot undo. We can just pretend none of this happened.”

“I don’t care if everyone in the studio sees us make out.”

“You should care,” Nikki replied, placing her hands upon his broad shoulders. The warmth of golden skin was so appealing. She pushed him back a step, meeting his steel blue eyes dead on so he could see her sincerity, “She could take everything in the divorce if she gets the ammo, Jack, and I don’t want to be that ammo against you. If she took Thomas ‘cause of me…” She shook her head mournfully, “I can’t be the reason that your family crumbles, Jack, I can’t.”

“If you’ll allow me the honor, my Queen.”

“Jack, you’re talking crazy,” she said, a tired smile playing at her lips, “you aren’t even divorced yet.” In spite of her words, her smaller fingers curled into his, “Don’t you want to sow some wild oats or something?”

Shaking her head softly, the younger woman hurried to assure, “I’m not judging. You deserve to have some fun, explore being single again, but I can’t be your rebound. We’re the real thing, and too good together to fuck this up.”

@kingoftheheels

[4-doctor-full-physical]

DOCTOR’S EXAMINATION

It was a Monday afternoon and I had just finished work. I went to the doctors office for a scheduled physical exam. I arrived the doctors office at approximately 5pm. I checked in at the front counter and was told to go upstairs to adult medicine. I did so and waited my turn to see the doctor.

I was called in by a nurse who appeared to be at least in her mid fifties and not attractive in my opinion. I had asked her where nurse Constance is (who I have seen prior for a discreet sexual rendezvous). This older nurse stated that Constance is on vacation today. I was somewhat disappointed as I had hoped I could pick up where I had left off with Constance. At any rate, it wouldn't soon matter. I was taken to the doctors office and told to strip myself completely naked by the time the doctor came in. The nurse walked out and I started taking everything off. There I was with my naked, athletic, caramel colored African American butt sitting on the exam table. Little did I ever expect what would come next.

In walked the doctor. He wasn't my usual doctor. This guy was about 6'0" and about 200lbs, solid muscle mass from the looks of it. He was ambiguous racially but he did have dark hair, dark eyes, and tan colored skin.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Pete" said the doctor.

"Hi, Dr. Pete. Nice to meet you" I stated with a bashful smile. Being naked and vulnerable in front of him made my penis twitch. I was beginning to imagine what it would be like to have him strip down and fuck me right there on the exam table. But I held my composure.

"I see you're here for a physical exam. Well, let's get started" Dr. Pete said enthusiastically. Dr. Pete then took his stethoscope and started listening to my heart and lungs as I breathed deeply in and out. "Everything seems good here" Dr. Pete stated. "Let have you stand up so I can examine you further" he stated. I then stood up. Dr. Pete then took and ungloved hand and started feeling my testicles very gently and slowly. He must have spent 30 seconds caressing each testicle individually. But it felt great.

At this point I felt great sensation in my body and my penis was beginning to grow erect. At this time, the doctor began pressing at my pubic region. Each press sent Shockwaves of pleasure through my pubic area. He then started feeling my penis slowly and gently. I lost it and my penis grew fully erect in his hands.

"I see there is a little excitement. Are you gay or straight?" Dr. Pete asked. I am truly bisexual, but as far as he needed to know I fuck guys and that was all that was important in this moment.

"Well, doctor. Isn't it obvious? I'm definitely gay!" I said while smiling at him. The doctor then looked at me with a relieved look on his face.

"Thank God" he said. "Listen, do you want to spend the rest of your time getting a physical? Or would you rather GET physical?" he asked sheepishly.

"Oh, I most definitely want to GET physical " I proclaimed. He then smiled and began taking off his clothes staring with his lab coat, then moving to his shirt, undershirt, pants, etc. He now was naked with a throbbing erection.

Without a word I got back on the exam table, spread my legs, and said "Give it to me!" The doctor found some lubricant and poured some right on my horny boypussy, as well as some on his manhood. Within seconds he was penetrating my ass hole. it felt SO good! He started fucking it gently and slowly, but kept raising the speed every so often.

He kept pumping away at me like a jack hammer. It felt very good with the exception of one issue. I desperately needed to pee. I had to say something.

"Doctor, I have to pee. Can we wrap this up?" I asked.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of this " Dr. Pete stated.

He then pumped away at my boypussy while pushing down on my bladder. As if he just wanted me to lose control. The urge grew stronger and stronger. Alas, I couldn't take it anymore. My penis exploded with urine EVERYWHERE. On the examine table, on my body, and on his. The fountain of urine spewed for a good 15 or 20 seconds while he kept hitting it. I felt COMPLETELY humiliated and vulnerable. Which also turned me on.

Within seconds I had an orgasm. Cum shot everywhere, with seemingly as much volume as the urine. I was now completely spent.

"Ok. We're at the end of our time. Please clean up and you're free to leave whenever" Dr. Pete said while pulling out of my ass. He gave my bootie two hard slaps and was off the table putting. He began putting back on his clothes. Before long he walked out of the room talking about how he was late to his next appointment. I still lie there in all of my own fluids ruminating on how sexy and vulnerable this all felt.

[simptasia]

I know you ship them (I think), and I've filled your inbox with them but I'd love to hear your thoughts on Desmond x Charlie. I know that's kind of vague, but anything really any hcs and you know porn hcs, your perfect dynamic for them

i love charlie/desmond but my brain trips over it a bit, because as much as possible in The Version Of LOST In My Head, i do try to have it work with canon. like not contradict anything

as such, charlie/des is a lovely thought aesthetically, emotionally, sexually... however i know it could've never happened on island because des would never ever ever cheat on penny

same applies to charlie/des/claire

i think these dynamics absolutely would work and would be lovely but des has utter loyalty to penny. yes, i'm all about that poly shipping but penny isn't There to tell des "yes, fuck the little manc and that aussie girl too, i'm cool with it"

so for charlie/des to work, and i mean Work, it's gotta be a post-island charlie lives au thing. which is great! (one even adds penny in that situation) but i do also like the idea of charlie/des on the island. it's appealing to look at. that and it's enjoyable to add in desmond's season 3 Haunted By Tragic Visions thing

another possibility is for charlie to manage charming des into it... but that seems disrespectful. charlie is pro des/penny. but charlie also is far from perfect. i'm overthinking all of this, as is my way

i do try to keep everything as in character as possible

there is a line of thought i toy with where des could be convinced to think, ya know, penny wouldn't mind if you moved on, des. she's probably moved on. like, des is insecure and severely touch starved, that could work

i'm not one of those "grrr girl is getting in the way of my slash ship!" kinda people, i promise. i'm just rolling thoughts in my fingers here

following this line of thought, des/charlie would have to start off at least a little angsty. two sad people reaching out for each other and pushing bad thoughts away with carnal pleasure

whatever happens, des did Not start this jfskjhfs. no matter what i do with this ship, either taking it Canon Compliant Seriously or just flippant Fucky Sexy Fun Times, charlie is the instigator

anyways putting all that aside, here are some charlie/des thoughts

an idea i love and i wanna see in fanfic is des finding out he's gonna be with charlie, because of a vision. it's kinda funny (that the universe would care) and it could be a way, a weird fucked up way, to get them together despite the issues i mentioned earlier. i think it'd be a good jumping off point for like angst and pining

that thing i've said, "the only way to shut charlie up in bed is to keep his mouth occupied", that started because of charlie/des. i imagined them making out, hands all over each other, and charlie Will Not Shut Up, i imagine he's super talkative in bed. people who care little about charlie have been pissed off by it. and like, des is into charlie but its actually getting annoying. des doesn't tell charlie to shut up but he does lead the situation to charlie blowing him, and my brain narrator supplies the quote, pretty much

catholic4catholic. this is honestly one of my favourite aspects about this dynamic, the fact that they're both Very catholic. not enough to be losers about it, duh, but enough to have some hang ups. especially charlie

height difference. despite it only being a 3 inch difference, the different in face shapes, body types, body languages and attitudes makes it feel like des is like a clear foot bigger than charlie. des could also overpower charlie very easily if he wanted to. in a sexy way, not a violence way. (tho, sexy violence?) charlie would fold like lawn furniture under des. (honestly the size difference thing is also a major reason i started shipping jack/charlie and sawyer/charlie too. sometimes something just fucking looks good)

"des: i've never been with a man before" "charlie, has a pussy: it's alright, i have a feeling you'll know what to do". jokes aside, normally charlie is way more afraid of guys finding out (because of. violence) but he doesn't get that vibe off des, so he's strangely giddy at having a surprise for him?? like, ta-da, Extra Hole. this is a thing i've decided for charlie, where he almost never tells people he's trans before intimacy. pretty much because he's impulsive and thinks with his blood well before his brain. so, obviously, des is surprised. who wouldn't be at least surprised

i was thinking about what their dynamic would be like. basically take what's presented in the show, add sex of course. but also i suppose they'd just be closer, like be affectionate. in little ways, like des putting his hand on the small of charlie's back, charlie fiddling with one of des' shirt buttons, either one of them pushing a stray bit of hair out of the other's faces. liberal use of the pet name "love". and that thing in des/charlie fanfic where charlie calls des "dessie" a lot? love that, absolutely for that. they're not doing full on PDA on the beach because 2004 was a nightmare but there's a noticeable closeness and warmth ("jack, a month late: are they gay...?" "kate: jack, you're gay")

as for social dynamics? let's lookit the characters here and see what'd factor into a relationship. they're both very protective people with an aching desire to Take Care of a loved one. they'd both have varying levels of catholic guilt (yummy). and they're both deeply insecure in a "i'm not good enough for anybody ever". so we got a couple of very loyal boys full of powder kegs of angst waiting to blow up at any moment. on a lighter note, these two would have arguments over who pays for dinner at restaurants. they both grew up poor and this manifests in them not liking to rely on other people. I'll Take Care Of You. No, I'll Take Care Of You (boys, boys please... you have a sugar mama who is rolling her eyes). but yeah they have a decent amount in common while still being very different people, so it's interesting to think about that

des doesn't like charlie's music. he will never like charlie's music. it's best not to discuss it as criticism feels like a stab wound to charlie

charlie: [wearing a plaid miniskirt] how do i look?

des: gorgeous, brutha, but that still isn't a kilt

charlie: [big faux-innocent eyes] it isn't? but im wearing it in the... traditional way

des: wh- [realises what charlie means] [404 error, Desmond Hume.exe is not responding]

charlie: you can check me for authenticity if you like, brutha

yes, boys, make your ancestors scream out in horror

[ladynightshadc]

Introducing Saaliha Finkelstein . . . Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas

GENERAL

full name:  saaliha finkelstein.

nicknames:  sally, saal.

age: twenty-five.

gender:  cis female.

species:  human.

orientation:  demisexual, panromantic.

date of birth:  february 23.

place of birth:  evermore (supposedly).

occupation:  pharmacist.

FAMILY

parents:  dr. albert finkelstein (alleged father), geeta singh † (mother).

sibilings:  none.

PHYSIQUE

faceclaim:  amita suman.

eye color: brown.

hair color:  dark brown.

height: 5′7"

MUSE INSPIRATION

luna lovegood — harry potter.

sarah bailey — the craft.

bonnie bennett — the vampire diaries.

wanda maximoff — marvel.

chloe sherman — run.

willow rosenberg — buffy the vampire slayer.

morticia addams — the addams family.

CHARACTERIZATION

Saaliha is an odd woman, but that's nothing new. She grew up watching the world through windows — more of a ghost than a girl some days. Her father was a paranoid man who'd lost his wife and was dead-set on ensuring the same would never happen to his only daughter. He kept her trapped in his home for twenty years, only letting her ever go as far as the garden on special occasions. Such a strange upbringing left Saaliha torn between feeling like a homebody and longing to escape. The scars that litter her body are reminders of how dangerous it can be when she asks for too much, acting upon reckless desires, but she does her best to cover them up and ignore them. Now that she's gotten a taste of true freedom, she'll never go back.

HEADCANONS

Growing up in such an isolated setting meant that Saaliha's social skills were lacking, to say the least. The few opportunities she had to interact with other children her age, she found herself unable to connect. There was little overlap in her life and their's that she could relate to. Since her escape she's gotten plenty of experience socializing, though there are still some little quirks she can't quite rid herself of.

All of her clothes are either thrifted or pieces she made herself - the latter are usually easy to pick out from the rest for their distinctive patchwork. Growing up, her father only got her new clothing once she'd outgrown the old, so she was forced to sew her own garments if she wanted anything but the drab things he brought home. All she could get her hands on were scraps of fabric from around the house (old curtains and tablecloths, spare bedsheets he wouldn't miss, etc.), but she made it work. What started as a childhood necessity quickly turned into a hobby she genuinely loved. Making her own clothing in a house where everything, even Saaliha herself, belonged to her father, wearing something not given by him felt like a small freedom. A much needed sense of ownership.

She can cook well and often ends up preparing meals for Jack (he can get so focused on his work he forgets to eat if she doesn't remind him!), but prefers baking. It's not uncommon to walk into the kitchen and see a tray of freshly made cookies or muffins. Autumnal flavors/spices are her favorite.

Dr. Finkelstein told her that her mother was a witch, but Saaliha doesn't seem to have inherited any of her power. She does, however, practice what she calls "simple magic." Small-scale practices that many humans partake in such as reading tarot cards and tea leaves or charging crystals under a full moon. The classification of Wiccan would likely fit her best.

When she began looking for a job years ago, her first thought was to do something related to fashion since she'd been making her own clothes for so long. However, it's something very personal to her and she realized that working as a seamstress for others wouldn't feel the same. Getting into the medical field was the next logical solution, since her father had instilled an extensive knowledge of medicine in her. Sometimes she fears that going down this path could lead to her ending up like him, but she genuinely likes what she does. Jack may or may not have helped fudge her resume a bit.

[bprdmyers]

@thenightmareofyourdrems​ (jack) asked: “you’re okay! i thought you were… oh, come here!” as part of the meme: send in “ you’re okay! i thought you were… oh, come here! ” for the sender to embrace the receiver out of sheer relief, after initially believing that they had died in a dangerous incident that has just happened.  

he wasn’t supposed to be there. a civilian caught up in a mission. but they’d been together when she’d gotten the call about an incident happening and it’d been so close to where they were. it’d take other agents longer to get there than if she’d gone in and at least assessed the situation herself. she hadn’t been armed with her weapon at the time but it wasn’t as if she didn’t have another weapon in her arsenal, her powers. usually missions involved multiple agents, teams and coordination. resources. she should have waited for backup, met agents at the scene and gone from there. she should have told jack to just go back to his apartment and she’d contact him later. there was no reason for her to have refrained from telling him she was being called into work but what she should have refrained from telling him was that the incident happening was close by. he didn’t need the details and she didn’t like the way his facial expression shifted into an argument before she’d even had a chance to tell him he wasn’t coming with her. it was out of the question. perhaps they’d met during a mission but he wasn’t an agent. there would be no tagging along on a mission with her and putting himself into danger. 

except, not even ten minutes later, that’s where he is, her not having had the time to argue with him even though it had been clear she’d expressed clear annoyance with his stubbornness. she hadn’t actively brought him with her, that’s to be clear. he had still followed along of his own accord. she’d told him to at least wait outside and yet come inside of the warehouse that workers had seemed to run out of in confusion and fear he had just in time to see a cabinet get hit by some kind of tail through a wall, plaster blowing into the air. she’d engaged with the creature using her powers against it, trying to subdue it, stop it. she had no idea how far out agents were but she knew it’d take time to mobilize. she’s very nearly brought down by the creature’s tail before jack pulls her out of the way at the last moment, saving her from what would likely have been a devastating injury. there hadn’t been time to really thank him, the creature takes off through a corridor and they follow until it’s busted through doors and into another building, leaving destruction the bprd is going to have to come up with a cover story for. 

another warehouse and georgie still hadn’t known what the creature was, hadn’t recognized from the various texts she’s read over the years. she uses her powers to move large objects in it’s path, diverting it from slamming into a group of frightened people. she tells them to run, to get out and they don’t have to be asked twice. there was going to be nda forms in their future, she’s sure. finally she tries to use her power on the creature itself again and it proves to be resistant to it, pushing against her invisible force. it rounds on them, charges and everything happens so quickly that it’s hard to sort out. she realizes, at the last moment, her power shield isn’t going to hold and so she instead redirects her power away from that and uses it to throw jack backward, forcing him to slide across the floor of the warehouse and out of harms way. she’s moving through the air a second later, hit with immense force and slamming against the wall, seemingly crushed by the creature that’s trying to break through the wall with her in the middle. it breaks through and she falls to the floor and it’s only through the grace of her powers having shielded her body that she’s not worse off than having blood drip from her nose and a gash on the side of her face and what would likely be burses in the morning littering across her body. but she’s alive, she’s not crushed to death. 

it’s a moment later, as georgie’s trying to regain her balance, adrenaline still present and masking some of the pain her body’s feeling that she’s suddenly stumbling backward with the force of someone crashing into her and embracing her. it takes her a moment to compute what’s happening but when she does her arms come up to wrap around his neck and head tucked into his shoulder. there shouldn’t be time for this but she’s also fairly certain that this threat isn’t something she’s going to be able to stop on her own and going after it is only going get her killed. this was going to require a field team that would get there at some point in the near future. they’d be the ones to have to pursue it. she just had to pull out her phone and communicate it’s new location, or at least it’s direction of travel, not that they wouldn’t be able to follow it’s trail of destruction once they got on scene. “hey-- it’s fine. i hurt like hell but i’m okay.” she squirms a little, pulling out of his embrace to grab her phone. except, it’s with the twisting motion of going for her hopefully not broken from in her pocket that finds her face contorting into a confused, then alarmed expression. her midsection feels wet and there’s a pain that’s growing in it that she hadn’t quite been aware of in the heat of the moment. her eyes move from his to look down at her shirt and she’s noticing that she’s starting to feel slightly light-headed as she sees a shirt that’s starting to saturate with blood. the spikes. her powers must not have protected her from everything, certainly not one of the creature’s spikes when it’d impacted with her. “shit.” and then, then she’s starting to drop to the floor. 

[mad-hunts]

the relationship that jack had forged with his father was different than the others in ways he couldn't explain. for example, in comparison to matilda whom always seemed to be hyperaware of where her and barton stood, jack felt like he never quite knew where he quote unquote 'was' with his own caretaker — leading to these issues he had with attachment that a therapist long ago once told him were likely due to the fact he grew up in such an unstable environment.

but flying the coop, though it sometimes seemed appealing, was not something jack felt like he could do. because despite everything that barton had put him and their family through, jack felt this strong sense of loyalty to the rest of his siblings as well as to his father. and its not like he had a stable job at the moment; he was trying to secure a spot with a ballet company, after all, which was his true dream. but jack was working part-time as a lifeguard in between all of his classes and ballet related events.

which actually wasn't that bad of a job all things considered. it reminded him at first of how, after julien had died, he'd been afraid of the ocean for several years however. it was like jack's heart was on overdrive even around small bodies of water back then. so developing the strength to overcome this fear was probably the best thing for jack. and considering what had happened to gotham in recent events (with the riddler flooding the city), it made him think about how lucky he was to have done so before that all occurred.

i mean, could you imagine what it would've been like if jack still had thalassophobia with the flood suddenly hitting gotham like it did? lets just say, jack was grateful that jervis filled up some of the silence in the room right after he was burdened with that train of thought. a lopsided smile spread across his lips at jervis's approving comments about colin. jack had actually been keeping the fact he had a boyfriend a secret from his father, for fear that barton would take one look at colin and tell him 'no.'

therefore, it felt good to hear that from someone. the only thing he uttered was a soft 'yeah' in response to that as his eyes darted to jervis's moving hand, ❝ okay. do you like your eggs scrambled, or sunny-side up? and do you want just butter on the bread or is strawberry jam also good with you? ❞ that, as far as he could remember, was the only type they had in the fridge. jack kept his gaze on the cards as jervis spoke now, but let him know he was listening by nodding to what the other was saying.

❝ well, i'd definitely say it's a process. but you know what's funny? i don't know if you believe in any sort of afterlife but... ❞ and that was where barton had cut in, standing at the doorway as if he was waiting to be invited in like a vampire. and trust me when i say the doctor knew that jervis was probably not thrilled to see him. for, not even barton's own son looked to be eager to see him, but maybe that was just because jack knew the two held a general distaste for one another? barton didn't know but he waited in silence in any case for the farceur to leave the room with the medicine he'd given jervis.

he stepped in then only to reveal that, although he wasn't in dire straits anymore, he was still hooked up to an IV on a pole: which was a humble reminder to barton that his degree of brain swelling couldn't go away on its own. though, he wished it could. the expression on his face when jervis spoke to him said all that needed to be said: barton didn't believe for a second that the other meant that. ❝ no, you want to see me burn in hell, don't you? the least you can do is be honest about it. ❞

he stated this in a very 'matter-of-fact' tone, as if the thought of someone hating him that much didn't affect him. an incredulous chuckle left barton's mouth afterward, though, and that wasn't nothing. he slowly but surely used that IV pole as leverage to drag himself over to the cabinet next to jervis's bedside. opening the bottom drawer revealed old clothes of barton's within it, ❝ ravi, the man you met down at the bistro we went to earlier today? he called me, and he immediately asked me if i was in some form of trouble. because ravi told me he had to lie to the cops about us being at the bistro. ❞

barton pulled out a clean shirt to replace his dirty and bloodied one with before turning to face jervis, ❝ and i thought we were in enough trouble already, but marty, the guy i killed was apparently the son of a police captain. meaning those pigs in the GCPD might not actually stop until they find us. so i might need your help with creating a very... elaborate plan to kill him. ❞

Poor Jack's anxiety was written all over his face and body language. Despite his efforts to appear calm and reassuring, Jervis could sense the strain beneath the surface. Though he disliked Barton, he couldn't bring himself to be indifferent. It wasn’t in his nature to ignore someone else's pain, and the last four hours must have been brutal for the Mathis siblings.

A part of Jervis was still ashamed that he had even lost consciousness under the physical and mental strain, sinking into the depths of his mind like something swept away by the Lethe’s currents—except, unlike the myth, Jervis couldn’t forget. His past, fractured as it was, stayed with him. And as much as his memories pained him, Jervis refused to let them go. Forgetting Alice and Sylvie would be like losing them all over again. That was unbearable.

A shiver ran down his spine at the thought, and his hand instinctively reached for the chain beneath his collar, rolling his and Sylvie’s wedding rings like rings on an astrolabe.

He wasn't a fool. Jervis knew this was a difficult situation they had dragged Jack and Matilda into, and he felt sorry for both. But his empathy ran deepest for Jack. He didn’t know the young man well, but there was an unmistakable connection—a shared understanding, almost like neurons firing in unison. What had Sylvie once told him? Something about fungal hyphae—that they could sense their environment, responding to the slightest change. They weren’t like staid, immobile plants, she had said. Hyphae were dynamic, constantly adapting to their surroundings.

Even all these years, Jervis could still hear her voice, vividly recall the way her eyes lit up when she spoke of such things. "They feel their way through the world," she'd explained, with that endearing mixture of fascination and tenderness he had grown to love so well. "They detect ridges and surfaces, change their shape to fit. They know how to survive, how to grow, even in the strangest conditions."

It had stuck with him, the way she saw life in things most people overlooked. Jervis laid there, nodding faintly as Jack's voice washed over him; the parallel trains of thought made him pause. Maybe grief was like that too—constantly adapting, reshaping itself to fit the cracks in your soul.

Jervis’ hand loosened on the chain as he looked over at Jack, the faint clink of the rings barely audible as they slid along the silver links. He nodded slowly, his gaze dropping briefly. "Yeah... She was everything," he said quietly, almost to himself. His voice wavered, caught between the here and now and somewhere else entirely; hoarse but steadying. "Accepted every part of me, even the worst parts." His fingers tightened again, this time more gently, as if grounding himself.

Behind Jack, Sylvie was seated on the floor, legs folded casually beneath her. She tilted her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You always were too hard on yourself," she murmured, her tone light.

Jervis' breath hitched, his eyes briefly closing before refocusing on Jack. "You and Colin—he sounds good for you. Someone who keeps you on your toes, makes life richer." He paused, blinking slowly as though waking from a dream. "That’s… important."

Sylvie stood now, a faint shimmer at the edge of his vision, her fingers brushing lightly against his arm as she passed. "I’m still here, you know." Her voice was soft, steady. "You called me."

Jervis swallowed hard, his hand instinctively reaching for the space where her touch lingered before dropping back to his side on the mattress. "Breakfast for dinner sounds good," he said, almost absently, a quiet smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I think… I’d like that."

His eyes flicked once more to where Sylvie had been; gone without a trace, but the weight of her presence still lingered like a hint of smoke drifting in the breeze.

"You know…" Jervis started again, the words coming slowly as he glanced back at Jack while he began sifting through the tarot cards. "It's strange. Sometimes you think you’re done… that you’ve made your peace, and then the grief sneaks back up on you. Makes you feel like you’re right back where you started... it's almost enough to drive anyone mad... but it's a process, right?"

The moment shattered with a soft clearing of a throat from the doorway. Jervis tensed, every muscle recoiling. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Oh, bloody hell… this bloke, again?

It took everything in him not to snap at Barton to piss off. Irritation surged through his chest, white-hot, but exhaustion won out. He almost couldn’t bring himself to react, in all honesty, the weariness in his bones outweighing the anger... You’re like a damn cockroach… he thought, half-bitter, half-bemused. Terribly rude of you to interrupt.

"Hey, citrouille," Barton said casually to Jack. "Mind stepping out for a minute? I need to talk to Jervis."

Jack hesitated, glancing between his father and Jervis, but eventually rose. Barton patted him on the shoulder, tone light, as if unaware—or possibly indifferent—to the tension in the air.

As Jack left, Barton held up his phone, waving it in front of Jervis. "I just got an interesting phone call I thought you might want to hear about."

Jervis exhaled, met Barton’s gaze. It took every ounce of flagging willpower not to tell him exactly where he could stick his ‘interesting’ call. Sylvie’s presence slipped further from his mind, swallowed by the suffocating weight of Barton’s intrusion.

He forced a tired smile, his voice flat. "Glad to see you back on your feet," he finally muttered. "At least one of us is standing upright."

[rebelthree]

@assemb1e​​ for hotch

it’d made sense, in the grand scheme of things, for governments to begin cooperating in order to manage the occurrence of anomalies-- in the least, north american ones with britian. after all there was a greater surge in the population of anomalies between them. not that the portals failed to occur in other locations. (hadn’t danny’s brother gone through one to the russian past and killed multiple people? not to mention the convergence.) it was merely less frequent. jess is sure there’s some scientific reason, perhaps having to do with magnetic fields or something of the like-- she’s fairly certain if she questioned connor he’d have working theories. frankly, it’d been a wonder how their governments waited this long to work together. surely everything that’d transpired in vancouver could have been handled better if only there had been cooperation and sharing of information. of course, connor had tried, he’d gone there twice, his efforts helping to bridge the gap even if project magnet made things more complicated than they needed to be when it came to canada. that was neither here nor there however. jess’s core concern was the formation of an american anomaly research centre. 

it had been the most practical course of action, to have her and connor along with a few other personnel temporarily relocate for a few months. lester hadn’t been thrilled with her leaving temporarily, citing that he’d have to deal with a less qualified field coordinator; connor hadn’t been thrilled to be parted from abby either. and jess, well, what she’d left behind was.. a maybe that’d never really come to fruition in the six years she’d been with the arc now. so perhaps some time away could do her some good. between the two of them and their team they held the adequate knowledge to aid in the set up and training of personnel who’d be thrust into a world that seemed impossible unless you lived it. there had been hiccups. many of them and their field coordinator candidates had left something to be desired but operations had been functional for the last few weeks. anomalies had opened and been closed. dinosaurs managed.

it had all been well and good until they’d discovered an anomaly that had been failed to be detected by their new add and a dinosaur having been on the loose for four weeks. jess would have to do a deep dive into the computer system to sort the detection issue out. the loose dinosaur and the death that it had left within it’s wake? that was more difficult. the dinosaur remained at large though the arc had intercepted reports of sightings and sent teams in search of it citing military exercises in the area. the bodies, however, had caught the attention of local authorities who had requested the aid of the american feds before the arc had been able to intervene, resulting in, according to reports she’s been privy to, talk of a serial killer in the area. it’s all very reminiscent of the old article records she’d uncovered surrounding emily’s original time when the same had occurred. the killings, though she disliked thinking about them-- it being all too close to the memory of the girl in the school-- appeared to hold hallmarks that spawned talk of a jack-the-ripper type offender. the issue was an arc team couldn’t go into the fbi field office and announce to some behavior unit that the killer they were tracking was actually a dinosaur and so it had been determined by those much higher up than her that the team lead would be granted clearance to be informed so that when the investigation was shut down he could aid in preventing further questions being asked. that’s the plan anyway.

it was her job, today, to greet him at the arc when he was brought there and explain. if you asked her, there were people better suited to the latter. giving a tour and fielding a few questions was well within her wheelhouse, and sure she also had coordinated efforts thus far and as such could inform him about what they were doing to stop the killings but she rather thought it was someone with much more experience dealing with the inter-workings of government agencies passing the task off of talking to the agent to her. then again, jess was a much better candidate for this than connor would be. in any case, she’s waiting at the elevator when the dark-haired man is brought in, next to no real information given to him except for the fact that someone with a higher security clearance than him had arraigned for him to be brought there and that it pertained to his team’s current case. he was in for a rather interesting awakening. a breath is taken, a smile upon her face, a colorful outfit worn, and british accent voiced as she steps forward and offers him her hand to shake. “i’m jess parker. welcome to the anomaly research centre.” 

[sejanusbaby]

Edward Nashton NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I AM ALSO THIRSTY FOR HIMMMMMMM

Warnings: Sexual content (18+, minors dni)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

little baby is new to this kind of stuff, so he’s not totally sure about aftercare yet. however, he will at least help clean you up and hold you, until he gets into the groove of things.

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

he doesn’t really have a favorite part of himself. he struggles a lot with his self image. when you come along, though, he’ll definitely start to feel more confident.

his favorite part of your body is probably your boobs. let’s be honest, he’s definitely a titty man. whether it’s holding them, sucking on them, or watching them move each time he fucks you. he loves them.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

edward is definitely open to the idea of a child eventually, but not anytime soon. he has far too much work to do. gotham needs fixing before he could think about bringing a baby into it. he’ll most likely only ever feel comfortable cumming in you if he has a condom on/you’re on birth control. otherwise, like i said, he’s a titty man. he’ll definitely just paint your chest with his cum.

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

he very low-key wants to live stream you while he fucks you.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

edward is totally a virgin. as a kid, he was constantly teased and now as an adult, he never actively seemed out anyone. when he found you, you gave him his first experience in everything.

he’s definitely a little clumsy with all of it at first, but he’s a quick learner. ;)

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves it when you ride him. he can grab your hips and your breasts, and look up at you. you’d look so pretty riding him like that.

he also loves doggy, probably in front of a mirror. he likes to see your face while he ruins you.

“look at yourself, baby. you’re falling apart for me.”

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s definitely a serious guy. he wants to make sure every single time is perfect for you. i don’t see him as being very goofy. when he doesn’t want to just fuck the shit out of you, he likes to take his time with it, and be gentle with you.

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

edward definitely does not really care about what goes on down there. he’ll definitely trim it up for you, so it’s neat, but he doesn’t have the time or energy to want to shave it all off.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s very emotional, i’d say. he likes to hold you close while he makes love to you. his face buried in your neck, while he thrust into you, whining, telling you how good you make him feel.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

all. the. time. sometimes, you get busy doing your own work. so, when edward is home alone, horny, and you won’t be home for a few hours? you can guarantee he’ll touch himself.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

this goes without saying, but he likes to fuck you dressed completely as riddler. having you all vulnerable underneath him, while he’s inside of you. it’s his favorite thing.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

definitely in the comfort of your own apartment, or his. though the idea of being caught is appealing to him, you’re only his and he wants that moment for the two of you.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

call him “sir” or “riddler” and he’ll come apart for you.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

though i 100% believe this man probably has a pain kink, he wouldn’t do anything to you that would cause significant harm.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s a little greedy, so he prefers receiving. he can’t help it that you’re just so good at it.

as far as giving, he’ll do it for you any time you want. he’s pretty good at it too, for never having done it before.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s definitely a fast and rough kind of guy, i think. though he loves taking his time with you, as soon as he’s inside of you, he pretty much loses control of himself.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

expect a lot of quickies, especially given both of your busy schedules. as a full time student in gotham, most days and nights are spent working on homework and studying. edward is definitely a busy man, himself. sometimes, you have to fit it in when you can. ;)

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he would love to experiment with duct tape and some rope. to see you all pretty and tied up, begging for him to do something.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go for one round at a time, maybe two depending on the way. each round probably being around 30 minutes or so.

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

edward definitely invests in a vibrator for you, and he used the fuck out of it.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

like i’ve said, because he’s new at this, i don’t know how familiar he’d be with teasing. he definitely likes to work you up sometimes, but 9 times out of 10, it’s you doing the teasing.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he is louuuuuud. lots of whimpers, whines, and begging. when he’s in charge though, expect a lot of dirty talk and praising. he loves you more anything, so expect him to tell you how good you are for him.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he definitely uses your panties when he touches himself.

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

he’s more on the average side, about 6 inches and a little girthy. it’s more than enough to satisfy you, though. ;)

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive is pretty high, i’d say. he’s gone years without anyone paying attention to him. so, when he finally has this beautiful woman in front of him, he doesn’t know how to act.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he falls asleep very quickly afterwards. all he needs is to pull you close, feel your warmth, and he’s clocked out for the night.