#i don't want the playboy brother to end up with her though not with his gold digger tendencies

[quinnylouhughesx43]

Believe in Me — jh86

summary: in which the summer following Jack’s rookie year is coming to an end. Not only did his rookie year come with being shafted by the league as the biggest bust, but he managed to get painted as the biggest (and newest) playboy of the league. His personal management team, the team’s management, and PR step in to clear this all up, but it takes work from Jack.

warnings/points of importance: use of y/n, fem!reader x jack, use of nicknames for female character and for Jack, fake dating trope, oblivious pining trope(?), childhood friends, minor usage of foul language, creation of side original characters for plot, time jumps, memories inserted - tumblr’s intention and italics used to notate, inner thoughts marked with ‘..’ and italicized if they occur

word count: 4.32

notes: any names used for original characters that relate to someone’s name or closely relate to a person’s name is purely by happenstance. The names were rolled by random from a generator where I inserted random first and last names.

© property of quinnylouhughesx43 ; do not copy and re-upload as your own - anywhere. do not place my work inside AI codes, do not translate.

Y/n sat cross-legged on the worn wooden planks of the back porch swing, her eyes following the lazy dance of the sunset as it descended behind the distant tree line. Her childhood home had changed so little over the years, the same comforting embrace of familiarity wrapped around her like a warm blanket on a chilly evening. The porch swing squeaked in a soothing rhythm as both her and Jack slowly swung, a nostalgic tune that had serenaded countless summer nights spent sharing secrets and laughter with Jack. The only other kid who had been in her grade when she moved in, well really one of the only other neighborhood children. The other two children in the neighborhood were his brothers. All three of which had become as much a part of her life as the very foundation of the house she grew up in.

She had spent all day out with his family by the pool, her mother insisted he come to their house for dinner though. Nothing to offer course for their life, well a year ago it wouldn’t have been.

"Do you want to talk about your new headline?" Y/n tried to hold back the hint of amusement in her tone but failed miserably. Jack's rookie season had just come to an end before the beginning of summer. In just a few months he had gone from the talk of the league as the number one draft pick to talk of the league as a "bust."

He was nothing close to a bust. It was just how the year fell.

Jack leaned back in the swing, the sun's final strokes of light for the day painting his cheekbones. He sighed; a heavy exhale filled with the weight of the rumors that had been following him like a dark shadow. "It's just how it's going to be now. You know how it is with the media. They're desperate to find a new angle to keep me going." There were a few moments of silence shared between them before he found the words to continue. "First, it's all about my game, how I'm not scoring enough or I'm not this hotshot star that every analyst built me up to be. Season ends and it's about my supposed love life." His voice was a mix of annoyance and defeat. He was used to being the center of attention, truthfully he strived to be in the center of attention. He just wasn't used to it always being negative attention.

"To be it all, I have this video chat meeting with public relations, franchise management, and my management team about some idea they have come up with to help bring attention away from everything." Jack groaned. "We have three days left of the summer before we drive back to Jersey, I don't want to spend one of them in meetings."

Y/n nodded sympathetically, placing a comforting hand on his forearm and leaning herself over on him. "It's okay, bubs. Maybe it's nothing too serious." But she could tell from the furrow in his brow, the way his jaw clenched and the tension in his voice that he was already aware of what they had come up with. Or at least he had an idea. She didn't dare pry, they may be best friends, but Jack was clearly not ready to share his thoughts. "And... If it is serious I will be in Jersey this season to help you through it."

Jack gave her a grateful smile before standing up from the porch swing, stretching his arms out wide. "Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't worry about it tonight." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, a gesture that was as commonplace as breathing between the two of them. "Thanks for the pep talk, toots." He said, using the childhood nickname that never failed to make her smile despite the circumstances. "I should head back down the street to my parent's place. It's getting late."

As he turned to leave, the rising moon cast a cool glow over the yard, highlighting the tall blades of grass that danced with the intermittent breeze. Y/n watched him go, her mind racing with the implications of what might happen at that during his meeting tomorrow. Would they really suggest something so ridiculous? And if they did, how would Jack handle it?

Jack's footsteps grew fainter until they were swallowed by the night. The house, once alive with the echoes of their laughter, now felt eerily quiet. Y/n remained seated out on the swing, her thoughts spiraling into a whirlwind of doubt and concern. She knew Jack was strong, capable of taking on any challenge thrown his way, but the thought of him being manipulated into some scheme to save the face of the Devils franchise made her sick. Then she thought, what if they didn't call a meeting to manipulate him into anything? What if it's simply to offer suggestions on what he can do differently going forward?

Y/n eventually shut that portion of her brain off and headed inside herself. A long hot shower and her bed was calling her name.

The next day Jack sat in his father's home office, the room smelling faintly of cologne and leather, waiting for the others to join the video call. The space was a testament to his father's success, filled with trophies and framed newspaper articles from his own days as a star player and coach. It was both inspiring and daunting, a constant reminder of the legacy he and his brothers were trying to live up to. The computer screen flickered to life, displaying a Zoom call with a row of faces, some familiar, some not. His management team, PR reps, and a couple of team officials stared back at him, all expectant and poised.

Jack leaned back in the chair, his casual attire feeling woefully inadequate among the suits and professional backgrounds of his callers. He had taken his mother's advice and dressed comfortably, but now he wished he had at least put on a button-up shirt. He glanced down at his New Jersey Devils t-shirt, the logo stretched slightly across his chest. It was a fan favorite, one that had been thrown at him in excitement by a young fan at a game. It felt like a piece of armor, a symbol of his pride and commitment to the team, but today it just made him feel like he was the kid, and he was playing dress-up in his dad's old gear.

The meeting began with a round of forced smiles and awkward greetings. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/n's words from the night before echoed in his mind, a comforting whisper amidst the storm of uncertainty. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for whoever their absurd suggestion be his girlfriend when they had conjured up the fake relationship idea to "fix" his image.

"Jack, before we start, do you remember the guidelines I told you for this relationship or should we go over them again with everyone here?" The voice was cold and calculated, belonging to one of the stern-faced PR reps. Her eyes bore into him through the screen, demanding his full attention.

Jack's stomach lurched. He had hoped they would just come right out with what was new, news. "I think everyone is aware of what we're trying to achieve here, but please go ahead," he said, trying to keep the sarcasm at bay.

The stern-faced public relations rep, Ms. Castellanos, nodded curtly. "Good. So, the first guideline is that you two must be seen together at least three times a week. This includes public appearances such as dates, her being seen attending your games, and even casual outings like grocery shopping or walking the dog. That is if you or her have one."

Jack's eyes widened slightly, glancing down at his half empty coffee mug. He didn't have a dog, but he still didn't know who this girl they paired him up with was. Plus, he didn't know if Y/n had picked up any new hobbies involving pets in her last year of college. It was never mentioned during their weekly calls or on visits. It would be important to know that since she’s going to be living with him.

"Jack, are you listening?" The voice brought him back to the present, the sternness of Ms. Castellanos' tone was unmistakable.

Jack swallowed down the anxiety that was bubbling up inside him and nodded in acknowledgement.

Ms. Castellanos continued, "Guideline two, and perhaps the most important one, is that the relationship must appear genuine. You must exhibit believable public affection and body language. This means holding hands, occasional kisses on the cheek, maybe a few on the lips if the situation calls for it. As for body language," the stone-cold lady stopped speaking, watching Jack carefully once more. "You're both young, attractive, and in the public eye. If you lean into each other, have your arms around each other's waist, or even occasionally rest your head on her shoulder, it'll look natural and convincing. The media will eat it up, and your image will be transformed from a lonely heartthrob to a lovestruck boyfriend in no time."

Jack felt his cheeks flush slightly, the thought of faking intimacy with someone he'd never met before was nerve-wracking, to say the least. He took another sip of his now lukewarm coffee, trying to imagine how awkward the first kiss would be. He had never been one for faking emotions, especially something as intimate as love.

Ms. Castellanos continued, her voice unforgiving. "Guideline four is critical. The relationship must end with your girlfriend, and I stress this, must be the one to initiate the breakup. It should be done publicly and dramatically enough to make headlines, but not so much that it causes a scandal." She paused, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in. "You cannot under any circumstances leave her. If it looks like you're the one who ended things, it'll only add fuel to the fire of your reputation. You need to be seen as the heartbroken party, the victim of a fickle heart. It'll humanize you, make you more relatable to the fans."

Jack felt his jaw clench at the coldness of the plan. He had agreed to a fake relationship to get the media off his back, but this was starting to feel like a script for a reality TV show gone wrong. "And what happens if we... I mean, if she gets tired of the whole thing?" He stumbled over his words, trying to maintain some semblance of respect for the stranger he was about to be romantically linked with.

"Ah, that's where guideline five comes into play," said Ms. Castellanos, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of her own cleverness. "We've prepared a non-disclosure agreement that she will be signing before the relationship begins. It's quite comprehensive and includes clauses for breaking it off in a controlled manner. She'll understand her role in this, Jack."

Jack's grip tightened around his coffee mug, the cheap porcelain feeling fragile under his thumb. "But who is she?" he repeated, his voice a little louder, a hint of frustration creeping in.

Ms. Castellanos' smile didn't waver, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "Her name is Elena Petrov," she said smoothly. "A local influencer with a clean reputation. She's been briefed on the situation and has agreed to help. She's a fan of the team and understands the importance of this for your career."

"No." Jack huffed out. gaining the attention of everyone on the call. Just the same as Jack, everyone else barely stayed tuned into her annoying voice. "She is the reason I am in this shit hole. Her friend is the last girl I was with. Elena took all the pictures. Maggie? A little help here." Jack pleaded with the IT media girl that for some miraculous reason was sitting in on the call.

"Oh. Uhm, yes. It took me days to get the pictures she put up taken down. And Mr. Hughes, we were able to prove they were edited after looking closer at them," Maggie spoke up, her voice shaky, probably from fear of interrupting the woman that could potentially ruin their lives with a tweet.

Ms. Castellanos' eyes darted from Jack to Maggie and back again, her displeasure clear. "Jack, this is non-negotiable. This is what's best for your career right now. You need to be seen as more than just a party boy. The sooner you start this relationship with Elena, the sooner we can start repairing your image," she said, her voice like a whip cracking through the tension in the room.

Jack's manager, Mr. Taylor, cleared his throat before speaking up, his tone measured and calm. "Perhaps there's another option we haven't considered. What about Y/n?" he suggested, glancing at Jack, who looked up at him, hope flickering in his eyes.

Ms. Castellanos raised an eyebrow. "Your childhood friend?" She sounded skeptical, but the video stream grew quiet, all eyes on Jack.

Jack nodded, feeling the weight of the decision he was about to make. "Yeah, Y/n. We've been best friends since middle school. Everyone already thinks we're together. It'll be believable, and she's... she's not in the spotlight like Elena is. It'll keep things more low-key." He swallowed, hoping he wasn't about to ruin their friendship.

Ms. Castellanos leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers. "Very well, Jack. We'll consider it. But you need to talk to her and make sure she's on board with this. The last thing we need is for her to spill the beans and ruin the whole charade."

Jack nodded, his heart racing. He knew Y/n would do anything for him but asking her to be his fake girlfriend was a big ask. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation he was about to have. After the call ended, he let out a guttural groan due to frustration. He needed to go shoot some basketball or pucks before he talked Y/n, but he didn't have that time to waste. Instead of blowing off some of his stress he slipped on some shoes, kissed his momma goodbye, and headed out to the house he has visited time and time again.

The warm afternoon air was a major contrast to the coldness of the conversation he had just had. The streetlights flickered to life as Jack approached Y/n's house, the familiar path to her door as comforting as ever. He stopped in front of the door, the color of her door had changed since last summer, but the memories that lie behind it remained the same.

Jack took a deep breath before raising his hand to knock, the sound echoing through his head. Only thing on his mind was the conversation they were about to have. Jack flinched as he realized how hard and urgent he had beat on her mother’s front door. His heart thudded against his chest, partially with the anticipation of her reaction to the proposal and because of how quickly he had walked down the block. Jack took a deep breath in an urgent need to calm himself and appear as normal as possible before he was face to face with her.

Before he could finish his internal mantra of calming himself, the front door swung open in a rush. He was slightly hoping it would somehow be one of her relatives, but there she was, looking up at him with her soft, hopeful eyes. Her hair messily tossed into a messy bun atop her head and a sprinkle of fresh freckles danced across her nose from spending the day in the sun with his family yesterday. She was wearing the momentous hoodie that he had gifted her before leaving last summer. A hoodie that held a lot in its threads for the two of them. For her, it now held a lot of silent screams and wiped away tears from the last year, but it still held their joint memories.

‘It originally had become Jack’s superstitious hoodie for a while. The lucky hoodie he would wear all the way up to when he would change for warm ups, then she would wear it. This superstition developed during the years of world juniors. The year he brought home the Gold, the superstition shifted. Jack had a “girlfriend” that entire season and she wasn’t fond of the idea of Jack and Y/n swapping clothes like they did. The games with the development program were when she noticed this happening. She confronted Y/n about having a useless crush on her boyfriend and she would be taking over wearing his hoodie from then on. Jack didn’t take lightly to it, that was his best friend, his biggest non-family supporter. So, he decided y/n would wear the hoodie the entire time, from the time they all got dressed for the day to after the game. Now, it’s hers entirely, his decision since he couldn’t be here for her and live out his dream. He wanted her to have a piece of him, but if be a piece of them. Once again, it has become her comfort item as it has been back then.’

She fiddled with the stretched out sleeves hanging over left hand anxiously as her right hand was still grasping the door knob.

"How was your meeting?" The words fell from her lips so fast she hadn't taken a moment to invite him inside. Y/n had sat out on the porch swing all morning waiting to hear from him. Seeing him now ignited her anxiety and her need to know.

Jack let out a simple laugh at her eagerness to know. He softly touched her side, giving a slight nudge as if to signal her to walk backwards into the house.

The coolness of the air conditioning kissing his skin. "It was... interesting," he said, his voice a mix of relief and dread.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. She walked a few steps backwards with his guidance to allow him in, the old floorboards creaking under their weight. "Interesting as in good or interesting bad?"

Jack shrugged, his smile wavering as he let go of her and made his way into the living room. The same room where they had spent hours playing video games, watching movies, doing homework.

—Could he ask her to do this? What if it blows up in their faces and ruins everything. What if he ruins her? He’d never be able to live with himself for hurting her.

The couch looked inviting, but he knew better than to sit down without spilling his guts. "Well, it’s one of those ‘depends on how you take it’ interesting type situations..." he trailed off, his eyes wandering around the room.

Y/n looked at him, her eyebrows rising in a questioning manner. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. She could read the hesitancy written all across him. Starting with wanting to open up about his meeting. Which is something he's never had an issue with, at least with her, to not wanting to sit down. Almost as if, if he got too comfortable he would tell too much.

Taking a hold of his hand, rubbing her thumb over his palm she leaned her head on his upper arm. A common gesture between them. “Jackers?” She whispered so softly, he nearly missed it. He hummed in response coming out from where he drifted off too. She took a hold of his hand and softly pulled him down to take a seat on the couch with her.

“Jackers, just tell me. Did they come up with something ridiculous?"

Jack let out a small laugh , the sound hollow and forced. "Ridiculous doesn't even begin to cover it," he whined, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "They want me to start a fake relationship with someone who I know is not going to help me. Then my manager suggested someone who would be great and I was for it because we already know each other but.." He took a deep breath, bracing himself for her reaction.

Y/n let go of his hand, in an unnatural reaction as they have been platonically physical since high school, "A fake relationship?" she echoed that one snippet. “With.. With who? Since I’ll be living with you I should be prepared for a new girl even if she is a fake girlfriend.”

Jack took a deep breath and looked up at her, his eyes filled with a desperation she had never seen before. "Toots, I really don't know what to do about this. PR decided on Elena Petrov. B—”

“You mean the friend of the bitch who started this mess? No I’m sorry the two who started this mess? You’re going to pounce around all lovey with the girl who put you here?!” Y/n’s chest heaved up and down heavily. She watched Jack’s face twist in annoyance then soften.

“If you had let me finish… I flat out said no. I will not and am not going to do this plan with her. When I told everyone on the call right then that I wouldn’t, my manager suggested someone else. But I don’t know if they’ll do it. They seem pretty disappointed in me…” Jack kept his voice even and didn’t raise it. He knew how you felt about being yelled at and he couldn’t be the one to cause a panic attack because he got a little upset.

“Well, who did they suggest? Maybe I can help. As long as it’s not Elena..”

“They suggested you. They asked me if I thought you would do it or if I would like you to do it with me. But if you're upset or disappointed, I'll tell them no right now," Jack explained, his voice a low rumble of uncertainty. He started fishing his phone out of his pocket in case he had to call his manager.

Y/n felt her throat tighten as a knot formed, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She had always been there for Jack, and he for her, but this was something entirely different. This was a line they hadn’t truly crossed, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to pretend to cross it again. "Jack, I..." she murmured looking down at her hands in her lap, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, I'll do it."

Jack's head snapped to look at her, his eyes failing to meet hers as she’s staring down, though a spark of hope igniting within him still. "You will?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and relief.

Y/n nodded, her throat tight with unspoken emotions. "Yeah, I'll do it," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "For you, I'll do it."

Jack's shoulders slumped with relief. He reached out to lift her head hesitantly so that he could meet her eyes with his. His eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly. "You don't have to if you don't want to, management can figure it out.”

Y/n forced a smile and nodding her head yes, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread. The thrill of being able to go and do things with Jack was nice, but the dread of being scrutinized by females she didn’t know was already gnawing at her. "Besides, it's only for a couple of months, right?"

Jack's smile didn't part to show his teeth, it stayed tight lipped, evident he wasn't as enthused as his tone of voice was letting on. "Yup! Just for a couple of months."

"Okay, we can totally pull this off. It will be like playing pretend, remember?" She nudged him with her elbow, trying to lighten the mood with a memory from their childhood. More so for herself than him.

"You mean like when we got married under that old oak tree at my grandparents' house in the summer between sixth and seventh grade?" Jack nudged her back.

"Yup when you only agreed to get pretend married so you could get your first kiss."

She let a little giggle slip out as she reminisced on the memory of her and Jack as kids under the oak tree.

A young Jack with his signature smirk standing at the ‘altar’ with the “preacher Luke”. Jack didn’t wait for Luke to do his part of the pretend wedding he skipped straight to the kiss. ‘Couldn’t wait tootsie I was just wanting my 1st’

"If I remember correctly that was your first kiss too, and you asked for another one because of the ‘belly flies’." Jack teased her enjoying seeing her cheeky smile and blush creeping up on to her cheeks.

Y/n’s laughter echoed loudly through the room. "Jack Hughes, you are such a jerk!" She said playfully, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jack laughed echoing her laughter. "So, do we have an agreement? You'll be okay with fake dating me, even though we never got fake divorced?"

Y/n shook her head yes once again, while rolling her eyes at the boy next to her. “Yes, Jackers. Even though you never fake divorced me, I will fake date you.”

If she only knew that Jack was silently and brutally beating himself up for this. They were in for a roller coaster of chaos and changes.

Now that he had secured one portion of the agreement, he has footwork left in figuring out how to get out of the hoops and twists. Like how to get out of that very public break up after a few months into dating. He wasn’t going to make her out to be some bitch she’s not.

And if Jack has it his way, they won’t be breaking up and it won’t be a “fake” relationship for long either.

Because Jack Hughes is hopelessly in love with his best friend. If he has any luck, besides puck luck, she loves him too.

notes 2.0: hello! welcome to my newest mini series, believe in me i hope you enjoyed the first part of the series. i am always open to kindly put creative criticism. i truly appreciate all of the continued support by reading, liking, & reblogging! thank you thank you!

[its-actually-withered]

Ah, she's so cold

[memoria-99]

IkePri routes short comments and personal rankings

* All of these are my personal thoughts.

1st Gilbert

Traumatized villain with death wish. Not a fun route, relatively heavy plots, twisted romance, but a good "villain" route. Emma has real great mentality and very brave, loved how she handled the situation and the relationship. Also the best adaptation of "Beauty and the Beast" theme.

2nd Clavis (Tie)

Four-dimensional troublemaker. The first half was funny thanks to all sorts of weird events and the second half was interesting to see dealing stuff this guy was secretly doing. I liked the romance and chemistry between the two. Emma was very cool and proactive.

2nd Silvio (Tie)

Sharp tongued, materialistic brat. Endless bickering between the two was overall fun to read and though there were moments that I wanted to punch this guy, eventually grew to like him. Used to wonder why so many people love this brat but I get why. Loved how sassy Emma was too.

3rd Nokto

Sly playboy. I think I like these kind of foxy character. Has a sad past. I liked the route because the guy was very smart and Emma was quite cool. What I didn't like was that the romance seemed to be leaning toward too erotic after the two became official.

4th Yves

Star-crossed tsundere kitty. The guy himself was very cute, and the romance between the two was cute and heartwarming as well. But they are both grown ass adults in their 20s and yet their romance was like that of teens.... why.

5th Chevalier

Coldhearted genius. The second best adaptation of "Beauty and the Beast" theme. I liked the process of Emma taming him. But didn't quite like that the guy has the upperhand still. This was the only route that Emma didn't call her suitor only by given name till the very end, so...

6th Licht

Severely depressed one. I liked the heavy story and realistic romance. But, although he's kind he has almost no self-esteem, is a master of self-deprecation, and his past is seriously dark, making me feel depressed as well. I know he's loved by many, but just not my cup of tea.

7th Leon

Charismatic, good-natured brother type. Typical fairytale prince. Has a sad past, but speaking of past, there're handful who are worse than him here... The most ordinary route. I don't remember much honestly.

8th Keith

Double personality. One is very kind and the other is rather bratty. Whole premise itself was interesting but two are so different... and made the romance look like a weird love triangle.

9th Rio

Loyal doggo who always loves Emma. But the route was kinda disappointing, I think it's only meaningful in a way that his love met a happy ending for once.

10th Sariel

Felt more like a "common route" in other games where romance does not exist. I didn't see much meaningful interaction between the two. At least I liked that Emma did best in her role as Belle in this route, but that's all.

11th Jin

Seriously remember nothing about the route except that it was very boring.

12th Luke

A sleepy bear turned into a crazy bear.

PLUS

1. I love the ways "sinner" LIs are written in this game, including Gilbert and Licht, and how Emma deals with those. Instead of trying to just reassure it's okay don't let that bother you, she's like "I know what you did cannot be forgiven, nothing can change that, but I'll embrace even that part of you and lead you to step forward"

2. I love that in the two bastards' route Emma ended up 'winning' them. In Gilbert's it was mentioned that he's the one who was conquered, and Silvio's he thought that it looks like he's the one with the collar.

[zepskies]

Hey! Just wondering if you could suggest some romantic/rom-com movies💖

Have a great day❤️🌼

Oh my goodness, I certainly can!! Thank you, bby! 💖💖

10 of my favorite romantic comedies:

(In no particular order.)

1. 10 Things I Hate About You

An absolute perfect movie. Dialogue, casting, story, romance, Heath Ledger, Shakespeare references, what more could a literary inclined girl want?

2. A Cinderella Story

Another gift from the early 2000s. Is it cheesy? Sometimes. Is it adorable? Absolutely.

3. He's Just Not That Into You

Hilarious, sometimes heartbreaking, ensemble cast, but the endings for each couple are undoubtedly satisfying. Plus, my favorite rewind moment of all time:

4. Crazy, Stupid Love

Ryan Gosling, Emma Stone, Steve Carrell, Josh Groban cameo. Need I say more? (But it will also unexpectedly grip your heart with profound, tender moments.)

5. While You Were Sleeping

One of my favorite Sandra Bullock rom coms, of which there are many. (Honorary mentions: The Proposal, Practical Magic, Two Weeks Notice, and Miss Congeniality, though it's not really a rom com is one of my favorite movies in existence.)

6. You've Got Mail

A classic of classics in rom com history. Meg Ryan at her best, Tom Hanks at his. She's a small, independent bookstore owner. He's essentially Barnes & Noble, coming in to disrupt New York with corporate America.

7. Mrs. Winterbourne

A forgotten '90s Brendan Fraser must-see movie. He's the "rich playboy" type, she's scrappy and resourceful, pregnant by her deadbeat ex-boyfriend, and pretending to be the widow of Fraser's twin brother, who recently died in a train accident.

8. Crazy Rich Asians

Based on a book, top-tier casting, bad ass mother-in-law, bad ass heroine, a classy, handsome, Good Man™️ hero? Sign me TF up.

9. 13 Going on 30

Easily Jennifer Garner's best movie, but also Mark freakin' Ruffalo. They're adorable together, and this one's a classic in its own right, full of heart, back-stabbing bitches, and 80s music references.

10. My Big Fat Greek Wedding

It's one of the best, folks. Also one of the most quotable movies in movie history lol. As a kid, I remember really identifying with Toula, who feels too plain, too big, too "frump girl."

But Ian never saw her that way. He genuinely laughs at her jokes. He's patient with her and sees her beauty, inside and out. He also deals with a lot of crap from her family in order to be with her, with all the grace and gentlemanly poise a guy could have.

And Toula learns to love herself, fall in love for the first time, and challenges every expectation of her family to do so.

I have many, many more, but these are just a few of my favorites. What's yours?

Don't see it on this list? Drop it in the comments! 💋

[anajacksonn]

I wasn't going to post anything about this drama because it's so terrible that I had to drop it. However I just wanted to vent my frustration out at the fact that Sun-ho is repeatedly being called "misunderstood" by some people watching Cheer Up.

First of all, he's done enough to prove that he is a playboy. He told Hae-yi he liked her when he wasn't even sure about his feelings, he pulled her away from the captain so he would have the upper hand (basically she wouldn't confess and he could sway her), he tells Hae-yi he likes her and then tells her he's moved on.

The second thing people say is that he is the better option because he's been a should she can lean on. I know he's helped her keep going sometimes but often he gets involved in Hae-yi's business and somehow ends up causing problems for her. For example he paid for Hae-yi's brother to be released. Later on though we notice the strain this causes in Hae-yi and her brothers relationship cause he feels he somehow owes her and most definitely owes Sun-ho. Obviously him beating up the other guy was problematic for him (he almost went to jail) but he wouldn't have been "bought" his freedom.

Lastly he just confuses me. To put it bluntly he has no personality besides "I want to date Hae-yi" and damn does he have to demonstrate that for everything. He'll quit and then rejoin the cheer team. Like he doesn't care about the rest of the team; which technically he doesn't so... He'll also stalk her to her work, to her home. Sun-ho doesn't take no for an answer and that to me is serious because if they got together he would be the same.

Just to end, this is my OPINION so please don't take it too seriously. Also he's a character not a real person so take it as a commentary. I wanted Sun-ho to be a nice guy too but he's not written like that. So yeah..

[writing-and-rebloging]

i think the biggest whiplash i had was when barbatos and leraje was released from whb. sun lover versus hunting/ cynical vs a guy who likes thunder - magi anon

Now, I'm a little fuzzy on this, but I think they *can* reject conquerors. If memory serves right, Belial tried to do so with Hakuryuu (but was forced to anyway), so did Zepar with Sinbad (He picked Serendine instead, after a contest, but wasn't all that keen on Sin regardless iirc), and we saw that with Leraje too (flipped Kouen off and picked Kouha instead, which I'll actually talk about below) as well as Sinbad getting kicked out because he already had seven djinn, so I'm working with that assumption in mind, just as a heads up.

Leraje also gave me whiplash, in a way. However... I don't know if I'd say she's cynical as whole. She was hurt and betrayed by someone she trusted and as result, she ended up guarding her heart behind three military-degree walls. And the worst part is that it still hurts like a bitch. That's way she rejected Kouen without a moment's hesitation and called him a cheater to his face. That's why she picked Kouha as her king candidate instead. Was he the one with more odds? Probably not. But she had a little bit of hope in him, because that child, who was tagging along his beloved older brother, wasn't just feared and respected, but loved.

In a way, Kouha is what she needed, someone willing to pick the broken pieces of everyone around him, patch them together and remind them that they are worthy of love and respect themselves. That's why a lot of people follow Kouha, because at his core, he's kind and caring and maybe a little bit self sacrificial.

Leraye, on the other hand... Well... We don't have the whole picture, but he seems more cruel, and bratty overall, and I bet Leraje would take a single look at her counterpart, and say that he looks like a playboy... But at least he's pretty, as a saving grace.

They both share that streak of being maybe a little too invested in someone they love, though (Leraje never quite let go of Focalor, and Leraye trails after Satan like a puppy) so yeah.

I don't quite recall Djinn Barbatos in terms of personality, but the silver vs gold color palette is definitely interesting. But I dived into the wiki anyway, and he is noted as someone cheerful, the easygoing type you can get along with, but also a responsible sort who knew that when duty calls, you must attend to it, but after the fall and all, he lost some of his mortal morality and became much more war loving. But he still chose Muu of all people. Muu, who's kind, caring, a goof, the pitch perfect sunshine pup... And also a terrifying, if a little obtuse, guardian dog when he has to, so apparently Barbs kept that outlook of we party when we can, and we fight when we must.

Devil Barbs... I think he's a wee bit more careless. He wanted to go naked to war, after all. Which isn't all that different from the Alma Toran gang and the Djinn equips in a way, but it kinda gives "I don't give a shit" right now. And he seems a little less approachable, more callous, I guess?

So overall I think those two would get along somewhat, but they would have frictions, especially when it comes to "you should get your shit together, you're in the middle of a literal war". But if you get them together to party and spend downtime, congrats! You are now in the middle of a) a shit show b) an orgy c) lots of fun or d) all of the above! They would gang up on OM!Barbs, probably, at least to get him to loosen up on down times. Although Djinn Barbs would be against disturbing Demon Barbs when he's on duty. He might not be fighting, but he is serving a king, just like he did in the past.

I know you didn't ask for a rant-analysis-speculation, but! :D!

[kiwixlime]

The Sirens Are Singing

G is for Girls

Sam Drake wants you. Will you finally end his suffering? 

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Female Reader Warnings: I don't know what this is lmfao. Very needy and desperate Sam. Some smut because he is very needy and desperate. And who can resist him, honestly?

Sam Drake loves girls. Sam Drake knows how to seduce girls. He's been referred to as a playboy before, and he accepts that title with pride. So when you showed up to Nathan’s birthday party two months ago sporting cherry red lips and big, fuck me, doe eyes, Sam knew he wanted you. He needed you. 

And, well, he thought it would be easy. He thought you would be easy. You had that same kind of look all his conquests had - ditzy and mystified like you’d faint the moment any man paid attention to you. An easy catch. But when he approached you with his signature smirk and introduced himself as Nathan’s handsome older brother, he was not prepared for you to laugh and walk away. 

That moment knocked his ego down a few pegs, and he spent more time than he’d like to admit wondering what he did wrong. Maybe he was having a bad hair day? Or maybe he looked tired. There was always the possibility that you weren’t into guys at all. But then he saw you flirting with one of Nathan’s friends, and he knew that wasn’t the case. 

Ever since then, Sam Drake has been after you. He’s not weird about it, though he is persistent. You’re always with his sister-in-law, so he uses that to his advantage, following you around like a puppy when you’re both at their beach house or sneaking your number from Elena’s phone when she’s not looking. You don’t mind the attention. It’s kind of funny for you to see Sam so hopeless. You've never held this sort of power over a man before. 

Before you met him, Elena warned you about the kind of guy he was. And she specifically said that you were just his type. "Pretty girls," she stated. "Pretty girls with innocent faces." She told you Sam would try to hit on you, and that he’s very persuasive so she wouldn't blame you if you fell victim to his charms. But you assured her you could resist his flirtation. 

It was hard. Sam is an attractive older guy with that rugged and tough look that tells you he’s had a rough past. His eyes are bright, but hold something dark and mysterious. He hides behind resilient layers you crave to peel back. And the way he carries himself, his confidence, and his personality makes him even sexier. 

So yes, it was hard. But you held your own, and you turned him down. The first girl to ever do so. 

Perhaps that’s why he likes you so much. Not only are you breathtaking, but you are tenacious. You are a challenge. And fuck, Sam Drake loves a challenge. 

It’s a warm Saturday afternoon when you see Sam again. Elena had called you early this morning to ask if you wanted to join her and Nate for a beach day. Being the water baby you are, you can't deny a day with the ocean. Even if it means some unwanted (who are you kidding?) attention. 

You know the risk of seeing Sam is high. So when you get ready, you make sure to put on your most scandalous swimsuit - a rose gold two-piece with beading and sequins on the top and skimpy coverage on the bottom. Admittedly, it’s not the most comfortable swimwear, but it will have the desired effect on Sam. Torture over comfort, you say. You want to see that man squirm. 

When you arrive, Nate and Elena are already spread out on the sand, relaxing on their towels, books perched in front of them. You laugh a little at how in sync they are. It’s cute. 

Elena spots you first, closing her book and waving you over. She holds her hand above her face, blocking out some sun as you approach. Her eyes notice your swimsuit beneath your sheer cover-up, and she shakes her head. 

“You’re terrible,” she smiles, patting the empty space next to her. “You’re going to kill that poor man.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you chirp, reaching into your beach bag and unfolding your towel. You drape it across the burning sand and slip off your cover-up, tucking it away. You sit down next to Elena and apply your sunscreen as she puts her book away. “Where is he, anyway?” You ask. 

“Your boyfriend is looking for seashells,” she smirks, nodding towards the shore. You can barely make out Sam’s figure, but sure enough, he’s walking along the beach, reaching down every few seconds to uncover shells. “He’s a child.” 

You hum to yourself, ignoring her boyfriend comment, and pull down your sunglasses. Hiding behind the shades, you shamelessly watch Sam as he coasts along the sands. His shirtless chest gleams under the sunlight, and it’s not a horrible view. He looks good, damp from the ocean with glowing skin, already tanned. Hm, you have to get yourself together. He’s supposed to be the one lusting after you. 

So you close your eyes and lay back, getting comfortable under the warm sunshine. Once you’re nice and toasty, you’ll head out into the water. But for now, you’re happy to be unwinding with your friends, listening to the waves break. 

You doze off for a little bit, only waking up when you feel drops pelting your stomach. You blink yourself awake and look up to see Sam standing over you, his hair dripping with saltwater. Pouting, you push your glasses to the top of your head and glare at him. “Do you mind?” You snap.

“Me?” He scoffs, shaking his wet locks out like a dog. You whine and hold your hands out, shielding yourself from the spray. “You’re the one wearing a string as a bathing suit. Do you want me dead? Honestly, I’m askin’.” His accent comes out a little thick as he rambles, his eyes very obviously drinking in every inch of you. 

“It’s not string,” you defend, sitting upright. Sam's teeth sink into his lip as you stretch out your tight muscles, tilting your head back to expose your neck, pushing out your chest, glimmering with sweat. “It’s cute,” you say. 

“It’s insulting,” he counters, licking his lips. You swear you can hear him whimper, and for a second, the tiniest second, you feel bad for him. But then it fades away, and you feel accomplished. “I think you should take it off,” he adds. 

“Huh, really?” You ask, toying with the tie on your top. “You don’t get off on tanlines?” You frown at him, batting your eyelashes for effect. This time, you know you hear him grunt, and he awkwardly shifts where he stands. 

He clears his throat and lets out a deep sigh, forcefully tearing his eyes away from you. “I have to be alone,” he says suddenly, quickly leaving you behind in favor of the ocean. You smile as he trips in the sand like a klutz and glance around, looking for Nate and Elena. You can’t see them, but you assume they’re probably on a walk, something they usually do. So instead of continuing to sit alone, you get up and follow Sam to the water. 

It’s a private beach, with access available to only the residents of the island, and there aren’t that many houses. So it’s not busy. The closest group to yours is still pretty far away, giving you the privacy and the peace you need. 

You stand at the coast, squishing your toes in the sand as you watch Sam head deeper into the water. Okay, so you feel a little bad for teasing him. But he’s such a cocky bastard. He needs to be put in line every once in a while. It’s good for him. 

“Sam!” You yell out, giggling when he brushes you off with his hand, kindly giving you the finger. “Hey, don’t be like that!” You laugh and tread in after him. 

The water is cool against your sun-kissed skin, blue and brilliant and sparkling under the sun's rays. It’s gorgeous, and it feels like heaven. As you make your way in further, the sea covers more of you, sending you into a tranquil state. For a moment, you just let the crystal waters encompass you. You always feel your best in the ocean. Maybe you were a mermaid in a past life. Or a siren, if Sam has anything to say about it. 

“What are you doing?” You hear Sam ask, his voice sounding much closer than you anticipated. When you open your eyes, you squeak, surprised to see him wading in front of you. His head is cocked to the side in wonder, curious as to why you’re letting the ocean take you. 

“Letting the seas claim me,” you say, dipping your head back into the water and swaying. 

“You’re so fucking weird,” he claims, reaching out to grab your arms. He pulls you up, inwardly sighing when your wet hair falls into your face. “And so fucking hot,” he groans and pushes you away from him so he can sink himself under the water. 

“Well, don’t drown yourself over it,” you mumble and feel beneath the surface to pull him up. “You’re so dramatic, Sam Drake,” you say and place your hands on his shoulders. He shudders at your contact and attempts to drag himself away, pouting like a child. 

“And you’re a tease,” he confirms what you already know. “Why do you do this to me?” He asks, unable to keep his hands to himself. His fingers brush over your hips, and you don’t stop him from grabbing you and pulling you close. “You have no idea what you do to me. You have no idea how you make me feel.” 

You raise your eyebrows and bite your lip, circling your arms around his neck. You’re being cruel; you know you are. But it’s just for show. You’re not going to tease him this much and not give him something. “Tell me?” You ask, voice dripping with innocence. 

He shakes his head and releases his grip on you. He tries to push you away, but you refuse to let him, wrapping your legs around his waist. This makes him shiver, and you can feel the way his entire body tenses under your touch. He gawks up at you, agony swimming behind his eyes. 

“How do I make you feel, Sam?” You whisper, bringing your face closer to his. You’re so close you can feel his warm breath hit your lips. You can hear how his breathing becomes rigid. Poor boy. 

“You set me on fire,” he whispers, tilting his head up, eagerly trying to press his lips to yours, but you pull away just as he brushes your skin. His jaw tightens, and he grits his teeth as you smirk at him. “Kitten, just put me out of my misery,” he laments. 

“Your misery?” You question, tugging him closer. Your chest is pressed against his, and you can tell that he’s close to falling apart. He drops his eyes down to your tits and instinctively embraces you closer. If only you knew how many times he’s fantasized about cumming on them. You’d be disgusted, that’s for sure. “Why are you miserable?”

“You’re kidding, right?” He asks, drawing his gaze away from your gorgeous chest and back up to your gorgeous face. “Do you know many times a day I think about fucking you? Do you even know that every time I get myself off it’s to the image of you bouncing on my cock? Do you know that my favorite flavor is you, even though I have no fucking idea what you taste like? Of course, I’m miserable. I’m obsessed with you and I’ll never have you.” His face turns to one of frustration, and you can feel the annoyance brimming off him. No, you did not know those things. But he doesn’t know that his little confession sent shockwaves through your entire body. 

“You can have me,” you say just above a whisper. His body softens and he looks back at you, searching your eyes for the joke. But he finds nothing but sincerity. You mean it. Why do you suddenly mean it? “I mean, I’ve always wanted you. But you had the reputation of an asshole. I wasn’t going to be some quick fuck for you. I wasn’t going to let you get me into bed that easily. I’m still not…” You trail off. 

“You’re not,” he says quickly. “Maybe at first that’s all I wanted. But, I don’t know,” he sighs. “There’s something about you. Yeah, I wanna fuck you. Like, I really want to rail you in every position possible,” he admits and you roll your eyes. “But I also like talking to you. And I want to hear about your day. I want to talk about your feelings. I want to know your thoughts, your hobbies. And I want to tell you about myself.” 

He sounds genuine. But you know Sam. He’s a tricky fucker. “How do I know you’re not just saying this so I finally let you fuck me?” You ask. “How do I know you’re not putting on a show?” 

“Because,” he says, looking flustered. “Because you know where I live. And there is no doubt in my mind that you’d come to my home and attempt to cut my balls off.” 

“Aww,” you coo. “You are smart.” 

“Shut up,” he laughs, jabbing you in the side with his thumb. “And because… Well, I’ve been chasing you for months. And it’s kind of made me fall for you.” 

“Hmm,” you nod, swiping your tongue across your lips in thought. Your eyes meet his and you honestly can’t tell if he’s lying or not. But he looks serious. And that’s a rare state for him. “I will cut your balls off,” you confirm. “There will be no attempt. It will happen,” you tell him. 

“I know,” he says with a timid smile. “But you have nothing to worry about.” 

“You’re just horny,” you sigh, but tighten your hold around him. 

“I’m always horny,” he mumbles, bravely sliding his hands down your back, grabbing your ass. “But it’s only because you’re always on my mind.” He squeezes your cheeks and pulls you up higher. 

“Smooth,” you say and finally close the gap between you two. You capture Sam’s lips in yours, kissing him hungrily like you’ve wanted to since the day you met him. It’s passionate, bruising, but he kisses you back with just as much vigor, pouring his desperation into it. 

His feral tongue licks at your lips carelessly, eager to taste you. You barely have time to part your lips before Sam slips his tongue into your mouth. Your hands reach up to cup his face, kissing him deeper, moaning against him as his tongue traces the roof of your mouth, dipping into every crevice, rolling against your tongue, committing your flavor to memory. 

His hands on your ass squeeze harder, and you roll your hips into him, breaking away from his mouth to trail your lips down across the stubble of his chin to his neck. He holds you tight as you brand him, biting his throat, sucking a purple bruise to the surface of his skin. He groans deep in your ear and you smile, trailing your tongue over your mark. 

“Look at that,” you hum, kissing him again. “Guess you’ll have to explain that one to your brother.” 

“Please don’t talk about my brother when I’m dying to be inside of you,” he mumbles, letting his hands fall from your bottom. He feels you giggle against him, and fuck, it’s such an adorable sound. It turns him on even more. And when you trickle your fingers down his chest, he gasps. “You really gonna let me fuck you in the ocean?” He asks with a grin. 

You shrug and brush your fingertips over the hard bulge in his swim shorts. “We’re alone,” you say. “And sure, there are risks, but…” You cut yourself off as you grope Sam through his swim trunks. He moans and rests his head against your shoulder, rutting into your hand as you massage him. “I can’t wait anymore. Unless you wanna wait?” You question him. 

“Fuck no,” he moans, pushing himself into your talented hand. 

“Good,” you kiss your way down his neck and slide your hand into his trunks. You wrap your fingers around his achingly hard dick and smile into his skin. You’re finally touching him and he’s so big and thick in your hand, just like you imagined. And okay, maybe sex in the ocean isn’t the most pleasant, but the desire burning deep within both of you kind of overrules anything else. The only thought in both of your minds is each other. You could fuck him here, in his car, in the shower when you get home. You don’t care. You just want him inside of you. 

“Fuck, I wish I could lick your pussy,” Sam breathes in your ear as you squeeze him in your hand. “Wanna taste you so bad, kitten. I want you to ride my face, suffocate me with your thighs.” 

“Christ, Sam,” you mewl, jerking him faster. He laughs, deep in his throat, and moves his fingers to undo the ties of your bikini bottoms. He’s fast, practically ripping the fabric off of you and tossing it in the water. “Hey, don’t lose those,” you warn, ready to argue until you feel him slip two fingers inside of you. “Oh, wow, okay,” you whimper, digging your nails into his shoulder. 

“Hm,” he muses teasingly. “Guess I know how to shut you up,” he says, pumping his skillful fingers in and out of you. You glower at him, but he smirks, fingering you faster. “Can’t wait to get you in a bed,” he sighs. “Actually, I will literally fuck you anywhere. On every surface.” 

“We’re going to have a busy weekend,” you rasp, grinding against Sam’s slender fingers. “More,” you plead, groaning when he listens to you and fills you out with a third finger. Your movements are getting sloppy and he can tell, taking over to thrust into your hand. “Oh, god, Sam, fuck me now.” 

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear,” he purrs, pulling his fingers from your wet cunt. He holds them up to your lips and you lap at the digits, sucking them into your mouth and tasting yourself. He watches you in awe, his dick begging to fuck you. You’re so fucking sexy, he can’t stand it. “You’re fucking filthy,” he says as he pulls his hand from your mouth. “Are you gonna let me have my way with you later?” 

“Yes, sir,” you say, jaw dropping when you feel Sam’s cock teasing your entrance. “You can fuck me however you want,” you entertain him. “Just please get inside me now.” 

“Like you even need to ask,” he mumbles, guiding his dick past your folds and sliding into you. He moans loudly and your eyes widen, looking at your surroundings. You’re still alone, but that was a bit risky. Your hands hold onto his shoulders and give him a warning squeeze. He ignores it, too blissed out to care. He’s finally fucking you. Nothing can ruin this moment. “Holy shit, kitten, you feel amazing.” 

“Yeah?” You tease, grinding down on him, sending his cock deeper inside of you. He feels amazing, stretching you out with his thickness, hitting that overly sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. Right now, you don’t know what’s hotter. Sam Drake fucking you in the middle of the ocean or Sam Drake moaning your name over and over again your ear. Truthfully, his sounds alone are enough to get you off. His facial expressions are pretty fucking nice, too. 

“Fuck, kitten, I’ve wanted you forever,” Sam admits through a shaky moan. But you already knew that. It doesn’t hurt to hear it, though. “Pussy feels so good, I’m not gonna last long,” he confesses and it’s kind of sweet how worked up he is. 

“That’s okay, we can spend all day building up your stamina,” you murmur, rocking yourself against him. “And tomorrow,” you clench your walls around his cock, making him nod furiously and buck up into you. “And the next day…” You’ve built up a steady rhythm, rolling your hips, taking his cock hard and fast. “Oh, god,” you moan, leaning in to kiss him. 

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he says, and behind his words you can hear the distress in his voice. He needs you to praise him. He needs you to tell him you want him just as much as he wants you. He needs to know you don’t regret this. 

“I want you to fuck me, Sam,” you purr, biting his ear. You press your chest against him and he holds onto your back, keeping you close. “You were made to be inside me. Fit me so well. Fuck, you feel so good. I love your cock.” 

He grunts as he thrusts up into you, increasing his speed. The water splashes around you and Sam’s breathing is getting heavier. You know he’s close when he slides a hand between your soaking wet bodies to reach your clit. You moan when he touches you because it feels good and because you want to make him feel proud. You want to show him that he’s an incredible fuck; something he already knows, but needs to hear from you, specifically. 

“I’m close, baby,” he whines, pounding into you harder. “I want to finish inside of you,” he says and looks at you for your answer. You nod and kiss him hard, slipping your tongue out to meet his. 

“Look at me when you cum,” you say, tangling your fingers in his hair. Sam’s eyes meet yours, locking in place as his movements falter. You squeeze your legs around him as he stalls inside you, filling you up with his hot cum. You lick your lips and continue to grind on him, milking everything he has. “Good boy,” you mewl, kissing him softly. 

He smiles and speeds up his fingers, using your quiet whimpers as momentum. This is a moment he’s been imagining for a long time. Sam’s wanted to make you cum since he met you. Granted, he was hoping it would be in different circumstances, like you spread out on his mattress. But this is good, too. He rolls his thumb over your clit and you come undone, holding onto his shoulders tightly as you cum on his fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he says, working you through your orgasm. “So fucking pretty.” 

“Sam,” you pant as you come down from your high. He lets go of you, swimming off to find your bottoms that have floated away from you. He comes back and you snort, taking them from him. “Take me home,” you insist. 

“Already?” He frowns. 

“Yeah,” you nod as you attempt to put your swim bottoms back on. It proves to be difficult but with Sam’s help, you manage. “Take me to your home. Fuck me again.” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he mutters. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

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[plussizes-blog]

Nick Bateman × ChubbyReader

You , pure and innocent. He , cõcky and dominance. When both of your worlds crash together in your brother's and his sister's wedding.....well......for me to know for you to read *wink wink*

"Ah Yn , meet my big brother Nick and Nick , this is my husband's babysister Yn !" Martha squeels excitedly as she introduces you to the big buff handsome guy infront of you with silky brunette hair.

'Yeah , big indeed' you think to yourself as the guy sends a flirty smirk your way.

You have been plus-size your whole life , not the flat stomach thick thighs kinda girl but a real plus-size girl. You did have a minus 100 in getting guys but they never really bothered you cause you don't need a guy to tell you that you are beautiful , you know that by yourself.

"Nice to meet you Yn" Nick says stepping closer.

'Starting with first name basis I see' you think to yourself as he leans down enveloping you in a hug , his hand resting on your a$$ and giving it a squeeze but no one seems to notice until you squeel jerking up.

Could give this guy an A+++++ in the perverted playboy category , ex-highschool jock and a player again.

"Any problem ?" Poor Martha asks frowning.

"Oh it's nothing babes , just a uhm bug" you say waving her off as you glare at Nick while he gives you a lopsided grin and a shrug.

What does he want ? Maybe a fling ?

Well.....you could afford that. Being in relationships scared you cause your last attempt you made to get into a relationship ended horrendously and you don't want the history to repeat itself like it did for Stephan Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries which.....well let us say it didn't end well too......that guy died !

Even though you happily would , life isn't as easy as they show in series or movies , you have to live through it , directly or indirectly all alone.

As you watch Martha and your brother swing to the music you feel a presence behind you making the hairs of your neck stand up in attention.

You feel a tap on your shoulder making you turn around only to come face to face with Nicky poo.

"May I have this dance ?" He asks extending his hand forward. You grasp his hand without a second thought making his grin widen 100× as he drags you to the dancefloor.

Within 10 minutes of you grinding up against each other Nick lets out a thunderous lust filled growl into your ear.

"Let's get out of here yeah ?" He asks in a deep sëxy voice and to nod fervently making him grasp your hand and drag you out.

Just when you are about to exit you make eye contact with a bewildered bunch of people on the dance floor which considered Martha , your brother , mother , father and Martha's parents.

You deliberately turn your head away letting Nick take you to wherever he is taking you. Reaching a stop you find that it is none other than the room right next to yours in the hotel.

Ooh now you can see who masturbated calling out some chubby-princess's name last night. It has been Nick.

You're being pushed up to the door the first thing you enter the room , your mouth and your tongue inside fighting for dominance with his which he ofcourse wins !

Your clothes are being ripped off of your body as you discard his clothes all along. Tossing your clothes somewhere around the room you push him onto the bed and climb ontop of him , straddling his lap as he props on his elbows and looks at you with hooded eyes.

Crawling up the bed backwards he leans on the headboard grabbing your hips as he guides you down his long , thick and hard length.

"F*ck princess you are so wet and tight , all for me" he growls as you throw your head back in ecstasy while he continues to look at you with lust and adoration.

"F*ck my chubby princess , just like that" he groans as you bounce on him up and down , both your hand on his chest while he buries his face inbetween your rather large melons sucking on your straining t*ts.

He rams in and out of you , the sound of skin slapping and moans and groans filling his double suit hotel room as he sucks on your breasts.

"Gonna.....cuuum" you breath out as you milk his d*ck while hot sperm spills into your p*ssy filling you up and overflowing out of your p*ssy as you fall on top of him.

He flips you over , his d"ck still inside you as he cuddles you.

"That was amazing chubby princess ! I thought you were a virgin but you have proved me wrong" he breaths out raggedly.

"Not all plus-size girl is a virgin" you say bitterly as you try to push him away , feeling disappointed (not sad) about what he told.

"F*ck princess I didn't mean it that way ! I meant to tell that .....you are so innocent....too innocent to have deflowered and I just thought maybe.....maybe I am going to be your first but after our hot love making I know you are not as innocent as you seem to be" he says with his voice filled with so much sincerety and sorry as he kisses your earlobe making you relax.

"I lost my virginity to my crush , getting him drunk and having s"x with him thinking he would then be in a relationship with me though it was painfull which ended up in a pretty......well pretty bad situation. I have never been or try to be in a relationship afterwards. Never gonna be in one. That is why I gave myself into the temptation. I know you wouldn't want a relationship nor even look at me the next time we meet so.....I better get going anyways" you say as you try to get out of his grip which loosens.....for a second but then tightens back again.....very tightly.

"Oh oh my innocent chubby princess , you have been haunting my dreams for years now. You have been the princess of every wet , love and wedding dream I have ever had. I have been waiting to meet you , masturbating with the thoughts of your body and even cuuming inbetween my dreams , unexpectedly today I did. And I am never letting you go. Never" he says in a deep husky voice filled with love , lust and possessiveness making you shiver.

"Mine" he adds in a loud growl as his mouth lands on your neck , sucking on it like his last meal.

That is how you met Nick. Your husband. The father of your three kids with one on its way. And your soulmate.

The End

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[rosered2018]

Rusty Quill Gaming - Japan Arc

So, I got to the Japan arc in RQG, and here's my take.

First off, Sasha and Grizzop's fates were both heartbreaking and hopeful. Grizzop died as a paladin, protecting Sasha and going out the way he probably wanted. With Sasha, she ended up living a long life and she did a lot of good within that life.

Secondly, Zolf's back. Honestly, I could have cheered when that happened. Even with his temper, it's good to have him back as a part of the team. I love seeing the change in the dynamic between him and Hamid and their vastly different leadership styles, on top of the differences that were already between them.

I know someone said that his reunion with the L.O.L.O.M.G. would have been different if Sasha had been there, and I can believe it. During his argument with Hamid, his grief was just so raw that it's easy to understand why. My personal theory is that he loved Sasha. Not romantically, but there was a kind of an older brother-younger sister sort of vibe there, and he definitely missed her.

At this point it is blindingly clear that Zolf does not like himself much, and that he has been through a lot of shit in the eighteen months since he left the party and none of it has helped. I know Azu said she thought he was heading for a breakdown, and it will be interesting to see what happens with that. I have a feeling it's going to be at least as bad as the last one was.

On the subject of Azu, she is a treasure. She always comes from a place of love, and even though half the party are literal strangers to her, she still makes it clear that she cares about them. Also, I love her relationship with Hamid. It's just very sweet the way they seemed to adopt each other, and I've noticed that when something bad happens, if it's possible, they inevitably end up holding hands.

On the subject of Cel, it's kind of neat that they're a half-elf. Until we met Eldarion, there hadn't been any elves in the game and I had been curious about how they'd be portrayed. The fact that they're American is particularly interesting, since they're the only one who doesn't have a connection to the European power structures (and before you remind me, yes, I know that Azu is from Kenya, but she is a paladin of Aphrodite). On a separate note, Lydia Nicholas's American accent is not great, but considering that Cel has lived all over the place and probably been gone from America for a long time, it makes sense that they've started to lose their accent.

With Hamid, it's interesting to see just how far he's come from when we first met him. We've seen him go from being the playboy with no real idea what he wants to do with his life to the leader of a mercenary group that's trying to save the world. We've seen him trying to keep his people alive and together while dealing with the losses of a friend and his sister, the aftermath of his expulsion from uni, and with his family and his heritage. He's grown up a lot, and it will be interesting to see what happens to him.

On the subject of one of our favorite NPCs, Wilde is broken. He's gone from being the flirtatious pain in the mercenaries' collective ass to a shadow of himself. He's obviously lost enough friends and loved ones that he's reluctant to trust anyone. The only good thing that can probably be said about his life at this point is that he's at least getting a good night's sleep without needing the magical equivalent of a Faraday cage.

Coming back around to Sasha, I liked how they ended her story. She survived the fall of Rome, adopted half a dozen kids and passed on her skills as a rogue. And I don't know if anyone else picked up on it, but she also founded the temple of Aphrodite. When Wilde told them about the letter she'd left, he said it was under the seal of the temple's founder, Ava Iskanda. Sasha said in her letter that her grandkids called her Ava, and Iskanda is, I think, the feminine version of the name Iskander, or Alexander. And Sasha is a nickname for Alexandra. Essentially, the name of the founder of the temple of Aphrodite translated to Grandma Sasha.

And, if you remember, WIlde did say that he thought that Sasha was technically his boss. I have to wonder when/if anyone else is going to put it together.

At this point, I can't wait to see what happens next, and I already know it's going to be a wild ride.

[queeenpersephone]

you said that you like receiving these asks so I wanted to ask a question (from a longtime lurker): why ironwidow? why not another ship? I mean we have like dozens of ships in the mcu, canon and non-canon, that have more time together on screen so why them? I think you have a gorgeous way of putting their relationship into words so I want to hear your thoughts...I ship them because their whole story in the mcu has the potential to be so damn romantic like honestly they started everything!!! It was them!!! Together!!! and then it ended with them together

I hope I phrased this well, I don't mean to come off as rude, I really like your works :)

hi anon! yes, i absolutely love these asks, and haha lurk away but always feel free to come chat! you phrased this perfectly well, not rude at all, don't worry! <3

so this is a really interesting question, and i'm going to answer it more personally than objectively, if you don't mind? though i think there are a lot of reasons that ironwidow makes sense like, narratively and character-arc-wise, i feel like i talk about that a lot.

okay, so the first thing you should know is that the first marvel movie i saw was avengers 1. no context. i saw it twice in theater because i was so in love. so it was always going to be two people in that movie, bc i fall quick and hard lol.

i tend to be a shipper of small moments - even in my bigger, more mainstream ships, i like to find the little moments - and honestly, nat and tony had so many little inside jokes in avengers 1. maybe equal with clintasha, which i relegated to brotp quickly because clint gave me married!dad energy. not that i anticipated aou! i just felt like he was meant to be the dad of the group. but yeah, the 'miss me, agent romanoff?' and the shrug at 'genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist' and 'i don't see how that's the party' and GOD 'c'mon stark' which might've been the deal-sealer. obviously, they had met before, and though i love pepper, the established relationship, girlfriend-of-the-hero trope does nothing for me. pepper was created for tony. natasha has always stood on her own.

i was also struck by one particular commonality that i think i've talked about: tony and natasha were the only ones who really wanted the avengers to happen in avengers 1. like, the team for the team's sake. clint = to back up nat, revenge; thor = loki's his brother; bruce = pretty much corralled by tony, reluctant af; steve = this one's harder, but he didn't show that faith in the team dynamic that tony/nat did. natasha's speech to clint - "we gotta stop him" ... "now you sound like you" "but you don't" ... i've been compromised" i've always interpreted that as her sudden need to be a part of this team - her ability to remain objective, alone, stoic - compromised. she wants this. tony's obvious - his relentless hope in bruce, that nat/clint/steve will follow him, he was putting these pieces together. so why not take it a step further? maybe they were the only ones who needed someone else who understood and saw the potential in a so called ticking time bomb.

that kind of love can fade for me, in a ship - but i watched the other movies, saw im2 and the press for it, and love love loved the ironwidow. i started writing fics around then. then i took a short break, but cacw broke me because the im2 parallels were right there. then, i got serious about writing fix-its for them, especially when i didn't really find the kind of fic i wanted to read when i was in pain after seeing that movie (i.e., the post-cacw tensions where either tony was the villain of the mcu or natasha needed to grovel on her knees for tony to forgive her). personally, i get really into fandoms where i feel like i can add value to a ship, and i felt like i could bring something new, good or not, to the table.

so yeah, some combination of all of that. and you're absolutely right about them starting and ending the mcu, but that was more the cherry on top for me!

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Love And Marriage

Spnquotebingo @spnquotebingo

Quote: You don't save a marriage by sleeping with other people.–Lucifer

Mostly Memory: slant/bold. Quote:small/bold

"What the hell, Anthony!" She yelled scaring both brunettes in the bed she shared with him. The women who looked half her age scrambled off the bed in a rush and ran out of the room getting dressed as she ran out the tower. This time she was throwing objects at the genius screaming and swearing every word under the sun. And yes this wasn't the first time, but its sure as hell will be the last. "How could you do this to me!? Time and time again I forgive and you do it again!!" She tried taking control of her emotions, but they over took her and laid everything out on the table.

Tony slipped on his clothes yelling back and forth with his wife. It was a screaming match that all of New York could hear. "Maybe if you weren't such a controlling bitch I wouldn't need to rush into the arms of a women that would get off my back!" He yelled back and she was stunned into silence. Tony continued talking. "Ever since we been together you've been trying to change who I am and I got sick of it, but you were America's golden girl I couldn't dump you. You just couldn't take the hint ,sweetheart." He finished his intoxicated words got the better of him, but drunk words were sober thoughts and maybe this is exactly how he felt after all these years.

"I want a divorce." She said her voice shaking not wanting to cry in front of the man she loved and she thought loved her back. "What?!" He turned on his heels and stared at her the shouting didn't sober him up, but those four words did. "What did you say?" He asked as if he didn't hear her. "I'm through, Tony. I'm tired of this back and forth. You said it yourself your not willing to change your partying playboy ways so I'm through." She said as she went to get her phone to call her brother. "I want a divorce." Those were the final words uttered to him before she stopped talking to him all together taking off the ring made from the metal of his original reactor the diamond glowing the same blue that lulled her to sleep. Y/n twirled the ring in-between her fingers a nervous habit after the years.

Steve got to the tower from his apartment along with Bucky and Sam. His two friends walked into her bedroom to hear Tony shouting and pleading for her to listen to him. Steve went to his sister as his friends pulled the thrashing man out of the room and to a different part of the building so he could cool off. Tony in the end didn't calm down and was getting violent to the point they had to knock him out and by then Y/n was getting packed with the help of Steve

The suitcase was harshly zipped up as she rushed closing it. Tears flowed freely down her face as she packed all her things well all the things she bought herself. She wasn't running, running was for cowards she was escaping before she drowned herself in whatever kind of love she once had with her husband. Y/n breathed in through her nose as her body convulsed with another fit of silent sobs. Trying to calm down she wanted to get think clear. Did she really want to leave? No, but he didn't give her much of a choice. The light tan line on her finger just further proved she wasn't turning back...not this time. Not even for him. Y/n needed time to think without the threat of the end of the world and out from under her now ex's crushing ego.

She was shacking with anger and in grief it happened again and she was done with it all. Tony fucking Stark her husband, lover, best friend cheated on her again for the third time that she knew of. Y/n saw it she was always there at the wrong time almost like he wanted her to see how pleased he was with another. Steve came out of the bathroom with more hygiene products. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?" He asked for what feels like the hundredth time. Steve knew Y/n wasn't okay he could see it and the sight made him want to rip Stark a new one. With a deep inhale she looked up at him with s slight smile as real as she could make it. "I'm okay I just need to get out of here. Fresh air. New scenery if possible." She said as she looked longingly at a picture on the nightstand not noticing that her brother left with her bags while she stared off. The picture was of her fifth date with Tony after being together as boyfriend and girlfriend for two years, a light festival their first openly public date for cameras to capture them together making it official. America's Sweetheart with a Playboy billionaire...that headline alone should have been the first of many red flags.

The memory played vividly in her mind. Her eyes shined like stars as she dragged him behind her. It was still light outside and the small park was crowded. "Come on, Tones!" She said excitedly as she dragged him along. Many people looked at them and whispered, but they didn't care. They spent the night talking about any and everything it felt so natural. Y/n stared into the sky on their picnic blanket having already painted her lantern with a good amount of wet paint still on her hands. "We've been on what feels like a million dates and this seems like the perfect one to ask you. Will you marry me?" Tony said holding a black velvet box with a f/c diamond ring. "I thought you'll never ask!" She pulled him into a kiss paint covering his cheeks as lanterns where released. He kissed back hands resting on her hips. "Let's go home Mrs.Stark-Rogers." Tony said with a smile. "Well come on then Mr.Rogers-Stark." He was once again dragged away. "No no no my name first Steve will not hold that over me!" Y/n giggled as the memory faded into a much older one.

The twelve year old girl was getting her hair brushed by her mother. "Mama what's love like. I know you love daddy so what's it like?" She asked it's been two years since her father died ,but her mother always said she stilled loves him. "Love is a amazing feeling that doesn't happen often and sometimes it can hurt." The blonde women said to her daughter she couldn't tell her wanting love cost more then giving it. "Why will it hurt?" The young h/c girl asked turning around. "You're to young to know right now, but at some point you will." By the time Y/n turned fifteen she learned that loving someone can hurt after she stood next to her brother and best friend looking at the slab of stone that marked their mother's grave.

The first time it happened she was pissed, but not at the right person at the time. The second red flag.. Screams are what filled the house as Y/n threw clothes at the tramp that was in bed with her drunk husband. She was so anger, but that just hid the pain she was feeling three years for him to cheat. After shutting the half clothes harlot out on the front porch of the Malibu home she stormed back to Tony. He stayed in his boxers on the bed looking dazed he was drunk. "Why?" Is all she could ask as tears fell down her cheeks. The billionaire stood up and walked toward her he wiped her tears. "I'll change. I promise." He kissed her head. She believed him she had faith that he couldn't change for them. After all Y/n did the same she gave up being a hero along side her brother because he told her he already worries about getting home to her as Ironman no need to add the stress of not knowing if she'll get home. So she hung up her red, white, and blue catsuit for him.

After a year Y/n sat in her art studio wear she sold her and other rising artist artwork after Tony said she shouldn't paint in the tower,she painted with her brother laughing messing with colors. She was thankful she put down plastic tarp beforehand a giggle rang out when Natasha walked through the door. Without saying anything she drops a magazine on the table of brushes next to Y/n. On the cover was Tony kissing some red head though a window tears welled in her eyes as she wiped her hands he eyes not leaving the cover till it was picked up off the table. Natasha comforted her as Steve took the magazine and paced. " Am I stupid for trusting him? Thinking he would change?" She asked as the waterworks flowed. "No ,if anyone is stupid its him. Ever since he came out as Ironman he thought he was untouchable. God imma kill him!" The red head said while Steve was flexing his hand not wanting to hit any of the stored art pieces. The third red flag for all to see.

The bus rocked back and forth as she looked over at her brother sleeping next to her. They were heading to the airport and he was going to see her off before possibly killing Tony. Speaking of she looked down at her phone and saw dozens of missed calls and hundreds of unread text. She felt that the world was so much bigger after leaving, after getting away from the place that no longer felt like a home. Turning back to the window a memory came to surface as a teenage girl sat on the bus watching old Brooklyn go by. She thought life was so slow she wanted to grow up faster and experience life. Y/n wanted to find love like her parents had. "What are you thinking about doll?" She turned and in Steve's place was Bucky her adoptive big brother. "Nothing important, James." She said with a sigh as the old modeled cares turned back to modern vehicles and yellow taxi's.

Tony woke up and ran around the tower while calling and texting his wife. "Friday track Y/n' s phone. He said as he went to the lab to get in his suit. "She's as NYC airline." The irish voice answered as he stepped into the suit letting it close around him. Before the hatch could open completely he was flying out of the tower to the airport. "Any idea which flight?" He asked wanting to get there before it's to late. "No boss, but the next flight leaving is heading for U.K and boarding in fifteen minutes." Time was running out he needed ever second he could spare. "We'll make it in ten." That night Ironman flew to save whatever he had left.

Y/n held her ticket in her shaking hands her breath uneven. Steve left after the bus dropped her off they said their goodbyes not making the separation hurt any less. Her thoughts came back to Tony all the good times made her smile, but the dark clouds took them over soon after. It felt so right to be in his arms thinking about the future they had with each other within seconds that became a distant memory. What's sad is she wants to go back wondering if she held on to those moments longer they'll last forever. The ring she slipped back on her finger weighed a ton. Y/n didn't have the strength to take it off not for good at least and this made her feel weak. Pain was heavy in her heart from the constant ache, but the little voice kept saying maybe if we tried harder he would have loved us the way we love him, maybe rushing into a relationship wasn't the best idea, maybe he's happier without us ,maybe not telling him about the positive test was the best option ,maybe...maybe.

A hand resting on her stomach she wanted to laugh, but that would have brought on a fresh wave of tears. She started off the day without Tony in bed and sicker then she's been since her pre-serum years. Y/n went to the doctor completely covered form any prying eyes and the test were clear she couldn't believe it she took about ten test in her studio bathroom before heading back to the tower. Howard warned her and Steve that the serum might sterilize them, but at the time both of them were to small and sickly and she knew getting pregnant might kill her anyways so they both agreed to it. Y/n wished she could hug the man today he made her better and let her have a gift she never thought was possible. A baby was growing inside her. Tony never really talked about kids and neither did she since that wasn't a possibility before, but the moment she held five of the clearer test she wanted to rush into his arms and have him be the first to know. That quickly fell apart that evening and now she's here.

The suit landed out side the airport and Tony immediately ran out of it into the building looking through his tented shades he followed the path Friday set for him rushing through security. "Now boarding flight A145 to United Kingdom. Ahora aborda—" The intercom rang out. He was running out of time. There he saw h/c hair one of a couple dozen in line due to the oddly timed flight. "Y/N!!" Many heads turned at the shout while so gasped and whispers started. She looked at him and froze. His eyes looked bloodshot and he wore baggy sweats and a AC/DC shirt. Turning back around she tried to get on the plane quicker, but a hand grabbed her arm. "Please listen to me. I'm so so sorry! I'm a fucking moron okay? I know I just keep screwing up between us and I know you're tired of me saying I'll change, but if it means I keep you in my life I'll do damn near anything." Tony's voice shook as his eyes welled with tears people crowed to see the Starks some seemed to clued in on the subject while others were lost. "You can't fix this Tony. There's nothing to fix between us you said your piece and actions speak louder then words there is no saving this." Y/n whimpered holding her hand in her own.

"I can save us, N/n! Please just give me a chance too. You and me against the world right?" She shook her head no as she looked into his brown eyes with her glassy e/c ones. "Wrong. You just don't get it do you? You don't save a marriage by sleeping with other people. And I gave you more then enough chances to change because God I changed so much for you!! I gave up saving people, gave up painting in the tower, stopped helping Pepper with business, stopped going to briefings, and so much more. All for you and you couldn't do one thing for me." With quivering hands she gently brushed the tears from his cheeks letting her hands go from his shoulders to his hands. "I loved you, Anthony. I always will have a special place in my heart for you, but clearly the same doesn't go for you." Y/n now held one of his hands bringing his knuckles to her lips giving them a chaste kiss.

She let go of his hand as she stepped back from him many of the passengers having already boarded the plane. "Don't say goodbye." He said voice small and weak. "...don't think of this as a goodbye. We just met at the wrong time in the wrong place. Maybe I'll come back to you and just maybe we can start again from the beginning, but until then this is a see you later." She turned and went on board as he stood their feet glued the the floor. Looking down at the hand she held the ring sat in his palm she left him with a piece of his heart while she took the rest with her. What is a marriage without love

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A/n this is the second to last one before the full masterlist is posted. Fyi I wrote a happy ending and if it's really wanted I'll make a short one-shot of it but angst ending for now.

Next quote is a free space and I'm going ham!!!!

[spideyskrunkly]

Hungry for Help (Ch2)

Characters: David Jeremiah Jones, Kailin Stanford, GPD, CC suspects

Relationships: June/Jones (complicated)

Warnings: Swearing, somebody got drunk from grief and is being a dumbass, mentions of starvation, someone crying

Kailin and Jones just wants to find the killer asap and get this over with.

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"It's June we're talking about!" Kailin did hang out with June a few times to know he would never be a killer.

"He would kick ass. I'm not saying he'd kill someone though." Jones never wanted to see his partner kill someone. "Plus, I'm a little scared for him and I think that maybe he's not in the best condition... God, why did I leave him alone."

"You left him alone in his house?!"

"He said he wanted to be alone! He didn't even want me to be there for long."

"Fuck it, we might as well check on him. And I think we should have another look in the carwash..."

"Alright, I'll drop you off at the carwash and walk on on over to June's house. Thankfully, both places not that far."

"Sounds like a deal." And with that, the two left.

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Jones and Kailin were off. Kailin went to the carwash as Jones went over to June's place.

Kailin looked through the office and found a board full of addresses. She searched for Sheng's address. "In the apartments? Could be helpful."

"Why hello, little fella! Mind telling me why you're in my office?"

Kailin looked behind her to find Jack. "I'm uh... Temporary Officer Kailin. I'm on the case about a Sheng Shiloh."

"Aw yeah, your friend came over here and I told him about the last time he was here."

Kailin thought hard. "What was your relationship with Sheng? Were you guys close?"

Jack answered with no hesitation. "He and I were pals. He only came here a month ago and we became full buddies! If it weren't for the system, I'd make him employee of the month... too bad that ain't never happening now."

"... Right. Well, I got his address so... have a nice day."

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Jones made it to June's place in the apartment buildings and use the spare key he gave to him.

As he opened the door, he noticed the room was empty.

"June? I know thing are... pretty bad right now... but I need, NEED your help on this case. It's only just this case, don't worry. I promise, if you just answer my questions, I'll leave."

...No answer.

"...June?"

He walked in, hoping he was okay. Then he heard giggling from the bedroom.

"... June?"

He hurried into the bedroom, only to end up... embarrassed.

June was alright physically. Not with his emotional state though. Next to him were 2 bottles of strawberry wine and playboy magazines as he layed in bed reading one of them in his green shorts and blue tank top. Not only that, he seemed in a silly goofy mood.

Holy shit. He was drunk. Again.

"JUNE! WHAT THE HELL!" Jones couldn't help but feel,embarrassed for this idiot. Sure, his brother just died, but there could have been another way to go about this.

"David!!! I'm so *urp!* happy to see you! <3<3" June tossed the magazine to the side and stood up. Not straight enough, though. (Literally)

"Oh my fucking God, you are such a moron sometimes. I CAN'T EVEN INTERROGATE YOU NOW, DUMBASS!" Jones raced over to June as he was trying to balance. June looked up and down at Jones and said this:

"Can you handle my weak legs, David? Cuz I would have fallen for you if you didn't catch me..."

"Oh my God. June. You're clearly not in a state to even do anything. You're drunk."

"Baby, all these bottles and I still need a sip of you."

"BRO."

Little did Jones know, Kailin was watching this from the door of June's bedroom.

"WHAT IS GOING ON 💀"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT! HE'S DRUNK!"

"DRUNK IN LOVE FOR YOU, SWEETIE 😋"

"Lmao I gotta take a pic of this."

"NO! NO. NO. I- June. June. You're clearly not in the right mind to be interrogated, so I'm just... gonna have someone over and... keep watch over you."

"Best we could do-"

"NO! NO, DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE SHENG DID, PLEASE...." June embraced Jones and wanted to hug Kailin, but she was too far away. "Please, don't leave me like Sheng an- and Remise and Howie- Howard!" And mom and Calvin and- and... I don't know man, just please! Don't leave...." June started to cry as he held onto Jones.

Jones started to feel really bad as he remembered why June got drunk today. He held June in a warm embrace. "I just have to investigate your brother's murder, okay? But for right now, I'm gonna send someone over to watch you. We'll stay with you until they come."

June calmed down and looked at Jones with heartbreak and pain in his amber eyes. His scars madee him look more beau- sad. Just. Sad.

"Kailin, call Nathan to have him take care of June. I'm gonna try to get him to go to sleep."

-

Nathan stayed with June, who was sounded asleep from his headache and sadness. He didn't seem to have a problem with it anyway.

Jones and Kailin continued their investigation by heading to Sheng's apartment which, was far from June's place and from GPD.

They explained to the office why they were there and got free access anytime.

"So... wanna explain about uh..." Kailin was referring to what happened back at June's place.

"Sometimes he drinks because he's frustrated (mostly from work or Frincley) and then he goes in some lovey dovey mood because of how the taste of strawberry wine is. He usually would drink like one glass which was ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY enough for him. But this case... may have hit him hard. And until he's sober, we're just gonna have to wait."

Kailin checked her photos as they entered Sheng's appartment. They looked around for clues. "Hey, old man, I found this bat w/ some blood! This might be what was used to hit Sheng!"

Jones turned to Kailin. "Ok, first of all, don't call me that, second of all, you should find some sample off of that. Here." Jones handed the sampler to Kailin. "And when you're done, hold onto that so that we can give it to Grace later. Meanwhile, I'm gonna search through this book, it seems to hold photos of when Sheng came to Grimsborough."

Jones looked through the pages.

June 21, 2014 - came to Grimsborough w my girlfriend !

"21st of last month. I'm really sorry, man."

June 23 - I got a temporary job here. The boss and I are good friends!

"So the boss was telling the truth." Kailin peeked over Jones's shoulder.

June 24 - woah! I see GPD and my brother's here ! Hi June!

"He would have loved to see you again..." Jones and Kailin felt bad. They continued the page.

June 26 - Quinn and I managed to earn the money to where it's enough for him to work at the park to sell ice cream! I really oughta visit him, he's a cool dude!

"Quinn? QUINN STAVES!" Kailin yelled loud enough to where she almost destroyed Jones's ear.

"Ay! Watch it! Do you know him?"

"Yeah! This guy sells ice cream everywhere at the park where Sheng was murdered! He might have seen something if he was there!"

"Then maybe we should go back to the park and see he's there."

"What about this book, what do we do with this?"

Jones looked at the book and thought. "We'll hang on to this till the end of the case. And then, we'll give it to June once this case is over."

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After sending the blood sample to Grace, Jones and Kailin made it to the park and that's when Jones's phone started to ring. "Sorry, let me get this." He picks up and sees it's the chief. "Hello?"

"Jones! How could you let June find out about his brother's death?! I called Nathan asking where he was and said that the maniac's drunk and is asleep from the incident!"

"Calm down, Chief. We didn't think he'd find out. He must have been informed or may have eavesdropped."

"Well, harm is all done now. Did you guys find anything?! Leads, samples, anything?!"

"We sended a sample to Grace and we're actually about to talk to a suspect." Kailin spoke up for Jones. "Should be enough to help us."

"Well, get to it! Find the killer for June and Sheng!" He hung up.

Kailin managed to spot the ice cream man at the park. He had green eyes, shaved brown hair and freckles coming out of his face. "Ay, Quinn Staves! Don't move, we have questions for you!"

Quinn looked up from his cart and spotted the two officers heading towards him. "Hello! Would you guys like some ice cream! We have mango, strawberry, coconut, mint, bubblegum and cotton candy! Sorry, I don't really have watermelon right now. But I'm working on bringing it back!"

"Dang it." Kailin whispered under her breath. "I'll just have the cotton candy mixed with bubblegum." She pulled out her wallet.

Jones was more focused on the case. "We're here because a man was left to die here yesterday night. Have you seen anything, recently."

"Not really. I'm more focused on my business than what's going on around me. Here you go, young lady, that will be $2.50." He handed the ice cream to Kailin.

"Well, Sheng would have loved to see your business grow."

"SHENG'S DEAD?! SHENG SHILOH?! Man... he and I were two pals in a pea. I used to work at the carwash with him. He and I would support eachother."

"His boss seemed to have favored him more. Did jealousy get to you?"

"Jealous? I supported my man if anything! He was the best guy around. Sure, his girlfriend and him had their ups and downs, but I wouldn't blame him. She's been reading playboys and drinking wine lately. Obviously a whore."

"Sure, maybe we'll... not call her that. But thanks anyway." With that, Jones and Kailin left.

As they headed back to GPD to wait for Grace, Jones had more thoughts racing. "I feel like maybe we'll have to question his girlfriend at some point. She seems to really have had a complicated relationship with Sheng."

"Maybe. But right now, we should head on back. ...Is June gonna be okay? As much as it was funny to watch him drunk, it's really sad."

"Oh, now you're worried about him?" Jones said with a teasing smirk. "I thought before you said 'No! I'm never getting attached to anyone here! Bleh!'"

"Shut up, asshole, you were being lovey dovey while having June fall asleep. Caressing his head and whispering to him. Wanna explain?? 📷"

"PUT THAT CAMERA AWAY! MATTER OF FACT, LET ME GO THROUGH IT!"

"No!"

-

In Grace's lab layed the blood sample of all their answers.

"So, I have found that the killer has orange or amber eyes. I couldn't tell which, but I managed to run blood tests to show what the eyes can see."

"Tha- thanks, Grace."

"Something the matter, Kailin?"

"June... fits most of the description..."

"Not all of it." Jones butted in. "He doesn't own a white shirt."

"How do you know??"

"He says it makes his... breasts show."

Suddenly laughter shotted in the air from Kailin and Grace.

"Of course he would say that 😭😭😭"

-

"So our killer wears a white shirt, drinks wine, has amber or orange eyes and... reads playboys. Got everything?"

"Yep." Jones nodded as he filled the killer's description in his notebook. "Now we just need to-"

"OFFICERS! OFFICERS! HELP! THEY'RE GONNA RUIN EVERYTHING!!"

Quinn ran into the room like a maniac. Kailin quickly rushed to him. "Hey, asshole! What's your problem?!"

"You might wanna reword that, Kailin." Jones patted her on the shoulder. "Is everything okay, Mr. Staves?"

"SOMEONE DAMAGED MY CART! GET THEM!!"

Ch2 End

[lovelyylittleladyy]

Ugly Love by Colleen Hooover

-THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS-

Description: "When Tate Collins meets airline pilot Miles Archer, she knows it isn’t love at first sight. They wouldn’t even go so far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing Tate and Miles have in common is an undeniable mutual attraction. Once their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. He doesn’t want love, she doesn’t have time for love, so that just leaves the sex. Their arrangement could be surprisingly seamless, as long as Tate can stick to the only two rules Miles has for her."

Number of Pages: 337

Release Date: August 5, 2014

Publisher: Simon & Schuster

Rating: 7/10

Review: I have a love/hate relationship with this book. After getting through the official meeting of Tate and Miles (the main characters), it was like I knew what was going to happen next throughout the entire book. Like, of course, I'm going to fall in love with my brother's best friend and of course, he doesn't want a relationship, and by the end, of course, he's going to say he fell in love with me. It's pretty predictable. Now don't get me wrong, I truly still enjoyed reading this book, however, by the end it just got pretty boring.

MOST HATED PART: Nearly all of Mile's POV chapters were styled weird. Even though, apparently, he was 18 throughout his relationship with Rachel, it seemed like he was a preteen, looking through a playboy magazine. Seriously, each of his chapters were written like this:

" My heart forgets to wait and get to know a girl before it starts to claw its way out of my chest to get to her.

Rachel.

Rachel.

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel.

She's like poetry.

Like prose and love letters and lyrics

cascading down

the

center

of

a

page.

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel".

I mean every single chapter that is written about Miles' past is

written.

like.

this.

TW: I would say there are a few trigger warnings. Examples are drowning, car accidents, emotionally hurtful sex, brief marriage affairs, neonatal death, and just a little bit of incest.

SEX: You could say it was spicy. I mean there were a lot of sex-driven parts but was it nasty? No. They were very mature scenes, which I still enjoyed, but it's not very heavy.

I read this in a day. I was invested from the first page to the very last and I appreciate how easy it was to read with the complex emotions involved. It just wasn't epic. The ending felt very rushed and I didn't get the fulfilling ending I wanted.

All in all, don't just judge a book by it's reviews. Always read the book yourself because everyone has their own opinions.

Read well lovelies :)

[deanwinchesterswitch]

Weekly Fic Recs ~ Part One

It's very late, but my fic rec post is back. The past couple of weeks have been very hectic, which put me behind on my posts. However, I have been trying to keep up on my reading.

So... there are a bunch of fics that I would like to recommend from various fandoms, and pretty much everything from fluff to smut. It should be easy to find something to enjoy and share.

Because of the new limits for posts, I had to make two.

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors and heed the warnings for each fic.

Part Two

Are You Trying To Turn Me On? ~ @downanddirtydean. Author's Summary: A quick (and rough) fuck in the library with your boyfriend Dean after you (unintentionally) turn him on… and Sam’s supposed to be back any minute.

Hit & Run: Moving In ~ @anotherspnfanfic. Author's Summary: short little time stamp for my Hit & Run series. Takes place after the end of the series.

Salt, Sugar and Viruses ~ @babyboibucky. Author's Summary: You’ve been secretly making coffee for Bucky at the office.

You Don't Look At Me Like That ~ @downanddirtydean. Author's Summary: You may be a little bit too excited to be at your favorite diner again for the first time in years, introducing Dean to the best burgers in the world.

Broken Promises ~ @dreaming-about-fanfictions. Author's Summary: None. Star Trek - Bones x Reader

Rainy Night ~ @anotherspnfanfic. Author's Summary: None

How We Say Goodbye ~ @themoonandotherslikeit. Author's Summary: Y/N catches Dean sneaking off with his gun cocked and a serious expression on his face. She knows after being together for 7 years what he looked like when he was about to go into a fight that he can’t win, and this is that look.

Wherever The Whiskey Takes Us ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Bored, alone, and drunk in the Bunker, Y/N goes on a hunt for something magical to do, and of course, finds Dean. Or, rather, he finds her…

Dream Car ~ @carryonmywaywardbucky. Author's Summary: Dean is used to absolutely nobody besides Bobby working on the cars at Singer Auto. When he sees someone that’s clearly not Bobby tinkering beneath a car he’s never seen, he’s understandably intrigued. He becomes even more intrigued, however, when you slide out from under the car.

Through the Shadows ~ @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters. Author's Summary: A nightmare alerts him of her discomfort, and he is right there to take it all away.

Home To You-Eight ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author's Summary: Dean enlisted in the hopes to help secure enough money for Sam to be able to go to college. Of course he didn’t tell Sam. Why would he? Sam would understand, right? Turns out, Sam didn’t get it, and is giving Dean the silent treatment for over a year. In Dean’s desperation to reconnect with Sam, Dean reaches out to his brother’s best friend. Little does he know that the hurricane named Y/N will turn out to be the reason he wants to stay alive and go back home for.

Dean's Jeans 2 ~ @watermelonlipstick. Author's Summary: Spending the afternoon working on the driveway with Dean, Sam, your daughters, and nephew.

Welcome home (part 1) and (part 2) ~ @waywardbaby. Author's Summary: A beautiful encounter that turned into something so much more.

Mechanic and Mistletoe-Epilogue ~ @deanwanddamons. Author's Summary: Y/N, an ER nurse is driving home to her Mom on Christmas Eve. Her car breaks down on the side of the road. She calls Winchester Singer Autos and Bobby sends Dean to help her. Will she make it to her Mom in time for Christmas? And will she get back home in time for her shift on Boxing Day?

Public ~ @covered-byroses. Author's Summary: None (Drabble)

Close Quarters ~ @carryonmywaywardbucky. Author's Summary: When Lucifer and the reader are forced into a tight spot, she expects him to slip into his usual playboy role. When he doesn’t, though, you’re understandably confused but also unexpectedly attracted to his protective side.

All Our Sins ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: It has been a long time since your last confession, but you were pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to go like this…

Cops and Hunters pt. 1 ~ @apple-pie-life. Author's Summary: She was a hunter and it wasn’t exactly a profession legally recognized, so she never really had a good relationship with the law… until now?

Obvious ~ @babyboibucky. Author's Summary: You and Bucky are more than friends but less than lovers.

Welcome Home ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Your husband comes home for vacation and you both settle in for some R&R

when he forgets... @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: He says he doesn’t mean to, but it happens again and again.

Like A Fine Wine ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Jensen and the Reader have a playful argument about his ever youthful good looks

All The Ways ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: A Lust spell hits the Reader and Dean is the only one there to help, which is unfortunate as she doesn’t want to risk their friendship.

In His Bed ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: She needs a rebirth.

Too Close to Gone-Chapter 4, Chapter 5, and Chapter 6 ~ @jawritter. Author's Summary: Dean’s been gone for a year. You have been gone from the Bunker for just about as long. When you finally get the guts to go back “home” after leaving, someone you never thought you’d see again stumbles into your life, and now you have to figure out how to move on with a constant reminder of what you’ve lost following you around in the flesh.

Stripped ~ @risingphoenix761. Author's Summary: None. Original Poem

Your Eyes ~ @samwilsons-pillowpecs. Author's Summary: Sam Wilson is a loyal man with a big heart, no wonder he bonded so easily to Steve Rogers… but he loved you first. Now, his loyalties are torn.

Hunter's Farewell ~ @peridottea91. Author's Summary: You left to hunt on your own after one too many mistakes… Only to make the biggest one of your life

Wake Up, Dollface ~ @risingphoenix761. Author's Summary: None. TWD - Negan x Reader

[clownistyping]

A Witch & A Hick, Chp. 3

Little Secret

This chapter is just the two learning about each other and car problems lol.

Also warning for Elizabeth offering sex as payment lol, it doesn't happen. Also I do hc Lester living in a trailer bc its extremely common and realistic tbh.

Lester puts the truck in drive and looks at Elizabeth as he presses the brake, 

"I remember you said there's a town nearby, any chance we can go there to fix up my van?" Elizabeth asks as she pets the two dogs, 

"No need, they'll charge ya criminal prices. I can fix it." Criminal prices, he repeats in his head. 

"Oh come on, you've already done so much." Elizabeth says her face soft, 

"I insist! I can't just let them uh take ya money when I can fix it for free." He smiles and Elizabeth mirrors it. Lester gives from the brakes and drives towards his home, 

"I have a feeling there's something...more behind this." Lester gulps, 

"What made ya think that?" Lester nervously laughs and his hands tighten around the wheel, 

"That's how most men are, expect a favor for a favor. Though they often expect ya know." Lester blinks and cringes, 

"Aw that! I wasn't thinking anything like that, hell I wasn't even thinking about you doing anything." 

"I mean I'll do it." His eyes widen and he stops the truck again, 

"What?" He blushes and looks at the girl, 

"I'll get you off, I've done it before." 

"No no! I have to decline, I just ain't that kinda man." Lester nods to the woman who shrugs, he lied. He is that kinda man, he's had victims beg for safety with offers of sex. He always took it, but let's the girls fall back in the hands of his brothers. 

"Not that I don't find ya pretty!" He defends quickly and Elizabeth laughs, 

"You're real purdy, I just. I just can't." He sighs and Elizabeth notices how tense he is. 

"Thanks, for calling me pretty." She smiles, 

"I think you're real pretty too." She compliments Lester who blushes again, Lester has never talked to a stranger this long. Never had a girl call him pretty, never met her.

"Ya just sayin that cuz I'm given ya a ride." Lester chuckles and Elizabeth shakes her head, 

"Nope," she pops her P, 

"Everybody's beautiful in they're own way, just as nature intended." Lester blinks and remembers her van, the witchy collection in it. 

"Oh right, you're a witch!" Lester exclaims and Elizabeth nods, 

"How'd you know?" She teased and Lester laughs,

"How'd you even get in all that junk anyways?" Lester asks and flicks his hat, 

"It ain't junk. Don't be rude," Elizabeth smirks and Lester nods his head, Jonesey puts her head on Lester's lap. He pets the dogs head. 

"Sorry but, how did you ya know..start?" 

"My sister got me my tarot cards, she really showed me the basics of witchcraft. Our parents didn't really care all that much but never let us do it in the house. Guess that's why I moved out so early too." Elizabeth laughs, 

Lester pulls up towards a driveway of a trailer.

The trailer is a once white single wide, covered in vines and ivy. Bones hung from the porch ceiling, 

Elizabeth notices his front door was wide open, and in the yard were scatters of trash, car parts, bones and more. The windows were open but blinds were keeping the inside blocked. 

It looks like nobody lives there, as stray cats scurried under the trailer and hissed at each other.

"I'll be quick, I'll just unload your van and fix her right up in a jiffy." Lester smiles at the girl and gets out of the truck, Jonesey follows and Mac follows after her. 

Elizabeth smiles as she watches the two dogs sniff around and play, getting out of the truck her barefeet sink into the grass and dirt. She stretches, the truck wasn't entirely comfortable with Mac siting right on her. 

"Sorry for the mess, I don't really have guests." Lester says as he unhooks the van, 

"Its fine, I've seen much worse." 

"Nah, doubt it." Lester shakes his head and wipes his hands on his jeans, Elizabeth takes note of the depreciation joke he says. 

As Lester pops her hood and smoke rises from it, Elizabeth frowns. 

"That happened before?" Lester asks as he waves the smoke off, Elizabeth nods. 

"Yeah, I've had a couple engine problems. Mainly because of oil, but my light wasn't even on." 

"Yup, cars will do that. Just spring a problem on ya right as ya were doing fine." Lester grazes his hand over the engine and instantly finds the problem, 

"When's the last time ya changed the cooling fan?" 

"Never." 

"Cleaned it?" 

"Never." Lester sighs and Elizabeth frowns, 

"That bad?" He nods, 

"Your engine is busted, you're gonna need a new one." 

"Nooooo." Elizabeth groans

"Hey its okay, this happens all the time. It's just an accident." Lester tries to comfort the girl, she squats and hides in her knees. 

"Hey now," Lester gets on his knee and pats the girls back. 

"We can maybe order one from the next town over, but it'll take a while for it to come in since we're basically in the middle of no where." Lester then sits with the girl and he blinks when he hears a sob come from her. 

"Jeez darlin, it ain't anything to cry about." He says and Elizabeth looks up, her makeup more runny than before, 

"This is my karma! I know it is and- and I shouldn't be cryin-ing but-" she hides her face again and Lester stutters, 

"Aw no no, this ain't karma just an accident. Honest." 

He isn't entirely sure what else to do, seen plenty of girls cry in Ambrose. Ain't none of them cried like this. 

Crying about karma, hell if karma was real he'd be dead, he thinks and shakes his head. He gently pats the girls back as she sobs. The two dogs show up and sit around the two Mac places his head on the girls back. Pushing Lester's hand away, Elizabeth quickly hugs her dog.

After a couple minutes, her sobs stop and she looks up. 

"Im sorry Lester, I just. It's just been a lot today," she says and wipes her eyes, smudging her makeup. 

"Wanna talk about it?" Lester ask and Elizabeth looks around, noticing the sun is starting to set. 

"No, not right now. I'm just tired now, sorry for bothering you with my emotions and junk." 

"Ain't no bother at all, I'm happy to help." She shows a smile from his words as he stands, he puts his hand out and she takes it to stand. 

"I know, and thanks again. Do you think it's alright if my van stays the night? I'll try to go to another town in the morning and order an engine. I'll find a motel too." She says, trying to clean her face up from tears and makeup. 

Lester raises a brow, and Elizabeth shakes her head already knowing he'll offer his home. 

"Lester please you've already done so much for me! I promise that by tomorrow I'll be out of your hair." She says and Lester shakes his head, 

"Darlin, How about we both go into town order you an engine and when it gets here I can put it in. If you think I'm letting you sleep in that hot van for the night you're dead wrong." Lester stands up straight and crosses his arms, Elizabeth actually has to look up to see his face. 

"I've got a spare room, it's messy and mainly holds all my junk but it's got a bed, a desk and a closet." Lester says and Elizabeth takes a deep breathe, 

"Thank you," she says and Lester uncrosses his arms, 

"I mean it, without you I'd probably be kidnapped by some crazy guy. Unless you are the crazy guy." She jokes and Lester nervously laughs.

"I like to call myself unqiue." Lester jokes and Elizabeth laughs, 

"That you are friend, that you are." Elizabeth says and watches as the sun falls behind the trees.

After grabbing her needed things from the van, the two walk towards the trailer. 

The two walk onto the wooden porch, Elizabeth's hands grazing the bones hanging above, 

"Those are my people repellents, makes hikers skedaddle." Lester jokes and Elizabeth smiles, 

"They're beautiful," she compliments and Lester walks through the open door, 

"Yup, they sure are. I uh, I keep my door open so the strays can come in and relax and get away from the heat." He says and flicks on a light, it blinks a few times but turns on. 

The two are standing in the living room, the couches covered in fur and scratches. Clothes are all around and clean and unclean bones sit on the coffee table. 

But the recliner is free of fur, just a flannel on the back. 

Lester notices his playboy magazine on the coffee table and quickly snatches up the magazine, Rolling it up he laughs embarrassingly. 

"Sorry about that, again not often I get guests." Elizabeth smiles and shakes her head. From behind the two, Mac and Jonesey come running in. They jump on the couch and sit next to each other. 

"My house is there house." Lester pets Jonesy's head and smiles, putting the magazine behind the couch during this. He turns to face Elizabeth whose staring at the bones, 

"I'll show you to ya room," Lester walks to the right and opens a bedroom door, 

The bedroom filled with bones in boxes, books, clothes and random knick knacks. He quickly lifts boxes from the bed and pats the dust off. 

"My casa your casa." He smiles and Elizabeth places her stuff down, Lester stands in the doorway now. 

"Thanks again, Lester. I really appreciate it." Elizabeth puts her hand out and Lester looks down at it. It's so small, he gently grabs it and Elizabeth grabs one of the bracelets on her wrist. She brings it over her hand and onto his, 

"I can't not give you a gift." She says and lets him go, Lester looks down at the bracelet. A whole set of animal teeth with beads in between. 

"I- thank you. It's so purdy." He says and continues, 

"You're a real uh...what's it called?" 

"Freak?" He quickly shakes his head, and takes her hand again. Putting their wrists together with the bracelets, 

"Unique," he smiles, "You're a real unique girl." 

"Is it because I mess with bones and junk?" 

"Well that, and because you're real nice." Elizabeth smiles, 

"You're just as unique as me Lester." She says and the two look at each other for a second, wanting this conversation not to end but not sure how to continue. 

Suddenly from behind Lester, Mac barks. 

Elizabeth laughs, 

"It's past his bedtime, sorry he gets cranky when he's not in bed by this time." Lester let's the dog run past him and onto the bed, 

"Well, goodnight, um. Sleep tight?" 

"You too Lester." Elizabeth quietly shuts her door and Lester stares at the closed door. Jonesy whines from behind him, 

Lester turns to the dog and squats, he pets the dogs cheeks and smiles. 

"She'll be our little secret, right Jonesey?" The dog licks his face. 

[buffysummers]

delena, olicity and jess/rory

THIS IS SO HARD SHJDGh I just wanna say I love all three of these dynamics so much!

Olicity: Man, I just love them. I am a sucker for slow burns and this slow burn is done so well. They aren't perfect, but they have amazing chemistry, and they have so many beautiful moments. I love that Oliver is this rich billionaire playboy who ends up with the cute little genius that he met in IT. I love that Felicity keeps Oliver grounded and that she represents his humanity and ability to love. There's just so many ships out there that represent the darkest parts of each character, and yes, that's interesting. But it's refreshing to see two people bring out the best in each other. Not saying that they don't do dangerous and desperate things to protect each other, but that they make each other better. And they just fit together. Watching them raise William was just the purest thing, I loved their little family dynamic. Also the way the show ends... How Oliver wanted to be where he first saw Felicity for the rest of his eternity... so fucking beautiful and tragic.

Delena: What a problematic fav. What's so great about TVD is that all the ships are SO messy, that when people try to come at you for shipping certain couples over others, they really don't have a leg to stand on. Like, what, are you just not going to ship anyone at all from the show??? Having said that, they really have such great chemistry and they're always honest with each other. One of my biggest pet peeves is lying, so I love when two characters tell each other the ugly truth even if they know it's not what the other wants to hear. I love how selflessly Damon loves and protects Elena while she's in love with his brother. He truly does not think he has a chance with her, but he loves her so much that he constantly risks his life for her. I mean... it's all about... the yearning! And I love that when they do finally get together, they never doubt each other's love (except for when Katherine was in Elena's body but that's a whole other story). Another great slow born with great chemistry.

Rory/Jess: There is just nothing purer than two bookworms geeking out over books. I love how much they enjoy discussing books, I love how Jess challenges and excites Rory, I love how much they have in common and I love how Jess is always able to get Rory back on track in her life because she values his opinion so much. I think season 3 did them dirty. Like... season 2 was so!!! good!!! And when they finally get together, the writers are already planning Jess' exit. Their break-up was... underwhelming and felt so sudden. I really think that ASP was aiming for their endgame though, it seems like they were setting up Jess to be Rory's Luke. Having said that, they're last because it's canon that Rory loves Logan more. Whereas with both Olicity and Delena, their great epic loves were each other, and there's never a doubt of that.

i’m bored, so if you feel like it, send me a few characters and/or ships and I will rank them, with a brief explanation as to why!