#i was gonna do fancier textures for him but like have you ever tried to unwrap UVs? that shit sucks

[antirepurp]

im gonna love putting him into frontiers and discovering 170 vertices with shit-tier weight painting that float above his head

[charming-2d-boys]

What do you reckon are the adult-trio's hobbies, outside of, yanno, murdering, thieving, and stalking?

Okay, the way this was worded made me laugh out loud, ngl 😂

But that's an interesting thought, so let’s see...

Also thank you for the request and I hope you like it! 😄

Chrollo

I can't even say that stealing is a hobby because it's so ingrained into him that it's practically a way of life

we already know that he likes old books, but actually, he just wants to seem really well-read

which he is, of course, but he also likes reading comic books and romance books (talk about a guilty pleasure)

Chrollo. Loves. Baths

for real, he grew up in Meteor City and you've seen how it looks like over there, so now, whenever he's got the possibility, he just fills the tub, drops a bath bomb and just soaks in until his fingers get wrinkles

also, he loves the cleanliness and how good he smells and man, does he feel rejuvenated or what?

always wanted to learn how to cook fancier dishes (for whoever he was trying to seduce or impress)

never made it, mostly because he almost burnt the kitchen down after he left something to simmer because eh, he could read while he waited and... he pretty much threw the whole pot away

Chrollo never learnt how to swim, but whenever the Troupe go somewhere where there's a pool, he just lounges and tries to either sleep, read or read until he falls asleep

none of the members really stay next to him or on the same side as him on the edge of the pool after he accidentally pushed Feitan in... who dragged Phinks... who grabbed Machi by her swimsuit as she was passing by with her drink

Shalnark, Nobunaga and Uvo laughed their asses off that day as Chrollo just looked at them as if it was their fault they fell

said an oops under his breath as he tried not to smile behind his book while everyone else was ready for bloodshed as Phinks screamed at Feitan that he's an idiot and that he was innocent and sorry at Machi, Machi had her threads ready to tie him up and hang him upside down from a tree and Feitan was glaring at Chrollo from the pool, only his eyes visible as the rest of his body could barely reach the bottom of the pool (yes, he was standing on his toes)

Franklin just felt as if his hair was going white by the second from stress

Chrollo asked Machi to teach him how to sew better since some of his shirts kept ripping because of his... muscles

doesn't like Hisoka, but loves his magic tricks and he'd like to learn some (again, to seduce and impress potential targets, but also to entertain himself), but he'd be damned if he's gonna ask second-hand Ronald MacDonald to teach him

definitely tried looking those tricks up on YouTube and while some were really easy, he always grumbles because Hisoka's are always so cool and complicated and he wants to know how to do them, damn it

Hisoka

Hisoka sucks at singing

he knows it and guess what? He loves annoying his neighbours at Heaven's Arena by singing horribly and loudly until his voice cracks and even then, he continues until he feels his throat becoming sore

likes going shopping, especially after cosmetics and self-care products

and no, not just makeup, but anything: face masks, mists, face creams, hand creams, moisturizers, body sprays, bath bombs, bubble bath, you name it

Hisoka always smells nice because of this

even when he's had a fight and he's got blood on his body, whether it's his or his enemy's, the sweet smell of his shower gel almost overpowers the pungent smell of blood

doesn't ever buy sweets because he doesn't like them, except for Bungee Gum and the candy that usually came with Texture Surprise, and those are mostly out of nostalgia

even when he doesn't fight someone, he likes moving around and just has to busy himself with something

often goes jogging in the park nearby or hits the gym - not even gonna tell you how much he loves the attention he receives because he knows he looks good

he never really liked reading, so he doesn't really own many books and rarely even buys any, but he does have a few books of different genres that he re-reads sometimes

enjoys researching about the Dark Continent after hearing all those stories as a kid and wishing he could see for himself what it was like

has an entire room that is used as a gym if he doesn't feel like going outside or can't and buys a new boxing bag almost monthly

Hisoka likes playing rhythm games on his phone whenever he has to wait for something or someone and doesn't feel like using his cards to make a house of cards

likes drawing and creating clothes for himself, which he then takes to a tailor who is used to Hisoka's style and taste in clothing

Illumi

is needle polishing a hobby? For Illumi, it is

he loves playing with Mike, even if Mike is... not really like a normal dog, but even he appreciates a good belly rub

likes travel guides, especially because of some missions when he had to know about certain places and he ended up getting interested in everything the country/island/town had to offer

even as a kid and even now, Illumi sometimes sneaks into the kitchens for a late snack - everyone knows, no one bothers to tell him - and lives for those rare moments when there's ice cream in the freezer (mostly for Milluki, but he always leaves it for Illumi anyway because he has enough snacks and likes making his brother happy like that, even if it's a small gesture)

the Zoldyck estate has an indoor pool where Illumi always goes swimming and just float as he lets himself not care about anything or anyone - that's his moment and his favourite place where he feels the most relaxed

started learning how to make origami after hearing about the 1000 cranes that could grant your wish

doesn't really know what he would wish for, but it's mostly so he wouldn't have to ask Nanika

so, because of that, he left the cranes (203 to be exact) and started making other things out of paper

really likes brushing his hair and sometimes asks his mother to do it for him like she did when he was younger

Illumi likes playing hide and seek with Kalluto to test whether they can feel each other's presence or not

really enjoys buying and lighting candles around his room and whenever he takes a bath and can relax

always chooses those that smell like flowers

[myemergence]

The Only Reason

Pairing: Ruckley, Russley, Jevan (Josh Russo/ Evan Buckley)

Series: 911 First Kiss Week

Rating: Teen

Summary: Lately, Josh has been celebrating every single ridiculous holiday. It started with Strawberry Rhubarb Pie Day and has quickly progressed into multiple holidays being celebrated each week. Buck finds himself going along with each celebration, until National Fried Chicken Day.

Buck has ideas about which holiday he’d like to celebrate with Josh instead.

Read it on AO3

@nurse-buckley thanks for the beta, love!

*

“I’m here! Dinner can begin,” Buck announced once he stepped inside Maddie and Chim’s, ignoring the way that Maddie rolled her eyes as he made his way past her.

“Contrary to what you might think, we weren’t waiting on you to start dinner,” Maddie said.

“Ouch, you wound me.” Buck pouted, holding a hand to his heart as he spotted Chimney on the couch with Jee-Yun. “Thankfully there is at least one person here that’s happy to see me.”

“She’s too little to know better, Buck.” Chim waited until Buck took Jee-Yun from his arms before joining Maddie in the kitchen, and Buck trailed behind them.

“Jee loves her Uncle Buck.” Chim smirked at Maddie and she let out a small laugh, then opened the oven to check on the chicken. Buck frowned at their obvious teasing before looking down at his niece. “Don’t you, sweetheart?” She cooed up at him, and Buck smiled at her.

“I honestly don’t know how either one of you gets anything done with this adorable little face to look at.”

When neither one of them responded, Buck looked up and found both of them watching him.

“What?” Buck asked with a pinched brow.

Chimney grinned. “She has you wrapped around her finger already.”

Buck rolled his eyes, then spotted several pies on the kitchen island. “Um, Jee hitting the sweets already?”

“No, those would be courtesy of Josh. Didn’t you hear that he has been celebrating everything lately?”

Buck pressed his lips together. “What do you mean by everything, Mads?”

“It started with Applesauce Cake Day, then the other day was Strawberry Rhubarb Pie Day. He made half a dozen for dispatch, and we only finished two of them. If you couldn’t tell that already by the number of pies that are on the counter, I brought the leftovers home… and you’re not even seeing the one that Chim polished off last night.”

“Well, I’m not gonna complain because they’re delicious,” Chim commented, as he finished preparing the salad.

“Maybe, but it’s also the reason that dinner tonight is so vegetable heavy. He should be celebrating National Vegetable Day instead.”

A short while later they finished up dinner, and Buck was helping Chim with the dishes, while Maddie got Jee-Yun ready for bed, feeding her in the living room.

“So, do you know if Josh is joining us later?” Buck asked casually, wiping down the plate.

Chimney tilted his head to the side a little to look at Buck more completely, holding another dripping plate. “Any particular reason you ask?” Buck shrugged, trying to go for casually interested but knowing he’d been utterly failing at it lately.

“I just wasn’t sure if I was going to be taking just your money, or his too.”

“You won’t be taking anyone’s money, because we know if Maddie is playing that she’s going to slaughter us all.” Buck laughed, knowing that Chimney was right, as he added the plate to the pile on the counter. “And to answer your question, he said he’d be over around 8, so you’ve got 5 minutes, give or take.”

Josh arrived a few minutes later, and Maddie met him at the door before leading him inside. Jee-Yun had already been put to bed, much to Josh’s disappointment. “I can’t believe you put her to bed before I got here.”

“Well next time get here earlier,” Maddie said with a roll of her eyes.

“I was busy, Maddie.”

Buck couldn’t help the teasing smile that spread across his face. “Were you baking more pies?”

“No,” Josh said, “it’s not Strawberry Rhubarb Pie Day anymore.” He raised an eyebrow.

“So you’re saying if we finish these off that you’re not going to make more?” Chim asked.

“That is exactly what I’m saying,” Josh replied with a laugh.

“Sorry, Chim.” Buck glanced over at his brother-in-law who sat beside him at the table, pouting. “I tried.”

“Howie!” Maddie scolded, smacking his arm lightly with exasperation. “I swear I’m going to make Buck take all of the leftovers to his place.”

And if Josh made them, Buck really wouldn’t mind.

*

Buck walked into Josh’s house and was immediately hit with the overwhelming aroma of coconut. Josh had been planning to host a spa day at his place for a week now, with both Buck and Maddie coming over to reap the benefits of yet another celebration day, but Buck hadn’t been prepared to be hit by a wall of coconut.

Buck hated coconut, the smell and taste of it— but even more than that, the texture of shredded coconut was enough to gag about. Thankfully he was just there for a spa day, so he wouldn’t need to worry about that at least.

“I, uh, brought over some sliced cucumbers, even though Maddie said you didn’t need anything for today. She always uses these when she does a mask.”

“Too bad she won’t be here to benefit from them,” Josh said ruefully, to which Buck raised his eyebrow. “She had to bail, said Chimney had to work, and Jee had an appointment that she couldn’t miss.”

“She—” is a liar, Buck finished in his head, fighting off a frown. What the hell? “She’s really gonna miss out, huh?”

“Yeah, I mean I really catered today around things I know Maddie likes, but…” Josh trailed off with a sheepish smile and shrugged. “I hope it’s not a total waste.”

“I’m sure everything is perfect.” Buck paused, glancing around to see if he could tell what Josh had set up. “So I smell coconut, what is that from?”

“Everything,” Josh answered with a laugh. “It’s National Coconut Day. So naturally, we’re celebrating with everything coconut. Follow me.”

Coconut. Everything.

He was going to kill Maddie.

“I just finished making some pina coladas if you want one?” Josh offered, adding a pineapple wedge to the rim of two glasses before holding one out to Buck.

“A little fancier than my usual beer, but I think I can be a little adventurous today.” Buck chuckled, taking the drink from Josh’s outstretched hand. He ignored the jolt that he felt when Josh’s fingers brushed against his. “Thank you.”

Josh grabbed a drink of his own before casting a glance in Buck’s direction. “I don’t think that being adventurous is really a stretch for you.” Josh paused, then added. “I seem to remember more than one rescue, particularly the ones that Maddie was freaking out about because they were risky.”

Buck shrugged his shoulders, wearing a sheepish smile as he followed Josh towards the living room. “That’s my job.”

Josh laughed, sitting down on the couch and shifting his body so that he was angled towards Buck. “So are you saying that it’s more adventurous for you to drink a pina colada than to rush into a burning building, or rappelling off the side of a cliff?”

Buck laughed lightly, feeling his cheeks warm, while his mind was on an endless loop of I hate coconut. Maybe it hadn’t exactly been adventurous of Buck to drink the pina colada, but for the effort that Josh had put into the day, he couldn’t let him down by telling him he hated everything coconut. He brought the drink up to his lips, taking a small sip before answering, trying not to react to the sudden taste flooding his tongue.

“Jumping into action at the scene when someone needs to be saved, that’s just instinct kicking in,” Buck explained, setting his glass on the coffee table, letting his gaze settle on Josh.

“That’s because you’re a hero,” Josh stated, setting his own glass down. “And heroes deserve to be pampered.”

“Josh, I’m not a hero,” he argued.

“I seem to remember watching you, trapped under a fire rig just doing your job and responding to a call, then in the months that followed you fought with everything you had to get back out there. Saved hundreds of people when you were off-duty during the tsunami. I could go on,” Josh said, “if you want.”

“Um,” Buck cleared his throat, running a hand over the back of his neck as Josh explained why he thought Buck was a hero. He shook his head a little. “That won’t be necessary.”

“In that case, I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home.”

Buck tried not to let his mind linger too long on how the atmosphere at Josh’s felt different today, more intimate without Maddie’s presence. She was always there, as a buffer, keeping Buck from making a fool of himself in front of Josh. Yet today, there was nobody to save Buck from himself.

Josh came back a few minutes later, setting a round container on the table and the sliced cucumber beside them. He told Buck to go wash his face before they got started, and when Buck returned, Josh set a pillow on the couch.

“Lay down,” Josh instructed.

Buck hesitated for a moment before laying down, resting his head on the pillow. “You know, we could do yours first—I know this is more your thing with Maddie, and I—”

“Anybody ever tell you that you’re argumentative?” Josh looked down at him, mouth turned up in amusement.

Buck rolled his eyes, watching as Josh grabbed the pouffe to sit on, his expression turning more focused as he moved the coffee table closer, making sure that what he needed was in reach. “Usually they just tell me I’m a terrible listener.”

“Close your eyes and relax.” Buck hesitated as he looked up at Josh, watching as Josh’s smile turned into a grin. “You know, they’re not wrong.”

“You always invite guys over and then call them argumentative and bad listeners?” Buck asked, finally closing his eyes.

“And they say I’m the dramatic one,” Josh teased. Buck heard him shuffle around on the table, then a moment later Josh’s voice again. “I’m going to put a warm washcloth on your face first. Just relax with it for a minute.”

The heat from the washcloth felt soothing against his skin, and Buck felt himself relaxing more, despite how this afternoon came to be just him and Josh having a spa day at home. Josh’s fingers brushed against his forehead a minute later, removing the cooling washcloth from his skin.

“So, what’s your skin regimen like anyway?”

“Uh,” Buck laughed softly. “Usually just soap and water. I don’t really have a skin regimen.”

“Well that’s offensive.” Josh’s eyes widened comically as he looked down at Buck. “First of all, that’s so bad for your skin, especially given that you deal with smoke exposure on a regular basis, not to mention the sweat. Second of all, it looks like you take great care of your skin… which is unfair, given that you absolutely do not.”

“Are you going to convert me into a skin care enthusiast?”

“I see that sarcasm is definitely a Buckley family trait.” Josh glared at him playfully. “I’m going to apply the mask now. It’s just avocado, coconut oil and some nutmeg. It’s supposed to be great for anti-aging and really moisturizing, not that your naturally flawless skin needs it.” Josh’s gaze flickered away from his, grabbing the container from the table, collecting the paste onto a brush before moving closer.

“I was really not expecting a green mask. You’re going to make me look like Maddie all those times I teased her when we were growing up,” Buck said.

Josh laughed, beginning to spread it over Buck’s skin, making Buck close his eyes again. It only took a minute before Buck’s face was thoroughly covered and Josh moved away with the container.

“Just relax for about fifteen minutes, and then we’ll get you cleaned up,” Josh said. He returned a few seconds later, setting something cool over each of his eyes, which Buck could only assume were the cucumbers.

Buck became more conscious of his breathing as the minutes passed by, the quiet of Josh’s home surrounding him. “15 minutes up yet?” Buck mumbled, not even sure if Josh was still in the room.

“Uh, just about,” Josh answered. “I’ll get you cleaned up in just another minute.” There was another stretch of silence until Buck heard the shutter of a camera, quickly followed by rapid tapping.

“Josh?”

“Just a second, Buck.”

“Josh, what are you—” Buck removed the cucumbers from over his eyes, finding Josh standing not too far away with a mischievous smile on his face. “You can’t take a picture of me like this.” Buck gaped at him.

“I mean, I already did,” Josh said with a little laugh that lit up his entire face. “And I might have accidentally sent it to your sister.”

“Accidentally?”

“Maybe intentionally.”

“You have no idea what you’ve done. I’m never going to hear the end of this. She’s going to show Chimney, and it’ll circulate around the firehouse. Hell, Chim and Hen will probably blow up the picture and post it all around the station,” Buck finished dramatically, groaning as he sat back.

Josh smirked but didn’t say anything else, although his expression made it clear that he had plenty to say. He tapped out another response on his phone before he slipped the phone into his back pocket.

“We should go get your mask cleaned off, before your face is stuck like that permanently.” Buck’s hand shot up to his face and touched the mask, and Josh snorted at the appalled expression on Buck’s face.

“You know, I think my sister has influenced you way too much for your own good.” Buck followed Josh towards the bathroom, stepping into the room and turning on the warm water. Josh grabbed a clean washcloth and handed it to him. Josh disappeared from the doorway, leaving Buck to clean the thick green mask from his face.

Buck looked at his reflection and grimaced. “I can’t believe there’s a picture of me like this floating around,” he muttered. He tried to clean the mask off of his face and to not make a mess but this was… way messier than Buck expected. “Oh my god.” Green sludge covered the sink and the counter, and it was dripping off of Buck’s face like something out of a horror movie.

“Buck? You doing alright, you’ve been in here for—” Josh’s voice broke off with laughter. “Oh… wow. What is happening here? You—wow. This is a sight.”

“You keep saying that,” Buck said, cutting a glare in his direction, resulting in a green-tinted water dripping onto the counter.

“You are a disaster, Buck. Sit down.” Josh laughed, directing him away from his position in front of the mirror until he was sitting on the closed toilet lid. Josh grabbed a hand towel to wipe at the excess water dripping from Buck’s chin, first. Josh cupped Buck’s chin, gently tilting it until he was looking up at him. Buck swallowed hard as they held each other’s gaze, and the laughter disappeared from the room, replaced instead by a tension that Buck couldn’t quite explain, but made his heart race.

Josh took his time, patting off what was wet enough to wipe from Buck’s face. He worked silently for a few minutes, stopping to rinse off the wash cloth with warm water every so often before focusing his attention on cleaning Buck’s face.

“You know I could do this myself, Josh, I—”

“I don’t mind,” Josh said softly, and tossed the dirty washcloth in the sink before grabbing the clean hand towel he’d laid out before. “Let me just make sure we’ve got it all.”

Buck couldn’t find it in him to look away, mesmerized by Josh’s focus as he cradled Buck’s face, then the way he gently tilted it to the side from where he held Buck’s chin.

“Ah, missed a spot,” Josh said.

The feeling of the warm washcloth being wiped across his brow made his eyes flutter closed. Without his vision, Buck felt like he was suddenly more aware of everything else. The way that Josh smelled, and the fact that Buck could reach out and wrap his arms around the other man due to their closeness. Josh’s fingers still gripped Buck’s chin, moving the towel lightly over Buck’s skin, and dried off the last remnants of water.

“Think we got it all,” Josh whispered into the deafening quiet.

Blinking his eyes back open, he caught Josh’s gaze when they opened. Josh smiled at him, then his eyes settled on the spot just above Buck’s eye, rubbing his thumb over the skin there . In the past, Buck had been self conscious about his birthmark, hating how it made him stand out. But at that moment, as Josh studied it with such intent, Buck was glad to have it. Josh brushed his thumb over the skin a few more times, until their eyes met again. It’s like something clicked into place at the moment their eyes met, yanking Josh out of the intimacy of the moment, his jaw dropping open the tiniest bit as he took a small step back, putting some space between them.

“Well, your skin is perfectly soft now.” Buck forced himself not to frown at the loss of Josh’s touch, his stomach twisting as he fought the desire to reach out and tug Josh closer. “Not that it wasn’t before,” Josh added.

“Thank you for that experience. And for, uh, helping with the clean up,” Buck said. He stood up from where he was seated. “Definitely went above and beyond.”

“It was my pleasure,” he said.

“Well, now it’s my turn to return the favor.” Buck smiled at Josh, trying not to let the way that Josh made him feel when he cradled his face and studied his birthmark like it was some work of art. “But I can’t promise it won’t be an even bigger mess.”

Josh laughed, and the tension between them that had been there for only a few moments dissipated. “I’d expect no less.”

*

After National Coconut Day, things felt different between Josh and Buck, like somehow their relationship was no longer held together by Maddie. They began to talk regularly as the days passed, they texted and made plans to get together soon. Josh, of course, had another celebration day in mind—and after how the last one had turned out, Buck couldn’t find it in him to necessarily discourage it.

Until he’d learned that it was another food-centered celebration: National Fried Chicken Day. Josh was very invested, sending Buck links to different food blogs and recipes that he’d found on Pinterest to try: a classic southern fried chicken, buttermilk fried chicken, and even a KFC copycat recipe.

The intimacy of their home spa day played on repeat in Buck’s mind, the moment when Josh had cleaned Buck’s face, brushing his thumb tenderly over Buck’s birthmark. He’d thought Josh was going to kiss him, had even hoped that he would. In the minutes that stretched on afterwards, he’d felt disappointed, but shoved that feeling aside to unpack another day. And Buck had decided that maybe today was that day.

Buck sighed, looking at himself in the mirror one last time. He opted for a casual shirt and jeans since it was meant to be a low-key celebration, and grabbed his keys off of the counter on his way out.

Within twenty minutes he arrived at Josh’s door. Josh opened the door in an apron, which was certainly a look. “You’re just on time. I was about ready to get started.”

Buck smiled as he followed Josh inside, back towards the kitchen. He watched as Josh set a pan on the front burner of the stove, then moved fluidly to grab the bottle of the oil.

Now or never, Buckley.

“Step away from the oil, Josh,” Buck said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What? How am I going to make fried chicken without the oil?” Josh turned his head to look at Buck, who had moved closer now, standing beside him next to the stove.

“You’re not.”

“Buck,” Josh drew his name out slowly, thankfully having not yet turned on the burner, his full attention now on Buck. “We’re here to celebrate National Fried Chicken Day—”

“But your arteries are pleading with you to not do that,” Buck explained. “We could celebrate something else today.”

Josh frowned at Buck’s words. “Like what? You couldn’t have mentioned this days ago? What could we possibly celebrate that we just happen to have everything for?”

Buck trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, then dared to catch Josh’s gaze again. “It’s International Kissing Day.” Of course the only reason Buck wanted to celebrate that with Josh was for the betterment of his health.

“…and how would we celebrate that?”

“The only logical way that I could come up with is that we could kiss.”

A nervous laugh shook out of Josh, and a flush colored his cheeks. “Buck, I’m not going to let you kiss me just because you don’t want me clogging my arteries.”

“Well,” Buck swallowed past the nervous anxiety bubbling in his chest. “What about letting me kiss you because I like you, and this is all just a poorly crafted excuse to kiss you, masked as concern for your arteries?”

Josh’s eyes flickered to Buck’s lips, then back up to his eyes. “I-I think I’d be okay with it, if that were the case,” Josh whispered.

The corners of Buck’s pulled up into a smile, though his heart didn’t stop racing. “That’s good to hear,” Buck murmured, stepping forward to close in the little bit of space between them. He reached out, cupping Josh’s cheek as he looked down into his face. “Because I was really hoping that was what you would say.”

Buck leaned in as Josh’s eyes fluttered closed, and their noses barely brushed as he pressed his lips to Josh’s. The kiss was soft and sweet, like Josh, not frantic or urgent, and the tenderness made Buck’s heart swell. Josh’s hands ghosted against Buck’s sides before they settled at his waist. Finally, Buck dropped his hand away from Josh’s jaw, studying his features when he did.

“I hope that was okay,” Buck whispered, not able to tear his gaze away, as he cringed at his words.

“It was great, but…”

“But?” Buck asked.

“But I don’t think you can classify one kiss as a celebration,” Josh explained, a smile tugging at his lips.

“It would be like celebrating Strawberry Rhubarb Pie day with only one pie.”

“A travesty,” he murmured, sliding a hand to the back of Buck’s neck, pulling him back in for another kiss.

Buck decided, maybe he wouldn’t kill Maddie after all.

[sebastien-le-booker]

I am back with part 3 and i could simply end it here by saying “ go and watch all of Deran’s scenes from season 3″ because this season he looked awesome.

Until now, my favorite Deran was season 2 because of the hair. I loved his longer hair and i still love it, but after rewatching season 3, i have come to the conclusion that season 3 was the finest Deran, at least for me and at least so far, who knows what season 5 will bring us (i seriously doubt he would look that good, but you never know, maybe he’ll go through a midlife crisis and become a guru fashion in order to cope with everything that is happening, that would be a twist)

Anyway, let’s start

1.

I know this doesn’t have the best quality and that it’s nothing wow about his clothes, but here’s the deal. In this scene, through his attitude, his walk and a little through his clothes, Deran gave me the impression that he’s a grown up man. That he feels like that, he feels confident, he probably feels good with where he is in his life right now, probably away from the Smurf thing, she’s away, no 911 meetings, no nothing like that, and that is why i love this look.

It’s not that much about the clothes but more about his attitude and how he’s behaving, but fashion is about that too, right? the way you dress is an expression of who you are and you are feeling, so maybe it is about the clothes.

2.

The reveal of the short hair!!! He just pulled a job in LA, which, dude, good for you, and he stole these super expensive cars, Ferrari and idk what else, he’s wearing all black and he takes off his helmet to see this. I don’t remember what was my initial reaction to seeing him with short hair but i am absolutely gone for this now

3.

The necklace. I think he didn’t wear any necklace in season 2, but now he has it back. I tried to see what the pendant is, but i couldn’t see, he’s not gonna keep this one the entire season though. From what i noticed, later in the season, he’s gonna have a different necklace without a pendant.

4.

Look at this picture and tell me he’s not posing. Can you do that? No, because that is exactly what he is doing. Wanna know the funnier part? He’s talking to Adrian. Now, can you tell me he’s not doing it to impress Adrian? No, because that is exactly what he’s trying to do.

Look at his red socks!!!!! That he’s gonna wear multiple times.

The red socks, like probably 8 episodes later (also, please excuse the activate windows thing, i pretty much suck at computers, and it’s not affecting the way my laptop works, i won’t try to make it go away, it’s completely pointless)

More of the red socks.This is another episode, so he wore those socks at least in 3 episodes. That is either the same pair of socks and it’s his favorite pair or he has multiple pair of socks and they’re all red, in which case, his favorite color is red. I don’t know, but i notice those socks and i love those people that wear funny socks and i love this

5.

Black shirt, all buttoned up with those little details. Like i said in the beginning, he looks like he’s got everything put together and you know how in season one he said he doesn’t like shirts and now look at him wearing all these nice shirts that fit him so well and make him look so good.

6.

The blouse from season 1 and season 2 is back!!!!!! It’s my favorite and he looks so good (compared to craig who’s Not doing good at all)

I think it’s the same shirt, but he put a jacket over it. Here is an example of how you can turn a casual outfit into a job outfit. If you are ever annoyed by the people from LA for coming to Oceanside and raising the prices for houses and therefore you have to trash some buildings because fuck the real estate companies that raise the prices because of LA people, this is how you dress (if that is not the reason for why they trashed that apartment and then let loose a bunch of cats, i apologize, i never really understood why they did it).

7.

Google maps taking pictures despite the fact that they are under a bridge and he can’t be seen but it doesn’t matter, you never know.

8.

I’m not sure why i chose this, maybe it’s because of the jacket or maybe it’s because of the light and the hair, whatever it is, he looks really good and people should see this. 

I actually wanted to show his new earring!! which i love and which he took off at some point in the season and it never showed up again and i’m sad

9.

His butt. I know it’s supposed to be about clothes but his butt! Take it like this, those pants make his butt look good.

10.

I actually love the way his hair looks here. I think the other times he uses some products and it looks oily, but here looks like it doesn’t have any product and in general i’ve always liked the natural look more.

11.

I like that he wears colors and it’s not only black and white. I know that it’s darker colors but at least is color

I think it’s a textured fabric (i don’t know if that’s the word, but basically something like this, only not as pronounced as this: 

I don’t know if Deran’s shirt is like this one, but if it is i like it even more). I’m not the biggest fan of this kind of fabric but i like it on other people.

12.

You know those shows with cops? Like NCIS or Hawaii- 5.0? Deran looks like one of those hot cops

You know who else he looks like? Chris Hemsworth

We should be given more scenes of Deran taking off his helmet to be able to enjoy the hair that comes after!!! Also look at the necklace. It’s a different one, prettier and no pendant.

13.

Here he was at a photo shooting that is promoting motocross equipment.

14.

I seriously thought this was a jacket...

But here, the jacket looks like a shirt, moving on from the shirt, LOOK AT THE SUNGLASSES 

15.

Another nice jacket 

and look at the details and the zipper on his hand. It’s such a nice jacket

16.

Look at that baby pink t-shirt!!!!! 

Something else that i wanted to mention. His necklace

Here you can see his necklace but in the next frame he goes and does this

He goes and puts it under his t-shirt. It could be that it is Jake’s necklace, but i kinda doubt that, or it’s deran’s in which case this kinda shows that the necklace has some sort of a meaning. I think that if you would wear a necklace in order to make a fashion statement you would let people see it, but here he goes and puts it under his shirt. There is Craig for example, i think he has the same necklaces most of the time, but he doesn’t put it under his shirt, he let’s it out because it’s part of his outfit, right? Deran doesn’t do it. He has it when he wakes up, he puts a shirt on and that’s it. Point is, GIVE ME A BACKSTORY ON THIS GODDAMN NECKLACE!!!!!!!’

I think that’s about it on season 3. Season 3 Deran looks so good and he wore a lots of shirts in the previous season, but now he has even fancier shirts than the previous season. 

I’m not exactly sure what the conclusion of this season is. Maybe that while in the previous seasons he was trying things out, now he kinda got to the point where he knows what he wants, i think he also knew it in the previous season, but now he is also more mature. 

I know i mentioned this already, like twice, but i think in season 2 he was dressing like a 25-27 year old, the way he wanted, plaids and shirts that fit him, but now, he’s dressing the way he wants but maybe according to his age. He’s like, 30? so he’s dressing like a 30 year old and he’s doing really good.

Also, while season 2 Deran was going for SOFT now is more like “He’s hot and he knows it”

Now, my question is, is he going shopping alone, with a friend, is he shopping online? How’s that going on?

The link for season 1 and season 2

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Focus

WORD COUNT: 2,100

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Reader takes Kim up on her offer of attending the SNS after party.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Drinking, kissing, and…feeeeeeelings

A/N: Here it is folks, chapter 10!

TEN

As the discussion about drinks and where everyone was hanging for the night began to filter around the group, you realized the relationship they all had with each other was like that of a family. Just like Chris had said. There were no cliques, no gossip, and everyone truly seemed to enjoy everyone else’s company. Moving to grab your camera bag, and seeing it open and empty, a bolt of dread lanced through your body. Remembering suddenly that you’d set in down backstage in your haste to catch Chris earlier you slipped out the door as Misha walked into the room, making a beeline for the stage entrance. Never had you been so careless with your camera. Silently berating yourself as you almost ran down the narrow hallway, you sighed in relief when it was sitting on the same table you’d left it on earlier.

Taking a moment, you had to remind yourself that, while this was a new experience and the people all seemed amazingly welcoming - you were here to work. Leaving your equipment unattended in an unfamiliar environment was asking for trouble, and if it was lost or stolen? You shuddered to think what would happen.

Returning to the greenroom and carefully ensuring your bag was packed and put under one of the tables, you turned to find Kim approaching, a beer in each hand and that same infectious smile on her face.

Handing you one of the chilled bottles, she motioned for you to follow as she wandered out into the hallway.

“So, [Y/F/N] - how’s your weekend been so far? Enjoying yourself?" 

Taking a swallow of her beer, you could see the mischievous gleam in her dark eyes as she awaited your answer.

"Kim, I don’t take you for someone who skirts around what you really mean to say." 

Grinning at the woman, you watched as she pressed the call button for the elevator. 

Shrugging, she dipped her head and nodded as the two of you stepped into the lift, heavy steel doors closing after you with a soft chime.

"Touche. I was trying to hold back, can’t have you running screaming already can we? What with Chris and Rob following you around like lost puppies.”

Scoffing, you followed behind her as she pressed a plastic keycard to the lock on a set of double doors at the end of the long corridor. Several blinking lights and a faint buzzing sounded, the woman pushing on the heavy doors and leading you inside.

If you thought the green room was big, nothing prepared you for the enormity of the space you walked into.

The suite was easily a thousand square feet. A large stone fireplace divided the sitting area into two sections, groups of overstuffed armchairs framed long leather couches that were arranged on each side. A cheerful fire provided warmth and a soft light to the living space. Another set of large double doors were set into the wall just ahead, massive sheets of glass framed in dark iron leading to a private balcony.

Turning, you noted the room also had a large alcove lined in glass shelves, every conceivable type of liquor arranged within. A wide, six-inch thick slab of oak topped the bar, the dark stain highlighting the natural textures of the wood. 

“Wow, they really get you guys the best huh?” “This some kind of Penthouse?" 

You’d only ever seen rooms like these in magazines and movies - nothing about your salary could afford you a stay in a place like this.

"Yeah, Creation shells out top dollar for Jared and Jensen.” 

Kim said it like it was obvious, but with zero hint of jealousy.

Eyebrows shooting up into your hairline, you were suddenly feeling a little intimidated. 

"I’m pretty sure my entire house would fit in this room alone." 

The sentence was a mumble to yourself, and while everyone had been nothing but welcoming, you were reminded that most of the people around you lived a very different lifestyle.

“Yeah, me too.” “C’mon, let’s go take advantage of that wet bar, shall we?”

A short glass tumbler gripped in your right hand, pomegranate juice and vodka swirled together with edible glitter was mesmerizing. Fancier than you were used to, sure, but delicious all the same. 

“So, you gonna tell me about what’s going on with Chris and Rob or do I have to keep dropping hints and waiting?” Leaning into the edge of the couch on which she sat, Kim sipped her drink, the look on her face stating there was no room for anything but acquiescence.

Shrugging, you went on to tell the woman about the dinner with Chris, and how you’d thought it was just going to be a casual thing. When you mentioned the kiss and how strange it was to have him act like nothing had happened afterwards, you could see she was intrigued. Telling her about how both men kept asking about your relationship with the other, and how Chris had been oddly possessive of you all weekend, you weren’t surprised to hear her laughing by the end.

“Oh, [Y/F/N], they’ve got it bad, don’t they?” “It’s obvious Chris is into you, especially with his behavior. What’s strange is that he’s being so coy about it. See, Rob is good at unintentionally worming his way into your heart. Chris? Not so much. He tells it like it is, I’ve never seen him hint at anything and hope someone will figure out what he means.”

“So, what are you going to do?” When you merely shrugged, she emptied her glass, and, standing from the chair, leaned over to look you in the eyes. Bracing one hand on the edge of the couch, she gave you the best advice she could under the circumstances. 

“You can’t just ignore the issue and hope it’ll magically fix itself. You need to talk to them.” “But hey, have some fun, ya know? This is supposed to be a party - c’mon, do you want another drink?”

Smiling at her frank advice, you realized she was right. You didn’t have to decide anything right this second. In fact, you didn’t have to commit to anything at all. With that thought came some semblance of relief. And suddenly, you decided to worry about potential relationships later and just focus on enjoying your Saturday night.

As midnight came and wore on into early morning, you found yourself wandering out onto the balcony, sweat beading at your temples from the exertion of dancing with the girls. The air was unseasonably warm, a light breeze bringing with it the smell of pine from the trees surrounding the hotel. When the voices inside grew louder for a split second, you turned to see Chris had followed you outside.

“Hey.” A small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth as he approached the railing you leaned against. 

“Hey Chris, what’s up?” 

“Apparently we need to have a talk.” Turning to look back over his shoulder, you leaned around his lanky frame to see Kim waving through the window. When the man had turned back to face you, it was to see you rolling your eyes at the woman winking from the other side of the glass.

“Sure Chris, let’s talk.” The several drinks flowing through your bloodstream brought with it a certain bluntness you only possessed during such times.

Crossing arms under your breasts and staring up at the man who’d stopped only a few inches in front of you, you wondered if he’d gotten that close purposely or if, like you, he was a few drinks in and incapable of judging his distance. 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. How I have no right to be upset at you for dating Rob…and, you’re right.” “But, I–”

“I know I’m right, Chris - there’s never been an–”

The way the man looked at you just then had the sentence dying on your lips before you could finish the words. Clearly there was more he wanted to say. The smallest drop of moisture landed on your upturned cheek then, several others falling from the sky to land on the fabric of your dress. The breeze picked up then, a gentle gust dancing through the tendrils of your hair, sending the strands playing across your shoulders and back. 

Far from one to let a little rain dissuade you, you returned your attention to Chris, waiting for him to continue. When he stood there staring at you instead of talking, you tried to prompt him.

“But, what Chris?” “You’ve never had a hard time telling me exactly what you’re thinking. I mean, hell, it was your tough love that made me realize I didn’t need anyone’s approval on my work. It’s how I found my style, and it’s how I stopped waiting around for the people in my life to give me their blessing on how I should live in general.”

The moisture fell in heavier drops now, the wetness collecting on your shoulders and staining your dress a red so dark it was nearly black. Brushing the hair from your face, you waited to see if he’d say anything at all, or if he’d simply continue to stare at you.

*****

She was waiting for him to explain himself, and, as he stared down at her, he desperately wished he could. He wanted to be able to tell her that he thought about her all the time. He wanted to be able to tell her that he didn’t like her dating Rob, not because he was a bad man or that he was jealous, but because he desperately wanted to keep her all to himself. And he wanted to tell her that his interest in her had begun that fateful day all those years ago when she’d knocked him flat on his ass. But how did you tell one of your best friends that you were essentially in love with them, especially when she was intrigued by this other man. He knew Rob would be good for her, even if he told her he wasn’t. He wanted to say all of that, and yet, the words simply didn’t come. 

He was un-surprised when she sighed, realizing in that moment that as much as he said they should talk, that he either wouldn’t or couldn’t. Stepping around her friend, she was several feet away when his hand closed around her wrist, spinning the woman back into his very solid chest. Tipping her chin up with one hand, his lips were on hers before she knew how to react.

*****

Tensing, the kiss was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. Your hands exploring his chest as his lips roved over yours. Crushing your body against his warmth, he put all of the words he wanted to say into that kiss. Starting gentle, the intensity deepening with each passing moment, he brought his other hand up to join the first in cradling your face. When he stepped back a few moments later his eyebrows knit together in confusion when you laughed to yourself. 

“If that wasn’t the most cliche thing I’ve ever experienced…” Your eyes were bright with mirth as you tried to explain. Trouble was, that had been some kiss. Truth was, you were a little breathless, and maybe a little wanting more of the same. 

Pulling you into a spine-crushing hug, his scent washed over you again and you inhaled, closing your eyes and just absorbing the moment. With a reluctant sigh, you pulled away. This complicated things. While the two of you still needed to talk, you were pretty sure you knew exactly what he had to say. 

Rejoining the party, it appeared as though people had started drifting off to their own rooms, as the conversations had quieted and broken off into small clusters. Lowering yourself back onto the couch, the flames still crackled along a half-burned log, red embers glowing at their base. 

Looking around the room, you noted Clif laughing with a very inebriated Jensen and Misha. Briana, Kim and Ruth sat across from the pair with their own drinks, the conversation still flowing even as it approached two in the morning. Kicking off your shoes, you curled your feet up under your body, smoothing the dress over your legs. Eyes sliding out of focus as Chris’ kiss replayed in your mind, you startled when a set of calloused hands landed on your shoulders. Rob massaged the tense muscles for a moment before leaning over your shoulder to press a soft kiss to your cheek. 

“Hey beautiful.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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♡ 15 Days of Valentines ♡ | a Jon/Sansa meme ↳ 6/15: Pretend relationship | Casino Heist

In desperate need of some quick cash, Sansa engages the help of her brother’s card-counting friend Jon to help her rip off a Las Vegas casino.

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“New dress?”

“Yes.” Rubbing her hands down her sides, along the shimmery material of her black dress, Sansa glances down at her body with a smile. “I bought it this morning with that money you won me.”

Jon can only nod at that, though his telling eyes betray him, and Sansa can spot his struggle from her place five feet away.

She crosses the small distance between them; dragging bare feet along the cool carpet, as though to memorise its texture and feel.

They’ve got a small room at the hotel; one Jon had fought against, one Sansa had fought for. She’d won, of course.

And they’d been handed the key to a room with one double bed and one couch (which Jon had designated himself to sleeping on).

Stopping before him, she places one comforting hand on his shoulder, and one on his chest for support.

“I know I said it would only be a one time thing,” she begins, tries to flick wavy hair over her shoulder, though no strands obey.

She licks her lips, moves her hand on his chest to his shirt collar and replaces his grip on it.

“It’s been five days.”

“And we have yet to drain the pool of opportunity.”

He sighs at that, brushes away her hands when she tries taking over doing his tie. He pulls on the cloth, and shoots her an annoyed look.

“You can’t drain the pool if they keep filling it back up again.”

“No, I can’t.” She knows she’s using him - or rather, his brain - but half of her can’t seem to care. The other half, though, is her conscious. She’s letting the little voice on her devilish left shoulder win, “But you can.”

“I can only fool them for so long, Sansa. Nobody can win so big, so fast, so frequently.” He warns her, and turns to sit on the bed to lace up his shoes.

She likes getting dressed up, pretending they’re fancier than they really are. He likes to pretend she didn’t pack a gun for protection (because it’s Vegas), and keep it stored in the small safe above the closet.

“Maybe I’m your good luck charm.” The redhead attempts, tries to lighten the mood.

She only needs a few more grand, tops.

“You aren’t my anything, Sansa.”

Well, that stung. Taking a step back, the woman checks over her appearance one last time, choosing to ignore his comment.

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like what?”

“My dress? I picked it myself.” She plucks at the skirt, wiggles the smallest of dances.

Jon seems to smile, in a way she is slowly growing accustomed to, and he nods once, “I like the lace part.”

He leaves her at that, picking up his keys and room card.

Glancing down again, Sansa admires her new dress; more specifically, the lace mesh covering her cleavage.

With a grin, she follows after him, picking up her clutch off of the table, “Perv.”

-

“Okay. Don’t turn around,” Sansa trails off with one eyebrow hitched and her glass of tequila swirling unsteadily. “There are two men watching us.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised.” He tells her through gritted teeth, moving to wrap his hand around her wrist after shoving the just-won tokens in his jacket pocket.

It’s stuffed, and he can tell she wants to cash out already.

“They were there yesterday, too.”

“Yes, Sansa,” he pulls her closer, and she can smell the whisky on his breath, “because you have me ass-fucking the entire place, with a target on my forehead. And one day, they’re gonna turn around and shoot.”

“That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?” She stiffs a laugh, and whines when he tugs on her hand, encouraging her to follow him.

He’s walking away them from the men watching their backs, and Sansa struggles to keep up with him once he reaches the elevators.

“Wait- No. We have to cas-” she starts off, waving one finger around to point, glass now firmly placed down on a nearby cart.

“Tomorrow. Right now, we have to go.” He’s firm, and she kind of likes the determination.

Jon has always been quiet, sitting in the corner and doing his maths. That’s all she mostly remembers; their teen years when he came to hang out with Robb and helped her younger siblings with their homework.

They don’t talk much, but this ‘trip’ is definitely having a positive effect on their communication.

“Well,” they’re on the elevator before she can finish her sentence, and her attention is drawn down to her arm. “You can let go of me now.”

“Not yet.”

With an amused roll of her eyes, she bounces from one leg to the other uncomfortably, feet sore from her heels.

When the lift dings on the fifth floor, Jon is once again pulling her behind him; only he loosens his grip and slows his pace when she tugs at his rough hand.

“Shit.”

“Wha-”

Suddenly, her back is being shoved against the wall beside them, her right shoulder blade digging into someone’s doorway.

“Forgive me.”

She doesn’t question his intentions until he’s kissing her, and it isn’t gentle. What the fuck?

Eyes open, she only briefly lets herself admire his face before her gaze is pulled towards the two middle aged men down at the bottom of the hallway. Shit, indeed.

“Hmm.” Maybe faking a moan will help them?

As soon as he’s pulling away, Sansa swallows the quickest of breaths before she draws him in again, fingers firmly grasping at the lapels of his jacket.

She kisses him this time, forcing his mouth open with her tongue, running her hands along his chest until they clasp behind his neck.

His hair is smooth to the touch, and Sansa thinks hers must feel the same because he groans when he tugs at her locks, fingers all tangled up in her soft red curls, thumbs sweeping across her cheeks.

She allows her mouth to hang open when he pulls away again, trailing his lips down her jaw and neck to carry on their charade. It seems to work, Sansa thinks, throwing one leg up at his side for good measure.

He grabs her, calloused palm roughly curling around the softness of her thigh, bared by her hitched dress.

“I told you I was your lucky charm.”

The woman grins, leaning her head back against the doorframe, adding to the most public display of affection she has ever put on. Is it even affection, though? Or just a trick? She can’t tell.

Jon seems to be playing along with her added level to their game, though, because he hums against her cleavage and she can feel his hot breath on her skin, “How lucky are you gonna make me, woman?”

“That depends on how good you fuck me.”

Maybe she crossed a line with that one.

Or maybe not.

The signs are conflicting, because Jon seems half turned-on, half confused as hell by her request.

“Hey!” One of the men is shouting from down the corridor, and Sansa has to dare shooting him a look over Jon’s shoulder.

She grips at him, waits for the man to interrupt them completely.

“Take that shit to your room!”

It’s a simple demand, really, and Sansa lets out the smallest of laughs once he’s walked away and out of earshot, rounded the corner with his colleague.

“What the hell was that?”

“Which part?”

Jon is wiping her lipstick from his face, and she instantly regrets getting so into their trick.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s… I pushed you against a wall without warning you. I’m sorry… too.”

“I didn’t mind.” She shrugs, tugs at the length of her dress so it hangs properly down her body. “I quite liked it.”

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

“Including the nosy security guy?”

“Including the nosy security guy, but especially the part where it seemed like you were gonna fuck me up against a wall.”

“Sansa.”

“Jon.”

His hand is wrapped around her wrist again then, but he waits for her to lead the way down the hallway until they stop outside their door.

“Am I still not anything to you?”

“You aren’t anything to me, Sansa. You’re everything.”