#isn’t he just adorable? put that boy in the horrors

[i-am-a-fan]

Present day Mk ref sheet for the Pirate Au :D

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I Don't Need A Gentleman

pairing: edward cullen x gender neutral reader tags: edward is old fashioned and kinda a prude, the reader is not, reader doesn't want vanilla sex anymore, alice and rosalie are cool sister in laws

You lounge on the massive, cream-colored couch in the Cullens’ living room, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone as Alice and Rosalie flip through a stack of fashion magazines. It’s one of those rare, lazy evenings—no imminent threats, no pressing vampire drama—just the family scattered around the house doing their own thing. Alice bumps your foot with hers. “You’re weirdly quiet today. Seriously, what’s up?”

You look up, tapping the phone against your knee. “It’s kind of about Edward.”

Rosalie arches a perfectly groomed brow. “What did our golden boy do now?”

Your cheeks—if they still could—might blush. “He didn’t really do anything wrong, exactly. It’s just…” You pause, gathering your thoughts. Even though you’ve been married to Edward for a while, it can still be tough to put some things into words. “He’s super considerate, and I adore that about him. But sometimes—okay, a lot of times—I just wish he’d show a little more…passion? Fire?”

Alice makes a sympathetic face, setting her magazine aside. “He can be a bit old-school, yeah. He has that ‘eternally seventeen’ gentleman thing down to a T.”

“Tell me about it,” you huff. “I’m a vampire, too! I mean, I’m not exactly made of glass. But he keeps treating me like I’m this delicate flower that might crumble if the wind blows too hard. I swear, sometimes our kisses feel like little pecks—like he’s worried I’ll spontaneously combust if he lingers longer than three seconds.”

Rosalie leans back, crossing her arms. “Look, Edward’s always been overly cautious. It’s one of his most annoying…okay, fine, endearing qualities. But you can’t blame him for wanting to protect you. He’s basically built that way.”

You sit up straighter, pushing your hair out of your face. “Totally. I get it. I love how he’s protective, and, well, a total gentleman. But I need more of that oomph. Y’know, that feeling where you just can’t keep your hands off each other.”

Alice snorts a laugh. “I never thought I’d hear you say ‘oomph.’ You should definitely say that to Edward’s face. He’d probably blush so hard, if vampires could blush.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully. “But how do I bring it up without hurting his feelings? He’s so sensitive. The moment he thinks he’s made me even slightly uncomfortable, he clams up.”

Rosalie sets the magazine aside with a little thump. “You’re married. He can handle the conversation. Trust me, you should be honest about it. Being in love for, what, decades? That means talking about the hard stuff, or the passionate stuff.” She smirks at that last part.

Alice nods enthusiastically, tucking her legs up beneath her. “The best way is just to be straightforward. Tell him how you feel without making it sound like he’s doing something wrong. Emphasize that you love his old-fashioned side—it’s part of why you married him, right? But also make it crystal clear that you want him to dial up the heat. You’re a vampire, for crying out loud, not some breakable human.”

You exhale, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “You guys are right. I’m probably overthinking it. I’m worried he’ll take it the wrong way, but I can’t just keep ignoring how frustrated I am.”

“Exactly.” Alice taps your knee again. “He’ll listen, especially if you remind him that you still love all the things that make him Edward. He just needs to hear that you want him to trust your strength, too.”

Rosalie stands, stretching with the fluidity of a cat. “And if that doesn’t work, just throw him up against a wall somewhere. That’ll get the point across.”

Alice gasps in mock horror. “Rosalie Hale! That’s your brother you’re talking about.”

She smirks. “Hey, I’m just saying, sometimes subtlety isn’t the answer.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Let me try talking first before I start tossing him around.”

Alice and Rosalie share amused glances as you stand, giving a quick wave. “Thanks for the advice, seriously.”

“Anytime,” Alice sings out.

“Go get ’em,” Rosalie adds, winking.

You head up the stairs to find Edward, heart fluttering in that familiar way only he can cause, despite both of you being, well, undead. He’s in his usual spot in the family’s library, flipping through a thick novel—something old and fancy, undoubtedly. The moment he senses you, he glances up with a small smile, eyes full of that unwavering devotion.

“Hey,” you say, crossing the room until you’re close enough to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Got a minute to talk?”

“Of course,” Edward responds softly, setting the book aside. He tilts his head, concern flickering in those golden eyes. “Is everything all right?”

“It is,” you reassure him, settling in beside him on the velvet couch. You can still hear Alice’s and Rosalie’s voices drifting faintly from downstairs, but you focus on Edward. “I just wanted to share something that’s been on my mind, and it’s really important to me.”

He nods earnestly. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Taking a breath, you gently place your hand over his. “So, we’ve been together for a long time. We’re married, and I’m a vampire—just like you, right? But sometimes I feel like you’re handling me with kid gloves. I love your gentlemanly side, and I’d never want you to completely lose that. But I want us to be able to express our love passionately, without you worrying so much that I’ll break.”

Edward’s gaze drops to your entwined hands. “I—I see,” he says quietly. “I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t my equal. It’s just…I can’t shake the habit of worrying you might be hurt or regret something if I let go too much. Even though you’re stronger than any human I once knew, it’s hard to override decades of caution.”

Leaning in, you brush a gentle kiss against his cheek. “I know. And I respect how deeply you care. But hey, my strength is legit.” You grin, flexing half-jokingly. “I promise, I can handle more. And if something’s too much, I’ll tell you.”

Edward’s lips curve into a small smile. “Thank you for being honest with me. I guess I needed a reminder that I’m not the only one in this relationship who has a say—especially when it comes to showing affection.”

Your heart (metaphorically) flutters at the genuine warmth in his voice. “Exactly. I love being with you, and I don’t want you to hold back. We can figure out the balance, you know, do the old-fashioned courting stuff, but also, I don’t know…maybe occasionally break the furniture?”

His eyes widen for half a second in surprise, then he laughs, the sound soft and musical. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he teases, sliding a hand around your waist to pull you closer. This time, when you tilt your head up for a kiss, you feel him lean in just a bit more—a tiny, tangible shift. His lips linger, his cool hand splaying across your back. The moment stretches on until you both draw away, contented smiles on your faces.

“That,” you whisper, thumb brushing against his jaw, “was exactly what I’ve been missing.”

Edward’s eyes shine with affection. “Then I’ll make sure you never miss it again.”

Downstairs, you can practically hear Alice’s “Yes!” whispered under her breath, and you know Rosalie is grinning in that smug way that says, “Told you so.” It makes you laugh softly. But that’s the beauty of this big, unconventional vampire family.

Edward gently presses his forehead against yours. Neither of you needs to breathe, but the moment feels like a breath of fresh air anyway. Old-fashioned or not, he’s all yours—and he’s finally letting you show him that you’re every bit the strong partner he deserves. And judging by the heat in his eyes, this is just the beginning.

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Putting salt in barca boys coffee as a prank headcanons?

Love u :))

↬❥ Salt and coffee

Barcelona Reaction

Synopsis: their reaction when you put salt in their coffee.

a/n: THIS TIME I DIDN'T FORGET MARC BERNAL!!!

REQUESTED

warnings: no.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

PABLO GAVI

He takes a sip and instantly spits it back into the cup, looking at you with wide eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!” he exclaims, with an expression of pure horror.

When he realizes it was a prank, he pretends to chase you around the house, saying he needs revenge. But in the end, it just tickles you and gives you a little kiss on the nose.

PEDRI GONZALEZ

He raises the cup to his mouth without suspecting anything, but as soon as the salty taste hits his tongue, he makes an adorable face. He wrinkles his nose and looks at you with a confused expression.

“Honey... What did you put here?” he asks, holding back a laugh.

When you admit it was a joke, he shakes his head, laughing. Then he pretends to be offended, but soon pulls you into a hug, saying that even though you sabotaged his coffee, he still loves you.

PAU CUBARSÍ

He takes a sip, and his expression goes through a rollercoaster of emotions: first surprise, then confusion, and finally, a small smile.

“I knew something was off,” he says, looking at the cup.

When you give in and confess to the prank, he chuckles softly, finding your sense of humor charming. Then, just to tease you, he says that maybe he'll start to doubt every coffee you make.

HECTOR FORT

As soon as the taste hits his mouth, he freezes, frowning. Then he looks straight at you.

“Did you put salt in here?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

You burst out laughing, and he just sighs in defeat. Deep down, he finds it adorable that you tried to prank him, but he promises to get revenge in a sweet way—maybe by stealing an unexpected kiss when you least expect it.

FERMÍN LÓPEZ

He drinks his coffee and makes such a funny face that you start laughing before he even says anything.

“Love… why do you hate me?” he says dramatically, placing his hand on his chest.

When you explain that it was just a prank, he pretends to be offended, but then pulls you into his arms and says that the only thing that can make up for this crime is a kiss.

ALEJANDRO BALDE

He takes a sip and immediately grimaces, eyeing you suspiciously.

“You... tried to poison me?” he jokes, pretending to be shocked.

When you start laughing, he can't help but laugh. In the end, he laughs along, saying that it was the worst thing he's ever had to drink, but that he still loves you — but now he's going to keep an eye on everything you put in his food.

LAMINE YAMAL

He takes a sip and, at the same time, starts coughing, making a hilarious face.

“But what is THIS?!” he complains, looking at the cup as if it were poison.

When you tell him it was a joke, he crosses his arms, pretending to be serious. But he can't hold back his laughter for long. In the end, he hugs you and says he's safe... for now.

MARC BERNAL

He drinks his coffee without complaining, trying to maintain his composure, but he is clearly suffering. You can see the effort he makes not to spit it all out.

“It’s... a little different today, isn’t it?” he says, trying to be polite.

When you tell him the truth, he laughs and ruffles your hair, saying he should have known better. Then he orders another coffee—this time, made the right way.

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menace — boo seungkwan | 2,058 words | fluff

inspired by this video. and ofc boo seungkwan :)

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

no one ever talks about the downsides of having a crush.

having a heart that beats erratically only when you see them. the way your hands turn unattractively clammy even if they’re within normal distance. you know, normal friend distance, because only one of you feels another way. voice cracks that spring up at the worst possible moments. the way you forget what you want to say when it’s your turn to speak.

maybe it’s fun sometimes, daydreaming about a world where you’re something else. something more. but that’s just what it is — a fantasy. the cons outweigh the pros.

case in point: boo seungkwan.

you don’t know how long you’ve been cuddling with your pillow, your back facing the man in question while you try to will yourself to sleep. it doesn’t work, just the way it hasn’t been working ever since you flopped onto your bed.

“you should be out with the others,” you murmur without looking at seungkwan, another variation of the same sentiment you’ve been trying to get him to understand for a while now.

seungkwan lets out a huff. “and you should stop telling me to go.”

you don’t need to turn to know he’s run his hand through his hair in frustration. you’re sure his hair is an adorable mess, but you don’t need any more fuel to add to the fire of feelings that’s been raging inside you all evening long.

when your friends suggested renting a beach house for the weekend, you didn’t realize they’d put you and seungkwan in the same room. you’re best friends, they’d said. of course you’re going to room together.

seungkwan isn’t half bad at being a roommate, but it’s a bit of an issue when you have a massive crush on him that you’re really trying to stop thinking about.

annoying seungkwan with his annoying smile and his annoying hand that rested on your thigh half the time you were playing monopoly. his annoying leg that touched yours when you were watching a movie because there wasn’t much space left on the sofa, but he had to have you next to him because he’s never been good with horror.

even when you’d offered to hold his hand from where you were sitting on the sofa, he refused till jeonghan moved to make space for him to sit next to you.

in a way, you’re glad you sat next to him. at least you didn’t have to pretend like you weren’t scared, not when you had vernon and wonwoo sitting in front of you, watching the screen unblinkingly.

it’s all been a bit…much. which is why you decided to skip going on a walk along the beach with the boys and head for a night in, citing a headache.

the only problem? boo seungkwan wanted to be the one to take care of you.

“do you want me to get you anything? water? medicine?” he asks, soft, and you feel bad for making him stay behind for something that isn’t even an issue for you.

“no.”

“should i sing something?”

“no.” the last thing you need right now is boo seungkwan serenading you while you’re wallowing in your feelings about him.

it’s neither of your faults that the moment you realized you were in sharp, blinding, no-taking-back love with him was when he clinched the match point in a badminton match against junhui four months ago.

four months ago. a badminton match.

your life hasn’t been easy since.

you’ve never minded seungkwan being touchy before — that’s just how he is. he brushes stray lint off your clothes if he spots it, fixes your hair if he thinks it’s out of place, and traces the back of your ear for a few seconds when you’re nervous about something.

you love it. you love being his best friend. but what you don’t love is the way you’ve been carefully rethinking every interaction you’ve been having with him since that fateful night four months ago.

boo seungkwan is sunshine incarnate. he loves and loves and loves. he loves everyone so much that you don’t know if the love he has for you is any different from the love he has for everyone else.

sometimes you wonder if he has even the slightest hint. he’s not clueless, but he’s not very good at acting on his impulses the way you are. for him, everything needs to be measured. set in stone. approved of beforehand. something you wonder if you could just kiss him and see what happened, before realizing that a moment of happiness is not, in fact, worth a lifetime without boo seungkwan.

which is why you let out a deep sigh and curl in on yourself.

“okay, that’s it,” seungkwan says, and you hear the sound of your laptop shutting and the springs of your bed creaking before he comes into your line of sight, kneeling down on the floor in front of you on his knees, head propped up on his arms that are folded near your face.

if he was a bit closer, you could’ve even kissed him.

you wonder who let boo seungkwan be this perfect. there’s nothing about him that you dislike.

“you’re not telling me what’s wrong, and i’m not leaving till you do. you should know that by now.”

you do know that. you’re very familiar with boo seungkwan and his incredibly stubborn self that just wants to help because he loves to. he loves people. and he just doesn’t love you. not the way you want him to.

“it’s your fault,” you mumble childishly, trying to turn to the other side so he’ll have to repeat the whole ordeal, but he just grabs your hand with an iron-strong grip. damn him and his long fingers.

his fingers, weirdly enough, were the first thing you actually noticed about him when you first met him. the way he drank jeonghan under the table with his long, elegant fingers wrapped around the beer glass, draining it like it was water.

this evening, too — his fingers drumming on your thigh, his fingers brushing against your hand, his fingers brushing your hair behind your ear so that he could whisper his plan to you.

“i knew it,” he says, head lifting from the bed. “it’s not just a headache. it’s probably not even a headache, is it?”

“shut up,” you mumble, more out of the fear that he’ll find out somehow than the mortification stemming from the fact that he’s caught on so easily.

“is it really my fault, though? you’re not even letting me make up for it.”

he should be out, you think. out with the rest of your friends and out of your treacherous heart. instead he’s sitting here with your heart in his hands and he’s not even aware of it.

“you can’t do anything about it,” you huff.

“try me.”

when it becomes clear that he’s seriously not letting go of your hand even after a few minutes of silence, you turn to look at the ceiling, eyes fixed on the little cracks above you.

“have you ever…wanted something you can’t have?”

“of course i have,” he says instantly.

“oh. did you get it?”

“no,” he says easily, letting go of your hand. “but it doesn’t mean i’ve stopped trying.”

now you’re curious. you let go of the pillow so you can see him better. “what is it?”

“i’m not telling you.”

“oh, come on!”

seungkwan leans forward to ruffle your hair. “not till you tell me what’s bothering you.”

you sigh. “i can’t.”

“why not?”

“because…”

“hmm?”

“because.”

“wow,” seungkwan says, with a small laugh. “i didn’t know you were this articulate.”

“i hate you,” you say with no heat, turning around and lying down again. maybe he’ll get bored in a while and leave you to your own devices.

no such luck. one moment you’re staring at the blank wall of your room, and the next thing you is that there’s a weight on the bed right behind you. seungkwan’s weight behind you, to be specific. he’s so warm all the time. one of his hands snakes around your waist gingerly, and you tense up immediately.

sure, you’re best friends, but you’ve never done this before. sleepovers are a common thing for the two of you, but cuddling? you’re not uncomfortable, exactly, but you just don’t know what to feel.

“can i ask you a question?” seungkwan asks, and his proximity makes goosebumps rise on your arms. embarrassing.

“sure?” you manage to squeak out, definitely not focusing on how much better his voice sounds so close. and how casual he’s being about all this.

“are you really going to let random strangers on the internet control your life?”

you’re so confused by the tangent he’s gone on that you have no choice but to turn around and face him, and— bad idea. bad idea. his lips look so damn kissable that you have to physically lift your eyes from them to meet his. and he’s smiling for some reason.

you don’t know how you’re going to sleep tonight, much less make it to the next day alive.

“do you want to kiss your guy best friend?”

you feel like he’s stolen all your words. you’re aware you’re just staring at him, blinking like a goldfish, unable to speak. seungkwan lifts a hand and hovers it above your cheek, seeking your permission. he catches the minute nod you give him and rests his palm against your cheek, hand warm against your cool skin.

“i don’t care what she said,” seungkwan continues. “do you want to?”

“how did you—” you manage to choke out.

“because i can see what posts you’ve liked, silly,” seungkwan giggles, thumb swiping against your cheek before he lets go. you instantly miss the heat of his hand. “you still haven’t answered my question, by the way.”

he doesn’t seem upset, the way you thought he might be at the discovery. “if i say…yes?”

“then,” seungkwan says, leaning down, and what comes next is something you’ve only ever dreamed of. his lips are soft against yours, letting you set the pace as his hands gently card through your hair. he’s always been gentle with you underneath the teasing exterior he has, and now is no different.

when he doesn’t pull away despite your fears, you decide to take the leap and thread your hands through his hair, pulling him closer to yourself. he comes to you willingly.

you don’t know what to do with your hands when seungkwan finally pulls away. he’s out of breath. you feel oddly proud, but there’s also an unsettling feeling in your stomach. what if—

“please tell me this isn’t a one-time thing,” seungkwan says, finally looking nervous for the first time all evening long. “because then i should’ve listened to her.”

“no,” you say, feeling yourself smile like an idiot. “no. neither of us should listen to her. i don’t want it to be a one-time thing, either.”

“good,” seungkwan sighs, moving closer so his head rests on your shoulder.

“but…how long have you known?”

“how long? hmm. only a month.”

horrible. he’s been watching you suffer all this while?

“hey, stop being shy on me now,” seungkwan says, turning to look up at you. “i’ve seen the way you look at me.”

you’re sure there’s steam pouring out of your ears. “i hate you.”

“no, you don’t,” seungkwan singsongs. “because i love you far too much for that.”

you look down at him. “you…” love me?

but that wasn’t ever a question, was it? he does. you’ve seen the way he looked at you before you realized your feelings for him, and the way he’s been looking at you after, and there’s been no difference.

he’s always loved you. maybe longer than you’ve loved him.

there’s a warm feeling spreading through your chest that makes you push seungkwan away and hide your head in his neck so he doesn’t see you. he lets out a little laugh and rests a hand on your back.

“do you want to go out and introduce everyone to your…boyfriend?” he asks, shy, and it’s a sight to behold because boo seungkwan’s always anything but shy.

“boyfriend?”

“does it sound okay?” he asks sheepishly.

he gets his answer in the form of a kiss.

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[aainiouu]

A tethered mind free from the lies

Hen Wilson loves Evan Buckley, it’s just a fact. He is like a little brother to her and she just… loves him. Fiercely. She wants to know things that go on in his life, he wants to hear stuff and likes when Buck asks for her advice. Sure she teases him and gives him grief, but the bottom line is that there is a little Hen wouldn’t do for Buck.

But this? This is something she would have never imagined she would have to and never wanted to do.

“Tommy! You have to stay awake!” Hen yells and Tommy’s glassy eyes turn to her. The helicopter is a flaming husk of debris a safe distance away and Hen is aching all over and the blood is seeping somewhere on her scalp but somehow Tommy had made sure their crash landing didn’t hurt her too badly.

And then had the absolute audacity to demand Hen to leave him there. No way. She wasn’t planning to do that.

The concerning thing is that even if Hen did get Tommy out the situation is not good. In fact it’s possibly catastrophic, but it’s dark and even though Hen patched Tommy up to the best of her ability, it might not be enough.

But if it’s not enough she has to be the one to tell Buck so Hen isn’t giving up anytime soon. Not that she would anyway. Everybody always forgets that Tommy was her and Chim’s friend first.

“This isn’t looking too good, Hen,” Tommy coughs out, “My dad always said I would get myself killed, it seems like he got his wish”

“Shut the fuck up, Tommy, you’re not dying here.” Hen grits out and puts on more fabric around the stick (a branch really) poking out Tommy’s abdomen. Hen doesn’t know how Tommy manages it but the look and the scoff he gives her tell exactly how little he believes that.

“Hen, you have to tell Evan..” Tommy starts but Hen shuts him up with a look.

“I’m not telling the lover boy anything because you are going to tell him yourself.” Hen can feel the panic clawing up her throat but she needs to say on top of it. Tommy needs to survive this.

“No, please, Hen, I need to..” Tommy swallows and for Hen’s horror his eyes fill up tears. “I need him to know. I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone as much as I love Evan.”

Hen takes Tommy’s hand which is shaking, clammy and covered with blood. Tommy’s breath is shaking too and Hen feels herself tear up as well.

“Tell me about your Evan, Tommy,” she says and gently swipes Tommy’s hair from his forehead. Tommy smiles and looks at the sky. The fire paints his features strong, sharp but the look on his face makes him look boyish somehow. Tommy is a very handsome man, even crying and covered with blood.

“Evan, is, god, he showed me what could be. I never… I never thought I would get that, I still don’t not really, not the way we keep… we keep messing it up. But he showed me what could be.”

Hen smiles and keeps the pressure on Tommy’s wound, it’s still bleeding sluggishly, but the pulse she can feel on Tommy’s wrist is still going pleasantly strong.

”He’s the one I didn’t see coming, god, someone so light, so good, so gorgeous, so adorable, I didn’t know they made them like that.”

Hen can help but snort and Tommy somehow manages to pinch her hand slightly.

“He has so much life in him, so much love. He is simultaneously so giving with it, it scares me but also so careful on how it is received, it kills me.” Tommy turns his gaze back to her and the sheer adoration on Tommy’s face makes it hard to look away. “I don’t deserve it, I never have but god how I wish… I wish I could. I’ve never met anyone like him, I doubt there is anyone like him to meet. Not to me.”

“You do deserve it, Tommy.” Hen says quietly and the disbelieving laugh Tommy let’s out makes her heart hurt, “You do. Hell, don’t believe me, but believe Buck. The boy is crazy about you. If I let you die here, he’s never going to forgive me.”

“He will, Hen, he would never hold a grudge.”

“He won’t because I’m not letting you die.”

Tommy’s hmms and coughs wetly.

“I’m cold, Hen, and it’s not really hurting anymore and we both know it’s not a good sign.” Tommy grunts. “God, I would give everything to feel Evan’s arms around me right now, he’s like a furnace, a big, gorgeous, clingy furnace. I never felt cold sleeping with him.”

Hen takes off her jacket and lays it on the top of Tommy.

“I just want to see him again, I want to tell him…I—”

Tommy’s eyes slip closed and at the same moment a ray of light reaches them and someone runs towards them. Someone big, not careful, someone shouting their names on the top of their lungs, voice hoarse, panicked and wet.

It’s Buck.

Tommy’s pulse gets weaker and then it’s gone.

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello amazing fandom and happy Wednesday :) Episode 3 off we go! So grateful to have my happy place back. To be able to do these first impressions. I love not knowing a single thing about this season really. Rachel being in the recap blew my mind. Like what?! Love the shock. Had zero clue she would be here this season. Let us get started.

7x03 Out of Pocket

We hit the ground running in this ep. Grey yelling at them to come to his office in front of the entire bullpen.... Lucy calling him the troublemaker we all know he is this year. heh Also he is one perpetually now thanks to you my dear. Brought out his playful side long ago. It’s been here to stay ever since. Love Tim replying it’s a fair assumption. Not fighting her on this even a little bit. It's fantastic.

Will say I love how Tim naturally jumps on the grenade for her. Old habits die hard. Or never die at all…Lucy isn’t here for it though. Still a little bristly (rightfully so.) Also I'm sure she thinks it isn't a good look that he does. Commenting she doesn’t need him to protect her. Grey is bemused by them and their flirty fight, but does have to rein them in because of course he does. LOL You can tell he’s happy they’re acting this way even if it's driving him nuts.

Tim jumps into apology mode. Not wanting to ruffle her feathers. It truly is a hair trigger response from him to shield her. He can't help it. Like breathing for him. Grey basically calling them out for their work flirt. ‘A weird itch they need to scratch’ heh I mean it is. Their version of foreplay let's be honest. Lucy seems quite embarrassed he has pointed this out.

Tim on the other hand....He is cheeky af in this dressing down of their's. ‘We didn’t put any money on it.’ With a big ole smirk on his face haha Oh my lord. No shame in the game for him. Who are you and what have you done with Tim Bradford?

Lucy is taking it seriously af. Where this goob to her left is cracking jokes and what not. Her face kills me. Like what are you doing? Do love seeing him be lighter and not so serious about everything. It’s delightful. Therapy is doing him wonders truly. Now Lucy isn’t as airy as he is but that’s ok ha

Tim you so cute apologizing and saying why he tried to protect her. Needing to defend why he did as such. That, if they were going to go down, should be him, since it was his idea after all. Lucy is much kinder outside of Grey’s office though. Saying she said yes to the whole thing. So it's just as much on her as it is him.

Do adore her jumping right back into it with wanting to finish this out. That they still have time. This way they can check each others methods. Lucy continuing the work flirt of their's. I am down. The smiles on these goobers I cannot. Lucy’s face when he walks away. My goodness you still love that man. *happy sigh * I love these idiots.

Rachel out of nowhere. Oh my lord. Do love these recalls to previous season's we're getting this year I have to say. Characters and all. Seems like they’ve kept in touch. First thing I thought was wondering about that. I had questions running through my head at her return. Like she must know Lucy dated Tim? Does she know how madly in love she was with him? (and still is...)

Sucks N.Y. chewed her up and spit her back out. Man it’s a trip to see her. From another life. Truly. S2 feels like it was eons ago. They were much different people back then. When Rachel said she hadn't contacted Lucy in 6 months....Knew that meant she didn't know of the emotional horror our girl went through.

Thus begins the digging up of wounds that have yet to heal. Detective exam and Tim..... Oooh boy. The two pillars that nearly broke her. Kinda glad for her asking about it in a way. I wanna see where Lucy truly is emotionally right now. Been having a feeling it's not great under the surface.

The fact Lucy is now trauma dumping shows she isn’t ok. Which of course she isn’t. She had a trio of trauma last season. Between detective, Tim and Tamara. The way Lucy says Tim broke up with her…. Ugh my heart. A wound that hasn’t healed for this fandom either. It's not going till until this is hashed out and reconciled.

‘Screw him. He’s an idiot right?’ *sigh* I mean a good response for Rachel though. It's what you say to a friend going through that. ‘It’s all for the best…’ Is it though? Oh my girl still wanna hug you and make you better. That has not gone away since 6x07.

Tim comes up not expecting his past to be standing there. He pulls out the Sanford Smile we haven't seen in awhile lol The one where he's clearly uncomfortable and his smile isn't reaching his eyes. You can tell he is confused and slightly unsettled. I mean they didn't end on the best terms after she started her life in N.Y. Now here she is in the station next to his girl. What a trip for him.

‘She ghosted me.' 'Yeah that’s her thing…’ We never did see what happened there. She was all in for long distance then she was gone just like that. Tim did a good job pretending he was happy to see her. The Oscar goes to you my love.

Poor Ridley is shaking in his boots. On edge waiting for a 'Tim test.' But he was prepped by Lucy in a way Tim wasn't expecting. Seth has his 'I’ve been shot answer.' right away. Too quickly really. Tim is sus af. Grilling him if Lucy warned him? It does explain why he was looking out the windshield as they were driving LOL Tim asking what else she told him?

Oh my word she recited chunks of her trauma training to Seth. Majority of her s1 ones at that. Except for the flour bomb. I’m dying. These call backs to s1-s2 are making me giddy to no end I have to say. She really dug in their archive to tell him about Wrigley. I'm laughing so hard. Tim is shaking his head so hard and I’m cackling. Playing dirty Lucy….’Ok I just have to get more inventive.’ He is not pleased LMAO Legit undermined him.

Texas instantly putting his foot in his mouth with Lucy. I was wondering if he thought be easier with Lucy. Or he thought he could charm his way into her being lenient. But he has never met Lucy Chen....Learns quickly how much that was not going to fly with her. I love Lucy putting him in his place immediately about 'darlin.’ That isn't going to stand for even a second with her. She makes sure he knows that.

The banter is PRIMO when Tim arrives. We get to see protective Tim arrive on scene again with Miles. I love it. Lucy doesn’t stop him this time. Knowing Texas needs it from both barrels if it's going to stick with him. But mainly I just love Tim immediately not having it with that shit for her. Any bravado remaining is squashed by Tim calling Penn 'Darlin' hehe

This is a mini moment that made very happy. You defend her Tim! Immediately protected his girl from Grey’s clutches about the rookies not listening. Gimme. I'll take this all damn day. That innate reaction to protect her is deeply ingrained in this man. I love it so much I could cry. Lucy once again not stopping him. Appreciative he has her back in this moment. The little things is how we inch our way back.

Poor Lucy so worried this will be another black mark against her career. Regardless of who won this is a loss for them. Adore Tim being positive with her. Saying as long as they don’t fire them, they have a chance to turn them around. Make them into good cops if given that chance. Love this. Look at Tim being the positive one. Only for his girl. Lucy looking to him for answers makes me happy. Asking what their chances really are? ‘Slim to none….’ Heh helpful babe real helpful.

It is nice to see Lucy catch up with Rachel. This is an ally we forgot she had. One that was far away in N.Y. So it's nice they get to reconnect. Not only that but be very mature about it. Especially about Tim. Celina getting a history lesson on the side is a hilarious bonus. lmao Frigging adored Rachel's 'Well yeah.' Like of course we would be friends still. Emotional maturity. Love to see it.

I love love love Rachel seeing Tim and Lucy were the better match. Rather than her and Tim. Doesn't even hesitate to bring that up in their convo. I said it many times in my s2 reviews. Forever grateful for the path she set Tim on. She was his first post divorce relationship. A Lucy 2.0 to get him ready for his soulmate.

Rachel is the fandom when she makes her comment about their break up. Trust me Rachel none of us expected the emotional devastation that was last year….it’s been 9 months and I’m still not over it tbh. Idk I'll be over it until they have reconciled. It's the gut punch none of us have really recovered from.

Lucy just breaking my heart all over again. Saying she made all these moves for them to be together. Only for it to blow up in her face. *sad sigh* You sure did.... Our boy has A LOT to make up for. That it taught her to just focus on her career. I mean I truly hoping that is the case this season for her. That we can some true clarity for her career. Nothing I want more (other than a reunion.) ‘No more messy station romances.' Sure sure mmhmm....

Those boys are LUCKY. They are trending online in a positive way or their asses would be grass. The defiance cannot be overlooked. I love Tim/Lucy standing next to each other as they back Grey. The little things I love so much. Forever in awe of insane amount of physical chemistry they have just standing next to one another.

The lack of personal space never a thing with them. It makes me happy to see it. Post 6x06 the physical distance could be FELT between them in every scene till 6x09. Felt like the Grand Canyon for awhile. So this is so nice to behold. Once again the little things that make me so happy. We're on the slow road to healing.

I wanna get into this scene and what it represents to me. I did always wonder what happened between them. After 2x20 she just fell off never to be heard from again. So this was nice to get. Tim can claim he didn't need closure but he did. This scene is an olive branch from Rachel to Tim. Just like when Isabel came back in 5x20. The return meant to be a healing one. Nothing more. Took guts for her to do this. If she wants back in Lucy's life Tim comes with that. Breakup or not. She knows this. Best to smooth this over before she can rebuild her life.

Do I find Rachel a threat? No. No I don't. Why you ask? Because this isn't 13th grade. These are grown ass adults. This isn't a H.S. or Teen drama. Just because she came back doesn't mean trouble for Chenford. Hell the woman even said Lucy was the better fit for him. One of the biggest complaints I saw last season was Lucy's support system. Someone who was in it has returned. This is a wonderful thing for Lucy. A win she so deserves. I just wanted to be the voice of reason in case anyone the fandom was worried with this scene.

That man could not be more in love with Lucy Chen if he tried. And vice versa. He is kind and courteous with Rachel. To me, mainly because post-therapy, Tim can see when someone is trying to make amends. Hell it's what he's trying to achieve everyday with Lucy. Also like to note it's not his mega watt Lucy smile. That is reserved only for his girl. But it is a 'second chance' smile. Like Lucy stated earlier in the ep. A second chance is a clean slate. This is just that if she is going to be in Lucy's life again. I'll be intrigued if she makes another appearance or not. We shall see. Every ep we are one step closer to them healing some more. I cannot wait to see what 7x04 brings.

As always. Thank you to the amazing readers I have. Your likes, comments and reblogs mean everything to me. Truly comment away I love it. As long as its respectful I adore chatting about this season as we go along. Shall see you all next week :)

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Side notes

Tim being the cold open. And breaking through Nolan's security system. I cackled so hard. Then is a sexy beast leaning against his bookcase. Pops a soda. Never wanted to be a can so much before.... ‘That’ll owe you two more Lakers tickets.’ LOL I love this man.

Poor Wes is gonna implode. Every time he hears that detectives name he shudders. Losing it a little more each time.

With the ladies saying let nature take its course with Jason. HA I'm with them. But of course Nolan being a boring boy scout won’t do it that way.

Anyone else think it’s weird Nolan doesn’t wear his wedding ring? I would hate if Tim didn’t wear his after their wedding.

Also going without backup after this guy. Like this man hasn’t learned at all from his mistakes. Do you not remember s2 you dope? Balian's reunion was as lackluster as they are. Welcome back Bailey. I did not miss you madam sorry ha

[distorted59]

First of all, I love your works soooo much! And I love you too

Please I really want Kirk Headcanons. He’s the love of my life! I want to cuddle him and also something smut things too

thank you lovely!! I'm sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3

He’s really shy!! When you first met him, he was very nervous. Blushing and stumbling over his words. (You thought it was absolutely adorable of course!!!) When he first shook your hand, he felt electricity running through his body. After a while he fell right into your trap, he was hooked. Begging for more every day. 

He gets flustered a lot when he’s around you. He would mess up riffs during rehearsals or stumble over his words. One time he didn’t sleep very well, because he was overthinking all night. (May or may not have been horny all night) and he’d show up tired and sexually frustrated. You’d welcome him with open arms and took a nap together, when he woke up (hard) he got nervous. Your smell and arms around him drove him crazy. You noticed him stiffening once he woke up and quickly figured out what was happening. You’d start kissing his neck and rubbing him over his jeans. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

loves to eat pussy. Like he devours it. All of the boys would be into it but he’s addicted to it. Very good at it as well. He’d pull you to the edge of the bed so he could grind himself against the mattress while eating you out.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” Kirk moans against your cunt. His hips are unrhythmic and desperately grinding against the bed. 

you moan and tug on his hair, keeping him in place right between your thighs. 

“Hmm!” you let out a squeal as he hits just the right spot. Kirk is humping against the bed like an animal. 

“gonna make me cum just like this, honey, fuck!” 

I feel like he gives the best hugs ever! Loves to cuddle and hold you close to him. 

80s Kirk is such a cutie, I just wanna hold him and kiss all his worries away. like, he’s such a geek with all his comics and action figures. Imagine going with him when he wants to buy new toys.

“Oh my god, babe!” Kirk whisper-yells at you and holds up a new issue of ‘Monster Magazine’. 

“Is that the new one, baby?” you smile at him, finding it overly adorable how excited he always gets.

"Yeah!" He looks at the back. “I’m gonna get this.” 

He smiles excitedly at you and kisses your cheek. You giggle and blush a bit, not expecting the kiss. 

“Can I read it after you’re done?” 

“Of course, baby!” Kirk grabs your hand. “We’ll read it together!”

Talking ab horror…. he would be into monster roleplay…. HE WOULD DONT DENY IT. Like him dressing up as dracula and you are the girl who got lost….. like!!!????? and he finds you and traps you and bites you and fucks the absolute life out of you. Thank you for listening. 

Also, the fact that in all those videos where he makes a joke and no one laughs??? c'mon now… baby is just trying to have some fun :(

his stutter is so cute!!! he still gets nervous sometimes and can’t look you in the eye or form a sentence. but you don’t mind. <3

I have been thinking about this a lot lately; giving Kirk head for the first time. him all whiny and excited, not knowing what to expect. 

“I’ll be gentle, okay?” You look up at him through your lashes. 

“Mhm.” He has his fingers over his mouth, unable to even speak. You stroke him lazily and smile at him. He throws his head back and lets out a huge moan when you lick the tip. 

“Ooh~, baby!” He whines. “ngh.. fuck!” his chest moves up and down and he tries to hold your hair back for you. 

you lick him from the base up and put him in your mouth. You’d think he’s seeing stars, cause he lets out the most heavenly moans you’ve ever heard. 

“feels so good, baby~”

yes, just a silly little thought.

the older he gets the rougher he gets, i feel. I mean, the fame and money definitely upped his confidence. which isn’t a bad thing AT ALL.

One of my favorite eras of him is htsd, his hair is starting to gray a little bit, and his skin has that old deep tan. the mustache, the goatee. yes just yes. 

I feel like he’s such a tease!!??  imagine going out for dinner with some friends, or the rest of the band. and he’s touching you all over. 

“Does my baby wanna feel good?” he slides his hand over your thigh. He’s been touching your thighs an kissing your neck all fucking night. 

“Kirk, please.” you whimper. “Not here, why here?” 

“Why here?” he smirks against your neck and moves up to whisper in your ear. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as I do, princess.”

GIMME THAT I NEED IT NOW

He’s a really sweet boy, has a kind heart and actually looks too cute to be in a metal band. His voice is so sweet, his hands are very soft. (they become more and more calloused over the years). He would trace his fingers over your skin and whisper sweet things in your ears and place soft kisses on your neck. 

ALSO Kirk with eyeliner!???? just imagine you making him feel so good after a show or sum and he starts crying in pleasure and it just drips down his face!!???? His face is messy and his eyes are red with tears as he craves more and more of you.

actually need that rn

and going to the beach with him!! maybe he'll teach you how to surf or just chill with you enjoying some drinks in the shade and going for a casual swim. <3

[sharkiethrts]

hi! speaking of ur modern sunday…i’d like to request sunday x reader, where reader is absent because they’re sick and sunday just spends the entire day trying not to mope before he visits them. just smth rlly silly where he’s on student council etc having to try to subtly text his s/o.

robin is kind of over him but who cares‼️

prompt: highschool!au reader is sick and responsibility ridden Sunday must ensure that the assembly goes on without a hitch, despite his worries for her.

warning: none.

relationships: modern!sunday x gender neutral!reader (highschool!au)

author’s note: so sorry for the late response! I was eagerly awaiting for the day when I can finally work on this! :) (Two more exams to go, exams should end by Friday. Wish me luck!)

This is also not reread and is posted late at night, so do forgive me for any type of grammatical or spelling mistakes or if the pacing of the story is too rushed!

- Highschool au! Sunday is so obviously the president of the student council

- He is popular among everyone and when it was announced that he was running for president, everyone accepted defeat and simply resorted for vice presidents and secretaries roles instead (the surplus of people that signed up for vice presidents that year were daunting, hoping for a chance to work closely alongside him)

- Prior to his appointment as president (which he was rightfully confident in winning), he had always made sure to spend time with you after school (even going as far as to not sign up to any clubs for the michaelmas term after you jokingly chastised him for ‘prioritising Mrs Burns, TA of the reading club’ instead of you)

- However, post appointment Sunday found it difficult to make compromises like so, much to his chagrin- with the added rewards, the necessary expectations would naturally accompany and hence his dilemma:

- Oh, how the thought of you ailed with a cold squeezes his heart so, his hand itching towards his phone every second

- He’s sure that his composure will fall soon and that it’d only be a matter of time

“Please ensure that the seventh up until the twentieth seats are marked, it’s reserved for the parents visiting today,” Sunday reminds the flushed boy, clearly not used to the responsibility he is expected to conform to and although Sunday attempts to maintain a composed facade throughout, it’d be a lie to say that he isn’t positively frustrated by how incredibly slow he is. Seriously, the drink aisle should clearly be placed inside the auditorium, not outside. It’s summer for goodness sake, by the time the guests arrive, the drinks will be diluted with ice and the honey would have been completely dissipated.

Speaking of honey, perhaps he should consider saving some for you. The Manuka honey booked specially for this occasion is known for doing wonders for your throat. Perhaps he should ask kitchen staff to pack a bottle or two for him? They quite adore him so, it shouldn’t be difficult for him to ask for a favour or two of this size. Interrupting his train of thought, it seems that the incompetent boy couldn’t stand having a supervising eye off him for even a second. Sunday watched in controlled horror as he dropped a tray or two, effectively denting the sides of the perfect sliver.

“Miss Amelie,” Sunday calls, his hand reaching for the back of the boy’s waist, helping him up, “Help him with relocating the treats, we can’t have dented sliver wares front and centre in the room.”

The said girl quickly arrives, her head down and stressed, “I’ll tell him what to do, don’t worry-“

“-I should hope that this predicament ends soon, I do have quite a few appointments to attend to,” Sunday cuts her off coldly, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. It’s not uncommon for Sunday to become cold at times, if not outright off putting. With uneducated rumours of his OCD and what not. However, it seems that this doesn’t seem to be one of his tangents, rather, he seems… occupied.

Sunday mulls over the thought of your upset face, further dampening his mood. How incredibly horrible of him, despite his previous talks of marriage with you during your late night calls- he only feels more incompetent and ineligible for the title of husband. He’s not only inattentive but outright unsupportive. What type of boyfriend who asks for your hand in marriage would leave you all alone in your bed fighting a cold alone? His frown deepens and he catches a few of the volunteers flinch due to it, clearly worried that they may have triggered him somehow.

He flashes them a friendly smile, to which he sees them relax slightly to before tending to their duties quickly.

While making haste with the decorations and reading over the script he had prepared for the following speech (god forbid he reads off a script, it’s one his many pet peeves and he is not willing to entertain the thought of slacking off in his chase for perfection), he thinks of your voice when you had greeted him this morning via phone call. Despite your obviously tired disposition, you had taken the initiative to call him to motivate him for the following day, you seem to know him well enough to realise his unending infatuation with your voice (how embarrassing for him but he’s far too touched to care for it for now).

Despite your well wishes and intentions, the phone call left him with more guilt and worries than assurance.

‘I’m fine’, you had insisted, saying that you had managed to snack on cut apples for breakfast.

By the moment Sunday snaps out of his thoughts, he notices a crinkle at the side of the paper where his thumb laid.

He’s not composed at all.

“ Sunday?”

By the time the clock struck ten and the assembly had concluded, Sunday took it upon himself to rent a bike at a nearby bus stop rather than waiting for his driver, hoping to make a quick detour to your house instead (his adoptive father would never have allowed him to do so). He had recognised your address from your first date, where he dropped you off by your neighbour’s house to prevent you from getting teased by your parents (you had insisted and he obliged). Your mother was there to greet him by the door, clearly whiplashed by the sight of a disconcerted, red faced handsome boy standing at her front door. She quickly flashes him a look of familiarity, to which he feels happy at (you must have shown your mother pictures of him, his ears redden at the thought).

He could only hope that you showed her the good ones and that despite your mischievous peculiarity, you’d care enough to help him make a good impression.

“You look much handsome in real life,” Your mother comments when he enters.

Never-mind. You definitely took it upon yourself to show her the worst ones. He could only pray that they don’t include his baby features, where his bangs were chopped short, “I apologise for coming so late, I came as soon as the assembly had finished-“

“- I understand,” Your mother chuckles, “I’m more impressed that a teenage boy would make so much effort to care for a partner with a flu when it’s so close to midnight,” She hands him a glass of warm water, urging him to walk up the stairs to your room, “They’d heal in no time after all.”

He shakes his head decisively, “That’d be an unfitting behaviour for a husband.”

The once vibrant mood turned quiet in no time and realising what he had said, his cheeks flushed a vibrant red and his ears burned incessantly.

Your mother watches him with shell shocked expression, thankfully the glass had been on Sunday’s hand at this point, judging by how her hand had loosened immediately he had blurted the words out, the glass would have been on the floor otherwise. Which would have been unsightly for a first impression.

“SUNDAY!”

He hears your familiar yell, clearly happening upon his arrival and his words.

He had planned to scold you for your misdemeanours (showing your mother terrible pictures of him) but it seems that he had committed a far graver crime than you did: an impromptu proposal at hours so close to midnight.

“… I sincerely apologise. Please pretend you didn’t hear anything.”

Sunday wishes for the concrete floors to eat him alive.

[mousathe14]

So as I mentioned before, Young Justice was interrupted by a whole “Sins of Youth” event where everyone’s ages were screwed up.

So we just finished Aquaman & Lagoon Boy as well as Batman & Robin’s stories

That’s still 4 more pillars of Young Justice left. So let’s see what Impulse is up to.

Dressing down Wally. This reversal is definitely something. How is Impulse a more mature adult than Wally is as an adult?

And yeah, Wally’s been going on about his honeymoon since the Jr. Justice League segment.

Superman and Batman are off protecting their cities, everyone else is trying to find solutions to their predicament, and all Wally can think about is his honeymoon.

I can understand wanting to tell Linda what happened but I don’t think that’s what his plans are.

Their relationship is fascinating and I’m glad the first thing he did after trying to get Wally to slow down was to see the most important person in his life, Max. Give him reassurance, bounce off ideas, like peer rather than a pupil/nuisance/weird family member.

I’m glad they get to have this moment, Max seeing Bart have maturity and smart ideas. Seeing the most important person in his life be a grown up.

I gotta get back to the Impulse comics of this era. I’m so far behind but man, the new art is painful to get through. But I gotta know what’s up with Max.

NOW! On to the funny bit.

Now that’s what I like to see, horror at this new state of affairs.

Since Linda is a reporter her plan is to use her connections to help put a positive spin on the heroes. But…

Boy’s got a honeymoon to get to. It’s almost all he talked about as soon as he got kid-ified.

Linda is not impressed. In fact she cannot stand the very idea of kissing this OG Teen Titan.

Wallace is right, he may be bad, but Aquaman is ten times worse.

You know, that’s a shoulder hug but it almost doesn’t look like it.

So the plan is for Wally and Bart to go on a worldwide media blitz, basically a publicity stunt to do a bunch of interviews over the course of mere minutes each. It doesn’t go well and it’s not particularly interesting.

Honestly this is the worst scene:

The idea that Bart’s aroace coding is because he isn’t old enough?

I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.

This isn’t even being done by one of his main writers, it’s being written by, lemmie check…

DWAYNE MCDUFFIE!?

You’re one of my heroes, man, how could you do this to me and to Impulse?

Okay, let’s cheer myself up with some Bart roasting Wally. He’s gonna be taller than Wally, that’s funny.

And he’s right, the piss costume is a bad costume. He looks like discount Reverse Flash. He looks like someone was trying to make a Reverse Flash costume from a thrift store. Why would you make your PRIMARY costume color look like Reverse Flash’s?

Impulse is right, Wally donning a Kid-Impulse costume is the way to go.

Also here’s a cute Red Tornado scene

I don’t know what he’s listening to but the fact that he kind of enjoys being a kid and he’s listening to some kind of rock and roll is really adorable.

The idea that Reddy feels cut off from his humanity is ridiculous. He couldn’t be more human right now.

So the rapid fire interviews don’t go well. Too busy being heroes.

But we end with this nice little scene.

Impulse shows how much he’ll grow, finding the rescuing of others to be more important than good press.

Which is very much in character anyway, Bart is many things but egotistical isn’t one of them. While Wally acknowledges that as one of his flaws.

Bart wouldn’t know what to do with the press other than be goofy or say “hi” to Max. He’s kind of a show off but entirely for his amusement because he still processes things like a video game.

But we finish this section off with Wally actually being sweet by comparing Bart to Barry, which is probably the nicest thing he’ll ever say to him (that’s not true, he’ll say nice things to him in The Flash comics of the era, eventually).

Man, everyone loves Barry so much, but I guess when you run yourself to death saving reality itself people can only have nice things to say about you.

I should consider reading the Flash Volume 1 but uh, if Wally is this little of a character as an adult I can’t imagine how much worse it would be for Barry in older comics.

[snowfires]

How would they react if Reader had to kill someone but out of self defense? 👀

There are many people out there in the multiverse that would stand to gain from attacking Reader—whether simply to increase their LV or to enact revenge on the likes of Nightmare and Error. The boys would never ask Reader to kill—she’s their healer, it’s not good for her to gain LV—but… what if she was left with no choice?

Dust knows that this is upsetting for you—that you feel guilty, even though it was to protect yourself. He’d try to be comforting, snuggling against your side, nuzzling his face against yours. Do you know how agonizing it would have been if anything were to happen to you? He’s thankful you’re alive. You did what you had to.

But there’s another part of him, that LV-ridden part that desires to constantly gain more, that can’t shake the image of you killing from his mind. The curve of your arms pulling the bow back, the blood and dust falling before you… that expression of focus, your complete determination to stay alive…

You looked so beautiful.

Killer has always adored how caring you are—how you would heal even murderers like him rather than leave them to suffer. It’s an attitude so incredibly different from his own, and really from his entire family. And that’s great—you balance out their most sadistic tendencies, fill the role of their healer and Queen perfectly.

Killer knows you understand when violence is necessary, and you’ve never admonished him for defending you out on the field. Still, it’s better for you not to engage in that violence yourself. Killer loves change, but he would rather not see you lose who you are. He loves the woman who healed him in the woods—not the empty hearted murderer you could become if they forced you to help with missions.

He’ll show off his particularly exciting kills, put on displays of violent magic for you, and offer to kill people who inconvenience you. But he’ll never ask you to do it yourself.

When it does happen, Killer’s not too worried. It was just one kill. A self defence kill! And you did a great job—arrow straight to the heart. Just like in training. In fact, he’s proud of you, excitedly shortcutting to your side and starting to congratulate you before he gets a proper look at your face.

You’re crying, shaking… your eyes don’t even seem to be looking at him. You stumble back, dropping the bow, and Killer catches you, drawing you into his arms and letting you sob into his shoulder. It’s alright. You can be upset about it. He’ll take care of you.

Killer isn’t really possessive. But he insists on being the one to carry you to the castle and get you settled in your quarters after Horror and Nightmare tend to your wounds. You should get nice and comfy while he finds something fun for you to do! How about your favourite movies? Or binge-watching tv? You don’t look like you’ll be sleeping tonight, which is fine. He’ll be there, helping you focus on something else. Not the healthiest coping mechanism in the long run, but when you are ready to talk, he’s there for you.

Cross is devastated. They were all there with you when it happened. He didn’t need to be out on the front lines—Killer and Horror had that handled. He should have reacted in time to protect you.

He wants to comfort you, but he’s ashamed. He can barely look Nightmare in the eyes, let alone you. Besides, what could he do that the others couldn’t? Killer is great at keeping morale up, Dust fills the quiet comfort role already, Horror is better at cooking and finding nice scented candles… and oils… and flowers…, Error has already sown you a plushie by the time you’re back in bed, and Nightmare is their King! He always knows what to do (Cross believes). 

It is Killer who snaps him out of his self-loathing. This isn’t about him. You aren’t disappointed—you’re terrified. There’s not anything any of them could have done to prevent this. It was bound to happen eventually. But you’re covered in dust and your hair is a mess, and none of them are good enough at styling it. At least, Killer claims at much.

His excuse works, because Cross rushes back to your side. A good thing, too. Cross understands human needs better than the rest of them, and still understands how horrifying it is to take someone’s life. The others can comfort you, but even Horror, who has faced most of his past, doesn’t value life the same as he once did. Cross is younger—he rarely kills. He understands.

Horror focuses 90% of his effort on making you comfortable. Cross is shaken up, so he’s the one who deals with first aid for you, with some assistance from Nightmare to find the right materials. You have quite a few scratches yourself. They’ve got to make sure they don’t get infected, okay?

It took some getting used to, but by the time this scenario occurs, Horror is used to you wanting to avoid meals after a traumatic event, and over-indulge in your favourites. He’ll find something light on your stomach, and something sugary you can keep down. He doesn’t love seeing you not looking after yourself, but the excited expression you make when he brings in a massive tub of home-made icecream sure makes up for it. You don’t worry about nothing. This’ll pass. And when Killer and Cross’ constant fussing gets too much, he’ll be there to whisk you away into the gardens for a bit. 

The other 10% of his effort? Keeping Dust from looking so damn infatuated with you.

Error knows as soon as he pops in the castle and takes a look at you. He is the only one who can read code itself—he sees your EXP has gone up, and that you’re even more stressed than usual.

Error is not good at comforting people. Intense emotions are difficult to deal with, and as a human you have so many. Navigating your quickly changing feelings feels like walking through a minefield. Nevermind trying to talk to you when you’re like this—his bluntness about the nature of the multiverse, along with his belief that the person you killed was just some abomination anyways aren’t exactly comforting. But he can do other things for you.

Error sneaks back in through a portal when the others have cleared the room for a bit, carrying what you realize is a care package—a new plushie, sweets, your favourite soaps and cake from OuterTale… 

Error squeezes your hands, simply remarking that out of everyone in the multiverse, you are still the best person he’s met. This doesn’t change that.

Nightmare is displeased. Not with his boys, no. They tend to you well, as they should to their Queen. Not to you, never you… you should never have been placed in this position. He is furious with the AU they were in when it happened.

He helps Horror patch you up, whispering loving words in your ears and ridding you of the worst of your distress—just enough so Killer can get you settled in your chambers. Then he leaves, back to the world where this happened.

They were supposed to gain that world as one of his own—a hub of negativity, sworn not to accept help from his brother or any other outcodes, and to supply him with offerings, just as all of the other worlds he “owns” do. But this? Attacking his own on arrival, harming his Queen….

Unfortunately, there won’t be an AU to own when he’s finished.

When Nightmare returns, he plucks Killer from the bed with a tentacle and sends him away from your room. It’s nearly dawn. What you need is to read a calming book, then get some sleep. He’ll help keep your thoughts and bad dreams at bay. And though he struggles to understand other beings, he will do his best to support you in recovering from this. Perhaps he can find a book on guilt to consult…

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

LIP GLOSS!

beach date headcanons

gender neutral reader

ARYU JYUBEI!

checking out all of the stylish beach glam!

The beach holds a lot of risks for someone who wants to look in tiptop shape, but that isn’t deterring Aryu from a beautiful day out with you. He picks his outfits in advance, setting out patterned tropical shirts and matching pants, and he even puts his hair up and decorates it with shiny floral accessories. He’ll try to match with you and offer to help you dress yourself up, making sure you look just as glam as he does. Once at the beach, he’s eager to tan in the sun for a bit to show off his equally pretty swimsuit, and if time allows, he’ll even try to buy some souvenir clothes at the gift shop. You might be able to convince him to buy one of those obnoxious cringey tourist-bait t-shirts, but only if you promise to get one yourself to match with him and parade around the beach together like the keenly dressed couple you are!

“What do you think about this one?” You proudly hold up a big white t-shirt that has the phrase ‘SUNS OUT, GUNS OUT’ printed onto it in huge black letters. It’s garish and decorated with the most ugly emoji pictures known to man, which is why it caught your attention and precisely why you picked it out for Aryu to judge.

Your boyfriend swallows back a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples as if staring at your picks any longer would cause his brain to melt out of his ears. You had dragged him around the gift shops picking out the ugliest shirts you could find, each one growing worse than the last. Aryu shot down your offer to buy matching t-shirts with cartoon abs plastered onto the torso, so you thought you were toning things down.

“Are you really set on buying the most tacky thing you can get your hands on?” He asks, as if questioning you will change your determined will to wrestle your boyfriend into an embarrassing shirt. You nod eagerly, turning your attention back to the rack of horrible apparel next to you. Abandoning the white shirt you were just holding, you start rifling through it again.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! Think about how jealous all of your friends will be! Even if it’s an awful souvenir, it’s not like they have a significant other that they can match with.” You grin at him with what Aryu can only describe as devilish intent as you bring out your next contender for him to judge. This time, it’s an all black t-shirt with the phrase ‘I GET BEACHES’ on it in bright yellow cartoonish print.

Aryu sighs again defeatedly. “...I suppose love and glam can go hand-in-hand. Very well. Pick whichever one you like. We can wear the shirts together, and perhaps everyone will see our natural stylishness shine even more from our affection for one another.”

Your grin widens even further, stretching quite literally from ear-to-ear. “Say less! I’ll pick out the best shirt you’ve ever seen!”

NANASE NIJIRO!

teaching him how to swim!

Nanase’s sunny attitude and courage often leads to him sticking himself headfirst into places he’s less-than-equipped for. You should have expected this: your endearing boyfriend making a beeline for the waves the moment you arrived at the beach, only to realize in horror that the boy has no clue how to swim and is being swept away as he flails his arms uselessly. After fishing him out and failing to get properly mad at him once you see his bright smile, you have no choice but to resort to teaching him the basics. Buying him a few floaties and kickboard ought to do the trick, and Nanase will entertain himself for hours bobbing around in the sea, looking more like a toddler in all of his swim gear than he does a soon-to-be professional soccer player. But, hey, at least he still looks adorable!

You tighten the floating around Nanase’s bicep, making sure the velcro strap is fastened on securely enough that no amount of waving, flailing, or splashing will cause it to come loose. Nanase waits patiently, and he stares up at you with his big eyes as drops of salty water drip from strands of his midnight black hair. 

You pat his arm when you’re satisfied with your work. “Okay, that should be good! Jesus, you scared me really badly there… Why’d you go rushing into the water if you don’t know how to swim?”

“It looked fun! Everyone else was already in the water, and I was in there before I knew it! I couldn’t help it… Isn’t the whole point of going to a beach to have fun in the water?” Nanase asks innocently, and a hint of a boyish smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Even when he’s being scolded, he looks so pleased with himself that you have no choice but to forgive him almost automatically. 

“Well… Yeah, but still…,” you sigh, shaking your head. “Just take it easy, and don’t go places where you can’t get yourself out of. These floaties should keep you from going under at least. Don’t go too far away, and stay close to me, okay? I’ll go in with you.”

His eyes light up, twinkling like stars when you mention that you’ll be accompanying him. “You’re going to come with….? Oh! Are you going to save me again if something bad happens?”

This boy…! You can’t tell if he actually has a brain in that head of his. What are you ever going to do with someone as airheaded as him? It’s like he lives and breathes just for your attention, and as much as you love him, it makes you wary of everything he does. 

You reach over, and you grab his cheeks, pinching the soft flesh and stretching his face out as if it were made out of playdough. “Don’t go and get any stupid ideas! Purposefully drowning yourself so that I’ll rescue you is not an option, Nanase! Do you hear me?”

Nanase mumbles out the best he can with his cheeks being pinched, “Y-Yesshir…”

SHIDOU RYUSEI!

surfing!

Shidou loves moving to the beat of his own drum. He acts independently, plays independently, and defies the logic of anyone who tries to snare him within the strings of reasoning. Getting to go on a beach date with you means that he’s going to do whatever he wants. Be it teasing you in your swimsuit, downing a whole mountain of shaved ice, and then letting loose in the water, Shidou knows how to keep himself busy and does his best to drag you into his shenanigans as well. Whether or not it ends up with the two of you mastering the waves or play-fighting while drenching each other in seawater, Shidou will have you laughing and enjoying yourself with him by the end of the day. He has his charms, as insufferable as he might be, but you have to give him credit where credit is due.

“Hey-”

The sun blares in your eyes while you try to relax underneath the big beach umbrella you had lugged out to the sandy shore, taking refuge in the shade it creates as you forget the rest of the world. Or you would, had it not been for your insistent boyfriend constantly prodding at your arm.

“C’mon, quit ignoring me,” Shidou grumbles, puffing his cheeks out. You don’t know how he manages to keep up his energy even in the blazing beach heat, but when Shidou becomes fixated on something, he won’t stop until he sees it through. Unfortunately for you in this case, he’s determined to get you to join him and won’t let you rest until you will.

You groan dramatically, flopping like a pile of goop onto the beach towel underneath you. “It’s so hot! How does anyone have the energy to go surf in the sun like this?”

“The whole point of surfing is to cool off, idiot.” Shidou pokes you in the side of your head jokingly. He gestures to the waves a few feet away, the clear blue water glistening like diamonds underneath the unfiltered sunlight. “We try it out, we fall into the water, and we cool off. Solid plan, don’tcha think?”

You wonder if it’s worth biting back at him, to tell him to go do it on his own while you desperately try to cool off on your own, but if the wide grin on his face tells you anything, it’s that Shidou will drag you into the sea one way or another. It’s your choice whether or not you go willingly or have him carry you kicking and screaming, and you make the wise decision to peel yourself off of the ground.

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, aren’t you? I know you too well,” you pretend to sigh disappointedly, but your faux reluctance isn’t fooling anyone. Shidou gives a loud cheer and grabs your hands, leaving the two of you stumbling across the hot sand and towards the surfboards, ready to make a splash in the waves. 

MICHAEL KAISER!

getting sunburnt and crying for your attention!

Kaiser loves trying to show off to impress you, only to turn around and end up flopping so bad that he looks pathetic instead. But that’s all part of his charm, isn’t it? Leave it to everyone’s (least) favorite German to buckle up for a romantic day at the beach, except he ends up getting burned by the sun to the point that he turns as red as a lobster. Lucky for him, you’re there to comfort him when he comes crying about how much it hurts and how he feels like he’s going to die unless you’re there to rub aloe vera onto his chest and back. It’s totally not because he wants you to feel his abs and toned back muscles, and he totally doesn’t need a kiss from you in order to heal as fast as he can! Maybe what he truly needs from you is a harsh glare from you and a freezing cold ice pack in order to put him back in his place.

“What are you going to do without me?” You sigh, shaking your head as you slather up your hands with a generous helping of soothingly cool aloe vera. Kaiser whimpers, laying on his stomach as his irritated red back provides proof to you that your handsome but stupid boyfriend got cooked to crisp in the sun. 

He groans under his breath in relief when you spread the solution onto his sunburnt skin, his body practically melting underneath your fingertips. You bite back a coy smile; who could imagine an esteemed striker like him turning into needy putty the moment he needs your help? 

“Darling, it’s like I’m falling in love with you all over again,” he whispers. He squirms underneath you, trying to guide your hands upwards his muscled back, clearly flexing his muscles to show off, and you roll your eyes. Smacking his shoulders gently, you take your hands off of him.

“I’m more than aware of how helpless you’d be if you didn’t have me.” You don’t want to admit that you’re equally in love with him, even though dating him feels more like being his white knight in shining armor than a proper lover at times. But when he cranes his neck to look up at you with such loving blue eyes and his signature grin, you can’t help but let your frown turn into a smile.

“But I do have you. Because you’re so madly in love with my charm, right? Because I’m that good-looking and talented, right?” Kaiser’s just fishing for your attention at this point to lift his spirits, and you lean forward to brush some of his hair out of his forehead. 

You roll your eyes, and you kiss him quickly to get him to shut up. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, you doofus.”

Kaiser melts again, swooning visibly as he gazes deeply at your face. He bats his eyelashes up at you, his cheeks brightening into a tiny pink flush as he stares at you as if you were the most beautiful person ever in history. “You know… I’m sure I’d be instantly cured if you kissed my sunburn better… What do you think, darling?”

“Dream on, Kaiser.”

x

[violettathepiratequeen]

March 19th, 2025

Hello there, gentle viewers! Welcome back to Buffy Slays, where I’ll be going through all 144 episodes of BtVS over the course of a year, highlighting as many of the GOOD moments, lines, character choices, worldbuilding moments, etc. etc. as I think people will have the patience to read. 

So, here we go! 

Season 1, Episode 6, “The Pack.”

A field trip to the zoo turns deadly after Xander and a gang of mean-spirited kids become possessed by hyenas. (Pulled from Hulu.)

If you're reading along and haven't finished the show, consider this your Spoiler Warning for discussion of future episodes and major plot points in any and all of these posts.

Episode Number: #6 Episode Ranking: #141 out of 144. Writer: Matt Kiene

Top 5 Quotes:

“God, this game is brutal. I love it.” —Gym Coach

“It’s devastating. He’s turned into a sixteen-year-old boy. Of course, you’ll have to kill him.” —Giles

“You’re gonna have so much detention, your grandchildren will be staying after school.” —Principal Flutie

“Why couldn’t Xander be possessed by a puppy, or some ducks?” —Willow

“Did I ask you to speak? Okay, I guess I did.” –Principal Flutie

How “The Pack” Slays:

The way Buffy resists getting bullied. The four bullies come up and start taunting her at the zoo, and she replies with a quip and a smile, not lashing out or acting hurt or stooping to their level. She’s just gracious that way.

Willow and Buffy talking about boys. The episode after this raises the question of whether Buffy should have feelings for Angel, so this is a clever and efficient way to assure us of those feelings even existing, without having to actually have an Angel scene in an episode that isn’t about him.

Flutie and the pig. The scene where the pig is running through the halls in a silly little mascot costume, and Buffy picks him up. The pig likes Buffy much better than Flutie, so Flutie asks her to come with him to put the pig back in its cage. And Flutie is going on and on about school spirit to her, in a way that’s… kind of nice, like he’s bonding with her. And she looks adorable holding this not-at-all-scary pig, a pig she thinks is very cute. It’s a fun scene, and introduces the “Buffy likes pigs” lore, as well as showing us that Flutie is on Buffy’s side… finally.

The dodgeball scene. The coach and his deadpan, sinister attitude is such a funny detail to have for two minutes of screen time. The fact that it’s a silent scene except for balls bouncing and kids running is so great, as the bullies pick off everyone weaker than them… which includes everyone except for Buffy. It includes Lance, the kid they were bullying in the beginning, who is on their own team.There’s like… this kind of quiet horror to this scene, but I love that the bullies at their most animalistic recognize Buffy as a predator that they don’t want to mess with. And she swoops in and saves Lance, the prey. 

Xander solving his math problems by throwing the textbook away. He’s possessed at the time, and this is meant to showcase part of his cruel, animal nature, but uhhh as someone who NEVER had a smooth time in math I identify heavily with this moment. Even him lashing out at Willow is relatable, because he wasn’t yelling at her so much as himself and his inability to understand something that made sense a week ago.

Xander has friends outside of Buffy and Willow. When he and the bullies are possessed, they walk up to a table to steal the lunches of some people who I think are meant to be in the nerd/loser category. But one of them immediately asks Xander’s opinion on something, and doesn’t address the other four, so I love to think that Xander gets along with others on the bottom rung like he is. Lance probably falls into that category, too.

Xander does not actually rape Buffy, nor does he get near it. She tackles him first, and after he pins her down, she throws him off, telling him she doesn’t want to hurt him. He throws her against the wall, suckles her neck, and says some gross stuff, but the next scene is her dragging an unconscious Xander towards the library, claiming she hit him with a desk. We know she’s stronger than him, and even if he’d gone further than he did, she would have been able to stop him. As it is, she’s not afraid to hit him with an extremely heavy object, and hurt him if it’s to protect herself. At no point does she seem bothered by his actions, either, she tells Willow he “tried,” not that he actually succeeded, and she attributes his non-traditional wooing to the fact that there’s a hyena spirit in him right now.

When Buffy throws the zookeeper into the hyena pit, she makes it clear that this was an accident by running after him, an obvious attempt to save him, and looks shaken that she isn’t able to do so. And this is an always-present characterization of her. She will fight humans who are hurting people, or doing something violent or stupid. And if they die, she doesn’t beat herself up over it. But she never LETS them die without trying to save them, and she never intentionally deals the killing blow.

The final shot in this episode, after Xander claims to not remember anything and Giles tells him he’ll keep his secret, is Xander walking away, looking downcast. He does feel remorse, and trauma, and guilt for all of this. He may not have had to own up to what he did, but he’s being punished for it all the same.

Xander Harris Is A Bro:

It’s important, in this episode, to remember Xander’s good moments. First up being his and Willow’s excitement at going to the zoo, seeing zebras mating, happy to be on a field trip together, even though Buffy is bored with the whole thing and off wandering by herself.

He saves Lance from the hyena fate. Watches him get dragged off by the bully group, and follows to stand up for him. He succeeds, which works out for everybody, because Buffy and Willow are close enough to notice something is wrong with Xander, and therefore the rest of the group, whereas probably no one would have noticed if something was wrong with Lance, and they would have all succumbed to the possession.

As soon as the hyena is pulled out of Xander, he sees the zookeeper trying to kill Willow, and jumps to her defense. Buffy is also fighting for her life at the moment, but Willow is Xander’s priority.

He hugs Willow in the very end scene. He claims he doesn’t remember what happened, but gives Willow a big squeeze, apologizing the only way he’s able, impressing upon her that she is so very important to him, no matter what the demon in him told her.

The Demon Talking:

This is a tough episode to watch, and obviously Xander’s behavior is so disturbing that it turned many people off his character, in a way that he was never able to recover from in their opinions. Spike had the same problem in late S6, but by then at least he’d had multiple episodes building up what a great guy he was, so those of us who loved him could go on loving him. Especially with the season that came after. I’ll get to that when we get there.

But for now, I need to highlight why this episode does not ruin Xander’s character, and why Buffy and Willow can forgive him and move on, not even making him own up to what he did, not feeling in any way triggered or traumatized or differently about him in episodes to come. Willow continues to want him, and Buffy continues to let him have his unspoken crush until he finally asks her out, and she turns him down.

This show talks a lot about demons, of course, but there are so many different ways that demonic energies are shown. There are people turning into demons, there are people getting aspects of a demon, or becoming half-demon, or all sorts of variables. But there is also demonic possession. And a possession is always going to be a violation. A rape of body and mind.

Xander in this episode is possessed by a demonic spirit; the wording is very clear here, and that makes him a victim. He is only possessed by said spirit because he is defending someone from being tormented by bullies. His assault on Buffy is intermingled with the scene of the other four eating Principal Flutie, highlighting that this is something none of them would have done in their right minds. His first act after being cured is to leap into the fray to save Willow. And he does ask his friends after the fact what he did to them. He may be lying about not remembering, but he does give them the chance to call him out, and make him apologize. It is not the smartest or bravest way out, maybe, but we need to allow for the fact that he is traumatized by this. He doesn’t want to think about the cruel words he spat in Willow’s face, or what he tried to do to Buffy, or the fact that he ate a pig raw and was just all around a total jerk for the past couple days. So he buries it, claims ignorance, but still gives them the chance to make him ‘fess up. 

And they, I think, know that he remembers. Buffy and Willow share a kind of smirk with each other when he asks, not because he did anything so funny and humiliating that they’re being kind by pretending it didn’t happen. But more because they know he’s hiding as a defense mechanism, and they’re willing to let him have it. They know it wasn’t really him. They read the books and watched the tape and saw the whole ritual go down. They don’t hold any of his actions against him, whether he remembers them or not, and they’re willing to forgive and forget and move on, and not make him suffer any more than he already is.

As for Giles, I think he was doing the same. He doesn’t know the nasty stuff Xander did to the girls, all he knows is that Xander ate a pig, and what Buffy told him about his attitude changing. He lets Xander off the hook as well, for something he doesn’t know about.

All four of them may be at fault for this; all four of them are kind of known for repressing how they actually feel, and hiding behind their various strengths (magic, books, jokes, being the Slayer). But even if they don’t air it out, I think all four of them are on the same page that it wasn’t Xander who did any of those things, but a demonic possession twisting his desires of wanting Buffy and not wanting Willow into something evil and harmful. Which is not something that will change their good opinions of him. 

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And that’s a wrap on Episode 6! Thank you so much for reading this far!

Previous: “Never Kill a Boy on the First Date.”

Next up: “Angel.” 

(Credit for GIFs in this post: @detectivedawnsummers)

[hathay]

second year halloween hc’s pt2.

(i now realize in the splitting of the second years i left riddle by his lonesome with octavinelle, so to him i formally apologize.)

warnings: horror movies are mentioned, ghosts too. also i daurnt proof read😍 (may ooc riddle? i tried on him i am sorry if it sucks</3)

included: floyd, jade, riddle, & azul!

⥳floyd⥴

- he just really, really enjoys spooking people.

- like, a chance to dress up all scary?? to see the lovely faces of people lighting up with utter fear? SIGN HIM UP.

- he’s trying to scare anyone and everyone, let’s not mention how he gets all moody when someone isn’t scared by him and just giggling at his antics instead.

- he hates decorating for halloween it’s way too much effort but lemme tell you, pumpkin carving or horror movie watching? he’s all for it.

- makes the worst jack-o-lantern you’ve ever seen. like seriously what is that? he would quite literally just smile and be like “i love it😄”. he’d give it a name and all.

- he adores horror movies on halloween because he likes giggling when people are super scared, likes to teasing people about it too. (the type to scream in the middle of an intensely quiet scene.)

- steals candy. steals so much candy. actually, forget stealing, he just scares people into handing over candy to him and has NO remorse for it, they should’ve just been tougher, barely even put up a fight!

- he might even consider changing costumes halfway through the night so he can re-scare people or keep himself from getting bored.

⥴jade⥳

- he loves halloween are you kidding me.

- he loves costumes he seriously does, dressing up is just so exciting for him. he likes to look mysterious and all fancy.

- we all know halloween in the sea is much different so he’s still learning more about land halloween and boy is he INTERESTED. especially learning about all the cultures traditions, he’s captivated!

- also quite enjoys scaring people, he’ll wear a scary costume but go around acting like a living angels all night until he gets to chance to absolutely horrify people. then just does his lil soft smirk and struts away (he totally struts.)

- he also loves telling scary stories in the calmest most monotone voice while describing the most traumatizing scary thing ever. (it’s more chilling this way i’m telling you.)

- he would scare people in the most methodical way physically possible and he would act so shocked and innocent as his plan unraveled.

- the opposite of floyd in the pumpkin carving area, his pumpkin would be so gorgeous. like how did this man manage to make an art piece out of a PUMPKIN??

- he’s not a big candy fan tbh, man is floyd or someone else gonna luck out if he decides he’s feeling sweet enough to hand it all over.

♔riddle♔

- i beg of someone show him he can actually time to relax and enjoy himself on halloween.

- if he were to be somehow persuaded to go trick-or-treating i do think he would rather enjoy himself. to give himself a chance to be a bit of a kid, to let loose yk. it would be fun for him to experience something exciting that he hasn’t before.

- doesn’t want candy, he doesn’t like junk food, but mayhaps if he likes someone enough he wouldn’t be opposed to getting candy and giving it all to said person. as long as the queens rules permit it though.

- declines to watch horror movies. he won’t do it, maybe something tamer like halloween town? even then he’s judging EVERYONE in it.

- his costumes are well thought out, they are absolutely not something stupid or spur of the moment like certain people. (*cough cough ace*)

- BUT he lowkey likes being a little scary on halloween, it’s the intimidation factor that he enjoys.

- he won’t carve pumpkins either, way too messy for his tastes, maybe if the queen allows it, he’ll partake in painting or drawing on the front of pumpkins!

✯azul✯

- he’s so excited. so excited. sure sure he may seem like he’s only in it for a profit (he’s THRILLED about said profit don’t get me wrong) but he loves halloween itself too.

- he does enjoy halloween profit but he also just enjoys halloween decorates, he likes all the cute halloween stuff and how he can make it all however he pleases. like little sugar cubes shaped like pumpkins or ghosts? he’ll never tell but he thinks they’re so cute.

- idc what he says he’s afraid of ghosts. like how ghosts are quite prevalent in the coral sea, as a kid he would hide under his covers and sob because he was fearful of them. (it happened i was totally there)

- he would watch halloween movies but would act so hard to seem uninterested or that in that situation he’d be a-okay.

- he convinces people he only likes to capitalize off halloween but he lowkey loves matching costumes and thinks they’re cute. if someone he likes asked him to match i stg he’d be unable to speak. (he turns into mush fr)

- i think he would really enjoy dressing up, he’s an extravagant man yk! if he gets to wear something that makes him feel on top of the world he’s gonna do it.

[honourablejester]

My More Obscure Fanfic

I got a kudos today on an old fic for a rare pairing, so I thought I’d put together a list of some of my fics for smaller or more obscure fandoms, ones that might take some time to find because they’re way down the bottom of my fandoms list on AO3.

Got a Gunmetal Shine (L.A. Confidential 1997)

A small Jack Vincennes/Ed Exley fanfic, because this is a tiny pairing, and I’m not sure why? Well, okay. Ed/Bud(/Lynn), I kind of get that one will win out, but there’s also the fact that Jack’s last scene was a message to Ed. So. I thought I’d give those boys some love?

Morning Truths (Captain Kronos: Vampire Hunter 1974)

This is one of two fics for this fandom on AO3, which isn’t surprising because it’s one of the more obscure Hammer Horror vampire flicks of the 70s. But I really enjoyed the character of Hieronymus Grost, our hero’s hunchbacked sidekick, so here’s a warm little morning friendship moment.

A Wonderous Terror (RED 2010)

Again, Ivan/Victoria is such a tiny pairing, which baffles me because they were easily the most fantastic and adorable part of these movies. This is a tiny scene set after the first movie of Ivan musing adoringly at a still-wounded Victoria.

Old Strengths and New Weaknesses (Flash Gordon 1980)

This movie is a giant ball of 80s cheese riffing off 30s cheese, but I love it. So I wrote a fic about Princess Aura and Prince Barin, in the aftermath of the movie, struggling to deal with the changes two Earth heroes have wrought on their world and on them. Aura/Barin with hints of an OT4, because this is one of the most polyamorous movies I’ve ever seen.

This Time We Have (The Breed 2001)

Again, one of 4 fics total for this fandom on AO3, because this is an incredibly obscure vampire dystopia movie from the early oughts, but I wanted an OT3 fic between the main lead, his vampiric partner, and his vampiric love interest, about the fact that they both love him and he is, perhaps deeply inconveniently, immune to vampirism.

A Worthy Foe (The Valois Romances by Alexandre Dumas)

Not exactly Dumas’ most famous work, but I adore the character of Chicot, the jester to King Henri III of France. And the Comte de Bussy has an odd comment in the books where he notes that a friend of his ‘knows Chicot is a rough swordsman’ so be careful not to challenge him. This, from what is likely the best swordsman in the kingdom, and our hero. So … how did Bussy know?

The Love I Bear Thee (The Queen’s Thief series by Megan Whalen Turner)

Relius/Teleus became a much more popular pairing after the fifth book, but I’m somewhat proud that I saw it all the way back at the third, and that this was the first story for that pairing on AO3. On the subject of loves for whom one would forgive torture, and why.

Ka, Akh, Ren (The Mummy 1999/Highlander the Series)

This one is not a rare pair or fandom, as such, it’s just that since we’ve been talking about the Mummy recently I remembered that I wrote it. The Mummy crew meet a 5000 year old dead man, and after an initial round of bullets, it goes surprisingly well?

Choose Not Lethe & Never Strangers (Dark City 1998)

This movie has a pretty small but dedicated fanbase, and I deeply adore it. Two fics exploring the potential relationship between Dr. Screber and John Murdoch after the end of the movie, now that they are abruptly free and can focus on complications other than survival.

Love’s Weight in Knowing & Brightness Dwells (James Asher Vampire series by Barbara Hambly)

Again, not the most popular vampire series in the world, but such a good one. These were written after I think reading only the first two books? The first is James and Lydia struggling over their love for a monster and their wish that someone had been there to save his soul, and the second is Simon, said monster, struggling over his love for a pair of mortals and how very dangerous that love is to his sociopathic vampiric survival instinct.

Beneath the Skin (Magnificent Seven TV Series)

Not at all a rare fandom, but stories with Nathan and Ezra as the main relationship (even mostly platonically as in this case) are a bit thinner on the ground. A supernatural AU still set in the old West where Ezra, as a consequence of his itinerant gambler’s lifestyle, can play vampire hunter at a push, and Nathan, as a consequence of his background as a slave, has some darker secrets still.

… A fair few of my smaller fandoms are for vampire media, I’m noticing. And some of my AUs even for bigger media are also vampire related. Heh.

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MK1 Rants:

💚🐍Syzoth’s Hissing Habit🐍💚

MY SWEET BABIE BOY SYZOTH, I HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN A RANT FOR HIM!!!

OKAY! OKAY! SO-

You know how Syzoth hisses? Like in his intro dialogues when he’s irked or angered and all that?

Well, my little wormy brain did some thinking and thought about it. What if Syzoth’s hissing was purely out of instinct or habit? Like he hisses when irked or angered, emotions like that.

So, and hear me out on this, I think that Syzoth also hisses at things he finds threatening or dangerous at a first glance. Now big threats like people trying to kill those he cares about or destroy the realms are a no-brainer, but what about normal Earthrealm things?

Like, you brought Syzoth to Earthrealm because he had a day off and he wanted to see where you came from. And you just spent the day in your house just chilling and explaining what a T.V. was and how, no, a dead little girl wasn’t going to crawl out of it like in The Ring, why in the damn Jesus take the wheel fuck did Johnny show you that movie, sweetie-?

Babie boy isn’t a fan of horror films-

And when you start to get hungry for a snack, you ask Syzoth if he wants some fruit. He nods and politely waits for you on the couch while you go to the kitchen to grab some watermelon for you two to share. So you got a big bowl, put some watermelon you already cut up in it, and grabbed two forks before walking back out into the living room.

You set the bowl of watermelon down on the coffee table and held out one of the forks to Syzoth and-

*HISSSSSSSSS!*

The-

The fuck-?

You looked over at Syzoth to see him backed away a bit, glaring at the fork in your hand like it had committed fucking genocide. Was he okay?

You tried to hand him the fork again and-

*HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!*

He-

He hissed at the fork again and backed away even more, still glaring at the utensil.

It took a second, but you eventually put two and two together and started laughing your ass off. And this made Syzoth very confused.

Why were you laughing when there was something dangerous in your hand? Something that could very easily hurt you or him!

What in the name of Argus were you holding anyway? It didn’t matter because it looked like AN EXTREMELY DANGEROUS WEAPON!

After you stopped laughing, you explained to him what a fork was. Even after your explanation, Syzoth still didn’t trust the fork, so you just showed him how a fork was used by using it to pick up a piece of watermelon and eat it.

Syzoth didn’t really trust the fork until you tricked him into opening his mouth long enough and wide enough so that you could feed him some watermelon with the fork. Needless to say, it shut him up and got him to trust the fork. You did have to teach him how to use it a bit, but he was pretty good at using it, despite having hardly ever needing utensils to eat in his life.

My mans literally has a long ass tongue to snatch bugs up from the air, hands-free mode-

But seriously, imagine Syzoth hissing at every normal Earthrealm thing like it’s plotting against him.

It’d be so cute and funny-

Syzoth is seriously one of my favorite MK1 boys! He’s so traumatized, yet so adorable and wholesome; my favorite kind of boy! Also the gif I used, which is my favorite Syzoth gif I’ve ever seen, is perfect for this, fucking prove me wrong 😑

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Super Long Fics (6) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

A Rose of Winter (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: All Daniel wanted to do was escape the stifling life as a Stark of Winterfell and travel the world. Between the looming threat North of The Wall and the den of lions in the capital, he unexpectedly finds love in the midst of a war set to tear Westeros apart. Caught between loyalty to his family and duty, he is torn in a thousand directions that all point to one man: Philip Flowers.

A Stolen Ring (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan’s not normal. Why? He's not human, he has a mysterious ring, and he hates Phil Lester. They have a strange past, one filled with bullying and avoidance, but when Dan turns into an incubus, everything changes. He struggles with his identity and cries himself to sleep most nights, yearning to be normal. And somehow the universe makes it worse by bringing him and Phil together - in the most literal sense.

baby, if you wanna try (ao3) - sunflowerwitches (orphan_account)

Summary: wearing jewellery doesn't work in phil's favour when he sees friends that he hasn't seen in a while and they automatically assume he's engaged. engaged to dan

Black Blood - howellester8791

Summary: Dan is a vampire hunter, one of the best in the entire London, and he has to solve the mistery of the “Blue-eyed vampire of Haze”. But when he meets the vampire, something in Dan changes and he’ll find out that the enemy is not this pale, dorky, black haired and blue-eyed vampire named Phil.

By the way, I adore you. (ao3) - lxzyfangirl

Summary: Dan is very sick, and the future is not looking too bright for him, thankfully, he has Phil, his best friend, to accompany him through it all. But is Dan satisfied with being just friends?

do what thou wilt (ao3) - sunflowerwitches

Summary: dan has always known that he isn’t a normal human, he grew up wiccan in the middle of seventeenth-century england. he definitely knew he wasn’t normal when he has to flee his family home due to the witch trials taking place. he flees to pendle hill in lancashire which isn’t completely different to his life back home

Galaxies and Greenhouses (ao3) - fourthingsandawizard

Summary: When Dan meets a boy with piercings and a dragon tattoo while shopping in Diagon Alley, he’s pretty quick to jump to conclusions, much to his own embarrassment. But as they become fast friends, they both come to see that sometimes the most important lessons learned at Hogwarts are the ones that happen without a wand.

Imagine Living Like A King Someday (ao3) - conshellation

Summary: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).

It’s So Meta Even This Acronym (ao3) - Dieupardonne, Mazabrei (Dieupardonne)

Summary: Dan Howell and Phil Lester lead anything but normal lives, but they were content with the direction they’d taken and happy with their current situation. But soon, they begin to realize that things aren’t right anymore; they’re not in the world they should be.

“That’s because you’re ruining our fucking lives, you sadist,” Dan said, scowling at the ceiling. He seemed to be ignoring the fact that his insolence would have consequences.

“What stupid trope are you putting us in next?” Phil asked wearily.

“It doesn’t even matter, does it?” Dan said, “They’re going to keep writing it as long as they want. They’ll find a trope.”

“But only if people read it,” Phil said.

“Then don’t read this stupid, overblown story!” Dan yelled at the ceiling, “You’re enabling this horrible author. You’re making us suffer.” While Dan was speaking, Phil had a realization.

“All of this…” Phil said in horror, “All of this dialogue we’re giving. We’re helping them shill this story.”

Laws Of Attraction (ao3) - by strawberrysunflower

Summary: When Phil turned twenty-nine, he wrote out a list of all the things he had in his life. One terraced house in Manchester, rented. Two housemates who still buy the cheapest alcohol on offer in Tesco. Three failed long-term relationships. 

After a spur-of-the-moment Friday night out on Canal Street, Phil ends up in the bed of a very handsome stranger. It’s a nice yet meaningless distraction from his directionless life. No big deal. Until he bumps into him again. And again. And again…

papercut (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: A cut. A tiny little cut, barely visible - just like a papercut. A cut - and yet, to Dan, it’s so much more. It’s the case he’s working on, the case only he seems to be taking seriously - it’s a serial killer’s signature. So when he gets the chance to track down the murderer, he doesn’t hesitate. And then, there’s Phil, Phil who’s making the chase so much more bearable, Phil who adds something completely different to his task. But things aren’t always what they seem.

RIFT (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: Phil is just a mere eight-year-old naive child when his mom keenly introduces him to his new stepbrother, Dan. They become friends and start living together fairly quickly. As years slip by, Phil slowly realises three things: First, Dan looks at him with pain in his gaze. Second, an inexplicable rift is separating them. Third, what he feels for Dan is more than just brotherly love.

Sidetracked (ao3) - phanimist

Summary: Based on a prompt:

Dan and Phil are both contestants on ‘The Bachelorette’, but fall in love with each other instead of the girl.

Stirring In Love (ao3) - andthenshesaid-write (ladyknight1512)

Summary: When Phil applied to be a contestant on the Great British Bake Off he didn't even expect to make the long-list, let alone make it into the actual tent. But make it he does and there he meets Dan, a baker unlike Phil in every possible way. After a rocky start, Phil realises that maybe he can learn some things from Dan after all, and the biggest things have nothing to do with baking.

strangers (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: dan is new to london and living in a mostly empty flat, desperate to forget the mistakes of his past. he’s all alone – until one day he gets a piece of mail addressed to someone in the neighbouring flat, one mr. philip lester. he can’t exactly not return it, can he?

Strictly Come Dancing but make it GAY (ao3) - natigail

Summary: @danielhowell: maybe i’d actually consider doing @bbcstrictly if they allowed same-sex couples. who wouldn’t want a sexy man spinning you around? it’s not just a girl’s dream. c'mon people let's see some pretty and fierce girls pair up and handsome and strong boys get it on. i dare you.

Dan Howell calls Strictly out on Twitter for not allowing any same-sex couples and accidentally volunteers himself to be one of the contestants if they were to change that. It was a joke. It had so clearly been a joke. Why did they take him up on it?! He’s sure he’ll trip over his own feet and hate every second, but then he meets his partner, the endearingly clumsy dancer Phil Lester.

strike a deal, kiss my lips (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Witches were the only magical beings capable of binding and controlling demons. It required a complicated ritual and crazy amounts of magic.

It happening on accident was practically unheard of until Phil came along and got tangled up with a snarky and dangerous demon named Dan. Suddenly bound together, Phil must grapple with control over a chaotic demon that wants to strip the skin from his bones.

And maybe strip the clothes off of his body as well.

The Summer (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrosepetals), worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life.

Thunder Only Happens When It’s Raining (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan meets Phil at the lowest moment in his life and is immediately enchanted by him, but nobody is perfect - not even those with good intentions and a kind heart. 

This is the story of two imperfect people trying to do their best, to find love and strive in life. They gravitate towards each other at every turn, sometimes dancing in harmony, other times colliding.

to all the people i've loved before (and the one who actually made me fall in love) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil doesn’t crush on people often, but when he does the emotions seem to overwhelm him. The only way he knows how to deal is to write love letters. They were never meant to be read.

The most recent letter threatens to ruin his relationship with his big brother Martyn, so in a fit of panic, Phil finds himself turning to the boy who was the recipient of the very first love letter for help. Even if he is Dan Howell, the school heartthrob.