#jack has got his priorities straight

[drysdalesworld]

ducks, ducks, ducks

jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader

social media au set before injury & trade! (still salty about it)

y/n.hughes just posted!

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y/n.hughes: ducks, ducks, ducks 🦆

tagged: yourbestie, anaheimducks, uoregon

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yourbestie: ducks!!

userone: the best duck there is

usertwo: fr!

userthree: who? jamie or y/n?

userone: y/n 100% userthree

trevorzegras: i’m still petty over the fact that you didn’t hug me first

y/n.hughes: i would’ve if you didn’t take forever to leave the locker room

jamie.drysdale: you were too slow z

trevorzegras: ☹️

userfour: trev being petty over the fact that he wasn’t one of the first people to hug y/n after the game has me ROLLING 😭

userfive: fr!! i love how jokingly possessive he is over the hughes siblings. it’s too funny

usersix: esp over jack and y/n. it’s hilarious 😂

yourroommate: how much sleep did you get this weekend?

y/n.hughes: none ☺️

yourroommate: babes

yourbestie: she literally brought her suitcase to the party so she could immediately go straight to the airport afterwards

userseven: stop!! that’s so cute!!

y/n.hughes: worth it tho

jamie.drysdale: loved having you at my game baby 🤍

jackhughes: is that why you ignored my facetime earlier 🥲

y/n.hughes: yes. i had other priorities

jackhughes: wow. so your older brother isn’t a priority? i see how it is 😒

y/n.hughes: dramatic ass

jackhughes: i’m telling mom!

usereight: y/n knows where her priorities lie lol

_quinnhughes: hope you had fun sis!

y/n.hughes: i did! thank you quinny <33

lhughes_06: take notes jackhughes

jackhughes: i’m being attacked at all sides aren’t i

colecaufield: when are you going to visit 😖

y/n.hughes: bake me your moms homemade cookies and then we’ll talk

colecaufield: done ✅

anaheimducks: the best duck we know!

markestapa: visit us next!!

tyler_duke5: on my knees begging

alexturcotte: hope oregon’s treating you well girl hughes!!

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y/n.hughes: why do i have to be such a studious gf that’s pursuing her college degree and not a stay at home gf 😫

tagged: jamie.drysdale

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trevorzegras: just drop out. problem solved

userone: that’s not

jackhughes: are you encouraging my sister to drop out of college z 🤨

trevorzegras: just saying j. it’s an easy fix

lhughes_06: that’s what you get for double majoring in english and communications with a minor in political science girlie

usertwo: did luke just refer to his sister as girlie?

userthree: yes, yes he did

y/n.hughes: at least i’ll have a degree in my name & not just on the back of a jersey

trevorzegras: DAYUMM BABY HUGHES YOU JUST GOT BURNED

y/n.hughes: same goes for you trev

userfour: oop

jamie.drysdale: because you’re a smart and hardworking girl baby ☺️

y/n.hughes: awww jimmy!! i love you so much ❤️❤️

userfive: are we just going to brush over the fact that y/n is a double major with a minor?? babes is getting NO sleep

y/n.hughes: ZERO

y/n.hughes: sleep is for the weak!

usersix: praying for your health & sanity bbg

userfive: get some sleep girl!! it’s important for your health!

yourbestie: get that degree babes!! be the most studious wag ever!!

yourroommate: FRFR

anaheimducks: getting the jack ready rn

luca.fantilli: the smartest hughes

lhughes_06: offense taken

y/n.hughes: thank you luca <3 speaking the truth fr

rutgermcgroarty: speaking of the smart hughes, can you help me with my essay y/n.hughes 😖

y/n.hughes: ofc rut! i’ll call you at 9

rutgermcgroarty: bless thank you 🙏

elhughes: so proud of you baby 💚💚

y/n.hughes: thank you mama!! i love you so much 🤍

jackhughes: the smartest sister i have

_quinnhughes: she’s the only sister you have idiot

jackhughes: okay and ???

userseven: the pic of jamie tying her shoe 😭😭

masonmctavish23: the most studious person i know!

trevorzegras: idk why but i feel offended

y/n.hughes: babes, we all know you practically have an iq of a grape

jackhughes: she isn’t wrong z 😂

y/n.hughes just posted to their story!

caption: last date night with lover boy until thanksgiving break jamie.drysdale :(

trevorzegras replied!

finally! i no longer have to deal with you and jimbo’s lovey dovey grossness 🤢

jk! love you 🫶🏼 you make jimmy more tolerable

jamie.drysdale replied!

i’m going to miss you baby! :( study hard & take care of yourself lovey 🤍

lhughes_06 replied!

since when were you NOT coming home for turkey break??! 🤨

[starsandhughes]

Bloody Faces, Bloody Hearts

request: “I would love to see trevor zegras prompt 30 if you want to write it”

prompt 30: “you’re hurt just let me help you”

parings: trevor zegras x reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

warnings: injuries, crying, underage drinking, kinda describing a panic attack, pain medication mention, angst to fluff, fighting, arguing

word count: 2.3k (i love writing angst) UNEDITED

(A/N i didn’t specify the team or other player bc i didn’t wanna slander anyone)

Your ever so lovely boyfriend, Trevor, was getting into a lot of fights as of late. But in the span of 5 days, he managed to not only have a physical fight on the ice, but also got into a huge argumentative fight with you.

You were sitting on the couch at Trevor and Jamie’s place trying to collect yourself. You and Trevor got into a screaming match over him going out and coming home late almost every day for two weeks and not making any time to spend with you. You didn’t care about practices, or him going on long roadies, hell you even came with on short ones when you could get out of work. Hockey isn’t, and never will be, the problem. The problem is that you went three days without seeing him other than when he got into bed next to you.

“I think I should go home.”

“What?” Trevor asked. “You are home, what do you mean ‘I think I should go home’?”

“I mean I think I should go home to Michigan for a few days. See my mom, maybe stop by UMich to see Luke. I think we need some time apart to cool down and you need to get your priorities straight.”

He had some words to say about that, but you weren’t listening. He was repeating that you’re his priority in various ways, and the more you packed the more desperate he got.

“So prove it Trevor!” you cried. “This isn’t a breakup. I am not breaking up with you. But maybe you’ll know how it feels to come home everyday without seeing the love of your life and realize you’ve been taking me for granted.”

Your voice got softer as you went on and you reached up with one hand to cup his cheek, “I love you, okay? Always. I just used two Fault in Our Stars terms so you know I mean it.” He laughed lightly at that and brought his hand up to where yours was to hold it.

“Okay,” he nodded. “I love you, too. I’ll see you later.”

It took you almost two days to reach UMich, but you thought having some “not really-but might as well be-little brother” time with Luke would do you some good. The Hughes family is how you and Trevor met, and they were more of your family thank your actual blood one.

‘Hello?’ Luke answered the phone.

“Lukey Moosey! Do you have plans tonight?”

‘No? Why, what’s up?’

“Your favorite person ever just booked a hotel right outside of campus and is stealing you for the night!”

You tried to say this with as much heart and excitement you could muster, but the youngest Hughes saw straight through you.

‘Something happened,’ he said, as more of a statement than a question. You sighed as your response. ‘Is it a “you’re wearing Quinn’s hoodie and we’re drinking” kind of something happened or a “disney movies and pout” kind of something happened?’

“I just drove two days to come home, what do you think?”

‘Don’t get tequila.’

“Jack scarred me too much for me to ever drink tequila again, don’t worry. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

You got a hotel for you and Luke to spend the night in because you didn’t want his teammates around when you just need some Luke time. Plus, you’d rather only be responsible for one teen underage drinking.

Luke nursed a beer while you drank a vodka margarita you made in the bathroom as you told him everything that has happened with you and Trevor.

Luke listened, and spoke as well, to help you sort out your priorities and issues with the situation, and did his little brother duties swimmingly.

You two sat up against the headboard of the hotel bed and put on a Spider-Man movie after you both caught up with everything non-Trevor related in your lives. You leaned your head against his shoulder and pulled your knees up to lay them near his chest.

“Thanks, Luke,” you said low.

He wrapped an arm around you, “any time, y/n/n.”

For the rest of your undisclosed amount of time in Michigan, you spent it at your parent’s house, with some time with your second set of parents mixed in.

The latter is where you were currently sitting on the couch watching the Pregame for the Ducks game. Yeah, you were in a fight with Trevor, but you were still going to root for him.

They had the lead in the middle of second period at 2-0. The other team was becoming more defensive in their playing, as well as more aggressive. And your boyfriend had a tendency to be on the other side of someone’s aggression.

There was a fight. Gloves dropped, punches thrown, blood on faces. And Trevor was not getting as many hits in as the other player.

Fights happen. This isn’t the first Trevor has been in and it certainly won’t be the last. But this one was different. This one was worse. This one was the most violent brawl you’ve ever seen in a hockey game.

Their fight moved down the ice closer to the goal. The other played punched Trevor in the face so hard that he flew back, slammed his head on the goal post, and crumbled to the ground, bending his ankle in an unnatural way.

You suddenly felt extremely hot. Your body felt as if it were burning, your brain was threatening to drop down through your throat and bring you to the ground with it. You stood up when the fight got bad, and your legs gave out when they said he was unconscious.

“Oh my god,” Ellen gasped. You didn’t know if it was in reference to you or Trevor.

“He- he’s…”

Ellen put her arm around you and hushed you softly, “They’ll take good care of him, it’ll be alright.”

You shook your head, “No. No, I should be there. I have to go.”

“Y/N, you’re not in the right mind to drive right now,” Ellen told you.

“I’m not driving. I’m taking the next flight out and I’ll pick up my car from the airport later, I need to be there now.”

Jim and Ellen insisted on driving you to the airport and keeping your car safe at their house. You took the last seat on the flight to Anaheim that took off in the next three hours, and that’s when you finally called Jamie. You got worried when he picked up and said nothing.

“Is it bad?” you whimpered.

‘It’s not great, but it could be worse,’ Jamie answered honestly.

“I have a flight in three hours. I don’t know how I’ll get to you at 3am, but I’m coming.”

‘I’ll see if Mason can pick you up.’

Your flight was agonizingly long, but the wait to board was even worse. Anxiety still flooded your body despite how much anxiety medication you took. Nothing would cure it until you saw Trevor.

Jamie texted you that they were back home from the hospital, because it was bad enough to warrant a trip instead of the PT’s taking care of it, so that was where the very tired Mason dropped you off.

You quickly thanked him and ran out with your suitcase clattering behind you. You carefully unlocked the door and found Jamie dozing off on the couch still fully dressed. You set your suitcase by the door and crept over to the sleeping boy.

“Jamie,” you whispered as you gently rocked him awake.

He inhaled a deep and slow breath when he stirred and blinked tiredly at you, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you breathed out a laugh. “What’s the damage?”

“Minor concussion, bruised rib, and a torn ligament in his ankle.”

You winced, “So not great.”

“No, not even close,” he responded, stretching out the ‘o’ sound in no.

You sat in silence for a moment. You knew Trevor was likely asleep, and he needed rest so you weren’t about to go wake him up.

“He asked about you,” Jamie said, looking down at the floor. “The concussion was causing some slight amnesia, and he didn’t remember that you left. I just kept telling him it was hard to get ahold of you and that you were coming. I don’t know what I would’ve done if the memory didn’t come back and you weren’t here.”

You pursed your lips together to refrain from making a choked cry.

“He’s been a mess, y/n. The first thing he did was check for Quinn’s sweatshirt, and he broke down when he saw that you took it.”

“Me leaving didn’t give him enough of a clue that it was serious?”

“I think it just… solidified it, you know? You bring it out when things are bad for you; when you just need a big brother. I think he would’ve gone after you if you went to Vancouver,” he joked.

You stayed silent. You weren’t going to apologize for sometimes needing your family.

“I shouldn’t have left,” was what you got out.

“Yes you should have. I was spending more time with you than he was. You had every right.”

That’s when you broke down in tears. No— tears isn’t the right term, these were wracked sobs coming out of you. Jamie wrapped you in his arms and shushed you as he rubbed your back.

“I need to wake him up for pain meds, and I’m sure he’ll be a lot more cooperative if you do it,” Jamie offered.

“Will you come with me?”

Jamie got up with you and placed a comforting hand on your back as you trekked down the hall to your and Trevor’s room. You carefully sat down on the edge of the bed next to his chest and rubbed your hand up and down his back to wake him up.

“Z,” you singsonged. “Z baby I need you to wake up.”

Trevor grumbled into his pillow and tried to turn over, but was stopped by a sharp pain from his bruised rib. You winced at his cry and helped ease him down on his back against the pile of pillows supporting him.

“Y/N…?” Trevor asked sleepily.

You nodded and combed your fingers through his hair. His cheek was heavily bruised and he had a cut with a butterfly stitch across his eyebrow. For how much the other guy was hitting him, you were surprised his entire face wasn’t purple.

“It’s time for you to take some more pain meds,” you said low.

“You’re here,” he gapped. His eyes were wide, and you couldn’t help but think he looked like Bambi.

“Of course I’m here,” you smiled softly, still petting his hair.

“But you left. I wasn’t- I wasn’t expec… expecting…”

“Easy there, Zegras. Don’t need you having a brain aneurysm over me being in our bedroom,” you tried to laugh.

“You’re here.”

“And you need pain-“

“You’re-“

“Z, we will talk about this but I need you to give me a moment. You need to take your pain medication.”

Trevor must’ve seen the desperate pleading in your eyes through the soft lamp light because he immediately stopped talking. He bit his lip and nodded at you. He put his arms behind him and tried to prop himself up so that he could swallow the pills, but he cried out and collapsed back down. When you reached to help him, he pushed your arms back and slowly shook his head.

“I can do it myself,” he grunted.

“You’re hurt. Just let me help you,” you said.

You two locked eyes for a moment before he nodded again. You heard the door click close, a signal that Jamie had left. You put a hand between his back shoulder blades to slowly lift him up, and helped you push himself back to sit against the headboard with minimal wincing. He quickly took the water and pills you handed him and scooted himself back down a little to be be halfway sitting up instead.

You started to stroke his hair again and he closed his eyes, breathing synced with your fingers combing up and down through his hair. You were silently crying and praying to every god imaginable that you didn’t make a sound, but this was to no avail.

“Oh, hey no,” Trevor rushed out. He cupped your cheek with one hand and linked his fingers together with yours with the other.

“You didn’t get up,” you squeaked out. “You went down, and suddenly nothing made sense anymore. My ears were ringing, my head was spinning, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

“I’m okay,” he whispered, rubbing circles with his thumb across your cheek bone.

“My mind blacked out when they said you were unconscious. I was standing one second, and Ellen was putting a straw in my mouth to drink ice water the next. And I didn’t know anything until-“

Trevor pulled your face down to his level and slammed his lips onto yours to cut you off. When your lips parted, your foreheads were brought together, with Trevor whispering for you to breathe slow with him, thumb back to caressing your cheek.

“I wasn’t out for too long. Troy and Mason helped me off the ice, and Jimmy rushed over to the arena and rode with me to the hospital. Gibby drove Jimmy’s car to the hospital, and we took him home. Everything is okay,” he breathed out. His voice was soft, low, and steady— a wonderful combination to calm you down.

“I was so scared,” you whimpered.

“I know, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Come here,” he motioned for you to lay down next to him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you said. 

“You can lay on my chest, it’s okay,” he assured. 

You crawled into bed next to him and rested your head on his chest. Your hand came up to lay where you could feel his steady heart and you closed your eyes. 

“I love you,” you told him. 

“I love you, too.”

And with a kiss to the top of your head, you were out.

[creedslove]

You are send a picture, happy face, 😁 smile with little caption, he miss you and be at home in a couple of days.

You send him spicy photo and say, you miss him too.

Featuring: Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Agent Whiskey and Dave York x f!reader

A/N: I wasn't sure if you meant this ask for one Pedro boy specifically or not, so I wrote for a bunch of them ❤️

Javier Peña: texting Javi a picture wasn't technically possible at the time, so let's say that instead of sending him a pic, you took a naughty polaroid of yourself, wrote about how much you'd missed him on the back of it and tucked it in the middle of his things when he was packing his suitcase to fly to Medellin on business. Once he gets to his hotel room and finds it, he would go hard immediately and the only solution would be jerking off to your picture

Joel Miller: Joel is outta town on business and he is forced to share the hotel room with his brother Tommy, which is something that doesn't please him at all, but it was the cheapest accomodation and it was only for a weekend, so when his phone buzzes and he sees you sent him a picture, he groans at the immediate reaction has it and he quickly texts you back a pic of his bulge, over his jeans. He is a little annoyed he can't sext you properly without his brother being around all the time bothering him and wanting to make small talk

Agent Whiskey: Jack is the king of sexting and facetiming for erotic purposes and no one could ever convince me otherwise. In fact, chances are he is actually the one who is facetiming you first, his cock already hard and he's stroking himself under his pants. If he gets a spicy picture he ain't even bothering texting you, he's straight up calling you and trying to convince you to undress so you can masturbate together 🔥👁️🫦👁️

Dave York: Dave travels a lot on business and unlike a lot of wives who worry about being cheated on, you worry about your husband getting killed, so your first priority is texting him to see he's alive and then, once you see that yes, he is alive, you can let your lust take over. Dave would probably already jerk off once he got to his hotel room, the kills often make too much adrenaline run through his body and a good way to relax and calm down is to rub one off in the shower, so he would think of you and do it; if you sent him a pic, that's even better, and if he's seriously horny, he would definitely send you a pic of his cock in return, just so your mouth waters ;)

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[jlepixie]

gustav nsfw alphabet? LOVED the bill one<33

hi love! thank you so much, I really loved writing it. And yes of course I can, thank you for the request, I am not the best writer for Gustav only because I have read only a couple of stories with him. I hope you like it and if is there anything I can do for you please tell me!

╰ ୨ Gustav nsfw alphabet ୧ ╯

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he is the type of guy that would seek validation but wouldn't straight up ask for it. Does he want to know he did a good job? Sure, but he would prefer to know he did the best job. And yes, he would give the necessary aftercare, like cleaning you, changing sheets, making sure you drink something, everything its on the menu and will give it to you with a stone face only because his calculating every move. But he is a man that needs the emotional aftercare, he needs his cuddles and appreciation, and you gotta give it to him without making a fuss over it, otherwise he would close himself more.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Gustav goes to the gym and im sure of it, he is proud of it, this man has to keep his arms worked out to beat those drums. Im fully sure that his favourite part on himself are the muscles, whether are those on the arms, thighs or even abdomen, don't be fulled by his chubby appearance because he is packing. Gustav is the guy that wouldn't care too much about the looks and he would definitely appreciate any type of body but I feel that he would be attracted more to tick thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He is a respectful man so the condom stays on, but sometimes when you two experiment other things I believe another place he likes to cum is on your chest.

D = Dirty secret (self explanatory, a secret of theirs)

As I said before, Gustav seeks validation even if he wouldn't come directly to you for it. He wants to be vulnerable around you but safe, he wouldn't admit that he most craves to be pampered by you. Good luck getting him to admit it, though, even if he behaves in ways that make it painfully obvious at times. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they)

Gustav is experienced, that's for sure, but not as much as Tom or Bill. He knows what he is doing, but he would need minimul help to get to your expectations. He wants to be perfect for you in every type of way.

F = Favorite position

Any position where he feels like he’s powerful. Holding you against a wall, bending you over a table, having a flexible partner he can control in bed to have you in all sorts of positions for his pleasure, any face down/ass up, although he will be surprisingly pleased if you really insists on flipping him over and riding him. Expect a wide-eyed and shocked look on Gustav. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy at the moment?)

I feel like he would be more serious than usual only because he wants to do a good job but when you are the one that is lighting the mood, Gustav would crack a joke or two, and you two would end up laughing and hugging in the middle of it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

Some parts are trimmed, some shaved, and when the shaved part are growing before having time to shave them again, he would be annoyed by them being itchy so it will let them grow until realising its time to shave them again.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Intimacy is Gustav's biggest priority. Unless it was a rather a kinky night, he liked keeping it slow and sweet with you. He has a huge praise kink, as I said before, giving and receiving, and wouldn't hesitate to treat you like a goddes. He’d tell you often that he loved you and thought that you were beautiful. He’d run his fingertips across your skin and all your curves.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

At the beginning of your relationship, he was kinda shy to ask you for help sorting himself out so most of the time he jerked off to release the tension. As he got more comfortable he’d be more willing to invite you to fix the problem but there would still be times when you couldn't or when he was on a tour. After a while, he'd start looking at pictures of yourself that you sent to him and just stroke himself with you in his mind.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Size difference is one of his main kinks. Marks. Being rough. Being absolutely filthy and messy. But also, he would keep in mind to be gentle and loving, somehow.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He mainly prefers a bed, but it could be anywhere, anyones bed, the couch, or even doing a quickie in the bathroom under the stage. As long as he is with you, having fun, he wouldn't care too much if its the mood set.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. You are his motivation for everything, not only sex. And another thing that motivates him is the thought that he can improve himself and his skills. And being closer to you, physical and emotional.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

Gustav is up for everything, but not sharing. That is something he wouldn't do, share you in any way. You are his, and he is yours. So don't even try to joke about it because he will get a little insecure and close in himself more.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

I feel like he is not a big fun of receiving, he respects you too much for it. But he wouldn't deny it that sometimes when he is really, really stressed, especially on tours, he would like to see you on your knees. Gustav is totally giving one of the best orals, that's one of his ways of worshiping you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

For the most part, Gustav would be sensual with you. He wanted to savour your body, not break it (just sometimes). He wants to feel every bit of your skin on his. Like every human, he has his frustrations, especially being part of a band, of course he wants to come home at you to help him take the anger and frustration away. We all can admit that he can also be rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

Not a fan, but he doesn't have a choice on tours especially. Like any man he needs his lover in a not orthodox way, so quickies are a must on brakes, but be sure that he would step up his game in the hotel room when he has all night just to please you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

That depends a lot, he would be whiling to experiment anything with you but not all the time, he likes more or less to keep it safe and not change too much on your rutine.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

This man uses his arms for hours to practice a song, if you think he doesn't have the stamina, you are wrong. Honestly, in my opinion I could see him being able to cum around three times before it started to hit him. By round 5-6 he'd start shooting blanks and would have to tap out by the time you reached 8. Not too bad.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

Gustav is not a big of toys, he doesn't own any and he wouldn't be hurt or upset if you would use them on yourself because he knows he can get busy. If you ask him to use some on you he wouldn't say no, so its mainly up to you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Especially when he is on tour he loves exchanging pictures with you, so take that as one way of teasing. But otherwise he would keep it chill in public and just give a naughty remark on you, maybe about the way you dressed ("I love how this looks on you, can't wait to take it off when we get home")

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

A growler and grunter. Can be completely silent if he puts his mind to it, but prefers not to be. He loves having his mouth close to your ear so you can hear all his pants and grunts and growls and filthy things.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Occasionally when you blow him off he cuts faster than usual. Only because he founds it sexy when you get on your knees to please him while looking up at him. Usually he would try to pull off from your mouth, not knowing if you would like to shallow or not, but if you are looking at him in a way that says that you are going for the big one, he would get surprised and think about it all day.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

I said before this man has muscles right? Well be sure he is packing as well down there. He is proud of it and he knows you got lucky on that one.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I would say it's not extreme. Most of the time you were the one to initiate things but he’d hardly ever said no. But otherwise he loves it when you two do it, not only because he gets closer to you but the pleasure is heavenly.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He would definitely need a nap after, but not before he cleans you up and says how grate you were.

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[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

six

to say your date went horribly wrong is an understatement. the guy didn’t even care enough to ask you any questions. in fact he didn’t stop talking about himself.

when you got home you immediately took a shower and headed downstairs to eat some ice cream. wanting to drown your sorrows in something sweet.

“eating ice cream this late could spoil your stomach.”

you jumped before sighing in relief.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. may i?”

you simply nod. you grab an extra spoon for aaron as you both sit down and dig into the ice cream.

“im guessing the date didn’t go as well as planned?”

you scoffed. “worse. i think that guys more in love with himself than anything.”

aaron smiles. “i know the type. we meet cops like that all the time. so full of themselves they never stop to think about anything else. what happened that turned you off first?”

you stayed silent. you made a promise to yourself not to get too personal with him any longer. you couldn’t allow your silly crush to become anything more—more than it already had—you were already far gone. anymore you’d confess your undying affection to a man who only saw you as an employee.

aaron sighs.

“what happened to you?”

you frowned.

“what do you mean?”

“im a profiler, yn. its my job to notice behavior. you’ve been—you’ve been weird lately.”

“aaro—hotch,” you cleared your throat. “im just trying to be professional.”

“professional?”

you nod. “setting boundaries. im just someone you pay to take care of jack. i adore that kid more than anything and i like my job. love it! i don’t wanna lose that.” you state.

“and you won’t. jack loves you too. you’re the second closest thing he has to a parent. so whatever is going on i promise you won’t lose your job.”

you took a deep breath.

“i guess—as cliche as this is gonna sound—i read too much into our relationship. i—i developed a silly little crush and i got the message that it was all in my head.” you felt a weight being lifted from your shoulders as you admitted the truth.

aaron hums. he grabs you hand and caresses it gently.

“it wasn’t .” aaron whispered.

you look at him completely shocked.

“im not good at this, yn. haven’t been since haley passed. i—i tried to move on but it just, it never felt right. with you, it’s easy to talk to. i haven’t felt that in a really long time and i don’t wanna fuck it up. i care about you and so does jack. in the end, if this doesn’t work, it affects my son. i don’t want him to lose someone else i bring into our lives. it’s why i brought that woman home. i was trying to get you out of my system but it backfired extremely. i—i don’t wanna lie, i kept picturing you. even almost said your name.” aaron admitted with a smirk. you blushed.

“oh—”

aaron chuckles. “i want to see where this goes. i do! i just want to make sure that jack doesn’t get hurt in the process.”

you shake your head. “i guarantee that jack will be my main priority. even if—even if we don’t work out. he means more to me than anything, aaron.”

aaron nods approvingly.

“id like to take you out. normally we’re free weekends. how about this upcoming saturday?”

you smile and nod your head a little too enthusiastically.

aaron kisses the back of your hand. “get some sleep, sweetheart. ill see you in the morning.”

you give him another smile before saying goodnight. you wait until he was out of view before squealing silently.

you head upstairs to your bedroom and get some much needed rest. so glad the night ended the way it did.

aaron woke to the smell of bacon. he yawns as he gets out of bed and head straight to the shower. when he gets out and gets ready for work he heads downstairs. he sees his son sitting and enjoying breakfast next to you.

“daddy! yn made bacon. it’s good, daddy.”

aaron smiles at the both of you. “yeah? maybe i should have some.” he takes a piece of bacon from your plate. he playfully smack his hand.

“get your own hotchner!”

aaron smirks at you as he takes a bite of the piece of meat he stole from your plate. jack giggles.

“you and yn made up?”

aaron nods his head. “we did. you sir need to get ready for school.”

“im so excited for school, dad! today is show and tell in miss peas class. gonna bring the necklace mommy made for me.”

aaron smiles.

“why don’t you get ready buddy. gonna take you to school today.”

“not yn?”

aaron shakes his head. “it’s still yn day off. remember she gets two nights, buddy. come on, go get ready.”

“okay!” jack ran upstairs. you get up and put the dirty dishes in the sink. aaron simply turns you around and wraps his hand around your waist.

“i really wanna kiss you.”

“why don’t you?” you whisper.

aaron smirks as he caressed your cheek. he kisses you passionately. you’ve never been kissed like this in a very long time—if ever!—it felt right. you never believed in that silly ‘i felt sparks’ thing until this very moment. it was like fireworks were going off.

aaron pulls away gently. he smiles before kissing the top of your head.

“can’t wait for this weekend.” he whispered.

“neither can i. why does it have to be monday?” you frown. aaron chuckles before pulling away.

he heads jacks footsteps, smiling at his son. “alright buds! time to head out. we don’t wanna be late, yeah?”

“we’re always the first ones there, dad.” jack says matter of factly. he wasn’t wrong. when aaron took him to school he’d get there at six forty five. aaron had to be the first one to arrive at work. he needed to make sure jack was safe and secure in the school building as early as possible before heading to work.

“bye yn. love you!” jack called out. you smiled and waved. “love you too, jack! have a great day at school, buds.”

aaron smiles before waving to you. when they leave you call spencer.

“hey. is everything okay? how was your date?”

“yeah! everything is fine. the date was horrendous.”

“sorry to hear that.”

“don’t be. in the end things worked out.”

“that’s good. what are you not telling me?”

you smile. you weren’t a hundred percent ready to tell spencer anything yet. you wanted to make sure that this really works out.

“nothing. can’t a girl just miss her best friend?! i feel like we rarely talk anymore.”

“yeah. im sorry about that. it’s just—there’s this girl,”

“girl you say? do tell!”

“i met her during a case. i don’t know—she lives in arizona. she’s great! and the commute would be worth it,”

“but?”

“but relationships don’t work for people like us. with out jobs it’s hard, you know? it’s why i stayed single for so long. it’s why hotch and haley ended in divorce. i just don’t think people with our jobs can actually date on a deeper level.” spencer admitted.

you frowned at that confession. “spence, the right girl is out there for you. she—im one thousand percent positive the person you’re meant to be with won’t mind the crazy weird hours you have. as long as you show them exactly how much you love and care for them they’ll understand.”

“you think? it’s just with the job and the distance—”

“im positive!”

“you know you always know what to say to make me feel better.”

“that’s what im here for. we should hang out soon though. i miss hearing my brother spill some weird fact that could probably save my life or even start a conversation.”

spencer laughs. “the team should be free this weekend. why don’t we get together saturday?”

“i can do saturday evening. is that okay?”

“yeah! i should get going though. hotch is probably already in his office and i have to ask him something. thanks for calling. i love you.”

“love you too, spence! have fun catching the bad guy.” you ended the call before getting ready for the day.

[babydollmarauders]

I’d love to see a tense and restless Jack on his and the reader’s first night out since El was born. Like moms are usually the tense ones, but Jack can’t even think straight because it’s weird not having his kid around and not knowing if she’s okay or not.

“Jacky, she’ll be okay.” my hand rubs circles on my husbands back, our daughter held tightly in his arms as i try and reassure him that the four month old will be okay without us.

“there’s prepared bottles in the fridge, you’ll just have to warm it up. and you know the diapers and wipes are in the diaper bag on the table. she just ate like twenty minutes ago, so she might only need one bottle in about two hours, if we’re not home by then. um-”

Jack is cut off by Quinn’s sigh.

“bro, it’ll be fine! you have a whole house of babysitters right now!” Quinn reminds his brother. “go. take. your. wife. on. a. date.”

Jack heaves out his own sigh and nods, finally handing El over to Luke, who stands next to Quinn.

“yeah! remind her she’s sexy, or else i might become El’s new stepdad!” Trevor chimes in from his spot on the couch. i roll my eyes as Jack lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“my wife knows i think she’s very sexy. how do you think we got here in the first place?” at Jack’s words, i lightly smack his shoulder, huffing out a chuckle.

“let’s go, babe. just ignore Trevor, i’m not sure why he thinks he would be a fit decision for a stepdad.” i joke, pushing my husband along towards the front door. “if anyone, it’d be Alex!”

Trevor gasps at my quip, swinging around to look at me.

“i resent that!” he calls out.

“i knew i was daddy material.” Alex shrugs as he walks out of the kitchen and into the living room, dropping his weight onto the couch.

“never say that again.” Cole laughs, stretching his leg over from the armchair he sits in to kick Alex’s leg.

Jack rolls his eyes as i laugh at our friends, a small smile playing on his lips.

“let’s go to dinner, J.” i tell him, finally able to pull him out of the house.

Jack spends the entire drive to the restaurant gripping the steering wheel tight, his eyes glancing down towards his phone in the cup holder every minute.

“Jacky.” i sigh as we’re seated at our table, him immediately checking his phone as i pick up my menu.

“hmm? yeah?” his eyes flicker towards me briefly before setting his phone back down.

“she’s fine. i promise.” i reassure, my voice gentle as i snake my hand to rest on top of his on the table.

“i’m just worried.” he confesses, as if i couldn’t already tell. “what if something happens? we should be there, we’re her parents.”

i can tell the guilt of any hypothetical situation is eating away at him, and i’d be lying if i said it wasn’t setting in slightly for me. but i know that our daughter is in good hands. she has five uncles who love her, watching over her right now and she’ll be okay.

“i know you’re worried, and i know you feel guilty at the thought of us not being there if something were to happen. but we need this, Jack.” his shoulders square when he realizes i didn’t use a nickname, showing him that i’m serious.

“it’s been probably five months since we’ve had a date night. four months since we’ve spent any time to ourselves. there has to be at least some semblance of romance still in order for us to to not turn into a pair of zombie parents who drift apart.”

my voice trails off at the end, and i know he knows i’m referring to my own parents. who after i was born, took their roles as parents much too seriously, thinking i was their only priority, never taking a date night, never putting their relationship first, until eventually they grew apart. they stayed married, but it was somehow worse, as they had fought and became locked in a toxic marriage that hadn’t done any of us any good. they became overbearing and overprotective of me as a result. which only ended badly.

“hey.” Jack coos, squeezing my hand in his to ground me back to this moment. “i won’t let that happen. i promise to you, and to El.”

a smile pulls at my lips at his words.

“i know.” i assure him. “and i know it’s hard to leave her right now, it’s hard for me too. but it’s the first time, eventually, it’ll get easier. i hope.”

he chuckles at my last words, nodding his head.

“i hope so too.” he tells me. “it’s different when i’m on roadies because you’re there. you’re the one taking care of her. but…”

Jack wrinkles his nose.

“my brothers? our friends? do we really think they’re capable?”

i bark out a laugh, covering my mouth to try and muffle the sound in the crowded restaurant. a grin spreads across my husband’s face at my laugh, making my heart race like when we first started dating.

“i really think they’ll be okay.” i giggle. “she’s their niece, they don’t want anything to happen to her.”

“you’re right.” Jack nods.

“i always am.” i shrug and he playfully rolls his eyes as a waitress finally steps up to our table. as i’m telling the girl my order, i can’t help but notice Jack checking his phone again, even typing what i assume is a check-in text to his brothers.

once the waitress leaves, Jack’s phone buzzes on the table and he reaches out for it like his life depends on it. reading his incoming text, his shoulders slump in relief and i furrow my eyebrows at him.

“she’s asleep.”

[halfmoondaze]

Yesss can I request a Jack fluff please?

Reader is a busy student and she hasn’t had time to sit down and spending time with Jack. Jack understands how it’s not always good putting time off of things school related but really misses reader. One day he’s at home by himself really missing reader and keeps thinking about her but can’t text or call her because she’s in class. Jack remembers that he has a bottle of y/n’s perfume and cute plushie of her favorite animal. He sprays the perfume on the plushie and cuddles with it until she gets dismissed from class and drives straight to Jack’s house for a couple of hours before going home. He tells and shows how much he missed reader to the point where he had to have the animal plushie with her perfume in his arms when walking around his house 😭❤️ when Jack finally has reader with him, he can’t help but follow her everywhere she goes from one place to another, even waiting for her outside the bathroom😂Just being so attached to her.

Threads of Longing

Finals were only a few weeks ahead and studying was Y/N’s only priority right now. 

She would wake every day at 5 am. At first, she was able to have control of her sleeping routine, but as finals approached, Y/N would find herself growing so anxious, she would be unable to sleep, and instead would just study and just function off of coffee. 

Because Y/N was constantly on the go, Jack was barely able to see her despite living under the same room, and he couldn’t help but miss her. But he didn’t want to be a needy boyfriend, so he would just settle for dangling conversations, while also letting her know he was there for her whenever he needed him. 

Y/N was currently sitting by the kitchen counter with her laptop and iPad mindlessly taking notes while Jack who has just woken up, walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. 

“Hey” 

Y/N continued typing away oblivious to her surroundings.

He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, and Y/N jumped startled and turned to him.

“Jack” she sighed putting her hands on her face. “You scared me”

“I just wanted to say hi…..but you were too concentrated” he scratched the back of his neck and smiled. “Did you sleep alright?”

“I wouldn’t count sleeping for 4 hours alright, but I’m managing” she laughed to herself.

“Do you want me to make you some coffee?” 

Y/N closed her laptop and gathered her things.  

“Thanks. But I gotta run, I wanna make the most of the two hours I have free before my class” 

“Ok”

Y/N kissed him and left. 

Jack sighed. He longed for her presence and found himself absent minded walking back to their shared bedroom. He found Twinkle, Y/N’s childhood plushie sitting in the corner of her room. He picked it up and inhaled the faint scent of Y/N. He got an idea. 

He walked to their shared bathroom and picked up Y/N’s perfume and sprayed it all over the plushie. Then he inhaled it again. ‘That was much like it’ he thought to himself satisfied.

And just like that, he found himself cuddled in their shared bed at her side of her bed cuddling Twinkle until he fell asleep. 

Jack eyes fluttered open as he woke up from his slumber to the familiar sound of the keys jiggling. 

He practically raced to the living room as he saw Y/N entering the through the front door. 

“Babe” he said as he wrapped his arms around her. 

Y/N giggled and hugged him back. 

“Hey bubs” she kissed him. 

Y/N stopped in her tracks as she smelled him. 

“Is that- Is that my perfume?” she smiled.

“Yeah…..I was scared I was going to forget your scent” he said sarcastically as he shrugged. 

Y/N felt her heart heavy. 

“Aww Jack” she hugged him tighter. “You know I’m only a few steps away, right?”

“I know but, I just barely see you. We just don’t talk as much. And I miss you” 

“I’m sorry I know I’ve been distant-” she cupped his cheek. 

“Hey, hey. You have nothing to be sorry about. You’re busy and I get that. You need more pressure than what you already have” 

“I know but you’re my boyfriend and I haven’t paus none of my attention to you and its not fair” she sighed. “I’ll make it up to you. What about a movie night?” 

“Babe, you’ve been awake since 5 am. We both know you’ll be asleep five minutes into the movie” he laughed. 

“Sorry” 

“I have a better idea. We ca have a bath together and you tell me all about your day?” 

“Sounds like a plan” 

Jack and Y/N walked upstairs to make the most of their time together.

[hugheses]

Have you ever read anything about why Jack decided not to go to college? I know he was projected to go first for a while and his goal was to make the team right away, but Quinn and Luke committed to Michigan at like 14. So when jack was 14 too it was kind of a long ways off from him knowing he’d go first overall. I wonder what his parents thought since their dad has said multiple times that their kids all playing college hockey was their dream

this is a kind of long answer so buckle up. first of all, as kids, jack was very different from luke and quinn. obviously all 3 are elite players now, but both jim and ellen have said that jack’s trajectory differed from a young age. so while quinn went 8th round in the ohl draft, the plan for him was always college and it wasnt until he was at the program that he started to be seen as a top player. but jack as a player was so elite so young that people were talking about him going first overall before he was in high school. he applied for exceptional status for the ohl so he could play as an underager but was denied (bc he was so physically immature and would have been playing against men) but had he played in the ohl, he would have not been eligible for the ncaa. so for a while that was the reason. and then he went to the program and after his first year a lot of michigan fans had hoped that he would graduate HS early to go play with quinn at umich, but he said that he wanted to stay where he was for his development. and at this point he's been the presumptive first overall pick for years, it wasn't until the year of the draft that kakko was seen as a serious challenger. most first overalls go into the nhl their draft year, with some exceptions like owen power obviously, but for the most part, 1st overalls who play in college either have earlier birthdays than jack (so would age out of the ntdp etc before their draft year like auston matthews) or graduate early on purpose to play in college. quinn's birthday actually falls in the weird category of spending 2 years at the ntdp and still needing to graduate early to go straight to college. to sum things up, college hockey was yes the dream for quinn and luke, but jack was always different and their parents have said as much. they wont explicitly say it, but they knew jack was going into the nhl long before 14. and i don't know how close it actually got to happening, but in summer 2018 jack was (allegedly) stopped by the admissions department from going to umich where sometimes they will fudge stuff for elite athletes. but i kind of doubt he would have gone anyway, because he loved the program and it was hockeyhockeyhockey 24/7 in a way college just isn't, and he lived close enough that he saw quinn all the time.

from earlier that year,

And Quinn said he'd be happy if Jack played for the Wolverines next season. “Playing with my brother would be a dream come true,” Quinn said. “He’s gotta make his own decision.”

and

Jack and the Hughes family has options. Along with U-M, the Mississauga Steelheads drafted him with the eighth overall pick in the 2017 Ontario Hockey League Priority Selection. Or he could stay at NTDP for the second year. “It could be a perfect scenario,” Jim said of Jack going to U-M. “But they’re not there yet. The beauty is Jack is in a really great spot right now. He values the development he’s getting with Seth and Wrobo.” Quinn said he and his brother haven’t talked about next year's possibilities yet. They’re focused on what they still can accomplish this season, on their respective teams.

and then here's an article on him choosing to stay at the ntdp that year. so the reasons he didnt commit young were mostly that he didnt know if he even could go to college, and then he almost did go as a 17 year old but ultimately did not. every school in the country would have tripped over themselves to try to nab him, but it was assumed by umich and everyone else that if he went to college, it would be there. but pretty much everyone at the time expected him to make the jump to the nhl immediately in 2019, including himself, he was very vocal about wanting to do so.

[spookygayferret]

i wrote. a thing?? it's more hurt/comfort gentlebeard for freaks (like me) who are really into that shit.

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Relationship(s): Ed/Stede

Rating: M (Mature)

Title: The Flow

CW: Ed having a panic attack, references to Ed being abused, Ed having abandonment issues, Ed's friends being shitty

Summary:

When Ed has a panic attack at a music festival, he is helped by a kind stranger.

Ed made a face–that face–that face he always did–Anne knew what it meant. Almost jabbed herself right there–right in the eye with the mascara brush, distracted.

“You said you’d come, Eddie,” she reminded him.

Ed groaned–fuck. Yeah, that figured. Fucking figured–she’d remember that. Always forgot his coffee order, never forgot when Ed made a promise. Priorities straight and narrow.

He winced, flinched a little–touched his black-polished nails on the porcelain sink. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to–middle age had taken a lot from him, but Ed was always down to party–or at least that was what he told himself, drumming fingers on the sink shoulder to shoulder with Anne Bonny. It’d been years since she came over–and of course when she finally reached out, it was for this.

“He’s good with…this?” said Ed. “He’s cool?”

They hadn’t talked really–since their parties, really old parties–in university, when Anne dated Jack. And Jack was dickish, but okay–he didn’t mind that Anne was Ed’s ex–didn’t make it weird, Jack was just–kind of an asshole, insecure and doing stupid every minute Ed looked at him. Jack was fun–at least back in those days, before graduation. Before messy breakups.

“You know Jack,” was all Anne said.

Ed relaxed–a little bit anyway.

Ed used to be excited about Revfest. But it’d been years since he went–he was kind of busy, having a mental breakdown over the career he’d come to hate. When Anne called and asked about Revfest, Ed couldn’t think of a single reason to just blow her off–not like he had plans. And when she showed up at his house to make sure they were still on, Ed couldn’t exactly back out and trust she wouldn’t give him grief. They both knew he needed this.

So Ed dredged up a pair of red leather pants, sequined silver up the outer legs–and a loose spaghetti strap black tank that said True Trans Soul Rebel–put his hair in two braids. He got ready with Anne in front of the bathroom mirror, shadowed his big brown eyes and freckled his cheeks with pastel purple glitter. Made himself look like he wasn’t a total wreck of a person–Ed wasn’t good at that, pretending he wasn’t coming unraveled at the seams.

Anne drove, Mary rode passenger–Ed slept the two hours. They were linking up with Jack at Revfest. And Ed was–when he woke up, rubbed sleep out of his eyes–getting a little excited.

His excitement quelled, when he found out Jack didn’t come alone–Jack’s new boyfriend Felix, this skinny foodie photographer guy about eight years Jack’s junior. That brought the total odd-numbered–and Ed was the only guy there who hadn’t brought a date–thought this was just a hangout, not that everyone (except him) was coming pre-coupled.

Read the rest here:

[yulin-pop]

↛ ❀ 2023 Kickoff

Kalim Al-Asim

“ Are we best friends or just friends?” | “ Do friends kiss??”

Note: Based off of me and my crush. This may be non sense because I got lazy at the end.

You knew Jamil would kick your ass if he knew you were flirting with Kalim. But its not your fault Kalim is so cute!

Jamil has taken notice of your interest in Kalim but you always have an excuse ready if he ever tries to confront you.

It kinda feels forbidden with you being a commoner and from another world while he’s a prince.

Your relationship was complicated— you couldn’t tell if he was being his usual friendly self or being more than just friendly whenever he grabbed your waist and casually held you like that.

It started off as a joke. Because that’s how it ALWAYS starts off. Very embarrassing on your part. It’s like setting up a trap and then falling into it.

You ended up spending a lot more time at Scarabia. Most of your friends complained, even Grim. But you pretty much drowned it out.

It really felt like Kalim could be your boyfriend.

“I really should be going but— I don’t wanna!” You threw yourself on Kalim’s lap while stretching your arms out.

He laughed, “Well, you don’t have to. You can stay over.”

You smiled but shook your head. “No I can’t do that…”

“Eh? Why not?” Kalim whined.

Yeah you were playing hard to get, you were aware how stupid you sounded. At times like this, you two felt more like a bantering couple.

People were talking about you two. Scarabia students spread some accurate rumors of you two. Probably not on purpose but it still ended up in your friend group. They weren’t happy at all.

Ace grabbed the collar of your uniform and shook you back and forth while interrogating you. Deuce, Epel, nor Jack did. much to help while Grim threatened to burn your hair.

“Kalim, what are your thoughts on dating?” You suddenly asked. You felt promoted to ask such a question because of all these rumors .

“Hmm…” He hummed for a moment, “I see it a lot. My relatives are always asking if I’ve got a partner yet. I guess it’s just not my top priority! But it’s still on my mind…” He spoke a bit slow in an unsure tone with his eyes gazing into yours.

You smiled, “Oh yeah? What is your top priority?”

“You, of course!”

You laughed in unison as you sat up to wrapped your arms around his neck.

You glanced off to the side and thought.

If we were dating, this would be a good time to kiss.

Why were you thinking this? You did this to yourself when you started acting this way towards a friend. Of course you couldn’t go complain to your friends because they’d laugh in your face. Then again you would also do the same thing.

You looked at him straight in his eyes. He could tell there was something off by how tense you were and your expression look as if you were gonna sneeze.

“Uh are you okay…?” He poked your cheek as he leaned in closer.

“Kalim!” You suddenly shouted his name. Then you went for it.

—

Now you didn’t know what to do. You stuck closer to Grim and randomly went silent in conversations. Even in class, you seemed spaced out. Maybe not spaced out but just bothered by something.

Grim already tried to ask you but you easily disregarded him. Unfortunately Ace and Deuce can be somewhat dense and didn’t realize your soured mood until half way into the school day.

You pouted to yourself in your seat as Grim ate all of your lunch that you were supposed to share.

“Grim, you just ate all of MC’s lunch.” Deuce pointed at the empty tray.

“Eh whatever, they always share lunch with Kalim anyway!” Ace teased but you showed a very bitter reaction.

Finally they notice…

“They’ve been all grouchy all morning!” Grim complained, you were being super rude today!

“I’m not being grouchy. You’re just high maintenance!” You spat back. You put your head down to slouch in your seat and let out a groan of distress.

“You’re completely ruining the mood for us!” Ace forcefully pulled you back up and shook you. “You’re gonna tell us what happened.”

Maybe your friends aren’t as mean as you thought.

They still reprimanded you for doing something so absurd almost like they were your guardians or something but they wanted to help you. But ideas from the ex-anemone heads weren’t very bright. Maybe the most direct approach would work in this situation.

Right as the last bell rang, you jumped out of your seat and made your way down the halls. You nearly crashed into an upperclassman but you stopped right in front of him.

“Do you know where Kalim is?”

“I think he went to the light music room. He was talking about practice before the bell rang.”

When you approached him, you almost forgot what you were gonna say. He greeted you curtly but didn’t have the usual upbeat attitude.

“Could we talk about.. last night?” You nervously said.

“Oh! It’s okay. If it’s better for you, we can just forget that ever happened.” He quietly said.

Somehow, that hurt to hear. You didn’t want to forget it. You shook your head and glanced to the side. You were at a loss.

“Are we best friends or just friends?” Kalim suddenly asked with a serious gaze.

“Do friends kiss?” You were asking yourself that. You did love him but maybe he saw it as just friendly banter.

“Uh well obviously not!” Kalim said without sarcasm. You almost forgot how honest could be. The two of you sighed in confusion.

“Well then— what are we…?”

That was a question neither of you could answer. You bit your lip and looked down.

“You know what… I like you! It’s okay if you don’t like me back yet! I still have time to woo you, right?”

“…Right?” You answered back. “But I do like you.”

He grabbed your shoulders and came closer. “But I didn’t do it right. I thought it was obvious. I wouldn’t go do that if I didn’t like you. My ma told me that love built in confusing feelings like this aren’t good! So I just gotta redo it.”

Honestly, he was just making it worse.

“If it’s okay with you. Then let’s restart. I’ll take you on a date!”

You nodded your head, you didn’t understand what he was trying to say.

“Great.” He let go of you and stepped away, “I’ll be going but please don’t forget. Bye bye!”

At this rate, he might kill you with all this tension.

[resistanceisfeudal]

Uncategorised finale thoughts:

The number of times I said "I dont care about this" out loud got a bit silly

Second only to "this doesn't feel like how the borg work"

I think Riker straight up forgot he has a kid to go home to

Jack reminiscing about all his dearest fondest memories from the last, what, two days? Absolutely sent me. 10/10

Something about the "Everyone gets a little something to do" structure of this borg cube heist is pleasing to me. I'll give them that

Presumably, thousands of people have died, right? This happy ending feels weird

Hey, Tuvok! Glad they bothered to remember that.

When was Shaw supposed to have recorded this message? Seriously. When? Post vadic taking over and pre borg taking over? Weird priorities.

Gabe really said "we can reconcile but only once you've saved the Galaxy three times"

"One year later" - cuts immediately to scene that in no way needed to happen one year later then cutting to a discontinuous scene that does. Editing. Guys, come on.

I cannot believe they're putting so much dramatic emphasis on the "engage/make it so/etc" thing. Like, that's a running joke in Discovery!

Laris died on the way back to her home planet.

Thoughts firmly in the salt category:

This whole season felt like an insult.

I saw some post using the phrase "Bury your gays" to describe this episode, which obviously had me worried for Seven and Raffi. But like, even though they survived what even is this? Why even include them? Why break them up if you're not going to do anything with that story beat?

M'talas system. What an obnoxious choice.

I still don't like Jack.

[bend-n-twst]

blah i got headcanons about the gay twisted wonderland boys please debate me (politely)

Gay:

Crewel, Sam, and Chen'ya have only ever kissed boys and never considered anyone else.

Jade is gay and autistic af

Jack is freshly out of the closet because he never realized that being uncomfortable with a girl being "the one and only" was uncommon.

Idia is... well. a flaming homosexual

Bi:

Trein is a wifeguy through and through, but this man had a youth at some point.

Vargas - dating Crewel. source: just trust me bro

Lilia... hunny look at the material.

Trey has dated a LOT of people during his time in school. He is kissing Vil rn btw

Ace is newly bi

Floyd dgaf about gender. he has MASSIVE crushes on Riddle and Jamil

Rook is bi in that he likes all men and maybe one woman. Homoflexible if you will

Ace/Aro:

so i made this tier level because i didn't have space in the screenshot to have different ones for each so I put the aroace spec dudes on the same level

Silver is demi through and through. He doesn't pursue anything with anyone as his priorities are to his family, but it's never out of the realm of possibility for him. due to his closeness to Malleus, he also wants to ensure that whoever it is he's dating is not a danger to the prince.

ruggie is aro/ace big time because all that's a waste of time for him. he's always on that grind

Kalim, my son, is panromantic ace. Loves deeply, passionately, clumsily, and desires nothing more than intellectual closeness.

Closeted:

Sebek has some self searching before he realizes he's gay

Epel has some internalized homophobia to fight before he's okay with calling himself any flavor of queer

Riddle's mom is homophobic, boy can't even consider the possibility of liking anyone other than girls.

Jamil knows who he is, but why bother coming out if it isn't going to change anything? Plus, Floyd would never let him live it down.

Some flavor of queer:

Crowley... just look at him.

Malleus's whole being transcends the binary of gender AND sexuality. listen to him talk about gargoyles.

Azul is a drag king.

Deuce is trans masc AND trans fem vibes. i will not elaborate either way.

Vil's whole shtick with Epel is gender doesn't matter. She's the trans ever.

Leona is a cis man but dgaf. i mean yes he does but he doesn't want to be pigeonholed.

Heterosexual:

Cater and Neige are straight because its Funny.

Gayass Cat:

Grim's a gayass cat. you see that bow? gayass. bet it jingles.

Remains to be seen:

Ortho - it didn't feel right throwing him into any other categories because (spoilers) but i also didn't want to relegate the robot to the aroace category so i will say. i have no thoughts about him

Cheka is a child. he has other things to worry about. you know how stressful it is to pick your favorite color at his age? your favorite ANIMAL? bro's too busy.

[filzmonster]

If you’re doing the ask game: Gilbert Nightray?

any excuse to talk about Gilbert Nightray tbh

First impression: I saw him being angsty in the rain during the intro for 0.2 seconds and I just knew he was going to be my fave.

Impression now: Honestly, it's been over ten years and I still can't really put into words how much this fictional character means to me.

To me, he has one of the most interesting, most well crafted character journeys I've ever seen. The way his entire loyalty complex is depicted, established and developed is something that still touches me very deeply. How he struggles with but ultimately pushes through his issues is just ,,,,,,,,, hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ,,,,,,,,, dare I say inspiring? Also, he got a lot of cool moments throughout the series and I'm very thankful for that <3

Favourite moment: This was a tough one because there are so manyyyyyyyy. But I'm gonna go with the one that impressed me the most from a 'the way this story is written' pov and that's the one where he shows up and saves Break from Fang and Lilly. I don't even know. Just thinking about this scene and the way it was set up - with Gilbert running towards Oz, Vincent manipulating him into thinking Break can take care of himself, his flashbacks to when Break told him to get his priorities straight, with him realizing that Break is blind, with him still chosing to run towards Oz and Vincent's sinister 'good riddance Hatter' smile, and then Gilbert laughing in all of their faces by saying 'screw my priorities, I can chose both' - still gives me chills. I so very clearly remember sitting in my bed at like 3am, reading it for the first time and just losing my mind over Gilbert showing up and kicking him in the back when no one, least of all Break, expected him to do that.

Idea for a story: One day I will write down the 'The Tragedy of Sablier never happend and Gilbert and Vincent and Alice grow up as Baskervilles with Oswald and Jack as their gay parents' story set to Bastille songs I have been dreaming about for 5 years. Y'all just wait.

Unpopular opinion: There should have been a last meaningful conversation between Break and Gilbert before Break dies.

I know a lot of people absolutely love that Break got to spend his last impactful scenes with Oz and Vincent, guiding these two through their last character development steps, but ,,,,,,, but.

It just makes me so mad that up until the very climax of Gilbert's character development (him burning off his left arm and then showing up to stand in front of Glen and declare his loyalty to Oz no matter what) there were so many conversations between these two from the very beginning, the parallels between both of them serving Masters, Break being aware that he is the cautionary tale for Gilbert and trying to guide him, Gilbert showing up and saving him, Break even going all I don't have to worry about him anymore while being chained to a wall, so sure that Gilbert is going to help Oz because even though he saw him shoot Oz he also saw through the compulsion and realized that Gilbert picked his side, Oz' side, and that he would ultimately pull through.

And yet. AND YET. Their last real interaction is Gilbert being furious at Break and blaming him for Oscar's death and then just kind of ignoring him and not even really acknowledging him/his impending death when they part ways in the ruins of Sablier and Break stays behind to die alone in the arms of Reim and Sharon.

Instead the focus is on Vincent and Oz, as if the last 20something volumes of their friendship and connection suddenly didn't matter anymore. I'm still disappointed about this 10 years later apparently, because just like Gilbert I simply cannot let things go.

Favourite relationship: Breakbert Oz. Whatever the hell he has going on with Oz in every shape, form and colour throughout the entire manga. I live and breathe for that shit. The angst, the loyalty, the doubt, the jealousness, the dismissiveness, the fucked-up-ness at times. The way they both trigger their respective issues at the start but then become each other's guiding light to becoming better versions of themselves and then ending up with this beautiful, trusting friendship where they both understand the other better and see them for who the other really is and still chose each other, despite everything. Fuck.

Favourite headcanon: Uff. I fear I am so out of touch with the source material these days that I don't really remember what was actually hinted at in the manga and what was just my interpretation of certain things?

I distantly remember him angsting about doing dirty work for the Nightrays at some point, so I have this headcanon that he worked as some sort of assassin/spy for them for a while? No idea if that's a true headcanon or just my imagination running wild with a throwaway line, but I like the idea of him being actually way more ruthless than he seems and very willing to go to drastical measures for the people he cares about without hesitation.

[nutzworth]

DAY 5: JANUARY 31, 2024 (i got to start reading more consistently.)

STATS: read for ~3 hrs pages read: 1052-1359. 307 pgs. act 4! slur count: 8 + 1 = 9 (john r slur on 1 of his defaced posters) silly count: 11 + 0 = 11 (i might have missed some. to be honest) piss count: 1/3

THOUGHTS: today started with john's alchemizing spree! i really like the alchemy even though i can NOT understand how the binary and codes quite work. john does though. johns really smart about alchemy in sburb specifically. this section also has a lot of funny john faces. i love this guy

FINALLY the end of dave and bros strife! jesus! been 2 sessions sicne it started! i said this last time but i think its SO INTERESTING how bro doesnt cut or stab dave in any way during the strife. they clash and lil cal gets torn up and daves sword gets 1/2ed and daves SYMBOL gets scratched but when hussie shows dave after the fight hes winded and bruised and battered but hes NOTABLY NOT BLOODY! obviously being bruised cus youre FIGHTING! WITH YOUR DAD! is bad and your dad (bro) is a criminal but. man. how much restraint was bro USING. to be SO PRECISE! did he have to choose between slashing dave and slashing cal in that split second? why else would he possibly have slashed cal? for paradox reasons? i really like dirk strider

the unofficial homestuck collection website is bugging out SO BAD for me. for so many flashes today the music just did not play. it SUCKS! but its fine i just play the music in another tab. i hope they fix that but i know its not priority

i really like the few dave logs i read today. dave is sooooo sad puppy on the other side of a cracked door that sees you and wants to get in the room but cant figure out how to push open the door so he just whines. "hello" "what are you doing" "man where are you" "are you there" he is so cute. in contrast the other dave log today was DAVE AND TAVROS!!!! HOORAY FOR TAVROS! and dave in this one is really funny hes so nonchalant and like "no man. if you want to have sex with a 13 yr old boy okay dude. im on board. time and place." and tavros is like UM! NO! IM GOOD! HAHA! }:) ! they are so funny. the striders are SO internet troll. dave does it flawlessly

KANAYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE KANAYA! SHES MY FAVORITE TROLL! shes so awesome in the kanaya/rose log she is so funny. start talking to this girl like "humans cant understand time travel when its really so simple youre all kind of dumb" and ending with "hey we should be friends". i literally love her

EXILES! not much happened with the exiles. introduced to aimless renegade. what a cop. pa harley heart! thanks for your guns pa!

THE FLASH WHEN ROSE ENTERS THE GAME IS SO COOOOOL!!!!!!!!! i really really like it unfortunately the sound didnt work so all the beats didnt hit quite right but they hit ENOUGH. SO COOL! I LOVE ROSE!!!! theres so much going on all the time for that girl. i love you rose

INTERMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i really like the intermission i think its so fun trying to parse what the hell is happening. i have GOT to read problem sleuth because so many of the things i find funny are straight up just problem sleuth bits

hussie averting the readers expectations with the like You have a deck of cards. ==> play solitaire With what cards? Dumbass? Fuck off. You only have your WAR CHEST. i think this is hussie like softdropping his rivalry with his audience. it starts with silly banter and then hes like im going to make a character representing the fandom and im going to kill her off (calliope)

the felt are SO COOL! if anyone knows all the pun names for them lmk. i only know a few obvious ones.

the intermission is SO gory. theres so much blood and death and guns and knives. like ok dude i get youre in mafia gangs or whatever but cool it on the blood and yucky faces! yeesh! there is also more crude jokes in it than normal i think. maybe cus these are real adults with pornography in their briefcases than like 13 yr olds. "jack king off" "you beat it(your heart) pretty often" "fist full of penis" etc

you kjnow what drives me crazy. the ACTUAL REAL TIMELINE of the intermission. or at least what it means for the rest of the comic. obviously the intermission is foreshadowing (esp when slick gets his eye and arm cut off; mentioning lord english; etc) but like. its MORE. when i first read homestuck i was under the impression that the intermission was just some other timeline in some universe. granted i dont remember slicks eye and arm getting nixed or karkat vantas reveal or lord english mention or anything that foreshadows anything. but NO! its NOT some other timeline! but it IS another universe. its ALTERNIA!!!!!!!!!!!

the story of jack noir (spades slick) as i know it is as follows: jack noir spawns in derse ==> commits a crime (probably shittalking the queen) ==> gets exiled to... um. somewhere. ==> i assume he meets karkat here? and stabs him. and karkats blood is revealed and then theyre friends ==> slick (now scurrilous straggler) is left on the green moon? exiled in rags ==> he builds a city ==> the felt's mansion is there also. they form gangs and become rivals ==> intermission starts; midnight crew infiltrates lord english's lair to get the vault prizes ==> slick goes in the vault and begins commanding karkat. if im wrong about any of this correct me im so curious

i really like clubs deuce and diamonds droog. i wish crowbar was in the intermission more. clover is just like nagito komaeda. trace and fin are insaaaane. i wish i knew more about the felt

ACT 4! GAME!!!!! game on lowas. its really cool i didnt get to play it my first readthrough. love the salamanders and love the captchalogue nonsense. it is so fun. thats all for today folks

[parateuthis]

20 credit hour semesters are not good for the speed of active progress on personal projects, but I've got that One Meta Thing I Have Yet to Name rotating in my mind for a bit, and I have Thoughts.

Anyways. It's weirdly hard to accurately get across what I mean when I talk about this thing, but I think the difference between canon and fanon Benrey HLVRAI really encapsulates it by virtue of being such a stark contrast. I'd be hard pressed to find a better example of how fandoms change characters to slot more cleanly into that common perception. Benrey's in such a unique position; he's an inhuman villain canonically "lusting over" the protagonist the whole time, he has a lot of interactions with other characters, a blank slate for a backstory, a lot of very memorable and dramatic moments. It would be difficult to deliberately create a character better fit to becoming the fandom's favorite. Also, by design he is completely fucking nonsensical and absurd. He is tied so, so tightly to Scorpy's sense of humor. iirc Holly talked during an interview for a podcast about how Benrey makes a more terrifying (and hilarious) villain because of that complete sense of like... you absolutely cannot understand him, you absolutely cannot reason with him, he is talking about how "SONY CEO JACK TRETTON HIRED... a Nintendo CEO Reggie and they built a big... BOMB" and he is going to kill you.

Everybody rewrites Benrey. I'd argue that you kind of HAVE TO, if you want to write anything remotely serious with a character like that. It's very commonly noticeable with the other characters too; HLVRAI has a story, but moment-to-moment, commitment to the bit and "what would be the funniest thing to say or do here" takes priority over developing a character that works in more serious contexts. (Side note and clarification, this isn't a criticism of HLVRAI, it's a lot of fun, it's just another way that the source material and fandom find themselves at serious odds, and if I had the time and energy I would be writing out another long post about the tone side of how fandom changes things.) Some characters hew more closely to canon characterization in fanfiction- Gordon as the straight man translates easily, and Dr. Coomer plays ball with tone shifts very well- and the author's own balance of interest in the source material vs the fandom plays a big role as well. But I have never, ever seen a Benrey I could mistake for the canonical Benrey. (Not that the canonical Benrey could really WORK in a text medium, imo. Live improv in GMod is his natural environment and specialized niche.)

Which brings me back to my own project, where the characters are the fanon versions of a nonexistent children's cartoon being eventually exposed to the nature of their reality. Fanon interpretations are obviously something I'm thinking a lot about as I'm developing characters, both in terms of general inspiration and as research for making them really click as something you would see scrolling through your dashboard. But as wonderful of an example Benrey is, that very same extreme absurdism makes him difficult as a model for the changes people make to make unique characters fit a mold, because that would imply a world where something like THIS

could be the main villain's speech from a children's cartoon.

actually that fucking rules

[aarcanechaoss]

Hey ;)

Can you do a headcanon with the BC characters and their so says their safeword

Characters - Zora , Nozel , Jack

👀 are you the same person??? Or is this a hilarious coincidence? -> Anyway off we go … I’m saying they got overstimulated because I don’t want anyone getting hurt okay

Zora Ideale

You have never seen this man freeze so fast, the second that word left your lips. He knew that having a safe word was necessary and he always thought he was careful but he still stayed frozen above you, waiting for you to say something else. The panic leaves when you say you were just overstimulated and that he hadn’t hurt you… because he’d rather die than do that.

Nozel Silva

He has trust issues with himself, the second you say the safe word he is out of you and on the other side of the bed. It’s almost comical… if he wasn’t genuinely afraid that he’d hurt you. However once he realised you were just overstimulated slowly creeped forward and pressed kisses to your face to help you feel better.

Jack the Ripper

Panic. Just straight panic from head to toe, he’s no longer in the mood for anything but giving you cuddles and saying he loves you over and over again. Gets you a glass of water and helps to clean you up almost immediately once you both calm down. Then you both cuddle until you fall asleep.

Osamu Dazai

He pauses and scans you over, checking to see if he had hurt you in any way. He even has a mental checklist of everything you’d both just done before moving away to help clean you up. Your comfort was his priority after all.

Ranpo Edogawa

He had no idea what to do. How do you respond, what do you ask? For being the smartest person in the agency he really didn’t have great people skills. (He does have good tongue skills though… sorry) He immediately stills and just lays there with you until you are able to calm down, he hasn’t left you at all during this- still being quite comfortable in there.

Edgar Allen Poe

You think Nozel panicking is comedic wait till you see Poe. He’s somehow managed to fall out of the bed in his panic at the word. He’s on the floor apologising and asking what you need. It makes you laugh actually which is good too before sleepily asking him to help clean you up and cuddle for a bit. Then you can talk.

Chuuya Nakahara

He goes from king of the sheets to the most precious man ever as he gently moves away to help clean you up. He goes so far as to set a bath for you with a glass of water and your favourite snack. He also gives you a million kisses as he helps you relax. Man loves you big time