#jack’s reaction to it 👀

[bobbie-robron]

How can Katie have two husbands at once? (Part 2)

Robert and Katie announcement their engagement at home not realizing Andy is there but he takes it okay, congratulating them. Jack’s reaction at first is telling how things will be changing in Robert’s remaining months. Chas questions Katie looking to marry so soon again. Andy assures Robert he’s fine with things (‘for once in your life, I reckon you… you care about someone as much as yourself’ 😒 - really?). Cain bets Robert won’t make it to the altar. Cain hints to Andy that Robert is having his cake and eating it (‘his moonlight liaisons with Sadie King’) 😡 and that ‘Casanova is laughing in your face’. Gifs will be posted separately.

08-May-2005

[see-arcane]

Jack when narrating about telling Mina about the mens' attack on Dracula in London:

she grew snowy white at times when danger had seemed to threaten her husband, and red at others when his devotion to her was manifested

Mina blushing at Jonathan's acts of devotion omg...

When we came to the part where Harker had rushed at the Count so recklessly, she clung to her husband’s arm, and held it tight as though her clinging could protect him from any harm that might come.

Protective instincts aside I love Jack saying that his attack was "so recklessly". He did fear for Jonathan's life and tried to shield him with a crucifix and a wafer because he kept trying to Kill. I imagine him talking about the attack with the tone of a man who is wiping his sweating forehead going "And then, the absolute madlad-"

Jack: "We were trying to play it safe, united front and all, except someone kept trying to actively gut the ancient undead horror right then and there. And then he lizard fashioned out the window to try it again when said undead horror threw himself out of the building to escape. And then he went chasing after the undead horror to try and carve him open in the middle of a crowded street. If Dracula hadn't sprinted for it I'm pretty sure your husband would have filleted him in the Square. And this was all after he swore out loud to sell his soul to kill the Count and send him to Hell."

Jonathan: "Sorry I didn't slaughter him for you yet, darling 🥺"

Mina, simultaneously terrified and so aroused she can't see straight: "that's fine my love it's great it's cool"

[stripesysheaven]

ben/jack, jack/sawyer, sawyer/christian shgjhsks

OOO SUCH GOOD ONES 👀

ben x jack (my disgraced beloved):

jack x sawyer (the wlws fr):

sawyer x christian (best ship designed to fuck with jack’s head completely):

x

[lukolastrong]

The cast, the crew, and Luke Newton

The world tour revealed so much about both Nic and Luke. Whether it was on purpose or their unhinged behavior; however, the things we learned about what the cast and crew had done bts was something I wasn’t expecting (along with 1,487 other things🤣)

Here’s a few off the top of my head:

• Tom putting Luke and Nic on the spot with their wedding dance to capture their emotions and Luke improvises caressing her cheek

• Jack pulling dancers off the floor one by one until it was just Sam and Nic to capture Luke’s reaction

• Tom capturing Luke’s reaction to Nic coming in with Pen’s wedding dress on (what we saw in ep7 and the bts where he says “perfect”🥹)

• Lizzie having the mirror scene room darkened to make it feel more real. Tell me, why does a sex scene need to feel “more real” than what is on the script?🫣 along with this, Nic and Luke going off script… let’s not forget to mention the carriage scene👀 this was next level unhinged. The fact that they “didn’t” hear cut in an open stage carriage, the way Luke improvised the lip bite then they both proceeded to improvise past what was in the script, iykyk.

After learning these, it cemented my idea further that there is something between them. I’m sorry but you can’t convince me that “only co-stars” would go to this length if there wasn’t real feelings behind their actions. I still believe Luke fell first. I believe that his choices to improvise things and his reactions to things involving her were his real feelings that he felt safe to express behind his character. Same goes with Nic. They both played into their characters more profoundly and what we saw on screen was a reflection of them letting loose, for a lack of better term, since it could’ve easily been dismissed as them just acting.

All of this to say, Luke wears his heart on his sleeve. You can see it in his character (he’s most like his character after all😏), you can see it in interviews and the bts footage, and you can see it with his past relationships. What is being shown to us with the (A)djacent isn’t real, it isn’t love. You can read that all over their faces and through the screen. Anyone can fake a smile for a picture 🤷🏼‍♀️ but what you can’t fake is love.

[honeycollectswhump]

„[…] He didn’t want punishment, he wanted soft touches and gentle hugs, and loving kisses. He couldn’t go back. He couldn’t handle it. He would surely break. Every small part of him would crumble away and he would become the dust underfoot. He would shrink away to nothing. He would flee his own still breathing body.“

no you don’t understand i nearly CRIED 😭 that entire monologue section is HEARTBREAKING I AM IN PIECES

„Never had he imagined that his soul could hurt so badly. There had been light after so much darkness and the darkness was all the more terrible for knowing he wouldn’t see that light again. Like fate had handed him love and kindness only so he could know what it was like to lose it. How much more would he be forced to bear?“

WAAAAAAAAAA *sobs violently* i don’t even have words. just tears 😭 i truly think if he were recaptured he’d break apart. he’s already holding onto so little and if that were taken away too….. which makes me all the more afraid that that is something you’d include in the story

„Ephraim tried to slow his sobs, but only managed to make them wretched little hitching things.“

just 😭 the fact that we see ephraim so utterly destroyed that he can barely control himself 😭 especially in front of hyrum 😭

„Hyrum’s small, crooked, questing hand reached out and grabbed at Ephraim’s arm, following it back to his shirt before weakly tugging. […] Hyrum curled up against his chest, and Ephraim could feel the tiny tremors that vibrated through Hyrum’s body.“

ephraim is such a comfort for hyrum i am 🥺🥺🥺 just. THEM <3

Clove: Part 11 - Unburied Grief

Masterlist

Part 10

Hey! Look at that! A vampire who is having a bad time!

Content: Werewolf whumpee, emotional whump, fear of going back, disassociation (?)

Vampire whumpee, laceration across the chest, curse whump, emotional whump, grief

...........................................

Hyrum didn’t know why they stopped on the hill, only that Ephraim stared at the cottage with widening eyes. He looked down at Hyrum and whispered, “Goldenrod, I need you to be very brave, okay?”

“What?” Hyrum asked, clutching his toy tighter to his chest. 

“I think there might be someone dangerous here. I need you to go hide in the village. I’ll come get you when it’s safe.”

Hyrum’s mind sparked with waves of panic. “What do you mean?” he whimpered, his trembling growing stronger. 

“Just go to the village. Please,” Ephraim said, gently propelling Hyrum down the slope. “Go.”

The urgency in Ephraim’s voice raised Hyrum’s thin hackles and he nodded before turning and running back down the hill, his heartbeat in his ears. 

The rattling of his toy did not cover the sudden scream of rage, nor the horrible shrieks and hisses of an angry vampire. 

Hyrum whimpered, running faster down the hill. He screamed as he tripped, his legs feeling like jelly underneath him and he rolled down the hill, limbs searching for some way to stop himself. 

He finally came to a stop in the dirt road when he heard more nightmarish sounds from the top of the hill, and that pushed him to his feet again. 

An endless stream of whimpers fell from Hyrum’s lips. He needed to stop. He needed to find somewhere to hide, he needed to be quiet. Jack would punish him if he was too loud. He would have to kneel on silver for hours if Jack heard him whimpering. Weapons didn’t whimper. He knew that. 

But there was a quiet voice inside of him that told him he wasn’t a weapon. One that smiled with a chipped fang and pressed kisses to the top of his head. 

Just as this thought was starting to pull him from his panic, someone touched him and he scrambled to get away, yelping and crying. 

“Hey, hey,” a deep voice said soothingly. It didn’t sound like Jack but it smelled human. “It’s okay, lad. Where’s Ephraim?”

Hyrum sobbed, pushing at the firm, though gentle hand that had wrapped around his arm. He was going to be taken and put in a dark room, he knew it. He’d get so hungry he’d start eating beetles and stones again. He didn’t want beetles and stones, he wanted berries and stew and bread. He didn’t want a cold cage, he wanted impossibly soft blankets. He didn’t want punishment, he wanted soft touches and gentle hugs, and loving kisses. He couldn’t go back. He couldn’t handle it. He would surely break. Every small part of him would crumble away and he would become the dust underfoot. He would shrink away to nothing. He would flee his own still breathing body. 

When Hyrum was picked up, arms around his torso to keep his arms pinned, he screamed. He had never before known anguish so terrible. Never had he imagined that his soul could hurt so badly. There had been light after so much darkness and the darkness was all the more terrible for knowing he wouldn’t see that light again. Like fate had handed him love and kindness only so he could know what it was like to lose it. 

How much more would he be forced to bear?

……………………………….

Ephraim stumbled into the village. The wound in his chest was deep and ached with each breath. It wasn’t healing like it was supposed to, and he could feel a small curse eating away at his flesh. It wouldn’t kill him, though it might leave a scar. 

Ephraim didn’t have time to think about scars, though. He had found Hyrum’s toy dropped at the bottom of the hill and picked it up, trying to find his little werewolf. 

“Goldenrod!?” Ephraim called, disregarding the fact that he was certainly waking people up. “Sweetheart, where are you!?”

“Ephraim!” 

The vampire spotted Anna stepping out of her house. When she saw the blood in the moonlight her eyes went wide and she firmly closed the door to keep her eldest from coming out and seeing it. 

“Stay inside. Everything is fine,” Anna said through the door before rushing to Ephraim, steadying him and pulling at his torn shirt to see the cut better. “Ephraim, what happened?”

Ephraim bore his teeth, a hiss escaping before he could find his voice. “There was a madman in my cottage. He was trying to take Hyrum from me.”

Anna only just managed to keep from covering her mouth as her hands were covered in Ephraim’s blood. “No! And he did this to you?”

“Yes. Have you seen Hyrum? I sent him down here to be safe.”

“I haven’t, but I did hear someone scream-” Anna admitted and Ephraim surged from out of her grasp. 

His voice broke as he called, “Hyrum!? Goldenrod!?”

Doors were opening all down the street, voices asking what was going on, but one person’s voice boomed over the rest. 

“Ephraim! He’s over here!” Guntar called. 

Ephraim practically melted with relief, stumbling over. Guntar caught him as he tripped on the first step. Ephraim felt the spell eat deeper into his chest and he coughed as it caught in his lung, gripping onto Guntar as he spasmed. 

“Anna!” Guntar said, “Get Margie.”

He helped Ephraim into the house as Anna disappeared into the darkness. 

Ephraim got his breath back, his healing pushing the curse away from his lungs where it became invested in his sternum. 

“Goldenrod. Where is he?” he asked quickly. 

“In here. I don’t think he knows where he is, poor lad.”

Ephraim pushed past Guntar, looking around wildly for the werewolf. 

He found him hiding under the well carved kitchen table. He was laying perfectly still, nothing to prove he was alive besides a faint twitch every now and then. 

Ephraim slid to his knees, pushing in to scoop the boy into his arms. Hyrum was limp, his head lolling back as Ephraim did so. The vampire pressed the boy’s head into the crook of his neck, pressing kisses all along the side of his head. 

“Goldenrod, I’m here. It’s okay, I’m here. Please, you’re okay, please, come back sweetheart.”

Hyrum twitched, his breath catching in his chest. He whined, high pitched and scared. 

Ephraim did nothing to stop his tears from running down his face, soaking into Hyrum’s golden hair. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I-”

Ephraim choked on his emotions, sobbing in rhythm with the curse throbbing in his chest. He wanted to apologize for the terror Hyrum lived with every day, he wanted to apologize for not killing the man who had done this, he wanted to apologize to a fledgling who wasn’t here, who he hadn’t seen for just over 40 years. None of this would do either of them any good, so he cried into Hyrum’s hair while the werewolf fell asleep in his arms. 

“Alright, what’s all the fuss about?” a crotchety old voice asked. “Ephraim, I really hope you don’t mean for me to go under there to treat you.”

Ephraim tried to slow his sobs, but only managed to make them wretched little hitching things. 

“Oh,” Margie said, a softness entering her grizzled tones. “Ah, Guntar, could you help Ephraim out?”

“Yeah. I’m going to pull you out now, Ephraim.”

Guntar’s large hands pulled him and Hyrum out before the butcher gently coaxed Hyrum out of Ephraim’s arms. 

“I’ll put him in bed,” Guntar promised as Ephraim gathered himself to pull himself up into a chair. 

Margie pulled back his shirt, eyeing the wound and the curse that was starting to play across Ephraim’s ribs. She muttered something and the chewing pain that had been crawling through his chest faded as she stifled and put out the curse. 

Ephraim took a shuddering breath, moving to look at the wound in his chest and see how bad it was when Margie’s weathered hands cupped his face. He looked into the old crone’s eyes, unchanged from the beautiful woman she had been 50 years ago. 

“Ephraim,” she said softly. “What happened?”

Ephraim stared for a moment, captivated before he found his voice. “There was a man in my home. The one who……”

“I see,” Margie said, reaching for a rag to clean out Ephraim’s wound and see if it was healing. “He was there to take Hyrum, hmmm?”

“Yes,” Ephraim breathed. “I was going to kill him.”

Margie hesitated. “And you didn’t?”

Ephraim’s eyes burned as he looked away. “He.. ah, he said he knew where Ben was.”

Margie froze at the mention of her older brother, eyes wide for a moment before she narrowed them again, cleaning Ephraim’s wound a touch more fiercely. The softness in her voice was gone as she said, “Ben is dead. You said so yourself. You couldn’t sense him through the bond. That means he’s dead.”

“No. It means one of two things. He’s dead, or-”

“You don’t seriously believe in the fae courts, do you?” she replied harshly. 

“I’ve met the fae. Just because they haven’t been seen for a long time, doesn’t mean they’re all gone. The man said that Ben had been taken by the queen.”

Margie gritted her teeth. “Then Ben’s as good as dead. We can’t get him back, even if there was such a thing as a fae court. You should have just killed the fool.”

Hurt, Ephraim looked away, towards the room Gunter had taken Hyrum. “I’m sorry, Marigold.”

Margie ignored him, and finished looking at the wound. She rubbed some balm in and patted his chest. “Go sleep,” she said. “I’ll check your cottage in the morning. If that man could cast that sort of curse on you with just a cut, I can imagine he left some rather nasty traps for you.”

Ephraim nodded, standing up. He opened his mouth to thank her, but she was already gone, refusing to meet his eyes. He stood in Gustav’s house, exhausted and drained, and he let his clenched fists relax as he turned. 

Gustav was still in the bedroom with Hyrum. He was running his hand over Hyrum’s back over the blankets. He looked up when Ephraim entered and whispered, “Before you say anything, you can stay here for the night.”

“Thank you, Gustav.”

“Do you need something to eat before you go to bed?”

“If you wouldn’t mind,” Ephraim said with a weak smile.

Gustav stood up and Hyrum whimpered at the loss of contact. “I’ll bring the blood to you. Why don’t you stay with him?”

Ephraim nodded and sat in the chair, putting his hand on Hyrum’s head. The new hair and fur starting to grow in were already so much softer than the rest of it, and Hyrum seemed to enjoy it the most when Ephraim wiggled his fingers into his curls to find the softest of it. 

Hyrum’s small, crooked, questing hand reached out and grabbed at Ephraim’s arm, following it back to his shirt before weakly tugging. 

Ephraim leaned forward, but Hyrum didn’t stop pulling until Ephraim realized what the boy wanted. 

Ephraim sighed and slid into the bed, pulling the covers over both of them. Hyrum curled up against his chest, and Ephraim could feel the tiny tremors that vibrated through Hyrum’s body. 

Ephraim held the boy close, running and hand down his back silently. 

Gunter came back with a cup of blood, which Ephraim drank quickly before curling back up and closing his eyes, listening to Gunter leave and get settled again before falling asleep. 

………………………………..

“You shouldn’t go up there alone, Margie,” Anna said. She had come by in the morning with her youngest to pick up something for a cough he’d picked up to find the old woman preparing to go up the hill to the cottage. 

“I may be old, but I can take care of myself,” Margie replied. She was rather testy that morning. More so than usual though Anna wasn’t easily scared off. 

“I’ll have Josh go up with you.”

“I don’t need your husband to-”

“Margie, you are taking someone with you,” Anna said sternly, and Margie glowered at her, trying to decide if it was worth the energy to keep arguing with the determined mother. 

“Oh all right,” Margie sighed and Anna nodded firmly. “Now, you’d better not go up alone.”

Margie grumbled as Anna gathered up her youngest and headed back out, leaving Margie to finish packing her bag with the things she would need to take care of any curses or traps she found. She hoped there was nothing too surprising up there. While she had a lot of practice with countering curses or even casting them, she was self taught and she knew there was a lot she still did not understand about magic. 

He left her house, taking her cane with her. She usually didn’t use her cane, but she had woken up with aching knees and there was no way she would be climbing up that hill without it. 

She walked through the main street of the village, passing by the shops and homes and making it out to where the dirt road thinned out. She was halfway up the hill before she heard someone jogging to catch up behind her. 

She smiled to herself and called out, “Slow this morning, aren’t we, Josh?”

Josh snorted as he caught up. “Only because Kate was throwing a tantrum. So, what’s the story? I know there was someone here who attacked Ephraim last night.”

“Indeed, and he’s a nasty piece of work. Throws curses wherever he goes, it seems. I’m here to try and clean up any traps or curses he may have left behind. Ephraim has enough going on without needing to worry about that too.”

Josh nodded. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Oh, yes. Trust me, I’ll put you to work.”

Josh smiled and looked up at the cottage. The door was open, a little askew on broken hinges, the inside yawning darkly at them. It felt so wrong to look into that friendly cottage and feel a strange prickle of fear on the palms of his hands. 

Margie sighed. “Yup. Lots of work to do.”

Part 12 - Coming soon

Clove Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch @the-blind-one-speaks @whumpsday @extrabitterbrain @inkkswhumpandstuff @honeycollectswhump @whump-blog-reblogs

[totallylost4you]

Taylor during Katy Perry's "I'm his, he's mine" (incl. Katy's scissoring with Doechii) AND "I kissed a girl."

Well, who has kissed a girl and liked it? 🙋‍♀️

"Thank you to the LGBTQ community who I recognize I would not be here without and who show me that you can be both kind and cunt." - Katy Perry

The reaction of Jack and Taylor... 👀

September 11, 2024 🌈

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

august 2024 episode of octavinelle + 4koma update

You know the drill by now!

Spoilers for the 4koma and the Episode of Octavinelle chapter 12 below the cut. As a reminder, the Episode of Savanaclaw won’t be updating again until winter.

🫵 THERE THEY ARE…

THE SMOOTH CRIMINALS…

The poses in this opening page are so good; Leona sat all lax like a boss who knows who’s large and in charge, Ruggie leaning against the chair and swinging the keys to the vault around on one finger… The posing perfectly captures their personalities and roles in relationship to one another.

Once again, Azul makes many fantastically desperate and despair-filled expressions this installment 😭

Falling to his knees???? Laying flat on the floor??? Man is UNMATCHED when it comes to theatrics.

I like this shot of Azul and Leona’s gazes lining up; it really helps give you the sense of two rivals sizing each other up.

(Side note: you can also tell how much painstaking detail the artists went through to include their eye makeup in these close-ups. Hats off to them for the extra effort, it looks great!)

… WHY DiD THEY hAvFTA mAkE HIM So smUGHERE 💀

damn i wish i was that stack of contracts

… I mean what

sorry

Sorry

SORRY

I got distracted there, what were we talking about again????

AYO they always make Leona casting King’s Roar look so darn cool in the manga 😭

My favorite panel in this sequence has to be the one with the text bubbles. He looks so nonchalant and a little stern as he speaks the chant… The shadows on his face add a lot to the atmosphere of it!

This chapter is the part where Leona gets to sanding Azul’s hard work away! Look at how beautifully drawn Azul’s reaction is ✨

The particle-y effect of the contracts melting into sand is nice �� It feeds Azul’s tears… Tasty meal…

MOU YADA IN MANGA FORM IS PEAK

lmao Azul for real threw a tantrum, flailing his limbs and everything 🤡 Love that even Leona and Ruggie have NO idea how they should respond to this.

Oh no, here comes the OB…

The anguish Azul’s experiencing is really coming through. He’s sweating so much and his entire face is so. Er… for lack of a better term, twisted.

I think seeing the blot leaking out from each of them helps to illustrate that they’re truly being overwhelmed and consumed by their own inner darkness. It’s sad to see 😔

We cut back to Yuuta and co. squaring off against the twins!

I wanted to point out and comment on these parts with Jack. He’s not a character that I usually pay much attention to, but I gotta commend him for fighting back so hard and trying to shield the picture even when he’s clearly got no chance of winning. Jack bearing his fangs at Floyd with pupils contracted… 🫶 Very good and loyal pupper! I get the Jack appeal now, lol

I LOVE THIS

It reminds me of the similar Azul-Leona framing earlier in the chapter, though with a different context. I like that this shows how the twins are in sync and coming to the same terrible conclusion.

Not long after, they rush to Azul’s side—which makes me think that these two worry for his wellbeing 😭 THEY DONmT SAY IT OUT LOUD BUT THEY CARE

Oh yeah, here it comes… OB Azul has arrived!! 👀

I MEAN YEAH it’s not good for his health, but I’m so hyped for the battle and flashbacks to his childhood! Baby!Azul shall NOT escape our sight…

The 4koma this month centers on Jack, Vargas, and others (Jade, Kalim, Deuce) talking about using transformation magic for racing.

dhejeveiwhwuow I would say more, but I actually didn’t find this 4koma that remarkable. It’s a generally the boys chatting about animals and their different activities they excel at.

[impish-baby]

Hey, could I have more HIWTHI content please? Possibly with them finding out reader would write in their journal a lot, possibly hinting towards reader having large amounts of self worth issues, and instead of them leaving because no one notices them, reader left because they feel like a burden?

I’m particularly interested in Marcus and the twins reacting.

Also, please make sure to take care of yourself. I love all of your writing, but no one will ever blame you for taking a break. Also, please stay hydrated.

-🌙

👀 close to something that would happen canonically actually!!

HIWTHI cast's reaction to reader's journal

(Trigger warnings: reader's struggles with self worth, mentioned/referenced suicide)

Marcus feels like a complete and utter failure as a father. No matter how cold or stern he is with his children, he does love all of them with everything in him. So the fact that you feel like a burden? That you felt like a waste of space in your own home? He hangs his head in shame.

Doesn't even bother with asking why you didn't speak up, he's well aware that this is his own shortcoming. It's his fault, that's the simple truth of the matter.

Once you are back home, you're required to start therapy. He'll even let you do in person instead of online if you promise to actually give it a shot, Marcus legitimately wants (needs) you to get better. He has no delusions of their being an overnight change, and so he tries to go at your pace.

There's lots of long conversations, firm reminders that you are loved and of value no matter what. Especially at night, he'll sit at the end of your bed and tell you how much you mean to him. He'd go on until he's blue in the face if that's what it takes for you to believe his words.

Clara refuses to believe what she's read for a long while. She knows it's real, she has the proof held in her hands. Just... her child, her baby, was struggling with almost the same thing she was. And she didn't know. She didn't know and now they're gone.

If she wasn't worried about reader before, she's actually terrified now. The worst outcome is going through her mind, because really, what was stopping you from doing something dangerous? Clara is constantly eyeing the news, fear eating her alive.

The next time she sees you, you're getting the tightest hug. The woman sobbing into your shoulder, thanking whatever higher being that her baby is safe.

You aren't allowed to have sharp objects, unportioned medication, or anything that could be used to harm one's self anymore. Clara doesn't care, she's not leaving a chance. She knows what it's like being in that state of mind. She'll be dammed if she doesn't start acting like a mother should and protecting her child.

Jack is bawling his eyes out right away. The pen ink in your diary smudging as his tears hit the paper. You...oh god..

He feels like the shitiest person on earth, he doesn't deserve to call himself an older brother. He knew Jaiden had his struggles, and now this..

He pockets the journal. Jack reads it as some form of punishment. You suffered with this, he'll suffer with it too. When you're back home, he's trying his best to include you in everything.

Movie nights, board games, he comes up with anything and everything so you can spend time together. See? He has fun with you, he likes hanging out with you, you aren't a burden..

Theo feels bitter, resentful. At your parents, at themselves, at the fact that you felt that way. His resolve to find you becomes ten times stronger, there isn't a single doubt in their mind that you need to come home.

Much like Marcus, they'll affirm how much you're loved and wanted any chance they get. Theo cages you in their arms and mumbles praises for what feels like forever. They'll even go into morbid detail about how everyone fell apart while you were gone just to prove how needed you are.

Jaiden is tempted to rip the pages out. He goes through a rollercoaster of emotions.

At first, he's pissed. That you didn't say anything, that you didn't do anything to get help, that you just sat there and felt fucking miserable for years-

He's ashamed. Deeply, deeply ashamed.

It feels.. awkward between you. Jaiden stares constantly, like he's never seen you before. When he finally breaks down sobbing, he's willing to beg at your feet if you'd forgive him for being such a horrible big brother

[variousqueerthings]

I think it's so funny (affectionately) that every person to play the doctor so far has been some guy (including jodie whittaker) by which I mean, yes sure DT won some polls calling him very attractive, but essentially he's just a lanky dude who's good at being sad, and most everyone else has equally been some character actor type who because of playing the doctor was getting their picture taken a fair bit suddenly, and JW is a lesbian dream, and every one of them has their fans who find them very attractive, and that's right and good, but... some guy in the end, doing their best for the photographer or deliberately leaning into the silly vibes, because that's what they're known for. meanwhile ncuti gatwa is Modelesque, is a Style Icon, is being shot artistically nude for queer pride issues, the doctor is now in The Club according to that first trailer, everyone's first reaction upon meeting this doctor so far has been 👀👀👀 can you imagine jack harkness??????

[chukys-mouthguard]

Oasis

Word count: 2.4k

Pairing: nico hischier x female reader

Genre: heavy fluff, smut

Warning: sexual content, 18+ readers only

Note: not me becoming a nico girl after writing this 👀🙈

The front door to Nico’s house opening slowly as he’d taken what seemed like forever to unlock it. A nervous smile on his face as he led you inside. Soon the room coming into view as he stepped aside.

Flower petals scattered across the floor, tea lights all around, illuminating and setting the scene for what was continuing an already romantic evening for the two of you.

Nico had surprised you with a date night to your favorite restaurant on the water. Plenty of wine while he advised you to order anything and everything you’d wanted. When asking what the special occasion was, he responded “a man doesn’t need a special occasion to spoil his girl”. Which earned quite the blush from you, and certainly made your heart skip a beat.

The two of you had been together for a little over a year now and things seemed to only get better and better. Nico quite the romantic, always trying his best to make up for his schedule that can often prove difficult when it came to making time for you.

You told him that elaborate dates and gifts weren’t necessary, because you knew what you were signing up for when you started dating, but this was Nico. He loved to spoil you, treat you to the finest things in life. It was what made him happy; never asking for a thing in return, because that wasn’t why he did it.

So now here you were, in the entryway of his house, rose petals and tea lights setting the mood. Your face luckily already permanently blushed from the multiple glasses of wine you’d had at dinner. A smile stuck on Nico’s face as he tried to gauge your feelings, not sure if you were excited or nervous, or both.

“Do you, do you like it?”

The nervousness in his voice making you slightly giggle, a hand caressing his cheek as you kissed his lips. “Of course! I love it baby! But you know you don’t have to do all this for me!”

He took your hand as he pulled you further inside, letting you see that the roses continued up the winding staircase, surely creating a path all the way to his room. “I know, I just, it’s been hard lately with the season getting so crazy. I just want to be sure I take time when I can to do little things like this to show you how much I love and appreciate you.”

His thumb brushing over your cheek as he traced your smile. “Well, this doesn’t seem like a little thing. This is a lot of work!” He giggled as he looked around the room. “Yeah, and I’m sure you’d never believe me when I say Jack helped.”

“Jack Hughes did all of this? I am thoroughly impressed!”

Nico pulled you into his chest as he placed a kiss on your lips, his hands holding tight to your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. “Well, hold your critiques, cause there’s more!”

His voice practically a whisper as his lips brushed over yours with each of his words. His fingers tangling with yours as he led you up the stairs. Giving you a reassuring squeeze of your hand as the two of you reached the top, then unexpectedly pulling you towards the bathroom.

No surprise the bathroom was fully lit with tealights, rose petals everywhere, and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket accompanied with 2 glasses.

“Okay, now I’m definitely impressed by the work of Jack.”

Nico was thankful his teammate could pull through and make his vision come to life. The nerves and stress now worth it to see your reaction and the smile on your face.

“So then, what’s on the agenda?”

Playfully running your fingers over the buttons of his dress shirt you smirked, knowing Nico probably had been thinking about this all night long. Explaining his nervous shaky hand when holding his wine glass at dinner. Or the way he’d been subconsciously bouncing his knee in the car while driving home.

Though now he seemed more relaxed, things clearly going according to his plan.

“I thought we could cap off the night with a nice bubble bath, enjoy some champagne. As if we didn’t drink enough at dinner. And then just relax, talk, I feel like we hadn’t had a night to do that in awhile.

Just relaxing and talking seemed hard to believe with the elaborate set up Nico had curated. But, you weren’t going to spoil what he had in mind.

While you left to discard of your dress you’d worn to dinner, Nico drew the bath. Making sure to put extra emphasis on the bubbles for you. He then lost his own clothes before climbing in to get comfortable as he waited for you.

As you re-entered the bathroom, your hair now up in a messy bun and all that covered you a robe. A smile immediately on Nico’s face as his eyes met yours. He’d seen you naked plenty of times, but this moment felt different. Almost like he should look away to give you privacy as you joined him among the bubbles.

“What’s the matter Nico, boobs make you nervous?”

Your feet playfully rubbing his leg as you got comfortable in the water. “All boobs? No. Your boobs? Yes ma’am.”

Nico opened the champagne, handing you a glass before toasting to the two of you.

“This is nice. I feel we really needed a night like this. The season has just been, tough to put it plainly.”

Nodding your head as you sipped from your glass you couldn’t agree more. This season compared to last year, just seemed different. Tougher, more taxing, on both you and Nico. But you’d been there by his side through all the ups and downs.

“I know, I feel like it’s been tougher on you than me of course. But, we’ve definitely been through the ringer this year.” An expression of you can say that again plastered across his face as you could see him reflecting on it all.

“I mean, yeah I’m the one out on the ice. But you’re the one I come home to at the end of the day. The one who massages me or gets me ice baths when I can barely walk. The one who cheers me up after a tough loss. Or unfortunately the one who gets the brunt of my anger sometimes when I’m unhappy with a result. Which, you know I’m sorry for every time that’s happened. I hate that I’ve ever taken something out on you.”

Brushing your leg against his as if to reassure him, you shrugged it off. “It’s okay, I don’t take it personal. Sometimes you just have to blow off steam. I get it. Plus, it doesn’t happen often. So every now and then I can manage.”

“Well still, I am going to be better about that. I feel like you’re so good at always taking care of me, and sometimes I don’t always return the same things.”

Nico motioned for your hand to pull you to his side of the bath, positioning you in front of him. Your back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Peppering your neck with kisses as his legs entangled with yours.

“I love you so much baby.”

A soft moan escaping your lips as his words nothing above a whisper against your ear. Sending tingles down your spine as you smiled. “I love you more Nico.”

One of his hands abandoning your waist as it trailed up your body to tilt your chin towards him, his lips devouring yours in a kiss. The taste of desire and champagne on his lips as his other hand explored your body under the water. First making a point to give attention to your breasts, Nico wanting to get his hands on them since you got into the water. Loving how the bubbles tastefully hid them from his gaze.

Your tongues fought for dominance as his hand now moved south, his fingers tracing the curves of your skin before his legs helped to spread yours. Giving him access to your core.

“Nico.”

A breath moan of his name leaving your lips as your head fell back against his shoulder.

“It’s my turn to take care of you baby.”

His tone was dominant, but reassuring. The idea of Nico in control turning you on even more. You couldn’t remember the last time he’d be the one to take charge, usually it was you in control as you took care of him after a tough game. Which you very much enjoyed. But you weren’t going to turn down the opportunity to see Nico in his element.

Nico’s favorite thing was taking control, making sure he pleasured you to your maximum. Never wanting to leave you wanting more.

You could feel him growing hard behind you as his fingers dipped into you, feeling how wet you were for him. A smirk plastered on his lips as he loved knowing that he did that to you. Trying to grind yourself against him, his other arm dropping to grab hold of your waist.

“No no, I’m taking care of you, remember? Don’t worry about me.”

A slight whine coming from you, Nico knew that was always a challenge for you to not reciprocate and try to please him. But he enjoyed being able to tease you and make you squirm by taking away that option for you.

Relaxing in his grip, as you’d surrendered to him having complete control, your eyes slowly shut as his two fingers were working wonders. Nico knowing exactly where to touch you, how to move, what speed you liked. And you were already well on your way to your peak.

“Talk to me baby girl, does that feel good?”

Nodding your head as you bit your lip, nervous to speak as you could feel your breath catching in your throat.

“So fucking good Nico, fuck-“

His fingers quickly pulling out of you as you gasped. Instantly needing his touch back, but he clearly had other plans. A smirk on his lips as he pulled you back in for a kiss.

“Come on baby, I need more of you. But this bath really isn't big enough.”

He climbed out, wrapping a towel around his waist before grabbing another one and helping you from the water. Doing a quick attempt at drying you off, knowing that he wasn’t trying to waste much time on the act. Needing to get you into his bed immediately.

As he finished getting the water from your skin, he picked you up and carried you to his bed, earning a surprised giggle from you in the process.

Gently laying you down he pulled the towel from your body. Beginning to kiss the exposed skin as he moved from your neck down to your core. His eyes flashing up to meet yours, “you’re so fucking beautiful baby.” A shy smile on your lips as your hands tangled in his damp hair. Chills traveling across your body as you felt his breath against your clit.

His fingers dipping back into you, now accompanied by his tongue as it traced your folds between giving sole attention to your clit.

Your legs subconsciously squeezing against Nico, feeling yourself already so close. Back arching off the bed as expletives poured from your lips, fingers pulling at Nico’s hair, earning a low groan from him. He took your reaction as a sign to keep going, not slowing down as your body now slightly shaking beneath him.

“That’s it baby girl, show me how good I make you feel. Cum for me.”

The pace of your breathing rapid as your legs shaked, Nico feeling you tighten around his fingers as you came. His tongue not ceasing as he licked every inch of you clean.

Pulling him up to face you, your lips crashed onto his, tasting yourself on his lips immediately soaking your core once again.

“Mmm, you taste so good baby.”

His hand dropped between you to stroke his cock before he traced your slit, feeling how wet and ready you were. “Can’t get enough of me huh?”

A cocky smirk now on his lips as he saw the need and desperation on your face.

“Please Nico, I need you.”

Your words like magic as that was all he needed, thrusting into you without warning. Both of your moans filling the room as he waited, adjusting to the feeling of you as your fingers gripped at his biceps. Legs wrapping around his waist, needing him deeper, wanting as much of him as you could have.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet for me.”

“Always am.”

Winking at him you pulled his lips to yours by his hair. If he was the one taking control and fucking you tonight, you could at least try and maintain dominance when kissing him.

His pace picking up as his thrusts were strong and hard. Nico needed this, to have his way and fuck you however he needed. But you happily obliged. Lips breaking from the kiss as your head fell back, moans the only thing you can manage as you felt yourself nearing another climax.

“Nico, fuck. Yes, please don’t stop. You feel so fucking good.”

Nico’s thrusts now sloppy, not able to fully keep up his pace as his low grunts let you knew he was close. His hands gripping your hips, surely leaving bruises but you’d worry about that tomorrow. Fingers pulling at the sheets as your back arched from the mattress while he worked you through your high. The quickly pulling his cock from you as he stroked himself through his own. Your chest rapidly rising and falling with sharp breaths, watching as he finished on your stomach with needy moans. Soon collapsing next to you as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck, baby….I love you so much.”

Brushing his hair from his face you smiled, “I love you more.”

After a few seconds he stood up, grabbing your towel from earlier to clean you up, before lifting you from the bed.

“Baby! What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you also means aftercare baby, gotta clean you up.”

He kissed your lips as he carried you back into the bathroom, his eyes falling on the tub still filled with bubbles and a champagne bottle that must’ve gotten knocked in during your fun earlier.

“Maybe we opt for a shower?”

[emsdevs]

Bear and Bug 4: The Falling Out

a/n: so sorry for the wait but here’s 2k words of angst to make up for it?? 😭 also keep an eye out for my au ask night next week 👀

masterlist | bear and bug masterlist

To say you were nervous about the lake house trip this year would be an understatement. You and Quinn had agreed that would be the best time to tell his family about your relationship. You told your family about a week ago, knowing it would be difficult to find time to tell them in person. You two had been doing well after that first little bump in the road, and you figured it would be hard to hide with everyone together anyway. Sneaking around while Quinn’s entire family was there didn’t seem all that appealing.

You both told Jim and Ellen on the day you both arrived, deciding it was only right they were aware as soon as possible. You gave Jack and Luke a couple of days to settle in before dropping the news. After letting the anxiety eat away at you for two days, you called Quinn and Jack to your bedroom. Jack already seemed much happier now that his rookie year was in the past, so you were hopeful that the news would be taken well. That hope quickly dwindled though when you saw Jack’s face fall after Quinn finally told him the news.

“You’re kidding me,” he let out a laugh in disbelief, “right? Like this is some kind of joke? Because it’s not a good one.”

“Jack, we’re not joking,” you trail off, already disheartened by your best friend’s reaction.

“So while I’ve been in New Jersey, miserable for months on end, you’re what? Playing house with my older brother? No. That can’t be true because that would mean you basically lied to my face every time I talked to you on the phone. I called you almost every day, and you couldn’t find time to mention the fact you’re sleeping with my brother? Do you get off on lying to me or something?” Jack’s face was red at this point, and you could see angry tears starting to form.

“Jacky, you know that’s not-“ his laugh cut you off, and you could see Quinn beginning to get mad out of the corner of your eye.

“What? That’s not true? It must of been the fact that you knew how bad I had it in Newark while you were just living out your childhood dreams. Don’t think I didn’t know you always had a crush on him. I just didn’t think you’d stab me in the back like this.”

“Calm down, Jack. God, you’re acting she killed your dog or something,” Quinn finally stepped in, not wanting this to get any worse than it already was.

“You're right, Quinn. This is your fault too. God, I’ve never been able to have anything for myself, not even a best friend apparently,” Jack wasn’t holding back, beginning to raise his voice now.

“Hey! You know that’s not what this is,” Quinn could deal with whatever Jack had to say about him, but he wouldn’t let him say anything bad about you. “This isn’t about me wanting whatever you have. Just because you were always the closest with Bug doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t have her attention too.”

“I didn’t say she couldn’t pay attention to anyone else. I just think it’s kinda crazy that the second I leave for the NHL, she starts whoring herself out to my brother. Honestly, she’ll probably get bored of you and move on to Lukey next.”

Quinn was seeing red at this point, “You have no right to say that about her! You know she’s not that kind of person, and that’s a crazy accusation for someone you call your best friend.” You were holding back tears at this point, shocked that Jack would even think something like that about you, let alone say it.

“Of course, protective Bear has come save his Bug. I mean is that when this started, the nicknames? Because that was over a year ago considering you were both pretty comfortable using them with each other last summer! Honestly, I bet you were even lying to me then too,” he turned to you now. “Pretending last summer was about us spending one last summer together, but you were probably going to him every night when I thought you were going to bed.” Before he could sneer anything else at you, the door to your room creaked open, revealing a puppy-dog-eyed Luke on the other side.

“You and Quinn? You’re together?” He questioned you, not even bothering to glance at Quinn or Jack. They might be his literal family, but he’s always had a special connection to you. It’s never been anything more than a sibling-like bond, but he figured you’d share something like this with him. If he said he wasn’t a little bit hurt, he’d be lying.

“Lukey-“ Jack cut you off before you could even begin to defend yourself.

“Yeah. They’ve been lying to us for who knows how long, sneaking around behind our backs. I bet that “girls’ trip” to Vancouver wasn’t even a girls’ trip. You just went to visit him didn’t you? You’ll gladly go to Vancouver for a week and a half before Christmas, but when I ask you to come to Jersey when you had a long holiday weekend, you didn’t think you could swing it.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us? Me? I- I thought you trusted me with stuff,” the way Luke’s voice breaking was tearing you apart.

“Will you two just give her a chance to speak?” Quinn was borderline yelling now, fed up with his brothers. All three boys turned to you, all bearing different expressions. Quinn was looking at you with eyes that said he was sorry. You could see the guilt he was already placing on himself, thinking he was to blame for putting you in this position. You could see tears already falling down Luke’s face, could tell how heartbroken he was that you would keep something like this from him. Lastly, there was Jack. The anger on his face was obvious, but you could read him like a book. You knew his real emotions alway lay a little deeper, under the surface. You could see the pain in his eyes, from knowing he was suffering and you were going behind his back. You caused that pain, and you weren’t sure you could live with yourself. You were, however, sure that you couldn’t handle their eyes on you for much longer.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you wasted no time, pushing through the three of them.

“Bug, wait-“ Quinn followed after you, but not before shooting his brothers a harsh glare. He found you a few minutes later sitting at the edge of the dock. “Hey,” he started softly, “they’ll come around eventually.”

“They hate me, Quinn,” he’s pretty sure his heart cracked when you called him by his real name, not wanting to believe what he knew was about to happen.

“They don’t hate you, Bug.”

“They do though! They do, and I won’t be the cause of any more tension or arguments here. This is a place for all of you to unwind, let the season or school year or whatever go before you have to start all over again. All I’m doing here is causing trouble. I’m gonna pack my stuff and head home. It’s best for everyone.”

“No, I don’t think it is. It’s not best for me. Let me come with you, Bug,” you hadn’t said it yet, but Quinn knew you. It was coming, and he was gonna try everything he could to keep it from happening. He didn’t know that he could handle hearing those words leave your mouth.

“You can’t, Quinn,” you took a deep breath, and Quinn braced himself, “Honestly… honestly I think it’s best if we took a break. Just for a while, hopefully not forever. We need to give everyone time to calm down, and I think- I think I need some space and time to think.” You hated saying it, but you felt it was the best thing to do.

Quinn could feel his world crashing around him. He’d finally got you. After so many years of lying to himself and pushing his feelings down and pretending he didn’t see you as anything other than his little brother’s best friend, he had finally made a move and made you his. Now, it’s all falling apart. He’s had to sacrifice so much for his brothers. He’s had to share his friends, his favorite sport, his free time, and the one time he lets himself be selfish they still manage to rip it from his hands. “Bug, baby, no. No. You don’t have to do this. They can calm down while we’re together. I don’t… I don’t wanna lose you,” he was crying now, but he didn’t care.

“It’s for the best, Quinn. It’ll work out however it’s supposed to,” you kiss his cheek softly before standing up and making your way back inside. You pass Jack and Luke in the kitchen, not sparing them a glance in fear of breaking down all over again. The next time they saw you, it was when you were bringing your luggage to your car. You left just moments after, having already said goodbye to Jim and Ellen.

Quinn figured it was time to head back inside now. He’d been crying on the dock for so long that the sun was beginning to set. He walked in the door in the kitchen, met with Jack and Luke quietly standing on opposite sides of the room.

“She’s gone. Isn’t she?” One look toward the other two boys was all it took to confirm what he already knew. “I hope you’re both happy. I’ve never seen her as broken as she is right now, and she’s never left the lake house early. This is her favorite place in the world because we’re all here, and you two have managed to make her feel so bad that she felt like the only thing to do was leave.” If he hadn’t drained his energy crying, he’d probably be yelling at them.

“What did she break up with you or something?” Jack spat, obviously still worked up.

“Yeah, she did! And I couldn’t do a single thing about it. You know, you were so mad saying that I can’t let you have anything, but the one time I let myself have something simply because it makes me happy, you go and ruin it!” Exhausted or not, Jack was working Quinn up all over again, and he would have kept going if it weren’t for his parents stepping in.

“All three of you need to go calm down!” Ellen was the first one to step in.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this when you’re all grown,” Jim was pinching the bridge of his, “but all three of you need to go to your rooms. I don’t wanna see or hear any of you talking to one another, and if I have to I’ll take your phones to keep you all from communicating that way. You all need to calm down and think about everything you’ve said and done today. And so help me, if any of you try to reach out to that girl any time soon, I will find out.” He wasn’t yelling, but he was being assertive enough that each of them knew not to go against his word.

They all headed upstairs before separating, each of them going to their own room, except Quinn. He didn’t care about whatever repercussions his dad could impose on him, he needed to at least pretend he still had you. That night, Quinn cried himself to sleep, the only thing giving him any peace was the smell of you still on the sheets.

[fandomfucker]

💳 💥💳💥💳💥💳 Rhea Ripley social media posts / talking bout her girlie in interviews part 2 pleaseeeeeeeee 🥵🙏

I mean, if yall are insisting…🤷‍♀️

For the purposes of this, you're not a wrestler

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfucker/745782885181734913/do-you-think-you-could-do-one-for-rhea-were-its?source=share

Also, currently getting my first tattoo as I write this so please ignore any possible grammatical errors

With the ass video going around, you’d repost it with a “😋🍽️” caption and she would immediately repost it with a “🙇🏻‍♀️🍑🍽️” or sum shit to rile up the fans

You don't have a hug social media following yourself, but they do often ask for more content. Specifically outfit of the day(s)

You make Rhea do them with you because she makes you feel more confident and in every video you can see her just staring at you in the mirror the whole time

I've already said Rhea will bully people off the internet for being me to you. But you? Oh my god you’re worse than Rhea is

If one of her co-workers says something even slightly unkind about her in an interview (Becky👀) you will go with Rhea to her next show and find them backstage

You don't even wrestle or fight but Rhea has had to pull you away from multiple people now because you will fight anybody and everybody for her

One of said fights happened to go viral online, no punches were actually thrown as Rhea had dragged you back first though

People online either loved the love between you two as a couple, or wished they had a partner absolutely willing to throw hands will someone over them

Rhea would do your makeup for videos and she'd always do her makeup on you to see what it would look like

She also does voiceovers on your own makeup videos, or a day in the life, or something

The fans always eat it up too cause Rhea's commentary is hilarious

Whenever you're backstage and Rheas going to take photos, she’ll ask you to do the shoot with her so that her fans, and yours, can get sexy pictures of you both to thirst over

Totally not because she loves seeing you both look like that and wants a picture for her lock screen

Rhea started a war of bad facetime screenshots between the two of you on Instagram and you're determined to win

To the point that you have called people to interfere in the background while Rheas at work to get a bad reaction photo out of her

She's too proud to admit it, but it's worked several times

Your tiktok has pretty much become a house reno account

You build all the furniture and shit, make the cool decorations and put them up, paint, do everything yard-eorl related while Rhea picks out what's pretty and the pretty colors

She'll also help you carry heavy stuff around cause she's jacked and you like watching her work but she mainly kinda just like, flounces around

The fans are dying for the two of you to have a show on HGTV together

Which may or may not be in the works

SCARY DOG TREND

It went VIRAL

that's how most mosherz were introduced to you as Rhea’s partner

You started vlogging, though not very often, just so that you could have the permanent memories of all the different experiences between you and Rhea

You only post like once a week but people eat it UP

You have your own merch now

Most of its the two of you but there is a shirt or two thats just one of you

There are mercy plushies of both Barry and Luna that you always have to put up for pre-order cause they sell out in seconds

Clothes for said plushies are in the works

She posts little video clips of you on her story the same way she does her dogs

And it's always the embarrassing ones where you're completely cuddled into her and shit

She got Saints of the Undead (the people who make her leather jackets) to make you a personalized one as well even though you don't wrestle

It's your favorite thing in the world and you wear it more than you should

Like it matches with nothing that you're wearing it with

But, it says “Mami’s” on the back of it so you make sure to wear it especially when you go with her to Raw, Smackdown, any povs, etc so that people know you belong to her

[eyneyke]

Sam is back live!

Pairing: Max Verstappen x PewDiePie!sibling Summary: What if Felix had a genius brother who works as a RedBull's engineer and is also secretly dating Max part 12 of A Calm to my Storm Masterlist

Jack greeted the stream with his usual energy, waving to the camera. The little box that Felix usually occupied in their videos was now showing Felix's empty chair. “Hey, guys! So, Felix is running a little late today. He’ll be here soon, though. He mentioned something about airport but I didn't manage to catch it, so you know as much as I do.”

The chat immediately flooded with curious comments:

User 109: “Late?? Pewds? Never!”

User 110: “Who's Felix picking up?? 👀”

User 111: “Jack, you should roast him for being late lmao.”

User 112: “Airport? Did someone special arrive?? 👀”

User 113: “Wait, Felix is never late, what’s going on???”

---

Jack laughed, leaning into the camera. “I think you guys are gonna like this. But yeah, Felix will explain it when he gets here. I’m just here to keep you entertained in the meantime.”

He joked with the chat, playing around with a few games while everyone kept wondering why Felix was so delayed.

-40 minutes later-

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Felix stumbled into frame, slightly dishevelled. “Hey, everyone! Sorry, sorry! I know I’m late!”

The chat blew up instantly:

User 114: “FINALLY, HE’S HERE!”

User 115: “PEWDS IN THE HOUSE!”

User 116: “Better late than never, Felix!”

User 117: “What took you so long, man???”

---

Felix rubbed his temples dramatically, exasperation in his voice. “So, turns out, flying from Australia makes you completely unable to call a cab. I had to drive all the way to the airport and back just because someone was lazy.” He gave the camera a sarcastic look. “Because, you know, that's impossible to do.”

The chat exploded with confusion and excitement:

User 118: “WHO DID YOU PICK UP???”

User 119: “Australia?? Who’s from Australia?”

User 120: “Omg is it Marzia???”

User 121: “Did Jack finally move to Europe? 😂”

User 122: “Guys the last f1 race was in Australia!!!”

Felix stepped aside and yelled toward the hallway, “Hey, Sam! Get over here! You’re sooo streaming with me now, because you made me late!”

The chat immediately exploded in excitement:

User 123: “SAM??????”

User 124: “NO WAY, SAM KJELLBERG IS BACK!!!”

User 125: “WAIT, YOU PICKED UP SAM FROM THE AIRPORT?!”

User 126: “OMG IT’S HAPPENING!”

User 127: “THE THIRST RETURNS!”

---

A moment later, Sam casually strolled into the room, his usual smirk on his face. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt that hugged his shoulders and toned arms, much to the delight of the viewers.

Felix shot Sam a look. “Look at you. Couldn’t even call a cab, could you?”

Sam shrugged, completely unfazed. “What can I say? I missed my big bro.”

The Chat Loses It

User 128: “SAM IS HERE! SAM IS HERE!!”

User 129: “Oh my god, he’s hotter than last time. I can’t.”

User 130: “PEWDIEPIE’S BROTHER BACK AT IT AGAIN, AND STILL LOOKING FINEEEE!”

User 131: “THE MUSCLES ON THIS MAN AND NOW THE TAN FROM THAT AUSTRALIAN SUN😍”

User 132: “FELIX, YOUR BROTHER IS TOO HOT FOR THIS STREAM.”

---

“I swear, is this a gaming stream or a Sam thirst-fest?”, Felix says as he waits for Sam to get comfortable on the chair next to him.

Jack cackled at the chat’s reaction, leaning back in his chair. “Guys, I told you this would be good. I knew you’d lose your minds when Sam showed up again.”

Felix sat down in his chair, shaking his head with a smile. “Okay, okay, calm down, you thirsty animals. We’re actually gonna play some games. Sam, grab a controller. You owe me after that airport fiasco.”

Sam grabbed a controller, looking completely nonchalant. “Yeah, sure, I’ll beat you again.”

The chat erupted again:

User 133: “YESSS SAM AND FELIX GAME NIGHT!”

User 134: “THIS IS WHAT WE NEEDED!”

User 135: “More Sam pls. Just keep him on the screen.”

User 136: “Jack is all of us right now, just sitting back watching the chaos.”

User 137: “Sam and Felix together are the chaotic duo we didn’t know we needed.”

---

As the stream continued, Felix, Jack, and Sam settled into the flow of things. Sam, still wearing a long-sleeved shirt that hugged his shoulders and arms, sat casually beside Felix, PS4 controller in his hands.

Jack glanced over at Sam and raised an eyebrow. “Dude, why are you wearing long sleeves? It’s not that cold over there.”

Sam smirked. “It’s not fair. It’s hot in Australia, and now it feels like the UK is trying to make me freeze to death.”

The chat burst into reactions:

User 138: “LONG SLEEVES????? Sam, why??”

User 139: “Why cover up the guns???”

User 140: “Felix, this is a crime, make Sam take that shirt off!”

User 141: “He’s hot no matter what he wears, tbh.”

User 142: “Sam’s biceps can break through that fabric, I believe it.”

User 143: “Felix amp up the heating in your place so Sam can be comfortable without his shit. No other ulterior motives from me, I swear.”

---

Jack chuckled at the chat’s responses but didn’t stop teasing. “Yeah, Sam, why the long sleeves? We all know you just came from the sun. You must've gotten a nice colour underneath those sleeves.”

Felix laughed, but then paused as he read a particular comment out loud. “How does Sam not look jet-lagged or tired at all? That’s literally god-tier.”

Jack laughed even harder. “Right?! You’d expect someone flying in from Australia to be dead on their feet.”

But Sam leaned back with a grin. “It’s easy when Max drops you off basically at your doorstep in a private plane.”

The chat exploded:

User 144: “WHAT???”

User 145: “Max?? Like Max Verstappen??”

User 146: “SAM TRAVELS WITH AIRMAX???”

User 147: “YOU KNOW MAX??”

User 148: “PEWDIEPIE’S BROTHER IS BESTIES WITH MAX VERSTAPPEN, WHAT???”

User 149: “Absolute pleasure watching new people find out that Pewdiepie's brother knows and works with Max Verstappen.”

---

Jack blinked, looking baffled. “Wait, what? That makes no sense. Max lives in Monaco, doesn’t he?”

Sam shrugged, completely relaxed. “Yeah, but Max gave a ride to Christian and a few other mechanics so he had to drop them off at Milton Keynes. So, they dropped me off at Heathrow and then went of to Luton for the factory. Most of the mechanics live closer to the factory.”

Felix just shook his head in disbelief as the chat continued to freak out:

User 150: “OMG MAX AND SAM FRIENDSHIP CONFIRMED???”

User 151: “The AirMax dropped off Sam, holy—”

User 152: “I’m dying, what is this? Casual flexing??”

User 153: “Imagine being so close with Max freaking Verstappen that he’s just like, ‘Hey, need a lift?’”

User 154: “The way Sam says it like it’s nothing 😂.”

---

Jack stared at Sam for a second, then burst into laughter. “Okay, that’s just not fair. Felix, your brother is living a whole different life.”

Felix threw his hands up. “Hey, don’t look at me!”

The chat continued to erupt in comments:

User 155: “The chaos of this stream is unmatched.”

User 156: “Pewdiepie’s brother is casually living the Formula 1 girly's dream.”

User 157: “Felix being confused is killing me lol”

User 158: “Sam is just the coolest dude. Like, how?”

---

Sam smirked and grabbed his controller. “Alright, alright, enough about private planes and F1. Let’s play some games, yeah? I have a few days off and I'm not spending them talking about work.”

And just like that, the stream returned to its chaotic normalcy, with Felix, Jack, and Sam diving into their gaming session, the chat still buzzing with excitement over the latest Sam Kjellberg revelation.

Felix rolled his eyes, pulling the game up on screen. “Okay, chat, let’s focus on the games now. No more thirsting over Sam.”

Of course, the chat didn’t listen:

User 159: “Focusing on the game is impossible when Sam is here, Felix, come on.”

User 160: “Sam could just sit there and we’d be entertained.”

User 161: “The internet’s crush is back and Felix expects us to focus? Yeah, okay.”

User 162: “Is it just me, or did Sam get even more ripped?”

---

Jack was laughing so hard, he had tears in his eyes. “Felix, your chat is just done for. You should’ve known this would happen when you brought Sam back on.”

Felix shook his head but couldn’t help but laugh along with Jack. “Yeah, well, now you’re stuck with him. Let’s just hope he doesn’t crush me like last time.”

The chaos of the chat continued, the excitement surrounding Sam’s return impossible to calm down, as Felix, Jack, and Sam settled into the gaming session.

[scoobydoodean]

this is discourse years late but speaking of i always got annoyed at the how casgirls never wanna criticize cas for 12x23. like cas straight up decides to leave and raise baby jack in a cabin in rural washington without telling dean and doesnt even answer his phone about it. like it gets overshadowed by cas getting killed, but if lucifer hadnt shown up, cas' plan was literally live in this cabin with kelly for the next 18 years? without telling dean? and dean wasnt supposed to have an opinion about that??

It's like a soap opera 👀🍿

Also imagine his reaction when he found out they didn't actually need all those diapers he stole bought

Ig Cas knew that Kelly wouldn't survive the birth, but he still thought Jack would be a baby. Imagine what would have happened if Jack WAS born a baby and Kelly was dead. I'm not sure Cas could take care of an infant on his own long term. Like imagine a juicy fanfic where the whole Lucifer/alt world portal thing never happens and Cas buries Kelly and settles down to raise Jack in the cabin and then like three months in he's totally at the end of his rope and calls Dean begging him for help with the baby and of COURSE Dean shows up to help him but also he's resentful as FUCK (i'm sure someone has written a fic like this somewhere actually).

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART SIX)

one — two — three — four — five — 5.5 — six

notes: first photo was taken and sent to me by @/bellaxward on twitter, so creds to her! also, i’m sorry, i feel like this update isn’t the best but i’m running on like 3 hours of sleep and i was writing this bit by bit while super busy!

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 heyo! welcome back to my postgame boyfriend show! tonight the njdevils played against the spawns of satan (not trevor)! or.. i mean.. the new york rangers.

we start tonight’s recap off with a very cute picture i got of my boyfriend and his best friend (again; not trevor) talking about how much they love me during warmups!

we also have da sun showing me that the tooth fairy came to visit him awhile ago! i bet he got lots of money for his toofer, however i wouldn’t know because he’s stopped letting me steal his wallet.

our first goal of the night was a tip in by mr. haula at ya! followed up in the same period by a goal from timo time! notice how he made the post this time? that’s because unlike most of these idiots (i’m looking at you, marino 👀), timo takes me seriously!

however, immediately after timo’s goal, haulaback girl was placed in the sin bin for tripping. i was very disappointed and he got a very strict talking to during first intermission and assured me he wouldn’t get another penalty. he lied.

he got a penalty in second period for the exact same reason that he did in the first. i cannot promise i was as nice to him in the second intermission.

we got a few scrums in this game, but my personal favorite one was in third period and ended much too quickly for my liking. BOO, REFS!

and finally, we have some pictures of my gorgeous, talented, sometimes annoying babygirl… my boyfriend!

tagged jackhughes, dawson1417, ehaula, tmeier96, ryangraves27 and vitacz15

dawson1417 y/n, i never LET you steal my wallet. you would take it from my pocket and count my money and then give it back, like a thief that’s really bad at their job

y/ndevils00 i’m just a very curious person! i like to know everyone’s business, all the time. and you never told me to stop 🤷‍♀️

jackhughes if i remember correctly, dawson and i were actually discussing our plans for the off-season

y/ndevils00 you remember incorrectly

jackhughes did you just call me babygirl

y/ndevils00 you’re so babygirl

jackhughes thank you?

john.marino97 why does everyone else get normal penalty reactions but me?

user52 wait, did y/n ACTUALLY just talk to Haula?!

john.marino97 @/user52 yes!

user52 OH MY GOD JOHN ILY

y/ndevils00 because you’re my bff and i only want the best for you

john.marino97 every day i rethink why i decided to become one of your best friends

y/ndevils00 you love me

trevorzegras did you seriously just specify that you weren’t talking about me when you said spawn of satan?

y/ndevils00 i didn’t want anyone to get confused!

trevorzegras i don’t like you

y/ndevils00 wait really???

trevorzegras wait no y/n i’m sorry. i was just joking

y/ndevils00 📸 caught in 4k

trevorzegras i hope both sides of your pillow are hot tonight

tmeier96 i made the post!!

y/ndevils00 you did a good job with my demands 🫡 i love my blankie

ehaula second intermission… you’re scary

y/ndevils00 remember that.

ryangraves27 why did you have to do me like this?

y/ndevils00 idk what you mean 🤭

user6 y/n is a menace and i’m here for it

lhughes_06 do i get to be in these posts when i join?

y/ndevils00 moosey, you’ll replace jack as the star of the show

jackhughes now hold on! let’s not get ahead of ourselves here!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i said what i said.

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes can we keep her?

jackhughes i intend to

nicohischier no feature for me tonight? i feel betrayed

y/ndevils00 i only have 9 picture slots bud, idk what to tell ya 🤷‍♀️

y/ndevils00 make a goal next time or something

nicohischier i’m gonna steal your cat

y/ndevils00 you wouldn’t!

nicohischier i probably wouldn’t even need to steal her. i bet jack would just give her to me.

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes TELL HIM HE’S WRONG!

jackhughes …. no comment

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you’re sleeping on the couch

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 that only hurts you babe. every time you say that, you end up dragging me in to the bed at like 2am because you can’t fall asleep without me

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you can’t cook broccoli.

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 yes i can! i can now!

[ssahotchnerr]

Honeyy I just had this thought about Aaron and Jack and I'm absolutely melting. So I thought about you 👀 Imagine just a little blurb 🥹

bau!Reader with divorced Aaron, when Jack is like 4 or something? and Reader tries to flirt with Aaron in the cutest way 🥹🥹

So at Aaron's birthday, ofc Garcia organises a surprise party at Aaron's house, and Reader makes Aaron find Jack like this 🥹🥹

https://www.instagram.com/p/CwGYFZIOB2D/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

This is kind of cliché but I just love the idea of Jack in a octopus onesie LMAO

AW stop that's adorable 🥹🥹🥹 and sobbing thank you for thinking of me <3

hehe after the initial surprise of the party altogether - you tell aaron you have yet another surprise, but this one from just you and jack.

SO you tell him to wait elsewhere so the two of you can get it ready, and once jack is snuggled in that onesie😭 and is SO excited for his daddy to see - he's wiggling in it 😭🤭 - you find aaron in the kitchen, tell him to close his eyes and lead him gently over.

and meanwhile, your heart is just fluttering because one, you have the biggest crush on aaron. two, you're a bit nervous. and three, since you're ushering him over to jack, you're touching him <3333 which sends tingles ALLL up your arm and you can't help but blush profusely <33333

and when you give aaron the okay to open his eyes, just the biggest smile erupts on his face, which feels even more rare these days - ever since he and haley got divorced. AH he laughs gently and says to jack, "what do we have here?🤨" and jack is all ":D daddy i'm an octopus!!!!!" and of course, aaron immediately whips out his phone to take a picture 😭

and even though aaron had a positive and adorable reaction, you start second guessing it, like maybe he thinks it's silly or dumb and you start to ramble a bit: "i know it's not much, but-" aaron stops you before you can even finish, says he loves it and how he needed that more than you know 🥹 and gives you a hug as a thank you <3333 and cue the blushing once more <3333333

hehe he also teases you by saying you just made his job of finding jack a halloween costume so much easier this year too 🤭😭🥰💓

BUT also, he insists of getting a picture consisting of you, him, and octopus jackers 😭😭 and that's the picture he always secretly goes back to on numerous occasions 🥹 the two of you still aren't together, he's pining HARD, and a case has been particularly bad. so when he gets into his hotel room, he looks at that picture to relax, ease his racing mind, and to help him sleep - remember that while there are bad things in the word, these are the moments worth remembering 🥹 he even keeps an extra copy of that picture in his wallet 🥰