#the way i have still never watched the series finale 😩

[lesbianlenas]

only just found out rn abt the wynonna earp special that is coming out lmfao 😭 no one even told me……..

[afterglowsainz]

we used to have more pt. 4 | oscar piastri, pato o’ward

part 1 part 2 part 3

pairing: oscar piastri x reader, pato o’ward x reader

summary: where a talk in a hotel room and a work trip to mexico make things clear for you

fc: different girls from pinterest

warnings: mentions of toxic relationships

a/n: ahhh sorry it took me a while to post this! but finally here it is the last part of this mini series that i loved creating <3 thank you so so much for supporting it the way you did, all the comments, reblogs and likes meant the world to me while writing it💗

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username chat when the guy you’re off and on for years says he’s happy you’re back how to do you react?

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username omg is this a hard launch??? what is this !!!

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username the way you can see everything about her posting changed since she arrived in mexico

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username pato and y/n in mexico is everything

username ohhhh oscar reaaaally fumbled this time

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username honestly i can’t be mad about this. she deserves someone who makes her happy and pato obviously likes her. they look good together 💗

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username watch him go back to his exgirlfriend after hearing the news 🙄

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[rodentluvrr]

Hello. I don't know if you write for Hawkins but can I request Hawkins x reader meeting at a bar, flirting and Hawkins telling the reader that it's destiny for them to be together because the cards told him.

The cards never lie

pairing: basil hawkins x reader CW: bar setting, alcohol, tarot card mysticism word count: 1.1k A/N: why hawkins kinda😏 I'm into tarot too so this was amazing

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ PLEASE DON'T HATE ME😩I promise I’m working on the series. My dog is sick and in the hospital right now, and I just don’t have the time or the right mental space to write.✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

The bar hummed with low chatter, the clink of glasses, and the lazy pull of a jazz tune from an old radio in the corner. Dim lighting reflected over polished wood, catching the amber of your drink as you traced the rim of your glass absentmindedly. You scanned the environment, taking in the people surrounding you. You hadn’t come here looking for anything—just solitude, just a moment away from the noise of the world.

And yet, the moment you saw him, solitude became the last thing on your mind.

A man you could recognize from his bounty poster.

Basil Hawkins.

He sat at the far end of the bar, a striking contrast to the warm, unrefined atmosphere around him. He didn’t belong in a place like this. Too composed. Too refined. Too untouchable. How was he even a pirate? A part of the worst generation? It was too absurd. Yet, here he sat, a vision of pale skin and golden waves that cascaded over his shoulders, striking against the dark fabric of his coat. He carried himself with a quiet, unshaken confidence, draped in his long coat, golden hair spilling over his shoulders in thick, luxurious waves. It caught the dim light, glowed like something otherworldly. He was the kind of man that turned heads without trying, not because he sought attention, but because he was simply different.

Oh, and also because half the bar recognized him from his very expensive bounty poster. Just like you did.

But it wasn’t just his appearance that held your gaze.

It was the way he sat alone with a single glass in front of him. It was the way he moved—slow, deliberate, as though he was never rushed by time the way others were. It was the way his fingers idly danced over a deck of tarot cards, a ritual so practiced it felt sacred. It was the fact that, despite your lingering gaze, he hadn’t looked at you once.

That should have been enough for you to lose interest. But the longer you sat there, the stronger the pull became.

Intriguing.

And a challenge.

Without hesitation, you motioned to the bartender. “Put his drink on my tab.”

A small, barely-there pause followed before the bartender nodded, setting a fresh glass in front of Hawkins. You watched him carefully, waiting for a reaction, but he merely stilled his hands, fingers halting over the cards.

He let the silence stretch, acknowledging the gesture in his own way.  

Then, finally, his golden eyes slid toward you.

You smiled, picking up your own drink as you stood, making your way toward him.

“You don’t seem like the type to accept free drinks.”

He studied you for a long moment, gaze sharp yet unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he lifted the glass—your glass—to his lips. Took a sip.

“I don’t,” he admitted.

Your smirk deepened. “And yet you’re drinking it.”

He set the glass down, tilting his head just slightly, golden strands slipping over his shoulder. “Would you rather I refuse?”

“Oh, absolutely not. I’d be devastated.” You leaned against the counter beside him, watching the way his fingers toyed with the deck of cards. “But now I’m curious—what made you accept?”

He exhaled softly, fingers stilling. “Politeness. Or perhaps amusement.” His golden eyes flicked back to you, something like interest sharpening his gaze. “I haven’t decided yet.”

You chuckled, swirling your drink. “So I’ve caught your attention, but not enough to warrant a real reaction?”

“Attention is not the same as investment,” he countered smoothly.

Your lips curled. “And what would it take for you to be invested?”

His fingers resumed their idle shuffling of the cards. “Something compelling.”

You hummed, tilting your head. “And how do you know I’m not compelling?”

Hawkins exhaled a slow breath, his gaze settling on you in that measured way of his. “I suspect you are.” He glanced at his cards briefly before adding, “I simply enjoy confirmation before assumption.”

You leaned in slightly, your smile teasing. “You don’t strike me as the type to make assumptions about anything.”

He smirked—faint, barely-there, but real. “Perceptive.”

“I’d like to think so,” you mused, sipping your drink. “And here I thought I’d have to work a little harder to impress you.”

He tapped his fingers against the cards. “On the contrary. Most people are either too obvious or too unaware. You are neither.”

“That almost sounded like a compliment.”

“It was,” he admitted easily.

You let the silence stretch, studying him, the way he carried himself. There was something deeply composed about him—not the kind of quiet that came from shyness, but the kind that came from certainty. The kind of quiet that meant he knew things before others did.

“You observe people a lot, don’t you?” you asked.

“It would be unwise not to,” he said. “People reveal far more than they realize.”

“And what have I revealed?”

He let his fingers glide over the cards, slow and deliberate. “That you’re drawn to things that resist being understood.”

You felt your breath catch slightly—not at the words themselves, but at how effortlessly he unraveled you.

“Not just things,” you admitted, voice lower.

His golden gaze flickered. “No. Not just things.”

Something electric hummed between you, something unspoken but undeniable.

Then, finally, Hawkins glanced down at his cards again, the shift almost imperceptible. “Shall we test a theory?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What kind of theory?”

Without answering, he shuffled the deck once more before drawing a single card. He turned it over between his fingers, studying it for a moment before placing it face-up on the counter.

The Lovers.

A slow smirk touched his lips. “Interesting.”

You glanced at the card, then back at him. “That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it?

“Perhaps,” he mused. “But the cards rarely mislead.”

You studied him, watching the way his expression remained composed, though there was the faintest hint of intrigue dancing in his eyes.

“Are you telling me this was inevitable?” you asked, voice softer now.

Hawkins tilted his head, golden strands catching the light. “I’m telling you that some things are simply fated.”

You didn’t look away. “And what do you make of this fate?”

He took a slow sip of his drink before answering. “That I was always meant to meet you.” A pause. “And you were always meant to find me.”

Your breath caught, something warm curling in your chest.

A beat of silence. Then—

“You’re quite the romantic for someone so composed,” you teased, though your voice lacked its usual playful edge.

He smirked, setting down his drink. “I prefer the term realist.”

You leaned in just slightly, close enough to test the waters, to see how far he’d let you go. “And what does your realism say about this moment?”

Hawkins met your gaze, unwavering.

“That if you kiss me,” he murmured, “I won’t stop you.”

And, well— You weren’t someone to deny fate.

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Chapter 14- Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Summary: You and Javi celebrate your first Christmas together in Laredo

Word Count: 11.3K (could be worse?)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), oral (f receiving), face sitting (awh hell yes), creampie, praise kink, breeding kink, mentions of food/eating, mentions of grief/death (but it's sweet), children being assholes (I'm a teacher, I'm allowed to say it), our favorite idiots Carter and Miller making a brief appearance (I missed them), Javi being so sweet with kids (this does deserve a warning, I'm sorry) Javi being so kind, patient, thoughtful, amazing UGH he is too good for this earth 🥹😩

A/N: Thank you for your patience as I finally get this chapter done! Life has been absolutely crazy these past two weeks, so I'm hoping now that things have settled down, I can get back to working on chapters at a more regular schedule 🥴 If you're a Christmas girlie (gender neutral) like me, this chapter is for you, because even though it's only October, I really can't help myself (and like these two idiots celebrating Christmas together for the first time?! C'mon 🥺)

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“So you’re leaving early today to do arts and crafts? That’s a new one.” Agent Miller snickered, leaning over his desk to slap his partner, Agent Carter, in amusement as they watched their boss begin to organize his desk and pack up his briefcase, already rolling his eyes in annoyance at the grief he was about to get from his co-workers for his early departure. 

“I’m not the one doing the arts and crafts. I’m just going into her class to help, you idiot.” Javi sighed, glaring at Miller as he finished sorting the rest of his paperwork piles. 

Last week, you had asked Javi if he would be able to come into your classroom one afternoon when he wasn't busy, to help with the project you were planning for your students to give to their parents as a Christmas gift before they left for winter break. You had quickly realized that for the sake of your sanity,  what you had planned was nowhere near a one man job, and because it was a surprise gift for their families, you didn’t want to ask any parents to come into help. Javi had happily accepted, even with your adamant warnings of the case of Christmas Crazies your class had with only days left before winter break. 

“…. To help do arts and crafts. Just callin’ a spade a spade here, Peña. Does that mean we’re gonna start having craft time here, too?” Miller and Carter chuckled to themselves, smirking at Javi, now slinging his briefcase over his shoulder, making his way out of his office. 

“Listen, Miller. Give Peña all the shit you want, but I would way rather be cutting and gluing shit and throwing fist fulls of glitter in the air than working on these fucking reports.” Carter huffed, waving the file folder Miller was supposed to be working on in his face before throwing it back down on his desk. 

“Fair enough.” 

“I wouldn’t trust you dumbasses with scissors and glue if my life depended on it.” Javi groaned, raising an eyebrow at the pair before picking up one of the finished reports off of Carter’s desk, using it to point at the two on his way out. “These better be done by the time I get back tomorrow.” 

“But I’m gonna need extra time to decorate them for you, Peña!” Miller grinned, he and Carter playfully swatting at each other in hysterics, Javi flipping them off as he headed out the door. 

After his mom passed, Javi would have never thought Alma Pierce Elementary School would be a place that would hold any more relevance to him, let alone be a place that he would frequent, now that his future wife worked there. He couldn’t help but smile as he pulled into the parking lot, thinking about the joy it would have brought Lucia to see that her years of having Javi help her with her own classroom were still going to good use with you. He also couldn’t help but smile to himself as he grabbed the coffee sitting in his cup holder he had picked up for you on the way over from the station, also knowing his mom would have had some choice words to say to him if he showed up empty handed to your classroom.  

After checking in with the office, he made the now familiar route down to your classroom, weaving through the tiny bodies patterning down the hallway, screeching and squealing with what had to be uncontrollable Christmas excitement. He gently tapped at your door before opening it, a grin growing across your face as you looked up from your desk as you saw your fiancé with an extra large cup of coffee in his hands at the doorway. 

“Oh my god, you brought me coffee? I owe you my life, you are the best. Thank you.” The sigh you let out felt like the weight of the world lifted off your shoulders as you shot up to run over to Javi, giving him a big hug before snatching the cup out of his hands and taking a long swig of the caffeine you knew you were going to need to get you through the afternoon. 

“I figured you could probably use it.” Javi chuckled, pressing a kiss into the top of your head before looking around, noticing that you were the only one in your room. “Where are the kids?” 

“They’re at lunch, I was just about to leave to go pick them up. They’ve been absolute psychopaths today. I know it’s wrong to say I wanna drop kick a child out a window, but I’m real close.” You grumbled, taking another long sip of your coffee. “I don’t think I would have made it out alive today if you didn’t come in to help, so I apologize in advance for their behavior. I may or may not have told them that because you work for the police you keep track of what kids are well behaved or not to try and scare them a little.” You grimaced, knowing that the comment you had made earlier to your kids when you told them Javi was coming into help wasn’t the most ethical, but you were desperate for anything that would even remotely help control the chaos in your classroom with only 2 days left before winter break. 

“Any kids in particular I need to be on the lookout for?” Javi asked, laughing to himself as you leaned over to set your coffee on your desk before heading towards the door to go pick up your class from the cafeteria. 

“Oh… you’ll know them when you see them.” 

You closed the door behind you, giving Javi a quick wink, leaving him alone in your classroom to wait for the arrival of the promised circus show that was your students. He wandered over to your desk, peeking through the piles of papers, sticky notes of to-do’s and drawings your students had given you. On the wall by your calendars, there was a photo of you and your family, 2 of you and Javi, and a note that he had written you one day and stuck in your lunch box, scribbled down in his rushed handwriting 

Te amo mucho, hermosa. Have a great day.  

-J 

He thumbed gently at the wrinkled note, smiling to himself, still in awe of how the pieces of him seemed to follow you in everywhere you went. The sweet moment was quickly interrupted by the sounds of little voices bursting through the doorway, chattering away as they rushed to go sit on the carpet at the front of the room. 

“Who’s that guy?!” A boy’s voice asked, pointing in Javi’s direction before balling up his body and doing a literal somersault across the carpet. 

“It’s Mr. Peña! Do you not remember when our teacher told us before lunch that he was coming, dummy?” A girl’s voice responded, rolling her eyes at the boy, now laying face down on the floor. As more and more kids came over to the carpet, the more and more voices began to chime in. 

“Don’t call him a dummy, Angela, that’s mean!”

“Well he is!” 

“Why does that guy have a mustache?” 

“My uncle has a mustache!” 

“When are we going home?” 

“Miguel tried to kick me in the nuts at recess!” 

“I did not!” 

You buried your hands in your face, letting out a deep sigh, shaking your head before looking back at Javi, quietly mouthing “I’m so sorry.” across the room before making your way to the front of the class. 

“If you can hear me, clap once.” 

3 or 4 half hearted claps followed over the chatter. 

“If you can hear me, clap twice.” 

More students began to join in, curious to see that Javi was now also following your directions. 

“If you can hear me, put your hands on your head and turn off your voice.” 

Finally, the volume of your room began to ease, all of your students, and Javi, quietly looking at you with their hands resting on top of their heads. 

“Okay, 3rd graders. Right now, we are going to work on our holiday presents for our grownups we’ve been talking about all week. Remember how I told you this morning that we have someone special coming in to help today?” The class nodded, eyes glued on Javi. “This is Mr. Peña. Can you guys say hi?” 

“Hi, Mr. Peña!” The class waved at him, Javi now smiling and waving back at them. 

“Mr. Peña is taking time out of his day to come help us with our project, so we need to show him what a respectful, responsible and safe class we are, okay? If we can follow directions and everyone gets their project done, then we will have time for extra recess at the end of the day.” Javi snickered at the silent grins and high-fives on the carpet in hopes of bonus time outside. “Once you glue your picture on your plate to make your snowglobe, you can come see me to put the snowflakes inside, and then take it over to Mr. Peña and he’s going to hot glue it for you.” 

A tiny hand quickly shot up, waving it back and forth. “No, Miguel. You cannot use the hot glue gun. It’s a grownup's only job.” You tried your best not to roll your eyes as Miguel frowned and put his hand back in his lap, knowing damn well he would be one to try and hot glue his hands together. “Do we have any questions before we start?” Almost all of your class’s hands shot up immediately, all beaming at Javi, frantically wiggling their arms in the air. You laughed to yourself, knowing that none of them had any questions about the project, and just wanted to talk to Javi. “Are these all just questions for Mr. Peña?” The class nodded, now squirming in their spots. “Okay, we can do 3 questions right now, and maybe if we have time at the end we can ask him some more questions. Is that okay, Mr. Peña?” 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.” Javi smiled, trying his best to keep from smirking at you and your teacher voice that seemed to be having a much stronger effect on him than he had intended.  

“Okay, Mr. Peña is going to pick 3 people who are sitting on their bottom and are waiting quietly and patiently for a turn.” You couldn’t help but smirk back at him as he stepped next to you on the front of the carpet, nervously running his thumb over his knuckles to prepare for his interrogation from 8 and 9 year olds. He pointed over to a girl at the back of the group, nodding to her to ask whatever was on her mind. 

“So you’re marrying our teacher? Do you love her? Have you ever kissed her before?” The entire class erupted with giggles as Javi’s face went red with embarrassment. 

“Uh,  yeah. I love her a lot and that’s why we’re getting married.” Javi leaned over to whisper in your ear as the kids continued to snicker. “Am I allowed to answer the last part?” 

“We’re not gonna talk about kissing at school, okay, Maya?” You laughed, giving Javi a little nudge as he pointed to the next student, picking a boy this time, in hopes that he wouldn’t have intense questions about his love life. 

“Our teacher said that you work at the police station. Have you ever arrested anyone? Do you catch bad guys?” One of the boys asked, the rest of the class leaning in with intrigue. Javi rubbed his hand over the back of his neck, trying to maneuver another hard hitting question. 

“Well I uh, I help train the guys who catch the bad guys, I don’t actually go out and catch them.” 

“SO YOU DON’T THROW PEOPLE IN JAIL?!” Miguel shouted out, barely letting Javi answer his question. 

“I’m gonna throw you in jail, Miguel…” you muttered under your breath, hiding your face behind Javi’s shoulder, the both of you trying to contain your laughter. 

“No, I don’t. Uh okay, last one.” He pointed to another girl who had been patiently waiting with her hand raised the entire time Javi had been sharing. 

“One time, my grandpa punched my dad in the face, and they kept punching and punching and so then my mom called the police, and then he had to go to jail and my Grandpa kept yelling you motherfu-.” 

“OKAY, on that note we’re gonna start with our projects, everything is already on your desks. Come see me for snowflakes and Mr. Peña for gluing both pieces together.” Your eyes widened in horror, jumping in to try and cut her off before she could finish the rest of her thought. It had thankfully seemed like the rest of the class had been oblivious, racing back to their desks to work on their projects. You pinched the bridge of your nose before rubbing your fingers against your temples, trying not to wither away from the embarrassment your class had decided to subject you to with their questions for Javi. 

“... I am so sorry.” You sighed, shaking your head as you looked over at Javi, trying his best to keep from laughing at the antics your class was already up to before they had even started working on their project. 

“Is this what it’s like every day?” Javi’s eyes widened as he looked out at the classroom, already overwhelmed by the noise and bodies moving everywhere. 

“It’s normally not this bad, I swear I’m a good teacher. With it being 2 days before break, as long as everyone makes it home alive, I’m calling it a win. Thank you again for coming to help, Jav. You okay to man the hot glue station?” 

“Of course, Osita.” He smiled, giving your hand a little squeeze. 

“Miguel will legitimately try to glue his hands together, so just be… extra careful when he comes around.”  

You couldn’t have been more thankful that Javi had agreed to help you with your project, because passing out confetti snowflakes alone was enough to make you lose your mind, let alone try and glue things together, too. Through the chaos, you and Javi found yourself exchanging quick glances, quietly laughing to yourself at the craziness. You couldn’t help but stare a little longer as you watched Javi your students, patiently helping each of them, listening to them share about who they were planning on giving their handmade gift to, complementing them on their work,  and carefully monitoring to make sure no one (especially Miguel) got too close to the hot glue gun. You’d be lying if  you said it ever got old watching how goddamn sweet he was with any kid he talked to, making your heartbeat a little faster at the thought of how much sweeter he’d be when it was one of your own. 

By some miracle, everyone had finished with their gift before it was time for gym, glady sending them on their way to go burn off some excessive energy to help you through the last few hours of the day. Javi’s mom had clearly trained him well, coming back to find him helping to clean up the leftover mess from your crafts after dropping your class off. 

“You don’t have to help clean up, Jav. You’ve already done more than enough.” You sighed, sitting yourself on top of the desk Javi was next to, reaching out to grab his hand. 

“Osita. If this is what you do every fucking day all day long, the least I can help you do is clean up. Jesus Christ, this was fucking exhausting.” 

“Well, I really threw you into the worst of it, so I apologize. Thank you again for helping. The kids really liked you. They kept asking the whole way to gym when you were going to come back. I told them when they stopped acting like a pack of wild monkeys, maybe you’ll consider.” You and Javi laughed, Javi gently resting his hand on your knee, thumb circling against your jeans. 

“I’ll come back any time, Hermosa. Getting to watch my hot, future wife kick ass at her job is way better than having to harp on Carter and Miller to run the reports I ask them to every goddamn day. I’m more than happy to stay if you need more help, but I figured since I took the rest of the afternoon off, and I have a genuine appreciation for a fraction of how fucking hard your job is, I would go home and make whatever you want for dinner and finish up shit around the apartment so we can spend tonight doing whatever you want.” You smiled up at Javi, reaching your hand under his chin, pulling it closer to you to plant a quick kiss on his lips. 

“Someone’s really trying to make sure they make their place on the Nice List before Christmas.” You smirked, raising an eyebrow at Javi, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“You deserve it all, Osita. It’s seriously the least I can do. Although, the things I wanna do to you later are definitely gonna end me up on the Naughty List.” He gripped his hand around the meat of your thigh, giving it a long squeeze as he placed a tender kiss on your lips, trying to use every ounce of self control to remember he was still at your work, let alone an elementary school where an 8 year old could come busting through the door at any moment. 

“You’re such a fucking dork. You’re lucky I love you so much.” You rolled your eyes, playfully swatting at him. “Thank you, Jav. You really are the best. Can we do breakfast for dinner?” 

“I had a feeling that was what you were gonna ask for.” 

“Breakfast is the superior food at all hours of the day, and no one can convince me otherwise.” 

“Pancakes or waffles?” 

“Surprise me.” 

You pecked a quick kiss onto Javi’s cheek before sliding off the desk, wrapping your arms around him, giving him a hug, pressing your face into the fabric of his dress shirt, savoring the familiarity of his sweet and spicy cologne that had become the scent that smelled like home. “Alright, as much as I don’t want you to leave, I probably should be a good teacher and print the rest of the things I need and salvage a survival plan for the next two days before the gremlins get back.” 

“I’ll see you at home, Hermosa. Love you” 

“Love you too.” 

With one last squeeze, and a wave as he headed out the door, Javi left you in your empty classroom, looking out at the disaster left in your student’s wake. Christmas couldn’t come fast enough. 

Anything that you had planned for the afternoon had quickly gone out the window after your class had returned from gym, your plans for an extra long recess turning into an even longer recess, and part of a movie before sending the kids on their way home. Some way or another, you were able to drag yourself home, the promise of breakfast food keeping you afloat the entirety of your drive home. 

As you walked down the hallway of your apartment, you could hear the quick pops and sizzles of the bacon Javi was cooking over the muffled Christmas music in the background. Turning your key in the lock on the doorknob, you pushed the door open, immediately dropping your school bag and kicking off your shoes, practically falling to the floor from exhaustion. Before you could even turn around to greet Javi, you felt his arms reaching under your legs and around your shoulders, making you squeal as he scooped you up, carrying you across the entry way towards the living room. 

“Hi?” You laughed, looking up at Javi in confusion as to why you had barely made it 2 feet into your apartment before he was picking you up and carrying you away. 

“Hi.” He smiled down at you, giving you a little shake in his grip. 

“Can I ask why you’re carrying me? Am I not allowed to walk anymore?” You guestrued down at the ground, watching your legs dangle with each step Javi took. 

“Because you work harder than anyone I know, and after today, if I’m fucking tired, you must be fucking exhausted, and my amazing, beautiful future wife deserves to relax.”

 He paused, tilting his head down to give you a kiss before turning his body the opposite direction. You had been so focused on Javi as he carried you from the doorway, you hadn’t even realized what was set up in the living room until he had shifted his position, facing you towards it. You looked over to see a blanket fort built between the ends of the couch, TV paused and ready to watch “It’s A Wonderful Life”, and the Christmas tree the two of you had decorated together lit up and twinkling, casting warm shadows on the walls. “Pajamas are in there, so change, lay down and I’m bringing you breakfast while we watch the movie.” 

You could feel the tears welling in your eyes as you looked out at the living room and back up at Javi. “Javi, you didn’t have to-” 

“I know, I didn’t have to do anything. I wanted to. I know how much you love Christmas and how we haven’t done much to celebrate since you’ve been busy with work, so I wanted to do something for you.” A grin grew across Javi’s face, watching your jaw hang open in shock as he set you down, letting you go over to examine his blanket creation. You stood there, shaking your head in disbelief, wondering to yourself how the hell you had gotten so lucky that someone cared enough about you to make you dinner after a long day, let alone plan something special for you, even if it was just in your living room. Before you could even respond, Javi was heading back to the kitchen to turn off the beeping timer of the oven, gesturing over to the fort. “I’ll be in there in a second.” 

“Javi, you set this all up for me, at least let me help with dinner or-” 

“Osita. Go put on pajamas and lay down. I swear to God, you’re the only person I’ve ever met that needs more convincing to go sit and relax than get up and do things.” He laughed, pointing at the covered couch, demanding you to get in. You held your hands up in defense before kneeling down to peek under the blankets Javi had draped over the top to see your comforter, all the pillows and blankets you owned, and your favorite sweatshirt and sweatpants of Javi’s folded neatly on top of everything. You quickly stood back up, unzipping and shuffling out of your jeans, trading them out for the sweatpants before stripping yourself of your shirt and bra, peeking around the corner to see Javi biting down on his bottom lip, eyes glued to you as you slipped his sweatshirt over your head. 

“I should have known better than to think you would have put out clothes for me to change into for any other reason than your own selfish gain, Javier Peña.” You jabbed, Javi shrugging as he grabbed two plates of the breakfast that he had finished cooking, bringing them back over to you. 

“Me? Wanting to watch you change on purpose, knowing damn well you were gonna take your bra off before you put my sweatshirt on? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Osita.” He smirked, a devilish grin growing across his face as he ducked into the fort, giving you a quick wink. 

“You? Wanting to see my boobs? Yeah, you’re right, how silly of me.” You groaned, voice oozing with sarcasm as you followed him, snuggling yourself under a blanket as Javi handed a plate over to you. “In all seriousness, this is really sweet of you, Javi. Thank you. Didn’t picture you as a big blanket fort kind of guy.” You giggled, giving him a little nudge. 

“I would make them all the time when I was little. Especially with my mom. I’d play with Hot Wheels in there, or my mom would read with me- I don’t know, maybe it’s from being with you at school today, and thinking about her, but I got home and thought you’d like it. You seem like someone who made their fair share of blanket forts as a kid.” Javi’s face beamed with a soft smile, the dimples of his cheeks creasing as he grinned over at you. 

“That’s really sweet. She sounds like she was the best mom. That’s a lot sweeter than my memories of building forts. My brothers and I had a pretty much permanent one set up in the basement made from old hockey sticks, but it was referred to in our house as Pound Town. We would go in and beat the shit out of each other with pillows until it collapsed on us and we’d have to pause, try to build it again, and beat the shit out of each other with pillows as we argued about if we were building it right or not. My parents let it slide because we weren’t annoying them, until one day when Patrick and I got in a huge fight about which couch cushions to use and he took one of the hockey sticks and hit me in the face and gave me a black eye. Pound Town was no more after that.” You grimaced, taking a bite of one of the  chocolate chip pancakes Javi had put on your plate. 

“I’m pretty sure at this point, you could tell me that you and your brothers robbed a bank and I wouldn’t be surprised.” 

“We were always well behaved during December, though. My parents definitely played into the threat of being on the naughty list as soon as Thanksgiving was over. At least they got a few weeks of peace each year. I honestly think that my parents were just as excited for Christmas movies as we were, because it at least gave them an hour and a half of semi-silence.” You laughed, nodding your head towards the TV. 

“I’m gonna be honest, Osita. I don’t blame them.” You sighed, leaning your head against Javi’s chest, feeling it rise and fall with each small huff of laughter. “We don’t have to watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” either, I just know you said you liked it and we didn’t get to watch it yet.” 

“No, this is a perfect pick. It’s one of my favorites. You wanna start it?” Reaching over for the remote, you smiled at Javi as he nodded, pressing play as the title credits began rolling across the screen. Javi had quickly come to learn that if you liked a movie, not only were you willing to watch it a million times, you knew just about every line, like you were putting on a one man production of whatever it was you were watching. Although you always quoted everything to yourself under your breath, something about it made Javi’s heart melt, spending more time looking over at you, whispering the lines of the movie to yourself, rather than watching whatever was on the screen. In between bites of breakfast, Javi watched your cheeks turn rosy as you watched a little George and Mary on the screen, eating ice cream at the drugstore, Mary leaning down to whisper in George’s ear. Javi had only seen the movie a handful of times, knowing it nowhere near as well as you, but well enough to know the line you mouthed to yourself wasn’t quite right. 

“Javier Peña, I’ll love you ‘till the day I die.” 

The two of you munched away at the rest of your breakfast dinner, Javi taking both of your empty plates back to the kitchen before nestling back under the blankets, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you laid your head against his chest. Now watching George and Mary throw stones through the windows of the old, abandoned house, making wishes of what they hoped their lives to be, you snuggled closer to Javi, draping your arm over his waist, twisting the ends of his t-shirt between your fingers. 

“I can’t believe they’re actually gonna start building the house in a few weeks.” You looked up at Javi, beaming with excitement. After Javi’s proposal, both to be his wife and to build the two of you your dream home, you both had been working to draft up and finalize plans for construction to physically start happening. All of the design process had been smooth sailing so far, you and Javi easily agreeing on things you wanted for the house- layouts, designs, sizing- the only thing that was stopping you from moving forward with progress was deciding how many bedrooms the house was going to have. 

“Not too late to tell Danny we need to add another bedroom.” Javi teased, gently squeezing your arm. 

“I think 5 bedrooms is plenty, Mr. Ambitious. If we have more than 4 kids, we might as well add enough rooms to house a baseball team.” 

“I’ll give you a football team’s worth of kids, if you want it.” 

“I know you would, but you’re not the one who has to push a football team’s worth of kids out of you.” You laughed, playfully swatting at Javi before he wrapped his arm around the small of your back, flipping you so that your chest was caged with his, bodies laying pressed against each other. 

“I’m happy with 1 kid or 10. Whatever you want, Osita, I’ll give it to you.” Javi smiled softly, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face before cupping your jaw in his palm, thumb delicately circling across your skin. 

“What if I want you?” You whispered, stretching your head up to nibble at his chin, planting kisses along his face and neck, each one more desperate and hungry than the last. 

“You have me, Hermosa. Forever.” He reached down, grabbing your left hand, carefully twisting the gold and diamond band around your finger in his. It wasn’t long before his hand had left yours, beginning to roam down your shoulders and back before slipping under the waistband of your sweatpants, grabbing handfuls of your ass as you pressed the weight of your hips further into his, feeling his bulge starting to grow underneath you. Working his hands back up around your hips, he pushed your sweatpants and underwear down your legs, slightly raising your lower half to help Javi strip them off your body, leaving your lower half exposed. Javi’s grip tightened around your thighs, suddenly locking his arms around them, scooting you closer to him, now sitting on his chest. 

“Javi, what are you-” You protested, taking a second to realize what Javi was prompting you to do. 

“Wanna take care of you, sweet girl.” He rasped, continuing to pull you closer towards him, now sitting on him near his collarbone, as he cut you off. 

“Are you sure, Jav?” You asked, biting down on your lip, looking down at Javi, lust pooling in the dark brown of his gaze, a devilish smirk stretching across his lips. “I’m always worried I’m gonna suffocate you when we do this.”

“I’m still alive, aren’t I? Baby, if I die between your thighs from you sitting on my face, I’ll die a fucking happy man. Please?” 

“Okay, okay.” You nodded, letting out a little, breathy laugh as Javi tugged you one last time, your already dripping heat hovering over his face. You began to slowly lower yourself down, Javi’s fingertips gripping the flesh of your hips, forcing you to shift your weight onto him, making you moan as you felt his strong nose brush against your clit. You could feel the width of his tongue dragging along your cunt, slowly and deliberately working himself along your sensitive bundle of nerves. His face nestled between your legs, he took his time with each lick, taking extra time to press harder on the spots he knew made you weak, loving how wrecked he could tell you already were as you rolled your hips over his face. You could practically feel his smirk buried in your pussy as the movements of his tongue became more precise, flicking at your clit making you whimper as you braced yourself on the edge of the couch, grasping at the cushions. 

“Javi… Fuck, oh my god.” You whined, feeling the tension begin to build in your belly as Javi wrapped his plush lips around your mound, sucking feverishly as you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding down harder, the hairs of his mustache brushing against your thighs. You could feel him hum in approval against your cunt as your back began to arch, a familiar tingle growing at the base of your spine as his mouth latched firmer around your clit, desperate to make you come undone. 

“Fuck, baby- oh shit- Javi, don’t stop, fuck, fuck, I’m so close. Fuck, I’m- mhhhmmmmmm.” Your orgasm crashed through you, pleasure overtaking your body as you came, whimpering and moaning Javi’s name as he dug his fingers deeper into your flesh, holding you against him as he continued to work you through your high.  Your body went slack, draping your upper half over the edge of the couch as you felt Javi scoot out from under you, looking down to see his face glistening in your slick, accompanied by a boyish grin as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he gazed back up at you. 

“Goddamn, Hermosa. Fucking soaked me. That feel good, pretty girl? You want more?” You nodded frantically at him, still at a loss for words as your chest heaved with each shaky breath. Gently grabbing your waist, he shifted you down so your back laid buried in the comforters and head rested against a pile of pillows, planting soft kisses down your body as he quickly pushed his sweatpants and boxers down his legs, freeing his painfully hard cock, its tip already dripping with precum, staining the fabric of the pants and underwear it had been straining against. He reached down, stroking his dick as he lined himself up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds, already soaked with your slick from your last orgasm, before slowly pressing inside you, letting you savor every inch of his length buried deep inside you. His hips flushed against yours as he bottomed out, his fullness stretching you open with the sweet sting that had become one of your favorite feelings in the world. “Always so wet for me, Osita. Fuck, I can’t believe this perfect fucking pussy is mine forever. You’re mine forever.” He mewled, slowly pulling himself back before pressing deep inside you again, each stroke making you feel even fuller than the last. 

“Forever.” You whispered back, your voice trembling as his cock pushed further into your cunt, practically hearing the lewd noises of wetness between the both of you as he thrusted in and out. Sitting back on his heels, Javi hooked his arms under your legs, pressing them to your chest, gently rubbing circles against your already throbbing clit before sinking back into you, the stretch of the new angle and added sensation of his fingers making you whine as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingernails digging into your back. “Fuck, Javi. You feel so big, fuck, it feels so good.” 

“Fuck me.” Javi hissed, the rhythm of his hips hitting yours beginning to become more rapid and desperate as he watched you writhe under him. “You’re fucking perfect, Osita. Gonna be a perfect wife, a perfect mom, fuck- I can’t wait to marry you, live in our house- oh shit- Fill it with our kids. Fuck, te lo daré todo (I’ll give you everything).” 

Everything was making your mind go blank- his words, his fingers rubbing against your clit, his cock pounding into you, over and over in the spot that had you seeing stars. The coil in your belly began to build as Javi buried his face in the nape of your neck, nipping and sucking at your pulse point, his words hot and heavy on your skin. You could feel your cunt beginning to clench tighter around his length, your heart beating fast as your orgasm began to build with each push and pull out of your heat. “I know you’re close, baby. Give it to me, Hermosa. Cum all over my cock. Gonna fuck myself so deep inside you, shit, can’t wait until I can fuck a baby into you, wish I could make myself stick, fucking get you pregnant right now.” 

Just like that, something inside you snapped, your body tensing as you felt yourself squeeze around Javi’s dick, soaking him as your orgasm ripped through you. A string of expletives and his name fell from your mouth, your brain short circuiting from the overwhelming intensity, sobbing into his shoulder as you came. It wasn’t long until Javi was close behind you, rapidly chasing his own high as he pounded into your heat, dripping with your slick. “That’s it, baby. Such a good girl. Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer. Meirda- so wet and tight for me. Oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum too, holy- ahhhhhhh.” Javi gritted his teeth as he thrusted one last time, spilling deep in your walls, making sure to milk himself of every last drop as he slumped on top of you, your chests rising and falling in unison as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Jesus Christ…” You laughed to yourself under your breath, reaching up to run your hand through Javi’s curls, dark and damp as they stuck to his forehead. “Javi, if you keep saying shit like that when we fuck, I am gonna end up pregnant before we get married.” 

“And that would be a bad thing because…” Javi smirked, pressing a tender kiss against your lips, feeling his grin on your mouth. 

“Javi!” You giggled, rolling your eyes and playfully swatting at his bare chest as he hovered over you, gently twisting his fingers through the messy ends of your hair. “We have talked about this! Once we’re married and the house is all the way finished, then I’ll toss my birth control in the trash. But until then, you’re really making it work unpaid overtime, you menace. I hate to break it to you, but keeping your dick inside me isn’t gonna do anything for you right now.”

“Like you don’t like it.” He chuckled, the both of you letting out a little hiss at the loss of Javi being buried inside you, feeling the mixture of your spend drip down your thighs as he laid back down next to you, wrapping his arm around your back, pulling you closer as you rested your head on his chest, hiking your leg up over his hip. “I’m just saying, Osita, Christmas is only a few days away, you could just throw it away early and-” 

“JAVI!” You scolded him, giggling as he raised an eyebrow at you, giving a little shrug. “You will get plenty of other presents. That one’s gonna have to wait, as much as I don’t want to either. The house should be done right around the same time as the wedding anyways, so you won’t even have to wait that long.” 

The two of you had very easily decided that you didn’t want a big wedding by any means, bringing Chucho endless amounts of joy when you had asked him if you could have your celebration at the Peña ranch. The thought was the first thing that came to both you and Javi’s minds- something small and simple, really only wanting your close friends and family to join you on your big day in a place that held such importance to the both of you. While you and Javi had agreed that you would have married each other tomorrow, you had compromised with the middle of June, giving you a few weeks after the school year had finished to let you have some time to prep or plan anything else that needed to happen, without the end of the year school stressors on top of it.

 After working with Javi’s cousin, Danny, (who finally received your finalized floor plans a few days ago after finally compromising on your bedroom count), he was able to guess that given that the winter was normally less busy for him and his crew, he would also hopefully have the house done by mid to late June, planning to have the majority of the work completed after you came back from your Honeymoon,  you and Javi offering to finish up any last touches that he wouldn’t be able to get to after you returned. 

While the both of you had agreed that you would wait until you were married before your birth control prescription was canceled, never to be seen again, you managed to talk some sense into Javi, telling him the house needed to be finished before you started trying, God forbidding that something went wrong, leaving you who knows how pregnant in an unfinished house. Regardless, it hadn’t stopped Javi from the moment that ring went on your finger to play into just how badly he was ready to give you the family you deserved, making it very hard for the both of you to stick to your plan. 

“I know, I know.” He sighed contently, picking your arm up, draping it over his chest so he could play with the ring on your finger, delicately thumbing at the stone and gold band. “Knowing I get to spend the rest of my life with you is the only fucking Christmas present I’ll ever need for the rest of my life.” 

“You’re really trying to make your way back onto the Nice List, huh?” You giggled, biting down on your lip as you reached up to grab Javi’s face, giving it a little shake. “You’re all I’ll ever need, too, Javi.” A cheeky smirk spread across your face as you looked up at Javi, pressing a hot kiss against the skin of his neck before you spoke. “I gotta shower and clean this mess up, you wanna come with me and hang out on the Naughty List just a little bit longer?” 

“I’d take coal in my stocking any fucking day for you.” 

Someway or another, you managed to make it through the last two days of school, bribing your class with more play time, recess, and movies than you’d like to admit. You and Javi were planning to spend the second half of your break with your family in Chicago, giving you two a few days to celebrate your first Christmas in Laredo together, now that you were on break. You had agreed to spend Christmas Eve celebrating with Chucho, the 3 of you gathering at the Peña ranch in the afternoon, offering to help Javi’s dad with chores around the farm since he had graciously given everyone else the day off to spend with their families. It took no convincing on your end to go out and help Javi feed the animals, one of your favorite chores on the farm, especially when it came to the cows. 

“I can’t believe how big they are.” You cooed, scratching one of the not so baby cows you had met for the first time a few months ago along its nose, giggling as it gave you a little lick. 

“They don’t stay little and cute for very long.” Javi chuckled, throwing the last bale of hay over the fence into one of the troughs, wiping his hands along his plaid shirt before resting his arm around your waist, standing next to you as you continued scratching and petting the rest of the cows that had gathered looking for attention. 

“Excuse you? They are still incredibly cute! Apologize to these sweet babies!” You gasped dramatically, holding your hand over your chest as you swatted at Javi. 

“Hermosa, they’re cows. They’re loud and annoying once they’re full grown, and last time I checked, I don’t think they can understand what I’m saying.” He laughed as you looked back at him with fake disgust, taking a step back, crossing your arms over your chest. Before you could argue back, one of the cows let out a long, loud mooooo, pointed in Javi’s direction, turning to look back at the cow before looking back at Javi. 

“I think that’s cow for fuck you, I am cute.” You smirked, giving Javi a little shrug as you nodded back at the cow. 

“Whatever, you dork.” Javi sighed, rolling his eyes at you as the two of you grabbed the rest of the feed buckets, heading back to the truck. 

The two of you finished your rounds and  you and Javi made your way back to the house to find Chucho humming away in the kitchen, chopping and dicing up vegetables to throw into his simmering pot of broth for the Pozole he had promised Javi for their Christmas Eve meal. 

“Chucho, do you think that cows are cute?” You questioned, kicking off your shoes at the door, Javi following behind, shaking his head. Chucho chuckled to himself, wiping his hands along his worn apron before picking up his wooden spoon to stir his stew. 

“Why are you asking?” He asked, looking over at you as you made your way into the kitchen, popping a leftover piece of pepper into your mouth, talking between chews. 

“Because your son doesn’t think they are, and had the audacity to tell the cows to their face they were, in fact, not cute.” You glared over at Javi, trying to hold back your laughter as you pretend to be stern. 

“They’re cute when they’re little but once you have to deal with them every day, full grown, they’re a pain in the ass.” Javi sighed, following behind you, sneaking between you and his dad to take down some bowls out of the cabinet, setting them on the table. 

“That is because Javier never pays attention when he walks through the pasture, and always ends up with a boot full of cow shit. I think they are cute, Mija. Not as cute as some other animals, or as cute as human babies…” He paused, raising an eyebrow at the two of you, smirking. “But yes, still cute.” 

“Told you so. You can’t blame the cows for your shit shoes, that’s on you, Jav.” You giggled, hitting him in the chest before grabbing spoons and napkins to set down next to the bowls Javi had placed. “Do you need help with anything else, Chucho? It smells delicious, I’m glad your cow bashing son requested it tonight.” 

“Cabrón (asshole).” Javi groaned. “Mamá would always make pozole and tamales for everyone on Christmas eve. She would put all of the cousins to work kneading the dough and assembling the tamales. She would hold the piñata hostage until we helped her finish, which I can’t blame her for. Her tamales were delicious, but I always think about having her pozole and eating a shit load of candy before crashing on the couch trying to stay up, waiting for Santa when I think about Christmas.” 

“Before Lucia died, every year we would host our whole family here for Christmas eve. Dios Mio, there must have been 30 crammed in here each year, singing and dancing, making more tamales than anyone could count. No matter how hard he tried, Javier would always be the first to fall asleep on the couch, and we would have to carry him to bed. I think he would get so excited he would wear himself out.” Chucho smiled, turning off the stove, bringing the pot of the pozole to the kitchen table, the two of you pulling out a chair to take a seat. 

“She sounds like she was such a fun lady. I wish I could have met her. And eaten her tamales, because I bet that they were amazing.” You beamed, looking over at Chucho and Javi, Javi now settling into the seat next to you, draping his arm over the back of your chair as Chucho stayed standing, letting out a content sigh as he placed a hand on his hip. 

“Well Mija, I was planning on giving your Christmas gift to you later, but now that you bring it up, now seems as good a time as any.” Chucho smirked, waddling his way over to the living room, as you and Javi glanced at each other in confusion, waiting for his return. A few moments later, Chucho was back, carrying a small, red package with a white ribbon wrapped around it, outstretching it towards you. 

“Chucho, you didn’t have to get me anything, I-” You protested, not accepting the gift until Chucho was sliding it across the table, placing it right in front of you. 

“It is a gift for both of you. I know that Lucia would have been so thrilled to know how happy you have made our Javier. How happy you have made both of our lives. She would have loved you so dearly, hija, and would have wanted you to have these as you and Javier start your own family.” Tears welled behind Chucho’s eyes as you carefully took the package in your hands, resting it between you and Javi as the both of you gently ripping away the wrapping paper and bow to reveal what was inside Chucho’s gift. You held a small, leather bound book between you two, Chucho gesturing to have you open it to see what was inside. As you flipped back the cover, you revealed the first page, a picture of a young Lucia in the very same kitchen the 3 of you found yourself in, smiling at the camera as she stirred a pot of something on the stove, apron tied around her waist. Below the photo were bold, shaky cursive letters, reading “Lucia’s Recipes.” 

“Pops…” Javi whispered in shock, delicately touching the page, gazing up at his dad.  

“Your mamá would have wanted you to have all of them. She always told me that she couldn’t wait for the day she could have a daughter to share all of her cooking secrets with. She would have been even more excited to share them with you Mija, knowing the wonderful woman that you are.” 

Carefully turning the page, you could feel your lip quiver as you looked at Chucho, feeling how watery your eyes were now becoming. “Chucho, this is- I don’t- thank you, Chucho. This is so special. I’m honored you want them to share them, I- I know how important these are to your family.” 

“You are family, hija.” Handing the book off to Javi, you pushed up out of your chair, making your way over to Chucho to wrap him in a tight hug, Chucho quickly reciprocating, squeezing you back.   

“Thank you, Chucho.” You whispered into his shoulder, trying your best to keep from sobbing as Javi pushed out of his chair, joining the both of you in a group hug, holding the two people he loved most in the world in his broad grasp. 

“Thanks, Pops.” 

“Los amo a los dos (I love you both).” Chucho sniffed, pulling away to wipe away the tears streaming down his cheeks. “Now, let’s eat this pozole, I can hear Lucia yelling at me for letting it start to go cold.” 

The 3 of you spent the rest of your night full of pozole, Javi finishing off at least 3 bowls as you talked at the kitchen table, sharing stories of your favorite holiday traditions and memories. Chucho broke out at least 4 different photo albums to share photos of Christmases past, filled with lots of ones of an adorable Javi and his bright, toothy grin as he opened up presents. Chucho was thrilled with the present you and Javi had gotten for him- a new work jacket for out on the ranch, Javi noting that he probably was still wearing the same jacket he did when Javi was first born. 

You and Javi had insisted that you let Chucho help you clean up around the kitchen after making you dinner, practically having to force him to sit down in his chair to relax while the two of you got to work collecting and cleaning dishes in the sink. You got to work washing as Javi dried, taking time to turn on the radio in the kitchen, raising the volume as he tuned in to the local station that had been playing nothing but Christmas music for the past week. “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”  began playing from the speakers, immediately beginning to sing along, swaying your hips, scrubbing the last of the pots and pans. Javi snuck up behind you, snaking his hands around your waist, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder as his chest pressed against your back. 

“Dance with me.” He whispered, placing his hands on your hips to spin you around, making you giggle as your sponge splashed in the sink, playfully drying your wet hands against his flannel before interlacing one of your hands with his, the other one resting on his shoulder as he wrapped his free hand around the small of your back. The two of you gently swayed in the dim light of the kitchen, the soft sounds of Frank Sinatra’s voice humming in the background. 

Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us, gather near to us once more. 

As the sweet and syrupy melody of the song played on, Javi held up his hand, prompting you to spin under his outstretched arm before pulling you back in, resting his hand on your back, the other holding your face as he dipped you down, his lips curled in a tender grin against yours as he leaned in to kiss you. 

Through the years, we all will be together, if the fates allow. Hang a shining star upon the highest bough. And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

“I love you, Osita.” 

“I love you more, you dork.” 

You rested your head on his chest, smiling into the worn fabric of his button up, soaking up the sweet simplicity of the moment- how right then and there, it felt like there was no one in the world but the two of you, slow dancing in Chucho’s kitchen, arms wrapped tight around the man you loved. It felt like holding everything you’d ever need. Everything you’d ever want.  It felt like holding your home. 

 If there was one thing you were not, it was patient, especially when it came to waiting. You never had been, and at this point in your life, you were very much convinced you never would be. Ever since you could remember, you were always the first one up in your house on Christmas, frantically waking up your parents and brothers to let them know presents were stacked under the tree at an ungodly hour, forcing your parents to implement the “If you don’t stay in your bed until 6 A.M. you won’t get any of your presents” rule to try and save some ounce of their sanity for the chaos that ensued after the 4 of you were really wide awake. Even as an adult, you couldn’t help but wake up giddy on Christmas, feeling as bright eyed and bushy tailed as you did all those years ago as a kid. While Javi was very aware of your love for Christmas, he wasn’t aware of the fact that it meant that you would be wide awake, waiting for him to wake up this early in the morning. 

“Merry Christmas!” You squealed, trying your best to contain your excitement as you watched Javi finally begin to stir, his sleepy curls peeking out from under the covers, eyes squinting and blinking heavily as he let out a big yawn, draping his arm over your waist, half awake. 

“Good morning.” He grumbled, rubbing his hand over his face, practically still asleep.  “What time is it?” 

“6:45…” You replied, grimacing sheepishly, wincing at the early hours plastered on your alarm clock. “You can go back to sleep if you want to, sorry if I woke you up.” 

“6:45? Jesus, how long have you already been up for, Osita?” He sighed, propping himself up on his elbows, running his hands through the messy ends of his hair. 

“Not that long…” You muttered, looking away from him, hoping it would deter him interrogating further. Javi said nothing- he only cocked his head to the side and stared with that look he gave you when he knew you were hiding something, knowing damn well his tired, puppy dog eyes would pull the truth out of you. “Fine…” You huffed, turning back to him. “I’ve been up since 6.” 

“6 in the morning? Jesus Christ, hermosa.” Javi laughed to himself, shaking his head as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to lay against his bare chest. “I guess I can’t say I’m surprised. What the hell have you been doing since you got up?” 

“I made coffee, took a giant shit after I drank the coffee, turned on the lights to the Christmas tree, put Christmas music on in the living room, and then I came back to bed and I’ve been trying to read while I was waiting for you to wake up.” 

Javi could do nothing but let out an amused sigh as he pressed a long kiss into the top of your head. “You’re insane, you know that?” 

“You’re the one who proposed.” You sassed back, holding your ring in Javi’s face, a playful smirk growing across your face before giving him a little poke on his chest. His response to your witty remark was grabbing you by the waist, flipping you on top of him as he tickled your sides, pecking quick kisses along your body, making you flail and squirm as you erupted with giggles. “Let go, pendejo! You’re gonna end up with a black eye for Christmas if you don’t stop!” 

“I’d like to see you try.” He grinned, releasing you from his grasp, giving you a little shove. “Alright, well I’m fucking awake now.” Reaching his arms over his head, Javi let out another loud yawn. 

“I made you coffee.” You shrugged, trying to provide at least a little peace offering to him for your early morning wake up. 

“I’d fucking hope so.” The two of you laughed as you shuffled out of bed, Javi lazily throwing on a t-shirt and pajama pants before you both wandered out of the bedroom, you at a much quicker pace than Javi. 

As much as Javi wanted to give you a hard time about your over exaggerated enthusiasm this early in the morning, he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter as he walked into the living room, seeing you sit curled up on the couch, clutching a mug of coffee, beaming at Javi as Christmas music played softly in the background, the walls dimly lit by the twinkling lights of tree, being hit with the realization that every Christmas for the rest of his life, would be a Christmas spent with you. 

“For you.” You smiled, holding out Javi’s mug, steam dancing off the top of the bitter brown liquid. “My family always opened presents before we did anything else, but if you have something else that your family always did, or you don’t want to, we can-” 

“Osita, I know you wanna open presents first, it’s okay.” Javi snickered, kissing your forehead before you shot up off the couch, running over to the tree to grab one of the several neatly wrapped boxes stacked beneath it. 

“Okay, thank God, I think I would have spontaneously combusted if I had to wait any longer to give you your gifts.” Hurrying back over to the couch, you placed your boxes on Javi’s lap, snuggling back up next to him as he began to tear away at the wrapping paper of the smallest package. 

“You don’t have any photos on your desk, so I figured I’d get you one. That way you can stare at my ugly mug all day long.” You joked, nodding toward the picture frame Javi was holding with a picture from your cousin’s wedding a few months back. 

“Shut up. Thank you, I do need more pictures of us in my office, and you look so hot in this picture.” He smirked, giving you a little nudge before picking up the next gift in your pile. “Thank you, Osita.” 

“Says the one who’s in the fucking tuxedo in that photo.” You rolled your eyes, watching Javi shake the wrapping paper off the next box. 

“Fuck, I’ve been needing new boots. Thank you, Osita, these are so nice.” Javi grinned, holding up the dark leather shoes, letting the bottom of the box drop to the floor. 

“I know you have, and you refuse to buy yourself new ones, so I figured I’d upgrade them for you.” You crossed your arms over your chest at Javi, wondering how he’d ever convince himself that he wasn’t just as stubborn as you. 

“Jesus, this is heavy.” He laughed, working away at the wrapping to reveal a plain, cardboard box, giving you a confused look. 

“It didn’t come in a box and I couldn’t wrap it how it was. I promise you your first gift isn’t a heavy cardboard box.” The two of you laughed as Javi tore the tape holding the top together, digging through the tissue paper, eyes going wide at the contents of the box. 

“Osita…” He warned, pulling out the bottle of his favorite Texas branded whisky he would only order for himself on nice occasions, knowing 1- how hard it was to find, and 2- that it was not cheap. 

“Don’t even try to start with me. It’s Christmas and I love you and you deserve all the nicest things in the world. I know how much you love this stuff, even though it tastes like pure gasoline, and that you would never buy it for yourself.” You smirked, grabbing under his chin, squeezing his cheeks. 

“Thank you, Osita. Where the hell did you find this stuff?” Javi looked at the bottle in disbelief, examining it before setting it carefully back on the ground. 

“Steve knew a guy.” You shrugged, only pausing for a moment before pushing yourself off the cushions, only to be stopped by Javi’s grasp around your wrist, pulling you back down. 

“These are all perfect, baby. Thank you so much. You're too good tot me. My turn.” Javi grinned, grunting as he got up off the couch, looking through the boxes to find the one he wanted, snatching it up and handing it over to you, immediately beginning to shed the box of its paper. “If you don’t- if you don’t like it or don’t want it, that’s okay, but I figured-” 

“Javi, I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll love it.” Taking a pause from your unwrapping, you reached over to give Javi’s knee a squeeze, smiling at him before shuffling the lid off the top of the long box. “Oh no way! Are you serious?!” You squealed, holding up the emerald green and black Dallas Stars hockey jersey. “Javi, what the fuck, this is so cool! Thank you!” You dropped the jersey in your lap, leaning over to give him a tight hug. 

“Thank god, I was worried you were gonna be pissed it wasn’t a Blackhawks jersey, but I think you already have 2 here, and like 3 more at your parents house, so I figured, you might like one for the Stars, too.” Javi sighed, relieved that his gift wasn’t about to stir up any unwanted hockey tensions. 

“I will wear it every game, except for when we play the Blackhawks- Then I will bury it deep in the closet.” You giggled, picking it back up to stare at it, oblivious to the fact that Javi had already gotten up again to get you another gift.

“These two go together.” He smiled, handing you over the much smaller box as you tilted your head in confusion. You quickly unwrapped the second box, a smaller version of the box for your jersey you had just opened. Still unsure of how something so tiny could go with your new jersey, you suspiciously lifted up the lid, your jaw dropping as you saw what was inside. “Holy fuck, Javi, are you serious?!” You gasped, pulling two tickets to the Dallas Stars vs. Chicago Blackhawks game, clutching them like you couldn’t believe they were real. Taking a second to actually read the ticket, your mouth gaped even further. “Jav, holy shit, these seats are-” 

“Against the glass.” Javi smirked, watching your eyes dart back and forth between the tickets and his smug grin. 

“But what about- how are we, wait- wouldn’t we have to-“ you mumbled to yourself, trying to process the gift while figuring out the logistics of getting to and from a night game in Dallas from Laredo. 

“I’ve got it all taken care of. The game is on Friday in February, the other 3rd grade teachers said they would do whatever to help you take that Friday off, our flight leaves at 2, we land in Dallas at 3:30, and I have a hotel booked for Friday and Saturday. Figured we could make a weekend of it.” 

“Javi- You can’t- Javi this is too much- baby, are you serious?” You whispered, breath shaky as you looked up at his beaming face, leaning in to kiss you. 

“I can, and I will. You deserve it. Merry Christmas, Osita. There’s one more thing.” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at you, grabbing one last present from under the tree and setting it in your lap. 

“Javier Peña, you do not need to get me anything else, I swear to God-” You protested, giving Javi a stern look as you stared at the present in your lap. 

“It’s not anything big, I saw it when I got the jersey and couldn’t help myself. Just open it, please?” He sighed, picking it up and bringing it even closer to you. 

“Okay, okay.” You shook your head, quickly tearing away the wrapping paper to reveal the box underneath. Lifting the lid, you dramatically rolled your eyes at Javi as you lifted up the red, lacy, lingerie that was tucked away in the tissue paper it had been delicately folded under. “This looks a lot more like a gift for you than a gift for me, Mr. Peña.” You laughed, giving Javi a playful nudge. 

“Well, if you put it on and let me unwrap you like the pretty little present you are, I’m sure I can find a way to make it a gift for the both of us.” Javi rasped, leaning over to nip at the exposed skin of your neck, making you let out a breathy moan, before coming to your senses, immediately darting up off the couch towards your bedroom. 

“Where the hell are you going?” Javi asked, laughing at you as you sped off, lingerie in your hands. 

“Changing so you can unwrap your last present!” You winked, wiggling the lacy outfit in the air before ducking into the bedroom. “Hey!” You shouted, your voice slightly muffled from behind the bedroom door, creaking it open to pop your head back out. 

“What, hermosa?” Javi laughed, awestruck smile glowing across his face as he stared at you. 

“I love you, Javier Peña. Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas, Osita. I love you more.”

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HIIIII 😩😩😝😝 lowkey ,,, craving some hcs 😼🥴 of megumi ,,, toge ,,, and yuuta w/ a s/o that likes movie dates 👉👈 possibly 🫶

like ,,, reader usually invites them over for a movie date (bonus points if theyre usually horror 😩😩) and they cuddle and stuff 🥺🥺 just some soft sweet stuff yknow ??

- 🫐 anon <3

Watching movies with the JJK boys

Ft. Megumi, Toge, and Yuuta

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Megumi Fushiguro 🦾

- Megumi may seem reserved, but when it comes to movie dates, he's all in. He never enjoyed going out in public for dates anyway. He appreciates that you take the initiative to invite him over for a movie night.

- His favorite genre may not be horror, but he's willing to watch it with you because he enjoys seeing you get excited. He'll make sure to bring that worn down tortilla blanket that you got him for your first anniversary.

- Megumi isn't too touchy-feely normally, but during the movie, he'll subtly reach out to hold your hand or play with your fingers, letting you know that he's still madly in love with you. At least in his own weird way..

- After the movie, he'd immediately want to criticize the terrible CGI. Opening his mouth to talk up until he notices that there was now a heavy weight on his shoulder. That's when he looked down and noticed that you had fallen asleep on him.

- "Tch." He smirked, eyebrows furrowing, and he reached his hands over to pull you closer to him. "Goodnight goober." He placed a gentle kiss to your hair and remained there for the rest of the night with you. In each other's arms, movie credits playing, and softly mumbling into your hair.

Toge Inumaki 🔊

- Toge is always up for a movie date with you. He finds it relaxing and a great way to spend quality time together.

- When you invite him over for a movie night, Toge will bring some snacks, including his signature cursed speech bubble-shaped rice crackers. He loves sharing his food with you. (I headcanon that he is...A MASTER IN THE KITCHEN)

- Horror movies may not be his first choice, but he'll watch them with you because he wants to make you happy. But also because he wanted to finally watch the Saw series. His friends have been telling him to watch that for ages now.

- He'll occasionally cover his eyes during the scary parts but will peek through his fingers to see your reactions. (He just doesn't really enjoy the gory parts.)

- Toge doesn't express his affection through real words due to obvious reasons, but he shows it through his actions because he knows you can barely understand his 'sushi talk', as you call it. So he just sticks to having a single hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it at times.

- He'll cuddle up close to you and wrap his arm around your waist when the movie ends. Softly breathing into your neck.

Yuuta Okkotsu 🗡️

- Yuuta is THRILLED whenever you invite him over for a movie date. He loves spending time with you and sees it as an opportunity to relax and unwind.

- Horror movies are right up his alley, surprisingly. And he's more than happy to indulge in them with you. He'll even bring a selection of his favorite horror films to choose from.

- During the movie, Yuuta will sit close to you and occasionally rest his head on your shoulder or lap. He finds comfort and solace in your presence.

- After the movie, Yuuta will excitedly talk about his favorite parts, jump scares, or plot twists. He enjoys discussing the movie and hearing your thoughts. You can both stay up late into the night, exchanging theories and sharing your love for the genre.

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AN: (HI 🫐, MY FIRST POST. YAY. HOPEFULLY YOU LIKE THIS. I DIDN'T WRITE MUCH FOR YUUTA BECAUSE I COULDN'T THINK OF ANY MORE DETAILS. ILY)

[hopelesslydevotedreader]

You could yell "Piss off! Won't you stay away?" It'd still be sweet talk to my ears 💋

Sweet talk

Couple: Clarisse x Daughter of Aphrodite! reader

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, A little makeout maybe

Author's Note: I am so in love with Clarisse La Rue. She was my bisexual awakening I think. Like something about her being cold with everyone else but soft with me is just so 😩

You had been going to camp every summer for years and since the very first day, Clarisse La Rue made you feel weak in the knees. Too bad she didn't know you existed.

Well, logically she knew you existed, after all, she was best friends with your sister, Silena, but she never seemed to pay much attention to you. The fleeting interactions you did have consisted of when her eternal glare would land on you, which never failed to send heat to your cheeks.

It was safe to say after all the years you had spent quietly pining after her your siblings were fed up with hearing about your infatuation with the Ares girl. At first, you hadn't realized, too busy ranting about why she looked best in red, or how her eyes glowed golden in the sunlight.

Then one day when you went back to your cabin to freshen up after capture the flag, you were talking animatedly about your latest interaction. "Clarisse screamed at me during capture the flag! It was so hot guys!" Much to your surprise a symphony of groans followed your statement. "y/n, I love you, but if you say one more thing about Clarisse I'll sacrifice myself to the harpies."

After that, the only person who didn't mind your delusional rants was Silena. At first, it was an accident. You were a new camper and didn't know they were friends, but when you saw them together, you made Silena swear on the Styx she would keep her mouth shut.

What you didn't know was that your beloved sister knew more than one side of this story.

When you had arrived at camp for the first time, all bloody and scratched up from a series of monster attacks, Clarisse's eyes had been drawn to you and stayed caught in your soft features. Her obsession only grew when you got claimed a few years later.

"Your sister is such a badass, Silena! She's one of the best fighters at camp and she always looks so pretty, even when she's all sweaty from training!" Clarisse gushed after watching you spar with Annabeth.

Another time she rambles on about seeing you during capture the flag. "I screamed at her and she didn't even look scared, she just kept fighting me. She's so graceful I can barely focus when I fight her.

Unfortunately, Clarisse had also made sure Silena wouldn't say a word to you. So she was stuck with the two biggest idiots in camp constantly talking about each other with no simple way to get them together.

She tried to be subtle and push them together but they each resisted it at every turn, both afraid of a possible rejection.

Silena was ready to give up, in a last-ditch effort, she convinced them to go to the bonfire the Hermes cabin was hosting out in the woods. If the alcohol and atmosphere didn't bring them together, nothing would.

So you showed up, dressed extra nicely for the occasion. You tried to find your sister, but Silena was nowhere to be found.

Instead, you were whisked away by the Stoll brothers to play some drinking games.

Big mistake.

The night passed quickly, spent laughing and drinking, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol. Silena approached, beckoning you to come play truth or dare, so you followed and sat in the circle.

As per usual, the game was crazy, confessions of relationships, embarrassing moments, and people kissing each other and taking way too many shots.

Thalia spun the bottle, and everyone waited with bated breath. Thalia was known for getting your deepest secrets out in this game, almost as if she knew exactly what to ask to expose you. Finally, the bottle slowed, landing on you. You felt your stomach drop, filled with nerves. Deep down you knew that the answer to whatever Thalia asked would come spilling from your lips, since the filter between your mind and mouth had been lost at the bottom of one of your various drinks that night.

"Truth or dare?" Thalia asked, her eyes studying you, trying to find a weakness

You bit your lip as you thought. "Truth"

Thalia smirked, "Who do you like and why?"

You groaned when you heard the question and everyone leaned in, eager to hear your confession.

A sigh left your lips before speaking. "I like Clarisse. She's just so pretty and tough."

The more you spoke, the easier the words came and you seemed to forget you were divulging a big secret.

"And her voice is so melodic! She can yell 'Piss of, won't you stay away' and it'd still be sweet talk to my ears!"

When you said that you didn't notice everyone's eyes widen and lift to someone behind you, and you continued to ramble

"Gods and when she laughs! I don't even care if it's about me because being her punchline is still something."

Silena, who was seated next to you, cleared her throat and nudged you. You looked up and saw everyone looking between you and whatever was behind you, causing your heart to stop.

You took a shaky breath and turned to see an angry-looking Clasrisse and silently cursed yourself, it was obvious she had heard.

"Fuck." You cursed under your breath.

"We need to talk." She told you firmly and walked off towards the training grounds.

You blushed at her commanding tone, feeling like a scolded child, and got up to follow her.

You arrived at the training grounds, now alone with Clarisse, and fidgeted with your hands, too nervous to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry Clarisse, I know you don't like being gossiped about and I just fed everyone enough to talk all month. You don't have to say anything, I'm aware I'll probably be pining in silence."

"What makes you think that?" Carisse asks, her voice soft, for once, causing your head to snap up in surprise.

"Well I... didn't you bring me here to say that?"

Clarisse blushes the slightest shade of pink and her words come out mumbled "I came to say the opposite. I think you're pretty, and I like that you still train hard even though it's not expected from you since Aphrodite is your mom."

Your eyes widen and now you don't know if the heat on your cheeks is from her words or the liquor still coursing through you.

"You really think that?" You ask, smiling shyly

Clarisse's eyes move down to your lips and she speaks, a bit nervously. "Yeah. Do you really think what you said?"

Your smile widens and you step closer to her. "Yeah, I do."

She bites her lip and cautiously reaches out to place her hands on your hips.

"I really want to kiss you." She whispers

You chuckle and wrap your arms around her neck, softly pressing your lips to hers. She immediately kisses you back, her lips slotting between yours as if they were meant to be together. Your hands move up to her hair and tug at it gently. She moans into your mouth and slides her hands down to squeeze your ass. You hum at the action and pull away, grinning like an idiot.

"Does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?"

She smiles back, a real genuine smile, "If you'll be mine."

"Of course I will." You reply, and pull her in for another kiss.

She lets out another soft moan as your tongue pushes past your lips and you smile. Yeah, definitely sweet.

Closing note: Thanks so much for reading! I hope you liked it and again, please leave feedback or general thoughts you may have. I'd love to hear from you. Todo mi amor 💋, Stargazer ☁️✨

[helluvapurf]

Thoughts on latest HB ep "Ghostf**kers" (*now that I've regained a bit more energy post-Halloween weekend lol*):

So the newest ep of HB has came & went from what I've seen- aaaand naturally feels like the best time for me to finally ramble about it now that its settled in my brain some more .3. Thoughts (+Spoilers) below~ NOTE: Most of this -does- get a lil rant-y below sooo... read at your own risk lol .w.;;

First things out of the way to start things off on a good note, the Pros:

To start off with... FINALLY we got some Millie focus for a major episode plot (-or more specifically, focus that doesn't get revolved back to Moxxie somehow lol)😭👏👏. Even if Millie's spotlight here did have to be shared with Blitz for a good chunk of the ep, their friendship was actually genuinely sweet & compelling to watch (esp. their backstory & how Millie was allowed to stand up for herself, give him space, BUT also coming around to acknowledging the good in Blitz, when it all came down to it🥺👏). Which ngl, after these previous episodes reigning down HARD on this dude... idk, just felt refreshingly wholesome to see for this series, yknow?😊

New villain Rolando was pretty cool, and surprisingly spooky to watch as the second-half went on oml- .o.;; While I'm still a teensy bit confused how his powers/demon lore work (at least to what we already know about Hell limitations crossing to the human world, ex. succubi & their crystals), his underwater monster vibe gave some fun visuals to watch up until the climax. I'm not 100% familiar with John Waters' works, but damnnn he should take up voice-acting more often ngl~ 👀

FINALLY MAMA TILLA MAKES AN (on-screen) APPEARANCE 😭😭Her whole vibe & Blitz's clear love and regret over what happened to her... hhhhh my whole heart ;n; 💔

That pink client lady (Rita, I think her name is?) who assigned the hotel mission? I dig her vibe, its cute~ :3

I.M.P. feeling like a legitimate workplace family for once, with even Loona & Moxxie getting a nice lil moment towards the end?? More. Of this. Please. 👌👌

Even with the lil undertones of the Stol*itz drama from the past couple eps, I very much appreciate Blitz (+the show itself) acknowledging that what's been going is NOT a breakup ('cause... yknow, they never actually dated to begin with lol🤷‍♀️). It may not 100% fix how messy that particular narrative's been handled as of late (which I'll get to in a sec-), but eh... its a start in the right direction, I guess? .3.

Enjoyed all the colorful flashback looks given, never would I have thought I needed mercenary!Millie with a fluffy ponytail til nowww hlkjlk😩❤️

Aaaand as for the not-so-good bits (imo), aka the Cons:

Pacing felt kiiiinda all-over-the-place, I'll admit; like one min we've got a whole intro & a half to deal with Blitz's whining fest (+some other pointless banter at the hotel)... then the next it feels like we're breezing past Rolando's whole presence as the "big bad" villain. Which... idk, I guess I shouldn't be too harsh on given the production drama behind-the-scenes (aka: the leaked content that had to be cut & redone awhile back)... buuuut yeah, its just one of those things you can't help but take notice of, critique-wise lol 🤷‍♀️

The humor wasn't... exactly at its strong point here, mainly just a lil overdone in the sex joke department imo though I guess thats kind of "par-for-the-course" in the Hellaverse series nowadays, so lol

Now, idk if this may be an unpopular opinion or not; but was I the only one who felt like Blitz's month-long mope fest over Stolas was rather... OOC, all things considered? .-. Like, okay its one thing for Blitz to still be (understandably) upset over how the last two eps went down (but being the "boss" he is, continues working anyway to keep I.M.P. afloat, like in the latest HB shorts)... but for Blitz of all people to just randomly use ALL his company's funds on useless junk, force his daughter Loona to stay up all night/not go home, drive Moxxie in a panic from all the budgeting issues this past month was just... wut- 🤦‍♀️ ...Mind you, this is meant to be the SAME Blitz who not even a few episodes ago begged Stolas to not take away the Grimoire (aka the key to his + his employee's livelihood), clearly being willing to do anything to not lose all that he holds dear. You seriously expect me to believe he'd be the type to throw that all away (for a WHOLE month)... all to simply whine over some blue-blooded bird not noticing him? ...Yeaaaaah sorry, but I'm gonna have to call bs on that, chief- 🙄

Kiiiinda tying in the last point, but as much as I enjoyed the tense thills gained from the "Rolando enters Blitz' mind to make him see his own flaws/past mistakes" sequence... I do have a few issues with some of these other "flashbacks" added to the mix: 1) Loona's groin kick towards Blitz in "Seeing Stars" (*wasn't Blitz's fault since ALL he did was tell her to be nice to clients... and was right about to apologize to Loona just seconds before the kick 😒*) 2) Blitz pushing Stolas' hand away in "Ozzies" (*which Blitz only did after Stolas hide his face/didn't defend Blitz during the song*) 3) Stolas' hurt expression at the end van scene of "Ozzie's" (*mind you, taking place while Blitz is rightfully standing up for himself/telling off Stolas for being a privileged creep all of S1*) 4) Stolas trying to present the Asmodean Crystal gift in "Full Moon" (*a whoooole mess in of itself I already covered prior-*) 5) Stolas angrily walking away from their pool fight + trash-talking Blitz in the "Motherf**kers" song + drunkenly dumping his problems on him + making out with a whole other dude in front of Blitz (*again, a huge mess I covered prior but TL;DR... most of that WASN'T fully-Blitz's fault in those instances??😑*)

Like... I dunno man, I don't mean to sound like I'm just ragging on Stolas per-episode as of late... but these last few points just keep giving me mixed signals than any genuine idea as to WHY Blitz even has these "feelings" growing for Stolas, atm?🤨For any canon couple in fiction, I WANT to see reasons for why they work best together, what kind of interests/aspects they've got in-common, what special "spark" is there that helps them stand out above all the other dynamics in-canon... but from what I see so far on Blitz's end (& the narrative continuing to guilt on him being "the problem")... it honestly feels more like he's only now fallen for Stolas out of pity... not because of any genuine affection or attraction :/ Which... ngl, sounds like a really sad precedent to send for a main-endgame couple, regardless of series genre imo... 🤷‍♀️

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Soooo yeah, all that rant-y rambling aside... not a bad ep in the grand scheme of things! 👍👍Here's hoping the last few remaining eps (+possible shorts) for S2 keeps up the good work! 🙏

[sorinethemastermind]

Hi, so I just saw your post about the "Review Fic-athon". First of all I love this idea and just wanted to thank you for doing something like this for this series. Fingers crossed for Act 3🍀

I posted reviews for all seven seasons of TDP on Rotten Tomatoes under the username "FL Z".

I've never participated in something like this so I don't know how specific or not I should be. So obviously it's completely up to you but could you maybe write something about when Claudia is fighting Callum (maybe Runaan takes a second longer to intervene or something) preferably after/during the fight in Akiyu's cave? With her thinking about/contemplate what could've been.

Basically angsty Claudium from Claudia's perspective at some point in Act 2.

(No shade to Terry but I adore angsty Claudium)

Sorry for the rambling. Also again I love the idea for this to help the series. Have a wonderful day.

(Sidenote I love the reference to Soren's "Hungry horses need hay" line)

[sorry for the delay in response, I've got so many fandom events going but finally starting to chill out with my writing load 😩 so here's your angst, as requested! Love me some angst Claudium vibes. Thx so much for participating, this was a lot of fun to work on. Hope you enjoy!]

"Oh Callum, I was hiding. But not for the reason you think," Claudia watched them from the shadows. Callum and that elf. The very one who had killed his father. Had he already forgotten everything they'd done to them?

"Oh, is it because you've done something terrible? Because you're afraid to face the consequences?" Callum said, the last word nearly a snarl. He had always been so judgy.

Claudia stepped forwards, letting the shadows fall away from her form. "No. It's because I didn't wanna have to kill you, too."

They turned on her, the elf's bow already raised, and she lifted her staff.

"Petra volarai!" the chunk of stone rose behind them, perfectly positioned to strike, but she hesitated. Claudia stared into Callum's eyes, searching them for any sign of the boy who used to trail her around the castle, asking about magic and sharing books. But his green eyes were narrowed, judging, like they always were.

He thought she was gone, just like all the others. He couldn't see that she was still her.

She closed her fist, sending the chunk of stone flying at him. But her moment of hesitation had bought the assassin enough time to notice and he turned, lunging to push Callum out of the way, the chunk of stone smashing into him instead of it's target.

He grunted, falling to the ground, and Callum gasped, rushing to his side. So loyal to the very man who had killed his father. His loyalties were so misplaced. Claudia knew he would choose his father's killer over her in a moment and didn't let herself hesitate again.

Her next casting was quicker, Callum hardly able to get his staff up in time to summon ice and quench the wall of fire she had sent roaring at them both. The puff of steam from the two elements meeting exploded across the room and she averted her gaze momentarily, raising her staff again as soon as she could see, the next spell already on her lips.

"Fulger hostil!" the violet lightning sparked from her fingers and shot at Callum, but he deflected it with a swing of his staff. He was getting better. She could only imagine what he might be able to accomplish if he wasn't so stubbornly stuck on Primal Magic. If he had a real teacher.

She would have taught him, if he'd asked her too. It would have been nice, having someone to practice with besides her Dad, who was always too busy. Claudia's eyes narrowed. Her Dad, who that elf of his had killed.

She couldn't let herself get soft. Wishing wouldn't change what had happened. Wouldn't change who Callum had become.

He raised his fist as she watched, clenching it tight as he shouted out a pair of unfamiliar words; "Venus frigoris!"

Pain shot through Claudia's hand and up her arm, the skin turning blue. She bit back a cry of pain as the sensation spread across her body, hunching in on herself. Her veins burned with a cold fire, contracting and expanding, sending needles of agony shooting through her flesh.

She fell to her knees with a half sob, one hand desperately clutching her staff. Claudia had known Callum had changed, but she hadn't thought-

Anger burst through her. She was only doing what she had to, first for her Dad, and now for Aaravos. But Callum didn't need to do any of this. She remembered telling Soren that Callum would never hurt her, that night after their date. She'd been so afraid of upsetting him, of betraying him.

And here he was, hurting her without remorse, with no sorrow in those piercing green eyes. They acted like she was the one who had changed, and yet it was them who were different. Soren who had left her, Callum who had betrayed her. Who was hurting her.

She didn't owe him any remorse, either.

Forcing body to obey and her fingers to move, Claudia took the pufferbat from her belt and crushed it between her fingers, the purple veins of the spell floating through the air and into the dark core of her staff.

Callum's hand went to his throat as the air was pulled forcibly from his lungs and she felt the spell's pain fade from her body, the bluish tint to her skin retreating back to palid grey. She straightened up, eyes narrowing.

"You're impressive, Callum," she admitted. "Somehow you learned Primal Magic. But Dark Magic will always have the edge."

"Please... Claudia-" Callum fell forward, eyelids fluttering as the air continued to funnel from his lungs and into her staff. It... hurt to see him like this. But Claudia took the pain and crushed it the same way she had the pufferbat.

"What am I supposed to do?" she asked, taking a step forward. She knelt before him. "Come on, Callum, I don't hate you. I don't want you dead! But you're leaving me no choice." Her voice wavered on the last word, and for a moment she thought that, maybe, he might give her a way out. A way forward where no one else had to get hurt.

But then the elf's voice sounded from her periphery, and she turned to find him with his bow drawn, arrow nocked and pointed in her direction. "Don't move."

She rose to her feet as the elf walked around to stand beside Callum, arrow never wavering from where it pointed at her heart.

"Now drop the staff," he instructed. "Throw it out of reach."

"I mean, how am I supposed to throw the staff without moving?" Claudia asked, tilting her head. "You said don't move."

Callum collapsed at her feet, gasping. She spared him a glance, hand tightening around the staff. She'd meant what she said. She didn't want to kill him. She didn't want any of this to happen. She didn't have a choice. She'd never had a choice. Why didn't they ever give her a choice?

"Do it now!" the elf shouted, drawing back the arrow.

Claudia smiled, narrowing her eyes, and dropped the staff into the pool of water beside her. It landed with a splash and Callum's head jerked up as the spell ended. He gulped in air.

"Now what?" Claudia asked, same smile playing across her lips.

"Now," the elf said, "we wait for Callum to catch his breath. And then he will decide whether you live or die."

For a moment she considered letting him choose. They never gave her a choice, anyway. And Callum wouldn't-

But the affects of the ice spell were too fresh, the memory of the pain fresh across her skin. She didn't know. Maybe he would. Now that he'd changed.

Her eyes narrowed. Maybe he would kill her. Now that he thought she was some kind of monster.

Her gaze went to the amulet hanging around her neck. She knew who didn't think she was a monster. She smiled at the elf and watched his eyes widen in alarm. She clutched the amulet as he released the arrow, eyes glowing violet as the spell took hold. The arrow turned to ashes as it reached her, charred by the bright light the talisman was emanating.

She spoke the command words, closing her eyes as the warmth washed over her entire body, covering her skin with the scales of a dragon. More of them stretched up her throat and framed her face, stretching across her cheeks.

If they thought she was a monster then fine, she'd be their monster.

Claudia threw her head back, feeling the warmth gather in her chest and flare across her skin. Her hair swayed around her face as though in an invisible breeze, vision flaring as her eyes once again glowed violet. The warmth spread from her chest and up her throat, exiting her mouth in a torrent of flame.

Callum pushed himself to his feet just in time to call a wave of water and block the worst of it, steam once again filling the room. Claudia took advantage of the moment to turn and flee, vanishing into the shadows once more. She threw one final glance over her shoulder as the fog began to clear.

She Callum he was okay, not too singed. She would be their monster, if that's what they wanted. But that didn't make her a real monster. She didn't wish him dead. Not when she could still remember the moonlight reflecting in his eyes that night at the Nexus, or the wonder in his them she'd seen every time he saw her cast a spell.

Before the green eyes grew cold towards her and warm towards that elf of his. Before he chose the man who killed his father over the ones who'd tried to save him.

Claudia turned away, leathery wings sprouting from her back as she emerged into the open once again. She had work to do. She couldn't let what might have been distract her.

[exo-raskreia]

Do you think Cour 3 and 4 will give Rukia anything ?

My ideas would be for her to get something emotional with Ukitake , because they've not interacted for the entire arc , and when they finally do , he's about to sacrifice himself

And his death , it falls flat like a pancake , as Kubo treats it like it's just another plot point , we don't even know that Ukitake's dead until the very end of the series

I'd also want for Rukia to have a little team up with Byakuya and Toshiro against that Bottom Bargain Thor

Because again , Kubo's such a hack and fraud , why aren't your Kuchiki siblings and ice users not teaming up ?

Kubo wipes off Rukia and mostly everyone else of the board because he just didn't know what to do with them , really , for that week when he was writing and drawing the chapter , it was blatantly clear he just didn't have any real ideas and so went with the easy way out

And I mean , if Bottom Bargain Thor is such a strong opponent , shouldn't you want him to face more people ? 1 against many ? Especially with how huge he gets

There was no reason for Kubo to clear so many characters off the board other than his pure laziness and lack of ideas , when really all he had to do was simply let your characters use their abilities , Rukia doesn't even get to use hers since her fight with As Nodt

Lastly , I'd want to of course see Rukia with Ichigo in the final fight against Yhwach , as it was promised infamously by Urahara , which to this day , are still his final words in the series

So curious on if the new anime will keep that in or cut it right out , or worse , change him saying Ichigo & Rukia , to Ichigo and Orihime

I have so many ideas on how the final fight could go , but it would take me quite a while to write them all out

The main points would be , what can anybody even do against Rukia's absolute zero ? Maybe Yamamoto’s bankai , but Rukia’s power is to actually control / lower the temperature , so couldn’t she just lower the temperature / heat of his flames ?

Yhwach also mainly uses his almighty to break people's swords , how can you break Rukia's when she can obviously reform it with ice , as she does in her fight against Aaroniero

The real question should be , what can Ichigo even do against Yhwach when he enters that final fight with only a third of his powers ?

He had both his Hollow and Quincy before , now he only has his Shinigami side , surely he can beat Yhwach now

Tbh, I don't know. I don't watch the TYBW anime adaptation & don't have any particular hopes for it to fix anything. There's just a bunch of plot holes in this arc (Bl3ach in general 🙄) & underdeveloped characters that the cop-out ending left in its wake 😮‍💨.

It's a crime that Rukia was sidelined in the final arc. She never did anything significant after her bankai. She should've been beside Ichigo against Ywach, NOT Ori, who was treated like a ragdoll by Ywach, was more hindrance than help to Ichigo, & couldn't even encourage him! As if Rukia would've ever told Ichigo, "You can't fight anymore" !!!

She definitely should've had a moment with Ukitake, who should've lived imo. We never even saw him fight 💀.

Who knows if they'll remove Urahara's cryptic words about IchiRuki. It's a huge plot hole, so either they'll keep the scene as is with no elaboration (and we'll witness Bl3ach burn again), remove it, or keep it but actually give us the IchiRuki tag team we deserved. Ichigo vs Ywach, the final boss fight of Bl3ach, was an entire circus. Worst final boss fight I've seen in a battle shounen 💀. The IR tag team could save it, but that would mean the atrocious conclusion to the series would have to be fixed. They'd have to fill in the other plot holes too, no? I don't wanna have any expectations on that, tho.

Wish Ichigo had seen Rukia's bankai 😫. Remember how impressed he was when he first saw her shikai? He couldn't stop staring 😭. Imagine when he sees her bankai 😩.

That Thor fight never had a conclusion, did it? Just another plot hole that I don't know if the anime will fix. I personally enjoyed the Kenpachi, Byakuya, & Hitsugaya team up 🙃. It would be cool to see our fav ice users team up for something, tho.

Anyway, I'm only looking forward to seeing clips of older Hitsugaya & the GrimmNel scenes 😅.

Sorry for the late reply!

[cloangi]

Get to know me 🔥

**Post may be updated every so often to change wording, to add/delete things, etc

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Ima keep this short enough so you can actually read it

General things about me:

15 years old

Only do art as a hobby (so no money taking or commissions people)

Art consists of my fandom fixations

You can refer to me as Baaz or Keegan/Keegs. Either one works, I don't care 🤷‍♂️

Blog is mainly SFW but I'll keep the 13 - 14+ age rating there due to the occasional freaky reblog I be doing

I am fine with people sending me DM's‼️ Just don't make it weird (you already know what I mean by that 💀)

You guys can send me asks (pls send some cause I don't ever get any 😔🙏)! But not for things such as donations or weird suff, things like that will be deleted.

In terms of rules and behavior on here, I'm pretty sure you can use your head to figure out human decency and manners. So please have some respect for me and others on here.

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Quora Account - (Place where I've spent most of my time online, around 4-5 years or so. I post random things of me yapping of all topics or things I've found/seen)

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Fixations (under the cut)⤵️

The list below is color coded based on the fandoms I'm fixated on, or I just like

Red = Fixated

Orange = Semi-fixated

Green = Like

Call of Duty - Certain campaigns in it, mostly COD Ghosts though (Yes, I have played the OG versions of some of the campaigns on the old ps3 we have, and I do play MP Cod Ghosts).

Monster x Mediator - It's a pretty interesting game due to the characters (Sir Knight...🤤🤤)

Ready or Not - The storytelling is PHENOMENAL. I can't get over as to how much detail the devs have put into this game to add onto the atmosphere AND the lore itself. W game, W snap back to reality type shit. I love it.

Black Ops - I'm fairly new to this campaign. Finally starting to get a teeny tiny bit into it due to Bell, yes the character you literally as 💀

Fallout: New Vegas - Fixated more on JOSHUA GRAHAM 🤤🤤. But yeah, story is fire, and the characters are fire. Very well written, still gotta check out the DLC's though.

Battlefield 4 - This fandom is so male dominated (or there's no artists in it or sum...) that there's like, 0 genuine fanart of it, and I'm sad because of that 😔 (PAC MY POOKIE, M-MY LOVE 😩😩)

Rainbow 6 Siege - Don't have the console to play the actual game so I watch it instead.

Mouthwashing - The entire story is just...wow. So sorry that had to Happen to you, Anya. Also, fuck Jimmy. Everyone else is cool.

Fallout (The show version) - Really liked the way they made everything with the characters and stuff. For new fans, such as me, I really enjoyed it 🗣

Hell Divers 2 - Like R6S, I don't have the actual console itself to play it but it's on my wishlist and I really like the concept of the game, plus the community seems pretty fire.

Eddsworld - Used to have a HUGE fixation on this fandom, prob for up to 1-2 years (shit had a strong grip on me)

Silent Hill 2 - That's like the only game I know lore about in the Silent Hill series (Pyramid head...).

My Little Pony - I'm surprised this fandom is absolutely booming now. Watched the entire show (forgot everything though 💀). Love the art the fandom makes though, including the AU's.

Saiki K - Legit forgot the entire storyline, but I know I like it

The Amazing Digital Circus - Caught up on all episodes

Demon Slayer - Watched all seasons

The Amazing World of Gumball - Havent really watched it much, but I really like it including the fan base

Into the Spiderverse - Have never read the comics, but movie-wise I like it

...Damn, you still reading? I mean if you're interested go ahead and drop a follow to this thing (you're likely gonna forget this account anyways, so free follow for me mwhahaha).

South Park - Funny, sad, cringe, and crazy show. I've only watched a couple episodes but the community can be so fucking funny sometimes

Undertale - Younger me was crazy for this game, dude 💀. Grew up with this shii fr

[burning-academia-if]

going for my go-to ROs🤭🤭

Rook + Snowball fight (I think this will be cute!!)

Lars + Fairy lights (yes, I'm a sucker for soft Lars🤤😩)

Btw, happy holidays em!! Hope you had a good one!!<33

Happy Holidays and New Years!

Here's Lars + Fairy lights and Rook + Snowball fight

Lars + Fairy lights

            “Is…is that a gift?” You sit perched at the edge of your bed with your legs criss-crossed. Seeing Lars in your dorm is weird. He exists in meeting rooms and lectures and blurred out in the dark of night. Not in a cramped room where the ceiling suddenly didn’t look like it was tall enough.

            Said gift wasn’t wrapped or anything. It’s why you knew what it was. Fairy lights. You’d been mentioning getting them forever, but passed on buying some every time. Lars probably got them more as a gift for himself, so he wouldn’t have to hear you bring it up for the millionth time.

            He eyed the room, and you hoped he wasn’t judging it too harshly, “For Christmas. Where do you want them?”

            Lars and Christmas didn’t go together. He had the frost of deep winter, not the cheer of any holiday. It took your brain too long to process what he’d said before you arrived at a halting conclusion, “I didn’t get you anything—”

            “You’ll make it up to me later.” You…didn’t like the sound of that. “Where do you want them? I have somewhere to be soon.”

            “Oh, um. Around the desk, maybe?” Though you scrambled to your feet to help, his raised eyebrow and blank stare made you sit right back down. Not sure what to do with yourself, your hands folded themselves in your lap. It was the pose a kindergartener took during story time. His smirk was telling enough.

            As always, he worked quickly and efficiently. Although you called out instructions, you mostly watched. It didn’t take long before they were set up, a steady glow now warming your desk space. Throughout it, Lars’ expression had softened.

            When he stepped back from his work to look at you, you couldn’t read him, “Well?”

            “It’s…it’s pretty. Thank you.” He nodded once, looking ready to leave as quickly as he’d arrived. “Wait, what do you want?”

            You had no idea what to give someone like Lars. He never mentioned wanting anything, but he had said you’d make it up to him. He paused, thinking. The silence was always his thing and you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from saying something you’d regret.

            Finally, he said, “I’ll think on it.”

            “But—”

            “I have to get going anyway.” It must have been the new lights, which made his features softer. The warm glow eased away the normal edges heightened by hard shadows or bright lights. For a second, you almost thought he wanted to stay around you just a little longer.

            You shook the thought away, “Right. Yeah. I’ll walk you out. Thank you again.”

            Even with him gone, you still felt his presence. You traced the way your new lights dangled, and wondered if you’d ever be able to figure out Lars and what he even felt towards you.

Rook + Snowball Fight

“You were never a good friend. How could you make me a human shield?” You shook off your jacket, where half melted snow slid off in a steady trail. Ahead of you, also brushing off a collection of snow, was your one and only childhood friend and the menace himself.

Glancing back, cheeks red from the cold and bringing out his usually dull freckles, Rook’s grin was grand, “Who else was going to be my partner in crime?”

“One of your other millions of friends.” Your voice was flat. His grin only grew wider.

The series of events was you’d been walking back to the dorms. Right before you could enter said building, however, a person had skidded to a halt in front of you. Rook, obviously. Shouts were following him and you’d seen the decision in his eyes, probably before he even realized what decision he’d came to. And so, you’d been pelted with snowballs and dragged into a snowball fight which Rook had started. Rather a fight, it’d been a war. It always astounded you just how Rook seemed to know everyone on campus, and how it felt like every single one was after him. By the time it was over, both of you were made of ice and draped in snow.

He reached out and ruffled your hair, causing whatever remaining snow to fall off and splat on the dorm floor. You scowled at him, but his expression remained light, “You’re the only one I trust.”

“Who knows. Maybe when you walk out the dorm tomorrow I’ll be waiting with an ambush.”

“You wouldn’t.” He dramatically placed a hand over his chest, spinning away from you. “Have all these years meant nothing to you?”

“Have they meant anything to you?” You asked back, before a shudder ran through you. The chill wasn’t quiet going away. You and Rook’s downfall had actually involved both of you collapsed on the ground, breathing hard from running around. Your clothes were damp, and it was making it impossible to get warm again.

Despite having turned away from you, it was like he could tell, “They mean the world to me. Which is why we should hurry up so you can change clothes. The last thing I need is for you to die from the fucking plague.”

“You get the plague from rats, not from the cold.”

“Actually, the plague came from the fleas on the rats, which the rats gave to us—”

“Congrats on remembering tenth grade history.” Another shudder zipped up your spin and this time Rook was turned towards you. He frowned lightly, and you had another sarcastic remark at the ready that was quickly whisked away by him promptly unzipping his jacket and all but throwing it at you.

You scrambled to catch it, “Take that until we get back to my place. You left some spare clothes there.”

Leaving a spare change of clothes at each other’s dorms had become a just-in-case kind of thing over the past few months. You hadn’t really thought much about it. But hearing him vocalize it made your brain imitate a record scratch. Old feelings of being young and dumb hit you. Specifically, long vanished feelings of being fifteen and almost having a crush on Rook. Almost.

You shrugged the jacket on, frowning the whole time. It smelled like him, but you weren’t about to acknowledge that to yourself either. So maybe you had spent the past few months stopping old feelings from surfacing. Ever since you started at Vales Grove, it felt like old times, always being in each other’s atmospheres.

The two of you in the snow, breathing hard, with Rook laughing and yelling at his friends to stop, had sent you back. Maybe you’d been staring when his eyes darted to you, crinkled a bit from his wide grin. Strands of hair had fallen in his face and you’d had to fight back the urge to push it back. It felt like the last straw.

Mercifully, it didn’t take long to get back to his dorm. You slipped into the bathroom to change, throwing the jacket back at Rook before you did so. You needed a moment.

You hadn’t gotten over your old crush. It made you grimace. Of all the times to notice, it was during a stint of his usual mayhem. Not to mention him using you as a human shield. You couldn’t fathom how many snowballs you’d been pelted with. And yet, when the two of you had gone down he’d thrown an arm out to cushion your fall. You’d been pressed close to his side as a result, his heartbeat loud in your ears. For a second, it felt like you belonged there.

With a steady gaze, you stared at yourself in the mirror. This was fine. It’d be fine. If Rook hadn’t noticed when you were teens, he certainly wouldn’t notice now. You kept telling yourself that as you walked back out.

[kitcat992]

Just wanted to stop by and let you know that I was thinking of you and sincerely hope life is being kind ❤️

I’ve read a few Irondad fics lately that have been so well articulated and beautifully written, and they’ve reminded me of your stories. But your work will always be the GOAT to me. Everything else I read is always compared to your version of the MCU, because that’s canon in my opinion.

I secretly love that your stories keep going, that Identity Within is still a WOP, because parting with a finished story when you reach the end… a story that you’ve grown to love and formed a bond with… it’s really hard to say goodbye. It feels a little like grief if I’m being honest.

I’ve lived in the joy of knowing that there’s no permanent end (yet) to the Identity Series for years now, and I’m actually really grateful that I haven’t had to read an ending or experience that final farewell.

I just wanted you to know that your work is so appreciated, and while I’m sure it weighs on you sometimes that the updates take a while and the series has been ongoing for a few years, it actually brings me so much comfort ❤️ You deserve to know that you make that difference for someone.

Life is being....SOMETHING to me 😅😫😩So when I say that this message rejuvenated the very essence of my soul, I truly mean it ❤️❤️❤️

I've had some very rough nights recently, thanks to the wonders of ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ stress ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟI've got front row tickets to the "when it rains, it pours" show, and to add onto that, I started a whole new career where I'm *running a freaking business.* Yeah, sleep doesn't really happen as often as it should for me.

And because I'm still trying to sleep, I don't keep my mind operating at such a capacity that I could do anything worthwhile other than watch Tiktoks re-read through my series for shits and giggles, because I wrote it having wanted to read these things, and now I can go back and have fun reading the story that was once all jammed packed into my head. And in doing this, I tend to remember comments that made my entire day, month, year, and so I go into my inbox and just....I just read all the comments, over and over again, with such a profound, appreciative, ecstatic, blessed feeling in my heart.

The love that everyone has had for this series is what makes me still so deep in love with it today. And hearing that from people like you, who are so kind to take a minute of your time and express these things as if it were your first time ever reading the story...god, a girl couldn't be anymore lucky. Truly, #hashtag blessed.

My free time is far and few inbewteen these days (why did I decide to go run a freaking business 😳) but I promise you, no job will ever take this series away from me. I'm far too excited for everything that's yet to come, still to be written, and needs to be told, that I'll never leave this piece unfinished. Knowing that the pace it's taken isn't something that bother people does ease my nerves and calm me a bit, and I thank you so very much for expressing that and all the love alongside with it.

Chapter 9, Bachelor Party, is one BEAST of a chapter that's nearing closer and closer to finished every day. I hope for an update within the month or two. It contains a whooping 17 characters in a single scene, with character interactions we damn right deserved in the MCU. 2/3rds of the way done and and I think my inability to control the word count says enough about what to expect.

These characters have gone through far too much to rush through chapters now. In fact, the more things go on, the richer things get -- and to know amazing people like you are along for the ride...that's just so dam nifty. ❤️❤️❤️

[hime-bee]

no horni thoughts for this art, just admiring how beautiful and handsome ulpipi is, wanna smother him in kithes (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

and O H, ulpianus DEFINITELY has a size difference kink, he's a filthy old man who gets off to being called daddy, fucking the brattiness right out of you, and using your cunt as his breeding hole. and now he's aware of just how much bigger he is compared to you and getting off to that as well like the perverted old man he is♡ it doesn't help that you keep encouraging him, what with you always acting like a brat so he'll lose some self-control and make you take all of his seed until his balls are empty.

ulpianus always has to finger you before he properly fucks you; you somehow can never get used to just how thick his dick is despite always being so eager to get fucked by him. and he knows you like it because you're always grinding back into his fingers and clinging onto him, whining and moaning in pure ecstasy as you squirt all over his hand. ulpianus never really reacts much or says anything, but he's always closely watching each of your reactions and seems to be fascinated by the way you turn into a mess when he bullies your clit with his thumb.

but that still doesn't prepare you for when you've got the real deal twitching against your fingers as you guide it to your drooling cunt. just pushing the engorged tip past your folds takes time, with you choking out cute little noises when you finally manage to take it with a sudden pop! because the sudden sensation made you cum a little. and now you have to take the rest of him, all hard and thick flesh that makes your belly feel like it'll burst because he's too big. but godspeed to you when he sees the small lil tummy bulge that pops up and down with each of his angled thrusts, the realization is gonna turn him on like crazy. as always, he doesn't say anything, but when you feel a hand start to press down on the bump, you're letting out a series of cries and moans at the sudden pressure. good luck, now you've got an insanely horny old man who really likes seeing the proof that his dick is too big for your pussy <33

also consider ulpipi getting morning wood but being a stubborn old man about it and refusing to take care of himself so you either lazily ride him until he feels better. but just to mess with him a bit, you slide a plug into your pussy to keep aallll of his seed nice and stuffed up inside. why? he gives you a look and you respond with a grin," that way i'll always be thinkin' about you daddy~♡"

You're so valid, Lati, and your taste in art is immaculate (as expected 😌) I, too, am admiring Ulpipi's handsomeness,, 😳💙

MA'AM, YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE!?!!? I love filthy old men, especially the ones that try to deny it or act like they're not kinky and obsessed with cute girls that shamelessly flirt with them (you're feeding their ego, however small it is, it's still present, y'know). You're gonna tell me that doesn't get him going?? A breedable little thing all but throwing herself at him and teasing him until he has no choice but to put her in her place?? 😩💦 GOD, THE CHOKEHOLD THIS MAN HAS ON ME IS ACTUALLY CRAZY--

Also mrmrprhhgp but consider.... Instead of riding him to help with his morning wood... You press your ass up against his erection and just rub up against him until he gets up and does something about it 😌 It's your problem, old man, you deal with it! I'm a liar, I'd ride that man silly fr

[naniskys]

BRUH TEACHER JAN SLANDER IN MY TIMELINE FINALLY FUCK SHE WAS OKAY AT FIRST BUT TBH SOMETIMES I SKIP HER PARTS ALREADY I DONT KNOW WHY SHE SUDDENLY BECAME A BIG PART OF THE STORY LIKE IS IT ALSO LIKE THAT ON THE OG SERIES? ALSO THE WAY SHE WANTS TO TREAT THE STUDENTS IN A GENTLE WAY I MEAN OKAY YOU TRY IT BUT IF IT'S NOT WORKING THEN DON'T DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN YOU'RE STUDENTS ARE FUCKING ASS THEY'RE PART OF GANGS PLEASE STOP BEING A CRYBABY LIKE LITERALLY I HATED HER CHARACTER SO MUCH IM SORRY IT'S JUST IT'S SO PICK ME I DON'T LIKE THE WAY HER CHARACTER WAS CREATED DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HER VOICE OVER ON THE LAST PART WHY THE FUCK IS SHE THE ONE DOING IT I HATE IT SO MUCH

PLUS IM SEEING PEOPLE FUCKING SHIPPING HER WITH SAINT ARETHEY OUT OF THEIR FUCKING MINDS

THIS !! she was fine at the start and i would have liked her fine if they wrapped up her story more quickly, but WHY THE FUCK WAS SHE CRYING WHINING AT EVERY LITTLE THING???? that's fine for an ep or two, but if you're not learning from it by then, that's on you 😭 i haven't seen the og but i heard that it had more focus in general on the side characters than hsf, but surely the kru jan equivalent wasn't *this* insufferable 😩

also i will never get over the damn voiceover on the motorcycle scene. the entire scene was one of my favs until she started yapping (i mean it still is but i am annoyed lol), but i especially love this shot of their hands. BUT GUESS WHAT???? i missed it when i watched the ep the first time around because i started skipping it as soon as the voiceover started, i was so done™️

like sure she has her expectations or whatever with her dad but it felt so incongruous with the rest of the storyline i'm like????? no one cares?????? pretty much all the other side stories tied in together to some level, but this was just soooo 🫠🫠

not even gonna comment on the shipping because. what.

[airenyah]

Hey, thanks for answering my ask! No worries about timing of replying, it's just me ranting my love for Style in your inbox! It's been a blast reading your meta every week and I appreciate your taking time to give attention and love to details. I actually had a lot of help understanding Style's actions in the first 2 eps because of your post.

THK finale aired and the only complaint I have in regards to Style is he only wore crop top once!? One of the best, and I understand it's too risky to wear during prison visits, but I hoped to see one after the brothers were out of prison. Whelp, but he'll always be legendary for his style ;)

And I'll def watch Summer Nights! I was watching Only Friends while THK aired and about to finish and needed another series to watch after that. Do you mind if I send you asks again for that..? I have a feeling I'll enjoy it as well :)

haha yeah to be honest, i still feel like my metas are quite rushed 🤣

i'm glad my first post helped you understand!! when i wrote it, i actually hadn't been planning on making this a whole meta series 😂

that post mainly came to be because i saw people say things like "style is so bad at flirting" and i was so confused because to me it was so obvious what style was doing and why?? like, yes he says flirty shit, but his INTENTION isn't flirting at all whatsoever. he has very different motivations for saying the things he says and so of course the flirting would be bad and would not be working bc the goal was never actual flirting anyway, you know? but apparently people weren't understanding this and so my very first meta post came to be and then it kinda turned into the behemoth it is now bc i was having so much fun with it. oops 🤣

(it's also funnny going back, because even for my first post people were all "omg this is so detailed" but now in comparison to my later post, the first few just barely scratch the surface ESP the one for ep1+2 dfkjdsfjk) (i wonder if anyone would be interested in reading it if i went back and looked at the first two eps again in more detail, looking at almost every line the way i'm doing now 🤔)

true on the lack of crop tops in the finale but tbh what offended me more was the lack of a wedding (or at least a proper wedding proposal)!!!! IF NO FADELSTYLE WEDDING THEN WHY FOUR (4!!!) MARRIAGE REFERENCES????? 😩😩😩

hoping and praying for and manifesting a special episode or two 🙏🙏🙏🙏

YES, DO MESSAGE ME ABOUT IT!!!! i've been meaning to binge the complete show ever since i watched the final episode and i've also been meaning to make (and kinda lowkey promised @titkos--sideblog to make) more gifs of it. hopefully i'll get round to it once i'm out of my thk era dfgjkkjsdjkdsg

also!! when you're done with summer night, can i interest you in a bit of mafia the series? 👉👈🥺

i'm on a mission to get as many people to watch mafia the series as possible, because it's without a question one of the best things that has ever happened to me. i just don't wanna say too much about it, because i think it's better to go into the series knowing as little as possible. i went in for joong, having certain expectations based on the poster, and let me tell you, it was an Experience™

[hood-ex]

As someone who’s run a largely vld centric blog since 2017: respectfully, why would you do that to yourself.

But also I went straight from blorbo-fixating on Keith to Dick earlier this year; I think they’re kind of similar in certain ways even if it’s definitely not obvious on the surface. On the surface Dick would probably get compared more to Lance, maybe Shiro but probably not that much.

Anyways I hope you’re having fun but I recommend stopping the moment it stops being fun because it doesn’t really get better after whenever you stop having fun (have you seen that one chart of the ratings for every season??? 💀) and it’s such a train crash at the end that despite fixating on the show for… 6 years? (👵🏻) I have not rewatched it since the day the final season dropped, a whole 5 years ago. Killed any interest I had in revisiting it in its entirety on the spot. I’ll still go to bat for the animation, the music, the voice acting, etc, basically everything but the writing. I don’t want to sound too down on it if you’re enjoying it and I remember it being really fun in the beginning but like. Beware I guess, because I joined exactly at the midpoint of its run and it was the start of it all going downhill but we didn’t know that at the time and I really wish I’d known what I was getting into. Then again, I was 16 and way too invested in that show; it probably doesn’t matter that much. But yeah have fun!

(Also you said a while back that you were watching Being Human UK and the venn diagram between VLD ‘fans’, BH fans and DC/Nightwing fans is seemingly non existent, so welcome!!)

Peaky Blinders was actually what I meant to try and watch this weekend, but I fell asleep during the first episode, so decided I might as well give it up and go watch something else instead 😆.

If I got through all the nonsense that went on in SPN, I can probably handle the bumps and avalanches that come with Voltron 😆. No but yeah it sucks when a good series starts to fray apart in the later seasons.

Lol you just reminded me that I never finished Being Human. I stopped two episodes before Mitchell died 😩.