#whilst gary is giving him a drink

[pretendfan]

{I need you}

🖤Raylan Givens x Winona Hawkins🖤

{S1 episode12: The time when Winona visits Raylan late one night at his motel room, reimagined with more smut and conversation between the characters}

A/N: This is exactly what happens when I start watching a new show and I get invested, this is just a practice story of getting used to writing Raylan, none of this was asked for or probably makes sense but here it is🤣Givens brainrot💀but that gif thou “he gimme that look, the panties coming off…”

{Warnings: 18 plus ONLY, nothing but net smut, if harlequin romance wrote smut, cheesy but hot, loosely based on scene from season one, teasing, oral sex (both parties), p in v, happy endings, minor argument}

🖤3.1k🖤

Wrestling with the idea of either closing his eyes for a quick rest, or refilling his glass with more bourbon, Raylan Givens makes his choice then instantly regrets it when he hears a soft knock at his door.

There were few people who knew of the US Marshal’s whereabouts at this motel, he was just out of Harlan but Raylan knew that folk talked, so anyone could be here for a little chit chat on someone else’s behalf right now to try and put the wind up him.

…Raylan Givens had a lot of enemies, but he wouldn’t have it any other way, enjoying the chase was a perk of his job amongst others of course.

Being back in Kentucky for too long already he wondered again who it was calling at this late hour, taking a generous gulp of his drink he puts the tumbler down, hoping the visitor behind the door at least was a friendly one as he gets up from his bed.

What with Boyd and his dad Bo up to their usual bullshit, whilst Arlo was still performing his old tricks as well, and then there was Ava who was currently giving him the cold shoulder. These thoughts causing Raylan to grab his gun by the bedside table, just in case, because it could be absolutely anyone waiting to speak with him.

Sure he had a name for himself being both quick to judge and on the draw, gun happy he wasn’t Raylan just knew when to shoot first, defusing a situation with one glance which was exactly how he had ended up here back in his hometown.

Shaking these ridiculous thoughts from his mind Raylan slowly opens the motel door, and is shocked to see his ex wife, but the moment passes when he swiftly ushers her inside the room.

Quickly trying to gage the look on Winona’s face but even after all this time, he couldn’t help but stare down at her and get lost in those damn blue eyes, the ones that had watched him leave time and time again.

“What’s happened-“

“It’s nothing, I shouldn’t even be here.” Winona states looking away from Raylan, eyeing the door like she had just made a huge mistake.

“Is it your husband Gary again-“

“Are you surgically attached to that damn hat of yours?” Winona asks with a laugh cutting off her ex husband, whose dark brown eyes are rewarding her with a heavy stare.

“Is that why you’re here to talk about my damn hat!”Raylan stops talking when he looks down, to see Winona removing the gold wedding band from her left hand.

“I’m here for you.” Winona explains eyes wide as she glances at Raylan, who in turn removes his hat from his head revealing dark dishevelled hair.

“Clearly but why is that-“ Raylan starts to ask but is cut off, when Winona takes a single step forward, and then she kisses him purposefully on the lips.

Raylan leans closer into the embrace unsure where to place his hands, so he puts one on Winona’s right hip ever so gently, causing her to entwine both of her hands into his white tank top with a tight grip.

Moments later she pulls away like a skittish animal placing a hand over her lips, watching Raylan whose brown eyes are trained on her causing Winona to smile widely despite herself.

“That-“

“Shouldn’t have happened.” Cuts in Winona with a quick nod, whilst trying to keep her voice firm but it’s no good, she knew exactly why she was here and resisting was never her strong point.

“Well it looks like you enjoyed it.” Raylan informs Winona with a smirk on his handsome face, him moving nearer to his ex wife who looked like she also wanted to have some fun.

Raylan remembered the signs and seeing how Winona was breathing heavily, eyes gliding over his form, whilst her hands were balled tightly into fists he knew that he was moments away from providing her with some relief.

“I know why you are here.” Raylan states with a smug smile unable to look away, watching as Winona undoes the belt around her long pea green coat which makes him momentarily forget how to breathe.

“I need you.” Winona declares in a soft voice as he watches her pull off her coat, revealing black lace underwear to match those black heels which were in fact driving him wild.

Raylan didn’t need to be told twice as he tipped his head to kiss Winona, who invited him back in tongue and all as they made out almost like desperate teenagers, whilst he guided her onto the edge of his bed.

Standing in front of Winona he looks down to watch her hands make short work of his belt, closely followed by his pants zip as Raylan shrugs off his white tank top, then pulls gently on the back of her hair to remove the clip that resided there.

Looking up from her task in hand Winona smiles up at Raylan, who was taking in her curly brown hair spread across her shoulders, and the curve of her breasts in that lacy bra that should be on his motel floor by now.

Reaching a hand round her back to unclip said item of clothing, Raylan gives Winona a confused glance when she moves his hand away, a playful look bringing out the pretty features on her face.

“My turn first.” Winona states with a bite of her bottom lip as she uses both hands, to free Raylan from the confines of his pants, eliciting a warm groan from his mouth as she takes his thick cock in her right hand.

With her thumb circling around the head of his cock Winona grips her hand tighter around Raylan, who she notices has his mouth parted gently, whilst his eyes are watching her every move so it was time to put on a show.

Removing her hand suddenly Winona continues to look up at Raylan, who was hard and ready but she just wanted to tease him a little first, spreading kissing from the top of his thighs to that damn V shaped muscle he had silhouetted on either side of his hips.

Raylan’s whole body jerks when Winona finally licks the head of his penis, then opening her mouth starts to take him with the help of her tongue and the muscle memory of doing this many times before.

When he is as deep in her mouth as he could go, Winona hears groaning from Raylan as he strokes the back of her head, and she continues to lick the underside of his cock whilst sucking hard on his full firm length.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” Raylan hisses as he places another hand on Winona’s head, which makes her start to suck sloppily as he guides her, his breath quickening which causes his thighs to shake.

Winona doesn’t relent she wants to suck him dry as she continues her tempo, re introducing her hand to grip onto his length until a moment or two later the hot sting of his release hits the back of her throat.

The noises and soft swearing that escapes from Raylan’s lips make Winona groan, swallowing his seed and not missing a drop of the salty nectar, until he gently pulls her away from him.

“Wow.” Raylan declares followed by another slew of curse words until he then states “Now it’s my turn.”

“I’m the one making-“

“Stand up.” Raylan cuts Winona off in a deep authoritative voice, that has her doing exactly as she was damn told for once whilst he steps out of his pants.

Mouths entwined once again Raylan gently pushes Winona onto the bed, she complies and lays down on her back hair spread angelically behind her, but the look on her face told a completely different story.

Raylan places a hand on either side of her head as he hovers above Winona, who he sees still has that look on her face the one that always got him into bed, but now it was his turn to make her lose all control.

Tracing kisses down her front Raylan stops at one of her breasts, following the curve with his tongue causing Winona to arch her back in response, covering his mouth over her nipple still encased in the bra which briefly annoys him.

Treating the other breast with the same respect, Raylan focuses on the task at hand unable to resist pinching her nipple, which causes Winona to gasp as their eyes lock and he grins back looking cocky.

“I still know what you like.” Teases Raylan with a dark chuckle.

“Well stop talking and put that mouth to work then.” Winona states with a lick of her bottom lip.

“Yes ma’am.” Raylan nod with a smile reconnecting his lips to bare skin, as he lowers his head and traces kisses, down south towards Winona’s belly button pausing to look up and see her watching him very carefully.

Placing his hands on her hips Raylan holds Winona in place, brown eyes focused on the black lace underwear tracing the fabric with his thumbs, whilst letting out a hot breath that he wasn’t even aware he’d been holding.

“Ass up beautiful.” Raylan demands watching as Winona silently does what he asks of her again, letting him pull down the underwear to reveal heaven as he almost forgets what he was in fact doing.

Winona kicks away the second to last item of clothing, whilst Raylan moves backwards off the bed to settle on the ugly motel carpet, on his knees naked as the day he was born but with a wide smile on his face.

Moving closer Raylan starts to kiss Winona’s soft inner thigh, but not without using his tongue on the other side, he liked to do things properly eyes darkening as he takes in her pussy and like a man possessed he darts out his tongue.

Licking along her pussy lips with a purpose as his mouth meets her clit, the tip of his tongue teasing the bud of delight when he hears Winona sigh, like sweet music to his ears causing his cock to jerk in response.

It’s when he covers his whole mouth over the throbbing peak of nerves, that Winona cries out hands launching out to grab onto anything, catching one of his muscled arms and forehead as she lifts up off the bed.

“You need to stay still.” Raylan states lifting his head up to see Winona with glazed eyes, biting her bottom lip so sharply he was sure he would soon see blood.

“What if I don’t?” Winona asks with an arched eyebrow aimed in her ex husbands direction.

“I will stop-“

“Fine by me I don’t need you, I know what I like.” Winona retorts flippantly always on the defensive with Raylan, even during sex it seemed but this time she knew she was right.

Raylan watches with a choked breath as Winona uses her right hand to spread her wet lips, showing him exactly how she liked it with those lithe fingers of hers, which was a sight to behold but he desperately wanted to taste her again.

“You just keep those magic fingers of yours there.” Raylan informs Winona grabbing her wrist to move her hands upwards.

Watching as she places two tips of her fingers over that pretty pink bud, Raylan’s cock leaking from the sight but he uses his own fingers this time, watching as he pushes one inside of her pussy then uses his tongue to taste her delicious sweetness once again.

“Holy shit!” Winona whines as she moves her left hand from Raylan’s forehead to his thick hair, tugging at the front which causes him to grunt back but carry on devouring her pussy regardless.

Introducing a second finger Raylan feels Winona’s fingers rubbing harder over her clit, he could sense she was getting close especially when her pussy gripped his fingers even tighter, making him wish she was riding his cock right this second.

Pushing her hand away Raylan quickly covers his mouth once more over her mound, tongue exploring the sweet yet tangy flavour, groaning when he feels Winona yank his hair harder at the very same time that she finds her release.

Raylan rides out Winona’s orgasm with his mouth firmly attached to her pussy, his tongue feeling her walls spasm as she soaked his face with her juices, until she is yanking his head away by his hair taking deep breaths as she finally lays still.

“That was-“

“Think you could fuck me?” Winona ask with a wry smile, when she sees what Raylan is packing, his penis which was cocked and ready for some action.

“What do you think?” Raylan questions but not waiting for an answer, as he drops onto the bed manoeuvring himself, so Winona was now on top of him.

Raylan watches in awe as Winona finally removes the lace bra to reveal her breasts, arching himself up so he could finally taste her nipples, enjoying the feeling of them hardening on his tongue.

Placing his hands on top of her thighs to hold her down, feeling the head of his cock brush against Winona’s wet lips causing him to rock his hips, then curse as she lowers herself onto his shaft hands moving to her waist instead gripping tightly.

“Good girl, taking me so well.” Raylan states when Winona is fully seated on him, eyes closed whilst her hands hold firm onto his broad shoulders.

“Can I ride you now?” Winona asks opening her eyes to reward him with a sexy wink.

“Like a rodeo horse use me however you want, because I have got the best seat in the house.” Raylan laughs teasingly but the sound soon fades, when he feels Winona start to move on his hard cock.

Moving her hands from Raylan’s shoulders she slides them down the hard plains of his chest, feeling his muscles spasm under her palms as his chest hair tickles her fingers, but right now she was more interested in being fucked the good old fashioned way.

Winona cups her breasts with her hands noticing the look on Raylan’s face, so she continues to play which he clearly appreciates, because he starts to desperately thrust upwards causing him to hit her sweet spot over and over.

This causes Winona’s pussy muscles to clamp down hard on his cock, with Raylan clenching his teeth together because he was being milked, and he wasn’t going to last much longer so he speeds up which makes her cry out above him.

“I’m coming!” Winona shouts as she places her hands back, onto Raylan’s now damp chest, as she feels her orgasm rinse her body dry and a various array of noises escape from her mouth.

Pretty soon Raylan finds himself following Winona as he jerks his hips once more, then feels his release as he chases his high shallow thrusts causing Winona to groan, until he finally relaxes back down on the bed.

“Did I just make you meow?” Raylan asks Winona continuing before she can reply “I’ve never made a woman meow before!”

“And you still haven’t-“

“Are you sure?” Raylan asks cutting off Winona with a laugh, as he opens his arms wide and she moves off him, welcoming his embrace in the heat of the moment.

“Definitely sure Raylan.” Winona smiles as she catches him staring at her, suddenly feeling safe in his arms burying her head in his neck for extra comfort.

Silence ensues as both parties are lost in their own thoughts, still holding each other close as if it was all they had, because in some ways they always seemed to find one another each and every time.

Moments later Winona breaks away from Raylan’s arms, avoiding the look on his face as she gets up from the lumpy bed, attempting to locate her underwear in the dimly lit room.

“One for the road?” Raylan asks causing Winona to look up eyes wide, but then she rolls them after spotting him point at the bottle of bourbon on his bedside table.

“Shouldn’t you have offered me a damn drink first?” Winona questions with a smirk getting dressed back into her underwear, she then locates her heels and steps into them.

“Maybe next time-“

“Raylan.” Winona warns whilst putting her pea green coat back on, then placing a hand into her pocket to retrieve the gold wedding band putting it back onto her left hand.

“What did I say now?” Raylan begins with a snort sitting up on the bed, watching as Winona wraps herself away in her coat then gives him one to those looks like he was in trouble.

“You haven’t said anything-“

“You were the one to come round here and see me!” Raylan cuts off Winona in a stern tone which she didn’t appreciate right now.

“Well you were very quick to turn me away weren’t you?” Retorts Winona raising her voice because she hated to be told facts that she already knew.

“Let’s not kid ourselves here-“

“No, we shouldn’t because this was nothing and I need to go!” Winona declares with a look that signalled this was all over.

“Fine by me!” Raylan shrugs as he watches Winona stare at him once more, a small smile on her face but then she quickly turns to leave, causing him to share a vacant grin with his motel room.

Trouble in the homestead he didn’t care about, but all Raylan knew was that he was a better man than Gary, yet Winona hadn’t stayed with him which still hurt more than it should’ve even after all these years.

Winona was the only woman to have such a chokehold on him, even now as he let her walk away feeling like a loser all over again, knowing that he would need to talk to his ex wife about this at a later date.

For now though he just needed to locate his pants and finish off his drink, in that order maybe treating himself to a couple more shots, because he was now wide awake and all he could smell was his ex wife’s perfume on his bedsheets.

What unfolded had been fun of course it was exactly what he needed most nights, but Raylan was left wanting more something unheard of normally, but Winona always knew how to play with his heart.

Pants back on Raylan finishes his drink in one swift gulp, then pours himself another which follows the same demise, until he lays back down on his bed grabbing his hat to place back over his face.

…because he definitely wasn’t answering again if anyone else knocked on his damn door.

[forensicated]

Found a rather long list of quotes on an external HD whilst sorting. I assume it's from Sierra-Oscar as otherwise I don't remember compiling it, especially as they're not all the fun ones! So below - the first two pages! Will add more here and there.

*Mickey and Duncan are going to see Santa, who is now rehearsing for Panto* Mickey: "He's behind you!" Duncan: "Oh, no he's not!" Mickey: Tell you what - it is a right laugh at murder….gallous humour me governor calls it Mickey: Good old Debbie with that big fat mouth of hers. Mickey: He held me in his arms…the grumpy old DCI….gruff Jack Meadows the guv’nor….he let me hug him…. Andrea: Really? Tell me more? Mickey: I could tell you loads girl, but I’d have to shoot ya! Andrea: What about Inspector Gold, she’s a right character! Mickey: Well she is a bit of an old dragon…..rumour has it that her and Okaro had an affair….in about 1922… Andrea: *laughs* come off it….she’s not that old….*drinks* Her and Okaro were a couple?! Eva: *walks up behind and slams the evidence bag on the table* CCTV Footage….Alan Shields office… Andrea: I….I better be going…. Mickey: Yeah….see you later…. Andrea: See you later….. *walks off* Mickey: timing….I was in there! Eva: I’ll buy a hat for the wedding….come on….. Debbie: She’s going to MIT? Jack: Do you have a problem with that? Debbie: No - I just…err… Mickey: Don’t kid yourself Debbie….please!!! Debbie: *Scottish accent* Something about the crime scene just didn’t add up, so I thought I’d flutter my incredibly long eyelashes at the DI…I mean I’m so clever! Mickey: Debbie… *Debbie looks round and sees Andrea stood behind her* Mickey: You sticking around? Andrea: Well, I’d love to….but I’ve gotta be somewhere else… Kerry: Oooh - a man!? Andrea: Just a friend! *walks off* Mickey: I thought I was in there! Kerry: You and every man in the place…..where’s my drink? Mickey: So - you’re gonna be training with my squad for 6 months….you reckon you can handle it? Eva: I’ll be showing you up mate! Mickey: Ooh come and have a go girl if you think you’re hard enough!

Smithy: The lido? Reg: Yeah - open air swimming pool….actually that one’s the scene of my triumph as a young man….. Smithy: What triumph? *Reg beckons him on, Smithy sighs and follows* Mr Hipkiss: It’s kids….they get in via the broken security grills…. Smithy: Well perhaps you need to replace the broken security grills…. Smithy: Alright every one, listen up, we’re all really pleased that Des has been nicked, and by us, not MIT….but we need to decide how we’re gonna handle him…so…off the record, no rank *sits down* Phil: Who’s on custody? June: I am Phil: Can you sort out the CCTV? June: Why? Phil: Cos some of us might like to pay Des a visit….you know what I mean… Tony: Well forget it….you heard what the Super said…anything happened to Des while he’s here, and his brief will have a field day! Phil: He killed 6 coppers Tony! Tony: Yeah – and they were my friends – not yours! Nick: And mine….you saying I shouldn’t spit in his food? Tony: Well if you do that Nick, where we gonna draw the line? Nick: *looks at Smithy* Speak freely right? Cool….well personally Tony I’d like to kick his head in….are you telling me that you wouldn’t? Tony: Yes I am…. Nick: Right…. Smithy: Ok…let’s calm down…now Des has made fools out of us for a long time….and I know we’d like to pay him back for that…and we are gonna get our chance…. Nick: Yes we will…. Smithy: Yeah – in a court of law Tony: Hear hear… Smithy: What if Des stands up in court and says we intimidated him? Who knows….he might even walk free…..what would the families of the people who died think of us then? Gary: Scum…. Smithy: Let’s not give him a glimmer of hope…. Phil: Oh come on! Smithy: Nobody touches him, nobody spits in his food….no-one even looks at him funny….while he’s in this nick, we treat him like royalty! Phil: Royalty! Are you taking the mick? June: Well I agree with Smithy….show him we’ve got a bit of bloody dignity – even if he hasn’t…..*all stand up and leave* Polly: Well said Tone…. Tony: Cheers Pol…I’m not too sure Nick isn’t right though! Smithy "But if I am right, and he was raped, he'll need support won't he?" Debbie (under her breath) "Lucky him!"

Smithy - 'But our clubs just a bit of a laugh, that's all.' Gina - 'Not if Gabriel Kent's behind it all.' Smithy - 'What's your problem with Gabriel?' Gina - 'Cos he's bad news. And you'll find that out in your own sweet time.' Gina: I quoted him word for word. He said you're a homophobe... Smithy: Not at all Gina: ...that you're a disgrace on the service... Smithy: That's not right Gina: ...and - and this is the part I particularly like - that you're probably just trying to hide your own side underneath it all! Gina: *To Smithy* "You've got a couple of keen officers. *Smithy looks puzzled.* Beauty and the Beast?" Smithy: "Sorry Ma'am?" Gina: "PC's Young and Taviner."

[visfar-the-101]

this really should be one of those draw the squad photos

[zingaplanet]

A bit of last post-MNF insta live of the season recap from the Carraville double trouble:

1. Them being absolute schooldorks waving and laughing at Dave in the next car in traffic (I genuinely at this point strongly worry for jonesy's mental health and the amount of intense parenting he has to do every season) and then basically ADMITTING that they need someone to look after them on the show and keep them in check (see? I told you, school boys) otherwise they'll go absolutely off the rails, not that we haven't seen a glimpse of what that'd be like in that last 15 mins of mnf today.

2. JUST THEM BASICALLY CHECKING EACH OTHER'S WEEKLY PLANS WITH A PRETEXT OF DOING IT FOR THE CAMERA OK. (What u doin on Sunday--, Who're u goin with, u gonna be there on friday, etc.) I mean Gary literally asked whether Carra's going by plane or by bus, WHAT AIRLINE COMPANY HE'S GOING FOR, HIS DAY-BY-DAY PLAN IN PARIS (WHOT). All I can say is, repeating his very own words, gary "have you not got any discretion?"

3. Them just absolutely roastin Thierry Henry is an absolute banger tbh. Carra and Gary goin about Henry drinking in his fancy french candle lit restaurant with his fancy red wine whilst gary having an absolute laugh imagining his scouse half gettin absolutely pissed on cheap alcohol with a french legend during the CL final?? Comedy gold. (Also whether they realised it or not, they kinda gave away the differences between their relationship with each other and the relationship that they have with other pundits, like Jamie with Henry and Micah for instance. Jamie seems to unthinkingly opens up to Gary saying he never really has a drink with Henry, and maybe almost a bit too honest forgetting he's on camera by saying he's a bit relieved Man City didn't get through because he doesn't really know what to feel if he has to do the CL finals with Micah. Meanwhile, we know he never has a problem doing massive games for Liv United with Gary, it's the absolute trust of back and forth balance they've danced throughout so many years and knowing everything'll be just the same between them afterwards no matter what).

4. This is the bit that gets me, really. It's so subtly thoughtful and a bit out of the blue that there's no way Gary's not saying this for a reason. So Gaz brought up the recent media controversy about Stevie hyping up his villa team and giving extra emotional passion in the game against City to help Liverpool win the league. He then literally says that this is absolute nonsense, and very bravely calls out that it's just media spinning. He said that Stevie's thinking absolutely nothing but winning the game for Villa and doing the best job he can as he always did, because of his absolute mentality as a top manager at a top level team.

The funny thing was that Carra was completely silent during this whole topic as he has been the past few weeks and Gary didn't even turn to ask his inputs as he always did. That's when I realised what an absolutely kind act of caring this is. It's a bit of a given that Carra can't really say anything about his best mate and it's a very difficult position for him considering it's both Stevie and Liverpool and he almost always had to thread on a very thin line every time the media asked him about his relationship with Stevie as the Aston Villa manager these days.

I think Gary's completely aware of this. That's why he's doing the talking for him. It's the silent supporting pat that I think speaks volume of their trust for each other, a don't worry, I got this one.

And at the end, when Gary was joking that he would leave Sky if Liverpool wins the quadruple, Carra immediately challenges him to get him to say it on record because he knows Gary won't break a promise and wants a reassurance that he'll deny it.

I'd say love takes many form lads, but one of them is definitely the relief look on Jamie Carragher's face when Gary Neville said he's never leaving Sky (and a certain someone) again.

[popes-jj]

Paradise on Earth - Pogues x Routledge!OC PART 1

Summary: this story follows Cassie Routledge, John B’s twin sister through the events of OBX seasons 1+2.

Parings: rafe x Routledge!oc + Routledge!oc x the pogues + some JJ x Routledge!oc + everyone else.

[specifically rafe x Routledge!oc] 

Disclaimer: kind of fanon rafe in some future parts, this is not condoning this type of relationship or Rafes behaviour, this is not me saying anything, it is just a story. Also in this, I have changed Rafe to be 18 and OC & the pogues are 17 in s1 not 16 :)

Warnings: mentions of drugs/drug use, mentions of death, violence, mention of violence, sexual innuendos, mentions of sex (not detailed), toxic relationships, unhealthy relationships, sad content, psychotic behaviour/tendencies, bad mental health, abuse, sexual language, swearing. (I think that is all)

This is my own work but I do not own OBX or their storyline or characters!!!

MASTERLIST

The Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth.. or so they say. For people like Cassie Routledge, it was just home. Well, the cut was at least, born and raised where she lived with her brother and father, that was until her father went missing 9 months ago. Lost at sea..

It had been hard for Cassie and John B since their fathers disappearance, they lived alone in their 'Chateau'. They tried their best to cope with the bills that just seemed to very stop, and their friends constant need to party and drink, not that the two didn't partake, they did of course. Cassie's day to day was mostly parties and constant noise from their friend group.

They all proudly call themselves Pogues, all of them being born and raised in The Cut, almost all anyway, Kiara was the only exception to that, have being a Kook initially, but they welcomed her in the Pogue life.

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"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" Cassie opened her eyes to Popes voice breaking the groups comfortable silence. "I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival." Cassie rolled her eyes, looking up at her brother that was balancing on top of the buildings roof. Idiot.

"Hm.." John B licked his finger, pointing it to the air. Everyone's attention now on the boy above. "Should I do it?" He asked, a smile on his face.

"Yeah you should jump. I'll shoot you on the way down." Pope laughed, holding a drill tool up towards the Routledge boy.

"Yeah, let's see if you can break both legs at once." Cassie spoke up, standing up from her position on the floor. Hand over her eyes so she could get a proper look at her brother. This wasn't uncommon for the group, to be sat around a construction site on a random evening, summer had just started and they had already found themselves to be bored.

"You'll shoot me?" John B spoke, amused by the boy below.

"Yep."

The two made shooting noises to each other, JJ and Cassie locked eyes, and laughed slightly to each other, amused at the two boys being stupid.

Kiara stormed out of the unfinished building, clearly annoyed. "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers.."

"Of course!" JJ spoke up, "Why wouldn't they?"

"This used to be a turtle habitat but who cares about the turtles, I guess.." Kiara said, looking around.

"I can't have cold towels!" JJ joked.

Kiara looked up at John B, as he stood upon the roof still. "Can you not kill yourself please?" She asked.

"No!" Cassie whined, jokingly. "If he falls, I get a bigger room. John B, as you were." She smiled at her brother who faked being hurt, putting on a fake frown at her.

"Wow, feelings are hurt, Cassandra."

"Oh, shut up." She rolled her eyes at the use of her full name, she walked over and climbed up and perched herself to be sat next to JJ on some scaffolding, snatching the beer from his hands and taking a sip.

"Don't spill that beer, I'm not giving you another one!" JJ shouted up.

John B lifted his leg up, trying to balance on the edge of the roof, his beer falling from his hand and slamming against the deck. "Good job!" Cassie put her thumbs up to her brother who just laughed.

"Of course you did! Right when I asked you not to." JJ laughed as John B groaned about his fallen beer.

"A plus!" Pope clapped.

"HEY!" A deep male voice shouted.

"Hey, uh, security's here." Pope said calming, leaning over the wooden railing. "Let's wrap it up."

"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll." JJ called to John B.

JJ hopped down off the scaffolding and held his arms out of Cassie. "M'lady" Cassie took the help down and ran off into the house with her friends, all laughing as they did so.

The guards chased the group through the house, trying to catch them, almost catching JJ as he slid over the floor. The five of them hopped the fence and made it to their van, 'The Twinkie', John B in front seat, Cassie hopped in next to him in the passenger seat. Kiara made it to the back and left the van door open for JJ and Pope to hop in as they had small trouble getting over the fence.

They all laughed as they continued down the road, van door wide open as JJ jokingly called after the guard that was chasing them down on foot. "C'mon Gary!" JJ taunted.

"You're gonna give him a heart attack!" Kiara laughed.

"I don't know, Kie, I think he looks thirsty!" Cassie called out from the front.

"I think you are right, Cass. Hey, Gary! Want a beer?" JJ threw a beer at the running security guard, "They don't pay you enough, bro!"

"JJ, stop! Stop." Kiara sternly told the blonde boy.

"Oh, C'mon. That sort of the initiative is begging to be punished." JJ laughed, looking back at the guard. They closed the van door and continued on their drive, laughing whilst doing so.

"Okay, so, party tonight?" JJ spoke up as he rolled a blunt, resting his head against the back of the drivers seat.

"Is that even a question at this point?" Cassie asked, holding her hand out to the blonde boy. He placed the blunt in her hand along with his lighter. She studied the lighter for a second, rubbing her thumb over the words 'JJ' that was carved into the silver lighter.

"No.. well- I don't know. Sometimes Pope isn't fun Pope and has to 'study'" JJ made quote signs in the air with his hands awkwardly, watching as the Routledge girl placed the blunt between her lips and lit it. "Pope?" He asked, turning away to look at the boy.

"It's summer, J." Pope looked around confused, unsure if the boy was making a bad joke.

"Great! Lovely to hear!" JJ clapped his hands together and turned back to Cassie. "Cassie, if I may?" Cassie handed him back the blunt reluctantly, getting a small glare from John B.

parts 1-3 up on my wattpadd now :)

[isthisthingeven0n]

knowing you : s.r

spencer has been a regular at your cafe for a few months, and after working up the courage to ask you on a date he disappears out of the blue without an explanation. (2.4k)

knowing you / forgetting you / remembering you / with or without you / starting over, with you 

There were elements to your job that you had a love/hate relationship with. The mornings where you woke up before the sun fully had, dealing with rude customers deprived of their first dose of caffeine along with the pseudonyms they provide you with (which you’ve learned you can’t always yell out as the elders freak out.) And lastly, your staff (but they tended to lean heavier on the love side of things.)

Yet, amongst all of it, you still managed to smile by the time you closed up in the evening. You adored your little cafe, though it was never heaving with people, it was comfortable.

“Hey, look who’s hovering outside.” Your colleague, Maggie nudges you playfully as you glance over the counter to the large window filled with your menu written in calligraphy.

And standing in front of it, the quiet smart guy you’ve grown fond of; Spencer.

A smile grows across your face, but you hide your head in the steam that rises from the milk for a second. “It’s been what, two days since he was last here?” Maggie quips, waiting for you to comment.

“Everyone’s gotta get coffee somewhere, Mags.” You remind her, brushing it off.

Spencer was a customer at the end of the day, just like everyone else. Just because he came to your cafe doesn’t mean he’s here for anything more than his double espresso and a blueberry muffin. Even if your heart wished it could be more.

Pushing open the door, the little bell sounds and Spencer looks up before smiling over to you. “Morning, Spencer.” You beam as you lean across the counter as Spencer eyes up the various pastries and paninis you had to offer this morning.

“Hi,” Spencer speaks quietly, clutching his satchel across his chest. “could I get a double espresso and two muffins, please?”

“A double?” Maggie pitches in, and Spencer looks over to your colleague who stands beside you, holding back her tongue as Spencer nods. 

“Caffeine stimulates a similar effect as the stress hormone cortisol, which is secreted in large amounts after an hour or two of waking up in the morning. It takes on the form of waking you up, making you believe you need the caffeine as, without it, you can have stomach aches, headaches and trembles.” Spencer rambles, and you nod in appreciation for the knowledge. “And I prefer a double.”

“Guess you like strong coffee, then.” Maggie mutters, giving you the eye as you smile to yourself.

Turning around you carry on prepping the machine as the espresso drips into the paper cup. “Two muffins, huh? Saving one for later?” You chuckle as you pick the two freshest muffins out that are still warm from the oven.

And then you hear it, Spencer’s awkward chortle that causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach and rise to your throat.

Swallowing the butterflies back down, you place the box onto the counter alongside his coffee, his name written across it with a smiley face.

“Well, I wanted to take one for my friend, Garcia. She’s been by here before, I don’t know if you’d remember her?” Spencer explains and watches you closely, noticing how your eyes drift off into deep thought and your tongue slips through your lower lip before you shake your head. “She probably complimented every single detail in the cafe, wore something colourful?” He adds, and suddenly your eyes light up as you remember.

“Penelope? How could I forget! I’ll give her a complimentary muffin if she comes in again.” You giggle, and Spencer’s eyes crinkle up as he accepts the small box and coffee.

“She’ll love that. Thank you.” Spencer states as he places the cash onto the counter and adds a few dollars to your tip jar- something you forget exists as it collects dust most days, but Spencer always leaves a three dollar tip.

“Thank you, Spencer. Have a good day.” You begin to turn away as you clean up the counter and coffee machine, missing the longing glance Spencer has before he heads to the door, but thankfully Maggie is watching like a hawk.

“Have a good day?” Maggie mutters, crossing her arms. “He was giving you the eyes, babe.” She comments, but you roll your eyes in response once more.

Picking up your tray, you move past the counter and over to clean up a table. “He wasn’t, Maggie.” You simply reply. 

“He was dear.” A new voice pitches in, one of your regulars, Annie. “Finding someone who looks at you like he does is a rare thing, I would know.” Annie’s focus drifts to the empty seat opposite her, one that has been vacant for a few months since her husband passed. 

“I don’t know, Annie,” You trail off, but some of your other regulars also comment on the small looks exchanged between you and Spencer. “Sorry. am I being interrogated in my own cafe?” You joke as three of your regulars laugh before returning to their own conversations. 

“Don’t let it slip out of your grasp, Y/n.” Annie finishes as she rises to her feet, leaving her mug with a few dollar bills underneath before walking out of the exit. 

Sighing deeply, you run your fingers through your hair as your mind goes blank, unable to apprehend how various people have seen you giving Spencer those soppy glances and the fact they might be reciprocated? 

You shrug it off, allowing your mind to return to work as another customer comes in, and your day can proceed as normal. 

*

“Bye guys,” You wave off your colleagues as Maggie closes the door behind her, leaving you to close up for the evening. 

It had been a fairly slow day, but Thursdays tended to be in the cafe so it wasn’t anything to worry about. 

As you walk around to the counter and bend down to collect the leftover cakes you hear the bell chime. “Sorry, we’re closed!” You call out, placing a few cakes away before lifting your head up to see a rather flustered Spencer. “Spencer?” 

Pushing his hair out of his face, Spencer sighs happily as he smiles to you. “Hi, I, I’m sorry I didn’t realise you closed at 6.” He rambles, a look of hopelessness in his gaze. “I’ll head out, sorry for bothering you, Y/n.” 

Spencer turns around, but before he reaches the door, you stop him. “Spencer?” Immediately, Spencer awkwardly spins on his heels, facing you once more. “Would you like a coffee, one for the road anyway?” You shyly suggest, watching as Spencer’s smile only widens as he nods. 

“I’d love that, I, I only just got back from a work trip and thought I’d see if you were still open.” Spencer explains as you push aside your containers and take out a go cup. 

“That’s alright, I like to do what I can for my regulars.” You chuckle, placing the cup on the counter. As Spencer reaches into his satchel, you shake your head. “Oh don’t worry ‘bout it, Spencer.” You tell him and Spencer pauses. 

“I have to pay you, Y/n!” He laughs, but you insist. “Well, at least let me help you close up.” 

“Spencer it’s fine honestly. You’re probably tired as it is.” You shrug him off, expecting him to just walk out after that. 

But Spencer isn’t like any other guy, he takes a sip of his coffee and removes his satchel and places it on a chair. “Where do I start?” He questions, rolling the sleeves of his purple shirt up to his elbows, prepared for business. 

The sight makes you laugh lightly, he looks adorable in every sense which makes you slightly flustered. “Well erm,” You look around, trying to think of an easy job that’ll result in the least hassle for him. “how about you put these cakes away? I’ll drop them off to the food shelter on my way home.” You explain, motioning to the containers and Spencer nods, taking his place behind the counter whilst you clean the tables. 

Pausing from placing the cakes into containers, Spencer looks up in awe as you carry on cleaning. “Do you have any flaws?” He thinks to himself, knowing the answer rationally is yes, as every human being has 10 design flaws in the human body, but you personally, he can’t imagine any. 

“Did you say something, Spencer?” You quip, lifting your head up as Spencer quickly shakes his head, missing the smile on your lips as you hold back a soft laugh. 

“Which food bank do you take these to?” Spencer asks as you move onto your last table, picking up your small menus and coasters whilst you place them onto the chairs. 

“Usually the one two blocks over, but sometimes I stop on the way to Gary - he’s a homeless veteran who camps out under the bus shelter. He’s a good man, but life hasn’t been kind to him.” You explain, thinking how different his life could’ve been. “I’ve tried offering him a job here before, but he shakes uncontrollably.” 

“That sounds like a sign of PTSD, Veterans used to go undiagnosed during the war and suffered from vivid flashbacks, trembling, nausea and intrusive thoughts. Most were outcasted from society, but expected to adjust to normal life afterwards which is what leads many to the streets.” Spencer explains, and once he finishes, you raise an eyebrow. 

“And here I thought you were just a pretty face.” You chuckle, causing a blush to cross Spencer’s cheeks. “You’ve never told me what you do Spencer, outside of drinking heavy doses of caffeine.” 

Spencer rests his hands out over the ledge behind the counter as you walk over, discarding the cleaning supplies beside him. “I work for the FBI.” He starts, and you nod along, trying to hide your surprise. “For the BAU, the behavioural analysis unit. We analyse peoples behaviour to assist in cases around the country to help solve crimes.” Spencer explains simply, not wanting to overcomplicate the matter as your eyes widen. 

“So you analyse people’s behaviour? Does that mean you’ve analysed me?” You slowly trail off as you move away from Spencer and sit down at one of the tables, suddenly feeling self-conscious as his eyes remain on you.

Moving across the cafe, Spencer pulls out the chair opposite you and rests his hands on the table, firmly clasped together. He doesn’t want to lie to you, but he equally does not want to sound like a creep.

“You can be honest, Spencer.” It’s as if you can read his mind as you give him those warm eyes that greet him in the mornings, making him sure that whatever happens at work, you’ll be alright when he next comes in.

Fidgeting ever so slightly, Spencer closes his eyes to allow his mind to focus- something that is usually effortless, but whenever you cross his thoughts they become scrambled.

“You are a warm person naturally, an extrovert as you invite people into your cafe. Mornings are a struggle as you keep a refillable cup by your side next to the coffee machine. I saw you refill it last Tuesday and it must’ve been at least your third cup as I was later that day. You like to please others, make them happy and by doing so you sacrifice your own wellbeing. Helping people makes you happy, but you don’t do it for selfish reasons which I like a lot about you, Y/n.” Spencer explains, and as he looks up you stare at him in a state of awe.

“And you got all that, from interacting with me every week?” You laugh lightly, leaning back in your chair as astonishment crosses your eyes as you click your tongue. 

“Yes.” Spencer curtly nods. “That and I have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory and 3 PHD’s.” He adds nonchalantly. 

“Just casually slipping that into conversation, Doctor.” You raise an eyebrow, and Spencer brushes his fingers through his curls. 

Tearing your eyes from him, you look up at the clock and swear under your breath. “I’m sorry, Spencer, I’ve got to go.” You tell him with a sad smile, not wanting this to end as he gathers his things along with his cold coffee- not that he’d ever tell you otherwise.

Spencer hovers by the doorway as you switch off the last of the lights and juggle the containers in your arms along with your keys. “Let me help with that, Y/n.” Spencer reaches out, his fingers gliding over yours as he takes the boxes painfully slowly.

“Thanks,” You mutter as you turn the sign over on the door and lock it behind you whilst Spencer stands idly outside, the temperature dropping fastly compared to the LA sunshine he had experienced mere hours beforehand. “my cars just up here, do you mind?”

Shaking his head, Spencer walks alongside you. It feels strange, interacting with him outside of your little bubble, but to him, he likes the chance to burst the comfort bubble.

Bearing in mind all that Penelope and Derek have told him on the jet home, Spencer places the containers in the trunk of your car before you close it.

“Well, this is me.” You rock back and forth on your heels as Spencer wracks his mind to communicate with his mouth. “Spencer?” You wave your hand over his face, and suddenly he snaps out of his deep thoughts.

“Sorry,” He mutters, tugging on his scarf. “Y/n, would you like to go out somewhere, sometime? I mean, I love your cafe, but a change of scenery never hurt.” Spencer asks, and he can see the surprise in your expression as you glance away to your feet. “If not, that’s okay. I understand-” 

“I’d love to.” You cut him off from his own doubts as you step closer and rise to your tiptoes, kissing his cheek. “Here’s my number, I keep some business cards in my pocket.” You hand him your card and Spencer runs his thumb over the embossed logo. 

“I’ll call you.” Spencer tells you with a bright smile, one that causes butterflies to swarm in your stomach as you walk to your car door. “Drive safe, Y/n.” 

“Take care Doctor,” You salute to Spencer before you close your door, driving off out of sight as a squeal escapes your lips in excitement at the thought of Spencer calling you.

Except, what you missed as you turned the corner was Spencer getting a phone call that would change everything for the worse, leaving you in the dark as Spencer answers his phone with his full heart now sinking. 

He’s heading to Mexico.

PART TWO

[jeepers-coomets]

My Thoughts on Monsters At Work Episode 9 (spoilers ahead)

Tylor singing and talking to Giant Eye

On that note, how even though Ms. Flint seemed to change her mind, we don’t see that immediately. That’s nice

“I don’t feel like I fit in here, if you know what I mean,’’ towards Giant Eye

Tylor bringing donuts for M.I.F.T.

Tylor offering a donut to Giant Eye

How the M.I.F.T.ers destroyed said donuts. XD

The mild debate of “didn’t” vs. “doesn’t” when referring to David

The fact that they follow these rituals that David did is super cute

David’s words of wisdom should be a regular segment of Monsters at Work along with Mike’s Comedy Class. PLEASE.

“Profundity?”

“PROFANITY!”

Cutter knows the specific time he died

Duncan impersonating the shredder sounds

Not getting haircuts for David

Francine’s design and respect for the request <3

Not gonna lie, that hair does look absolutely gorgeous. That color is really speaking to me

How everyone is sitting whilst they wait for Fritz to get his not-haircuts

“Think of everything you are, College Boy, and then think of the opposite. That was David”

 “HA HA! I LAUGH!”

 He called him Ty-Ty.. that’s a step in the right direction, right?

“It was a leap week.”

Tylor saying he’s going to feed Roto. My nerves instantly went on end

TYLOR THE CAGE YOU FUCKING JERK CLOSE THR CAGE!! NO NO NO ROTO GET BACK HERE PLEASE DADDY’S GOING TO BE VERY UPSET IF HE SEES YOUR NOT THERE!!

Also.. did anyone notice that the last drawer where Roto’s cage is set up has a label called “Laugh Extractor’’? EXCUSE??? M E ?????

“You little vermin ball!” AND YOU WONDER WHY HE DOESN’T LIKE YOU

THOSE DAMNED HORNS A G A I N

Roto actively challenging Tylor before eating David’s hair in front of him with no regret. He is DEFINITELY Duncan’s son.

Roto getting sucked into the mail tubes SCARED THE FUCK OUT OF ME LIKE TYLOR YOU THINK DUNCAN HATES YOU NOW HE’S LITERALLY GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T GET ROTO BACK BEFORE HENOTICES HE’S GONE

The genuine shot of fear when Duncan asked “And Roto?”

Duncan asking if Roto was a good boi with a little smile.

Of course he was, Duncan. OF COURSE HE WAS.

Rule #1 of Handling a Pet: If the owner asks if they were a good boi/girl, you are legally-bound to say yes. No exceptions. THAT INCLUDES YOU TYLOR

“This is just like that like in…” joke comeback

Number 4

ROZE’S INVOLVEMENT ACK I LOVE HER SO MUUUCH

“Splatz’’ instead of ‘Splenda”

THE RETURN OF GARY AND HIS LOVE WITH ROZE AHHHH

Roze’s purse is really freaking cute. Jose’s purse is also very cute.

Tylor being honest with Roze. She does seem like a great person to talk to

·“I’m calling security.”

ROTO COME BACK TYLOR WHY ARE YOU NOT MORE CONCERNED FOR GETTING ROTO BACK???????

The power outages are still happening in the factory, just not as often. I appreciate that continuity. For those who didn’t catch it, there was an announcement over the intercom about it.

I love that they set up a whole table in the middle of the hallway to have lunch with David and everyone is okay with it.

Duncan explaining how the shredder shaft. Then drinking gripe juice. I am indeed left rife with existential pondering.

ROTO WAIT NO ROTO OH DEAR GOD PLEASE LET NOTHING HAPPEN TO THIS HAIRBALL

I love the design of the door shafts. It’s so creepy. AHH THE DUST PARTICLES WHEN THE LIGHT HITS THEM

TYLOR YOUR DAMNED HORNS

OMG IS DAVID GOING TO SAVE HIM?? IS R A N D A L L GOING TO SAVE HIM???

IS TYLOR GOING TO DIE???

THESE ARE QUESTIONS I NEED ANSWERS TO NOW

Tylor’s glimpse of what the afterlife looks like to monster. I love that it’s a door

THE CHOR OH MY GOSH AS A CHOIR KID I AM GENUINELY GEEKING OUT RIGHT NOW

You know, David didn’t look like the mystic-hippie type, but I do enjoy it.

Huh, Tylor looks nice with that shade of pink, luscious hair

Another symbolic instance where something M.I.F.T. related or logoed saves Tylor. It also happened quite a bit in Episode 7

ROTO THANK GOD HE’S PKAY IT’S NOT THAT EPISODE JUST YET

Roze changing her mind and giving Tylor some of her hair.

“I’m a people-pleaser.”

Just Roze. Roze is perfect. Tell me differently.

Cutter incredibly emotional in the back makes ME EMTIONAL AWW MY SWEET KATHERINE IT’S SO OKAY

You know, I’m not shocked that they could tell the difference even though to us, both locks of hair looks the same. They not only worked with David, but they’ve also been passing by the tuff of hair everyday since the accident. It makes sense that they’d kind of memorized all the little nuances to the hair and could tell the difference.

Duncan being the first to accuse Tylor.

TYLOY, ROTO IS NOT A PET. PLEASE DO NOT SAY THAT IT’S DISRESPECTFUL

The shadows along the walls in this scene due to the lighting are very pretty. <3 <3

“Duncan is right.” No, Tylor. Duncan is hardly ever right. He’s insecure so he shoots at others and sometimes he hits the mark

OF COURSE HE’S A SHEDDER LOOK AT ALL THAT HAIR

Aww, that ending was super cute.

Mike, I think your students are more comically-aware than you think.

Carla still taking comedy classes because she wants to improve her skills and stay on-point. You go, Carla. I love Carla.

THE ENDING IS IN CHOIR MUSIC ADHJHEJBFHJBFJW

You know, not what I was hoping for, but I still really enjoyed this episode! Plus, the fact that Mike and Sulley weren’t in this episode hardly or at all makes me think that next week, we are going to be seeing them A LOT.

[openheartfanfics]

And they were Drunk...

Ethan x F!MC

A Drunken Nightmare - @groovypalacehorselover 🎭 In which Ethan and MC slept together in Miami. 1.10 Rewrite of the morning after.

A Happy New Year - @takeharryandgo  ☁🌟 New Years at Donahue’s in Book 1 and pre Miami. Feat. Harper

Be honest with me - @perriewinklenerdie ☁ Ethan calls her while being drunk, and says something that sweeps her off her feet. Morning comes, bringing questions and some clarity.

Carry You Home - @universallypizzataco ☁   Ethan POV

Caught - @lightofcordonia (light smut) 🎭 MC and Ethan had a little too much to drink. When they head back to her shared apartment her roommate learn about the full extent of their relationship.

Contaminated - @the-pale-goddess 🎭 Tiffany finds out Ethan slept with someone else whilst in the Amazon.

Desire and regret - @lem-20 ☁🌟 It’s the day after the night before. How are Sienna and Jackie feeling about their new years eve kisses? Feat. Bryce x Sienna; Jackie x Gary

Drink Had Me - @cariantha ☁ Ethan has too much to drink and winds up on Sawyer’s doorstep in the middle of the night.

Donahue’s - @peonyblossom  ☁ Sadie drunkenly flirts with Ethan and he makes sure she gets home safe.

Donahue’s - @honeyandsunfl0wers 🎭 They go for drinks at Donahue’s after an evening of researching Naveen’s condition. Alexa comes up with the idea of playing a drinking game.

Drunk - @starrystarrytrouble 🎭 2.9 Rewrite. Ethan gets an unexpected text after the Senator heist.

Drunk - @lem-20 ☁ Cecilia's had a little too much to drink.

Drunken nights - @zealouscanonindeer ☁Ⓜ Ethan comes home drunk and gives Aspen a show of a lifetime.

Drunk Words Have Sober Consequences - @utterlyinevitable 🎭 Becca has had enough of Ethan Ramsey’s waffling and lets all of Donahue’s know exactly how she feels about the attending.

Part 1  |  Part 2

Drunken Kisses - @jerzwriter ☁ Casey comes to Ethan’s aid when he’s had a few too many.

Feisty Little Drunk - @themarkiplierexperience ☁ F!Reader goes out with Ethan and gets just a little drunk.

Flinders - @utterlyinevitable 🎭 Ethan wakes up to an unwelcome notification.

Happened - @lapisreviewsstuff 🎭 She catches him drinking after he broke her heart beyond the repair.

Hit the Town - @jamespotterthefirst ☁ After enjoying drinks with their friends, they escape to a quick dinner date

I Know - @mskinkyafro ☁ MC drives a drunken Dr. Ramsey home and together they both find a moment of peace in the storm. Set in 1.13.

I Like the Way You Love Me - @takemyopenheart ☁ Weddings and drunken Ethan shenanigans.

I’ll be here - @estellaelysian 🎭 Alishka comes to find Ethan, very drunk, at Donahue’s. This is set after Ethan’s mom returns.

I’m Yours To Tame - @txemrn  ☁ Ⓜ While Tatum heads out for the evening, Ethan sorts through his own thoughts and feelings about his new relationship with an old friend. TW: Excessive alcohol consumption; unwanted sexual advances

In the dark - @alwaysmychoices 🎭 Drunk and dancing in a dark club, MC can only think of Ethan Ramsey…

Inebriated - @mysticalgalaxysstuff  ☁ Ethan’s reaction to a drunk Marissa saying “I have a boyfriend” when he tries to hug/kiss her.

It Started Out With a Kiss - @takemyopenheart ☁ It’s time to party! Will Luz be able to get Ethan to let loose for once

Jealous - @starrystarrytrouble 🎭 When MC goes on a date with someone else, how will Ethan react?

Jealousy & Desire - @takeharryandgo ♥ Ethan is more than a little upset to find that she’s moved on so quickly after Miami. Takes place in Book 1, somewhere between Ch. 11 and 12.

Just The Truth - @peonyblossom  ☁ After a night a drinking too much at an event, Ethan leaves Sadie an encouraging note. Feat. Kyra Santana

Margarita boy - @lapisreviewsstuff 🎭 After her ethics hearing Ethan goes to Donahue’s and watches her dance with Bryce.

Message Delivered - @jerzwriter 🦚 Friends don’t let friends text drunk, but Sienna had a rare slip-up. What did Casey say? And how would she face Ethan tomorrow?

Midnight - @starrystarrytrouble 🎭 MC finds Ethan at Donahue’s after his mom returns in 2.13.

Montage - @togetherwearerapture 🎭 After returning from the Amazon, some liquor and the sight of Elle with another man makes Ethan realise that the feelings he’s been running from, are deeper and more powerful than he had ever imagined.

Narcissus Sent a Package - @utterlyinevitable 🎭 Becca’s drunken mistake had the power to ruin any and all hope of them becoming anything more than colleagues. Feat. Ethan x MC x Tobias

New Years Banter - @starfurylord 🌟☁ What do people do on January 1st? They get hungover, blackout drunk and party all day - in the reverse order. But to Ethan and Kate, it is more of a celebration in the form of domestic banter and a quiet birthday party - filled with wishes and resolutions coming true.

New Year’s Eve - @starrystarrytrouble ☁🌟 MC’s at a party, Ethan’s working and midnight is approaching. This is set in the time jump in 2.18. Twelve hours in the mind of Ethan Ramsey on NYE.

Noise of The Void - @the-pale-goddess 🛸♥ Drunk and desperate, Ethan calls for his old flame, hoping to discipline his disobedient mind. Feat. Ethan x Harper

Private Celebrations - @liaromancewriter ☁ After a major team win, Cassie’s in the mood to celebrate. When the drinks start flowing, Ethan discovers a new side to his girlfriend’s personality.

Priyotomo - @monsoonblooms12 🎭 Last Day at Amazon and Ethan’s first day back at Boston from Ethan and Pooja’s POV

Questions and Answers - @usuallyamazinglyaverage ☁ While Anna is out drinking with Bryce, her friend asks her quite a shocking question and gives some much needed advice.

Ringing In the New Year - @justanotherrookie ☁🌟 He’s working late and they bicker about who she’s going to kiss at midnight.

Scar Tissue - @the-pale-goddess Ⓜ🎭 Ethan takes a reckless gamble, hoping to win Tiffany back. Continuation of Contaminated aka Tiffany finds out about Ethan’s drunken encounter whilst in the Amazon AU - could also work as a one-shot.

She’s Mine - @justanotherrookie ☁ Ethan invited Denise with him to New York to attend the Alexander Van Heusen Annual Commendation Gala

Part 1  |  Part 2

Singin’ In The Bar - @utterlyinevitable ☁ She’s having a grand ol’ time singing and dancing at Donahue’s with her friends. From his same ol’ stool Ethan watches desperately from the sidelines. Sometime in book 2.

Something Stupid - @eleanorbloom 🎭 At Harper’s farewell party, angsty drunk Ethan POV about MC.

“Stop worrying about you? Stop worrying about you?! I can barely stop thinking of you!” - @jamespotterthefirst 🎭 She’s drunk and Ethan can’t help but care about her.

Take Me Home Tonight - @the-pale-goddess  ☁ Ⓜ Tiffany doesn’t go on a bender often. But when she does, it’s always a wild ride—especially for a certain grumpy doctor.

Tequila - @choicesarehard 🎭 She’s drunk and he’s intoxicated by her.

The Best Nights Are With You - @takemyopenheart  ☁ Ethan deals with his drunk girlfriend.

The Blind Drunk - @rookiemartin  ☁ This is the first time ever he's seen her this drunk.

The Empty Space Between Us - @kittykatchoices 🎭 Ethan and MC find that even the distance they’ve put between one another still isn’t enough. TW: alcoholism. 

The Blind Drunk - @rookiemartin  ☁ This is the first time ever he's seen her this drunk.

The Boyfriend Excuse - @cariantha  ☁ Ethan’s reaction to MC saying “I have a boyfriend” when he tries to hug/kiss her or something because she’s way too hammered.

The Gala - @maximumdreamerdetective 📚🌟 [mini: wip] It’s the annual Edenbrook’s New year party and Ethan can’t help but spend his night filled with alcohol and jealousy.

To Forget A Woman - @takeharryandgo 🎭 His first free night in Brazil, Ethan attempts to drown thoughts of a certain intern in a bottle of scotch.

Try Again - @trappedinfanfiction  ☁ Two instances where Celia says she has a boyfriend, two quite different outcomes.

Under The Table - @droppedmydamncroissant 🎭 Calypso drowns her sorrows in alcohol after the events of Miami, marvelling at the depth of the affection she holds for Ethan - telling herself that the alchemy that circled them was unavoidable.

Valentine - @jamespotterthefirst 🎭💘 A jealous Ethan watches her flirt with someone else on his most hated holiday. Set during book 2. Feat. Reggie

Wine Drunk - @peonyblossom  ☁ When Sadie goes over to Ethan's place to help work on a case after-hours, they both get a little too wine drunk to be productive.

You should have done that - @perriewinklenerdie ♥ There’s drinking and making out and confessions and smut.

Ethan x M!MC

Taken Care Of - @peonyblossom ☁ When Ethan finds Sydney completely wasted at Donahue's, Ethan takes him home and takes care of him.

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[elusive---ivory]

The Woman In Velvet pt 11

Sorry for such a long wait!! I was sick all weekend and still haven't felt any better. I hope you guys enjoy this part!! Part 12 will be out probably next week.

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc

WARNING: Violence, and Randall

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

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Sandy stayed up all night, listening to Arthur laughing. She sat in a stool in his apartment, nearly falling asleep.

"Shut up!" The neighbours yelled.

Sandy hopped off the stool and walked over to the couch. Arthur held her close, laughing into her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, humming a sweet tune.

It wasn't until 5 am that Arthur's laughter subsided. Sandy fell asleep on Arthur's chest, gently calming the small hiccups or gulps he had sitting in his throat. Her boss was gonna be pissed, but Sandy couldn't care less. She felt like a different person. She felt like a bird flying out of its cage. She wanted to hold onto that feeling.

Sandy woke up to beams of light shining on her face. The mid morning sun shined through Arthur's thin curtains. Arthur walked in on Sandy waking up.

"Good morning, darling." Arthur smirked.

Sandy groaned. "It's morning? Ugh, fuck."

Sandy was barely dressed. She fell asleep, wearing a very proactive nightgown.

"Don't worry. I'm heading out to see Penny." Arthur spat out the name 'Penny.'

"Penny, huh?" Sandy asked.

"Yeah." Arthur's eyes darted over to Sandy.

Sandy felt slightly intimidated by his stare, but it didn't seem to effect her either. "I wonder how she's going to react. You have the right to be mad at her. She's put you through so much shit." She said, rubbing her eyes.

"You're right, Sandy." Arthur smirked. "You know, I'm going on the Murray Franklin Show tonight."

"I know, and I'm gonna be there. Just for you." Sandy leaned over kissing Arthur's cheek.

Arthur smiled. "I should really get going now. I have to pay Penny a visit."

Sandy smiled, watching Arthur walk off. She took a deep sigh and laid there. Slowly, her eyes closed, and went back to sleep. She woke up again to the telephone ringing. She turned around, ignoring the phone.

"Mr. Fleck. We regret to inform you that your mother, Penny Fleck, has passed away at 10:30 this morning. We were told that you were just here visiting, but we're not entirely sure that's true. If you could call us back, we would greatly appreciate."

Her attention was immediately grabbed by the message. It had only been a hour or two since he left to see her. Sandy walked over to the kitchen, replaying the message to see if it was really true.

Arthur walked in through the door. He had on a new red suit that Sandy hadn't seen before.

"Hey, Arthur, did you hear about-" Sandy was cut off by Arthur's lips. Arthur gracefully lifted her up on the kitchen counter. Sandy looked back at Arthur, forgetting her focus. She gulped. "You got a new suit?"

Arthur smirked. "I have to look presentable on TV."

"Did you hear about Penny?" Sandy asked.

Arthur's hand ran up Sandy's thigh, tugging at the end of her nightgown. "I did. We should celebrate." He leaned closer to her neck.

Sandy pushed Arthur gently away. "I should get dressed."

Arthur frowned as she pushed away, but obliged anyway.

"I might go down to the store. We need some more food, since we only have crumbs left to spare in the fridge." Sandy called from the bedroom.

"Ok. I'll be practicing my act. If you could while you're at the store, get me some green hair dye." Arthur called back.

Sandy walked through the door. She tilted her head slightly. "Why green?" Sandy asked.

"Why not?" Arthur replied.

Sandy smiled. "Alright, TV star. I'll get your hair dye." She giggled, putting on her jacket.

Arthur smiled at her. "I love you." He said, kissing Sandy's cheek.

She smirked, walking out the door. "I love you too. I'll see you in ten, Artie."

Sandy walked back into Arthur's apartment with food, drinks, and a box of clover green hair dye. She looked over at Arthur on the couch. His head was hung over the couch as well as his arms. Sandy walked over to him, looking down at his silly figure.

"I'm back." Sandy said, leaning down kissing Arthur's forehead.

Arthur smiled widely. "I see that. Did you get it?"

"I did." Sandy snickered, handing Arthur the box of dye.

Arthur eyed the dye as he walked towards the bathroom. He had carefully peeled off the suit, placing it on the bedside table. He was left with nothing on, but his pair of tightie whities.

Sandy raised her eyebrow looking at him, looking at him through the bathroom door. She turned on the radio. 'That's Life' by Frank Sinatra started playing through the speakers of the old radio. Sandy sat on the bed smoking a freshly lit cigarette.

She saw Arthur dancing around in his underwear in the bathroom mirror. Sandy giggled to herself.

Arthur walked out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom, looking at himself in the vanity. He took a large brush and dipped it in white paint, then stroking the brush on his face, making it a silky white color.

Sandy sat on the bed beside him. "You look so mysterious." She said, dreamily.

Arthur smirked, turning to face her. Arthur's smirk soon turned into a well displaced frown as he heard the door buzzing.

"Want me to get it?" Sandy asked, getting off the bed.

"No, no. I got it." Arthur sighed, getting off his seat. "Coming." He yelled.

Sandy noticed as Arthur got up, he had placed something in his pocket. She walked out of the bedroom, following him carefully to the door.

Two men stood at the door. One guy was extremely large. The other was extremely small. Both seemed to be a very odd pair.

"Oh, hey guys. Come on in." Arthur greeted the two guys with ease.

Sandy, on the other hand, stood nervously in the kitchen entranceway, smiling at the two men.

"Did you get a new gig, Arthur?" The small man asked, as he walked towards the door.

"Nah." Arthur responded, taking a puff from his cigarette.

"You must be headed down to that rally at city hall." The big man said, following the little man.

"Oh, is that today?" Arthur asked, as he closed and locked the door behind them.

The big man whistled at Sandy. "Damn, Art. I didn't know you had company."

Sandy rolled her eyes.

Arthur turned his head over at Sandy. "Oh, yeah. Guys, this is Sandy. Sandy meet Gary and Randall. They worked with me at Haha's."

"Very nice to meet you, Sandy." The little man, known as Gary, said, smiling up at her.

Sandy smiled, kneeling down to his level. "It's a pleasure to meet both of you." She walked back into the kitchen.

The fat man, Randall, checked her out as she did so.

"So, what's with the makeup?" Randall asked.

Arthur looked over at Sandy, before taking a puff of his cigarette. "My mom died. I'm celebrating." Arthur responded.

"Yeah, well, that's why we stopped by. We figured you needed some cheering up." Randall gestured over to Gary, who was holding a bottle of wine wrapped up in a brown paper bag.

"Aww, that's sweet." Arthur said, smiling slightly. "But, nah. I feel good. I feel a lot better now. I stopped taking my medication, and Sandy has really helped me a lot" Arthur chuckled.

"Huh. Okay, that's good for you, I guess." Randall said, not really giving a damn.

Randall cleared his throat for a second before continuing to talk.

"So, I don't know if you heard, but the cops have been around the shop lately. Ya know, asking questions about the subway killings." Randall said, eyeing Arthur's behavior.

"They didn't talk to me." Gary said, confused.

"That's because the suspect was a regular sized person. If it was a fucking midget, you'd be in jail by now." Randall said, shrugging at Gary.

Arthur made a disturbing laugh. Sandy looked over at Arthur from the kitchen. "Wait, why would they come to your shop for suspects?" Sandy asked.

Randall looked over at her. "Because the suspect was a clown, dumbass. Haven't you seen the news?"

"Excuse me for fucking asking." Sandy mumbled.

"Anyway, Hoyt said they talked to you. And now, they're looking for me. I just want to know what you said. Make sure our stories line up, ya know. Seeing as your my boy." Randall kept talking.

Sandy saw Arthur drew the scissors out of his pocket. Her eyes grew wide. Her heartbeat felt loud in her chest.

Arthur nodded. "Yup, that makes a lot of sense. Thank you, Randall. Thank you so much."

Arthur lunged the scissors in Randall's throat.

Sandy fell to the ground hiding under the kitchen counter. She covered her mouth, not making a sound whilst crying silently.

Gary was screaming at the top of his lungs, witnessing Arthur stab Randall in the eye, then proceeding to slamming Randall's head into the hallway wall.

Sandy closed her eye, biting her thumb. The noises were too much to handle.

"Why would you do that Arthur?" Gary said, still crying and shivering in the corner.

Sandy held her knees tightly to her chest, still crying silently. She bit her lip barely paying attention to the brief interaction going on in the background. She looked up, seeing Arthur give Gary a kiss on the head before shutting the door.

Arthur walked over to Sandy, sitting down next to her on the kitchen floor.

Sandy was quiet for a moment. She took a deep breath. She sat there, looking away from Arthur. Sandy had a feeling about Arthur. She didn't want it to be true, yet she knew all along.

Arthur sat there staring at her, grabbing her hand, and holding it in his lap.

"It was you wasn't it?" Sandy said, coolly. "That gun wasn't a prop."

"Yeah." Arthur whispered back.

Sandy's mouth twitched into a smile. Her smile turned into a laugh. Her tears followed with her laughter.

Arthur's smile grew wide. His eyes dilated. He held her close, laughing with her.

[msjr0119]

Cordonian Wags

Part 8 - Match day

In a world full of Professional footballers and their demanding wives- can their football team nicknamed the ‘Cordonian Apples’ succeed? An American female physiotherapist joins the club. Will this cause issues with the footballers wives?

*This series is based on The Royal Romance characters who belong to Pixelberry - AU Plot switch*

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******

“Oh it’s so nice to see my two favourite girls here together.” Bastien said as he hugged Riley and Lindsey tightly.

“Okay. Touching family reunion. We have a match to win!” Constantine interrupted. Whilst the team looked gobsmacked at the interaction that had just taken place, Constantine stormed out with Bertrand.

Liam stood up abruptly and pulled Riley to the side.

“What was that airport stunt? And how do you know Bastien? Family reunion?”

“I’m so sorry about that Liam. My sister was coming- and after everything I just wanted time with her. But Leo fucked that up. They’ve been at it like rabbits. And Uncle Bastien is our godfather. He persuaded me to apply for the job- his job.”

Liam nodded still shocked at the revelation - both he and Riley looked over towards Leo and Lindsey and burst out laughing. Liam pulled her closer to him- it’s good to see you smile again. Liam excused himself as he saw Drake appear behind them both.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Walker. Are you ready for the match?”

“I’m in my kit- so I’d say so...Ri. We need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to say. I’m over it. I got what I deserved if you are referring to what I think you are. We’re still friends. Good luck.”

Riley turned around, hoping he wouldn’t try to prevent her from walking away- she didn’t want to feel broken- hearted again. If there was chance that he and Kiara could rekindle she didn’t want to be involved. Bastien slung his arm around his goddaughter’s shoulder as they walked out of the room with Lindsey.

“Mate, she will come around. Don’t worry.” Leo pat Drake on his back after witnessing Riley’s coldness towards him.

“Right! Let’s beat these mother fuckers... ninety minutes to win it. We can do it! Then we can celebrate.”

*****

The match kicked off- Riley nervously watching along side Bastien and Bertrand. The atmosphere throughout the stadium was euphoric.

We are underway at Applewood Stadium. My name is Gary Thorpe and I have Marcus Healey along side of me. It’s an early possession for the hosts on this bright sunny day.

Three minutes in and Leo Rhys creates a head start for the apples. 1-0

Do you think Leo Rhys will share the ball with his team mates? Usually he likes it to be a one man show.

I’m not sure Gary, but it sure is a great start to the season for the apples. The striker has been in the press recently for associating with a mystery woman- but his eyes are still on the ball.

Yes, I think that everyone has read up about that. But the captain is doing a fantastic job leading his team. So let’s not allow his personal life to affect how much of a talented striker he is. Beaumont must be getting bored, the ball hasn’t been anywhere near his net as of yet. Can the rivals eventually score against the Apples?

Walker passes the ball to Liam Rhys, he shoots it... and he scores. 2-0

Walker and Liam Rhys work the ball nicely towards the net before the ball is squared towards the captain- it’s within shooting range.. he shoots but it hits the post. Disappointing.

The half time whistle has been blown. There has been no incidents as of yet, no bookings, no extra time. Let’s see if they can keep their clean sheet.

The men all headed back into the dressing room, drinking water to keep hydrated. Bertrand was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, proud that they were winning their first match. At the moment Bertrand didn’t suggest any substitutions, he reviewed their tactics and was overconfident and positive that they’ll win. The team all rested- replenishing their energy, regaining some stamina. Riley entered the room, checking each player with support from Bastien.

“How are you feeling Drake?” Riley trying to stay professional, she couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked even if he was covered in sweat.

“Fine.”

“Good. You were amazing out there.” She smiled at him, he noticed her eyes sparkle for the first time.

“Thanks, Ri. You’re doing a great job too.”

“She sure is- she learnt from the best.” Bastien interrupted, much to Drake’s annoyance. It was the first time she had spoken nicely to him.

“I better check on the others.”

Drake and Bastien watched her check on Zeke. Bastien noticed Drake looking sad, wondering what he had interrupted- shaking his head he pat Drake on the shoulder and helped Riley. They were all refreshed and ready to play the last 45minutes.

Second half is underway, and ‘the Apples’ take the possession again, they launch the first attack.

There’s a corner for The Apples...oh no, that was so close. They are having so many missed opportunities. I can see Leo and Liam Rhys frustrated with the rivals defence. Beaumont may as well sleep for the next 40minutes- again the rivals haven’t been anywhere close to that side of the pitch.

And Walker is down! That was a nasty tackle. Let’s hope that he isn’t going to be injured again. He’s not standing up, Leo Rhys has gestured for medical assistance.

“Shit! Drake!”

Riley ran on the pitch, Bastien shortly following to help for assistance.

“Drake? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Riley.”

“Clearly you’re not. What’s hurting? And for the record that was a dirty move. He deserves to be hurt not you.” Drake held her hand, not knowing why.

“It’s my ankle.”

Riley checked him out, she looked at Bastien for reassurance. Bastien noticed the spark in both their eyes as Riley checked his injuries. Drake lingered his hand on her- the sight of her made the pain slightly disappear.

“Drake... I think you have a slight ankle sprain. If you can stand up we can assess you properly. Abandon the rest of this match, you’ll still be able to train and play but will need some type of ankle support. Try to rest for a couple of weeks before trying that though.”

With the help from Riley and Bastien, Drake limped off the pitch. Cheers coming from the crowd. Sitting him down, Riley continued to press a cold compress on his swollen ankle.

“Second time you’ve helped me. Bet you’re fed up of being my saviour now?”

“No. I’d never get fed up....Keep pressure on it.... it may become itchy. Which will probably irritate you. I’ll keep checking on you.”

Riley returned to sit with Bastien and Bertrand, leaving Drake sitting with the subs. His eyes fixated on her rather than the match and his team mates. Every touch she made, his heart skipped a beat. He was hoping to talk to her in private after the match.

And Walker is out. Probably for the best. The medical team and physios will check on him. He is replaced, and we can restart the match.

Goal! Leo Rhys has scored a brace. What a brilliant goal. 3-0

Into injury time, can the Apples keep the clean sheet? This is a brilliant start to the season. Another great chance for the captain. Is this a hat- trick? No! So close.

And that is it Cordonia. Full time result. 3-0. The Apples definitely deserved that win. I think it’s their season this season. Can they keep up the hard work? I sure hope so.

The final whistle blew, and the team celebrated on the pitch. Returning inside they all hit the showers, and dressed in their teams suits to celebrate.

*****

Socialising with each other, Drakes eyes went wide when he saw Riley in a form fitting dress enter the room. Her hair was loose, compared to the tight ponytail she wore during the match. Excusing himself he ambled over to her.

“Do you want a drink?”

“No, thank you. How’s your ankle?”

“It’s better, thank you.”

“Just doing my job.”

“Can we talk, please?” Drake sighed, hoping she would give him a chance.

“What about?”

“You know what. Riley... I can’t get you out of my mind. The last few days without talking have been torture. I feel guilty with what Kiara did to you. I will protect you from her. You don’t have to worry about her anymore.”

Riley was about to respond, not knowing exactly what she was about to say until she was interrupted by an unfamiliar voice.

“Riley, you’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman.” Who the fuck is she?

“Mom?” Drake looked as if he had seen a ghost, and was confused as to how to she knew Riley.

“Hey, baby. I hope you’re not hurting too much.” Bianca hugged drake in a tight squeeze.

Bastien noticed the awkward silence and decided to intervene. Both Drake and Riley provided perplexed expressions towards Bianca, not knowing what was happening. As Bastien appeared, he noticed Drake stand next to Riley placing his arm secretly and hesitantly around her waist.

“It’s so nice to see you both get along. That long weekend all those years ago, you were both at each other’s throats.”

Riley and Drake looked more baffled now, jaws both agape. Wondering how much alcohol Bastien had actually consumed?

“Don’t you remember? Although you were all very young. I took you, Savannah and your mom to New York. We spent time with Riley and Lindsey and their parents.”

[dreamdaddydutch]

Van der Linde Gang - Time Travel Karaoke Headcanons

I was listening to the radio in work the other day and this idea popped into my mind. I haven’t done Karaoke in years but when I lived in Manchester I LOVED IT (Apart from at Christmas when Maria Carey – All I want for Christmas (is you) would play like 5 times in a row... Anyway, below are some thoughts on how the Van der Linde gang would react to the idea of Karaoke along with some song suggestions for what they’d sing. (I might make a part 2) 

When you first suggest going to Karaoke, the gang are mostly confused, but some of the younger members are truly excited.

Sean especially, if there’s alcohol and a party to be had, he’s there!

Micah thinks it’s one of the most ridiculous things he’s ever heard – but you bet your ass he’ll be there – all he really wants is to be included in things. But just don’t expect him to sing.

Bill also thinks it’s stupid – at least that’s what he says out loud, secretly he’s thinking about the songs he’s heard on the radio and deciding which one he wants to sing.

Javier thinks it’s kinda sweet and will be nice for the gang to do something together that doesn’t involve a ‘plan’ for once. Also he’s secretly a little excited, after-all he’s a great singer and will take his time deciding what he’s gonna sing.

Dutch suggests a duet with Molly as a way to make amends, Molly is instantly touched by this and spends the day excited that Dutch finally wants to be seen together as a couple again.

Kieran is gonna use this as an opportunity to show a special someone how he feels about them.

Strauss surprises everyone by looking forward to the event

The gang all get dressed up, overly so… It’s only when they get there that they realise it’s actually quite a casual affair and the men feel a little silly in their suites. You just find that you don’t have the heart to tell them when they’re getting ready. But promise after the event to take them shopping for next time – because of course they’ll be a next time.

Arthur kinda rolls his eyes at the suggestion, but is won-over by the charm of the evening.

When the gang first arrive at the bar they are a little over-overwhelmed by how busy it is along with all the bright and flashing lights. It’s so new to them, like a completely different world and a little over-whelming.

You and Hosea have the foresight to book several large booths in advance so that the gang can at least sit together.

As soon as the gang start drinking, Abigail is in ‘mom’ mode, making sure they have water on the table and ordering plates of nibbles. 

The gang soak up the atmosphere for at least an hour before any of them decide to give it a go. 

In the mean time, Lenny, Tilly, Mary-Beth, Sean, Karen, Swanson (to everyone’s surprise) and John enjoy a dance. 

The first to perform is Sean - He enthusiastically grabs the mic like a real front man in a band, he choses to sing ‘Drunken Lullabies’ by Flogging Molly, much to the delight and support of most of the gang who are clapping along and up on the tables.

Tilly, Karen and Mary-Beth agree to perform together – I’m thinking The Puppini Sisters style, maybe ‘Side by side’ (if you don’t know who they are, check them out, they’re INCREDIBLE)

Susan sings ‘My Heart Will Go On’ by Celine Dion, which the gang can’t help but feel is directed at Dutch.

Charles, who has been sat happily watching the others and tapping his fingers in time with the music on the table, gets up and sings ‘Mad World’ by Tears For Fears (probably the Gary Jules version) 

Arthur, Javier and Uncle end up singing a Mumford and Sons song - probably ‘Little Lion Man’ 

Javier would take his guitar up and sing, ‘Common People’ - By Pulp. 

Lenny will sing something peaceful like, ‘Nature Boy’ by Nat King Cole. 

Kieran, Sean, Tilly and Mary-Beth discover glow-sticks and immediately have to have as many as they can get their hands on. 

Arthur and Lenny discover snakebites (cider and beer) and this is pretty much the end of them for the night and reminds them of ‘that time’ in Valentine. 

Stauss sings, ‘Money’ - The Flying Lizards version. 

Bill walks on stage nonchalantly and sings ‘Should I Stay or Should I Go?’ by The Clash. He drinks a lot whilst he’s singing. 

Abigail sings ‘Glitter in the Air’ by Pink and dedicates it to John.

John sings ‘Folsom Prison Blues’ by Johnny Cash - he puts real emotion into every word too. 

Swanson is embarrassed to get up on the stage at first, but Karen and Abigail reassure him and hold his hand as he walks up, he sings, ‘Losing my Religion’ by REM. 

You KNOW that Arthur, Charles, John and Javier are going to sing a rendition of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ by Queen once drunk enough.

Pearson thinks it’s hilarious to sing a Christmas song in August, he picks, ‘It Feels Like Christmas,’ from The Muppets Christmas Carol.

Arthur, once he’s knocked back enough whiskey, walks solemnly onto the stage and sings, ‘Hurt’ by Nine Inch Nails. He sings it beautifully, it brings tears to more than a few peoples eyes. 

Despite their planned duet, Molly gets up to sing, ‘Stay’ by Shakespeare’s Sister. Dutch is transfixed, unable to look anywhere else but at her and decides, resolutely that he will stay. 

Dutch & Hosea have to sing a duet, they have their arms around one another as they sing, ‘O Children’ by Nick Cave. 

Sean and Kieran leap onto the stage, interrupting the end of whoever was singing before to blare out, ‘Kickstart My Heart,’ by Motley Crue. Kieran really comes out of his shell and has one of the best nights of his life.  

Dutch and Molly sing passionately, both staring into one another’s eyes as they sing,‘Up Where We Belong,’ by Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes.

Hosea will anxiously walk onto the stage but once he starts to sing he gets well and truly into it, beautifully singing, ‘What a wonderful world’ by Louis Armstrong. 

Trelawny is in his element of course! He’s likely to sing something modern like ‘Shut up and Dance with me,’ by Walk The Moon - he dances a lot and cannot resist doing a magic trick at the end. 

Uncle drunkenly stumbles onto stage to sing, ‘Girls just wanna have fun’ by Cyndi Lauper much to the delight of the ladies in the gang who join him on stage dancing. 

Virtually the whole gang would end up in a conga going round the club towards the end of the night, Micah, Strauss, Susan and Dutch are likely to sit this one out.

Afterwards they would so be up for a kebab! It’s gonna be 50/50 for who loves garlic mayo and who hates it. Arthur loves cheesy chips. Javier loves chips, cheese and gravy. Karen is all about anything in batter. 

On the way home they’re gonna burst into a rendition of ‘Can you hear the people sing?’ from Les Miserables.

[slightlystrangepsyche]

Hawaii Five-0 S09E03

So, under the cut is my spoiler filled review, off the top of my sleep-deprived head. 

I’m so glad they’re giving us more McDanno quality time together, even if most of it is bickering, because we both know they enjoy it. Although I don’t know why they were teasing Danno for staying hydrated, I’m more worried that Steve wasn’t. And we were robbed of a scene where Danno mother-henned Steve into drinking from his water bottle. 

I do love Junior and Tani, but it is good to find out more about Junior. He’s as tight-lipped as season 1 Steve, before Danny got him to open up through banter. And Tani’s Danny impression was HYSTERICAL. However, the show seems convinced Tani and Junior are Steve and Danno next gen, but can’t decide who is who. I want them to be their own characters. And I do like their romantic tension, but it’s frustrating because you know we’ll get to see them as a couple and not McDanno. 

I love Jerry so much. I love his compassion.

I didn’t love Lou this episode. I hate when shows make me feel over-sensitive, but I didn’t find it amusing that Lou cared more about golf than the health of his caddy, Gary. Even when Gary was passed out because of the heat, all Lou cared about was a witness for his game. It was supposed to be funny? I know Gary forgave him and even got him a shaved ice, but I can’t overlook Lou’s lack of humanity that easily. 

We saw how dangerous the heat was. It made a guy on anxiety meds turn a shotgun on a bunch of trespassing teenagers using his pool. It sent a six-month pregnant lady into labour. And it killed the criminal of the episode, who had killed 3 people whilst handcuffed. She was seriously badass, but Steve (had to be Steve) had to climb down that elevator shaft to open up that stalled elevator and open it to find her cooked corpse staring at him. That’s gonna haunt me, but I’m sure Steve will be fine(!)

I have mixed feelings about this episode. It definitely felt like a filler episode, although I do appreciate learning more about Junior. Like the heatwave itself, it was more about just surviving it, and we can hopefully make progress later. 

Although, maybe not progress. Because next week just looks like Steve taking risks and Danny being worried about him. Which has been happening for 9 years, but it will never get old to me, because Steve needs to learn that people care about him. 

What are your thoughts? Am I being overly sensitive about Grover? What do you make of the criminal of the week? Do you ship Rey Rei? Do we know when Adam will be coming back? Please, let me know. 

[thefortunelegacy-blog]

Chapter 1: Exploring Newcrest

Alexandra had just finished renovating Aunt Wilma's country house and she hadn't felt so pleased with herself in a long time. The garden was beautiful and peaceful, and the views from the garden were breath taking. Inside wasn't too shabby either. It was modern, yet traditional with a very warm and cosy feel to it. She decided to call her home "Tranquil Manor", to reflect how tranquil and at peace she felt with herself living in this beautiful house. Alexandra knew it would one day make the perfect family home, although Alexandra was not sure that this would ever be possible.

 Alexandra had been living in Newcrest for some time whilst she had been renovating her house, but had mostly been living in a shack that she had built in the garden. She had been so focused on finishing the renovation on her house that she actually hadn't taken the time to fully explore Newcrest. Although Alexandra did often like her own company, she missed sim contact very dearly and felt extremely lonely at times.

 Alexandra enjoyed many hobbies which included cooking, playing chess, video gaming and gardening. She also liked to write as a hobby despite her being a writer professionally. Alexandra enjoyed gardening very much and was one of her favourite hobbies. It gave her a chance to admire the views and also admire hew own beautiful garden. It was a warm day in Spring when Alexandra was watering her plants whilst being lost in her own thoughts. "It's time I made some new friends", she thought to herself. Despite having been living in Newcrest for some months, Alexandra wasn't sure where the best places to hangout were, though she had heard of a gaming bar called "The Chicken Dinner" on the edge of town. Gaming was a hobby that Alexandra enjoyed and thought it might be a chance to meet people with similar interests.

 Alexandra got herself changed into a blue, jumper dress that complimented her curves and headed on down to "The Chicken Dinner". She felt extremely nervous as she hadn't really had any social interaction with other sims other than when she was building her house and speaking with the builders. She found herself a sofa to sit on next to the bar and began to watch the world go by. She watched other sims have fun with each other, with Foosball appearing to be the game of choice. It was nice to get out and about but Alexandra just didn't have the confidence to ask any of the other sims if she could join in. She was considering leaving when a very handsome, dark haired sim with glasses walked by.

The mysterious, dark haired sim had caught Alexandra's attention and suddenly she didn't want to leave. She wanted to see what he got up to and thought about plucking up the courage to say hello, though she was almost certain that she wouldn't. She wasn't sure what it was about this sim, but she just felt a good aura exuding from him. She couldn't take her eyes off him.

The mysterious sim walked right by Alexandra as he headed to the bar. Alexandra was mesmerised but realised that he probably knew she was staring at him. "Oh my goodness, I haven't even ordered a drink yet. Everybody probably thinks I'm weird!" Alexandra thought to herself, so she decided to head to the bar to order herself a cheeky glass of nectar.

Whilst at the bar, Alexandra couldn't take her eyes off the mysterious, dark haired sim. "Don't stare, he will think you are weird!" she mumbled to herself. She thought that she may have the confidence to strike up a conversation, but sadly she didn't and the mysterious sim walked away from her. Alexandra felt very disappointed with herself and went to sit back down on the sofa. She had decided that she would finish her drink and head on home.

Alexandra was lost in her thoughts, giving herself a mental telling off for being stupid. One, for thinking anybody would ever be interested in talking to her and two, for thinking it was a good idea to come out. She was feeling very deflated and sad, but was interrupted from her thoughts when she saw a dark haired figure sit down beside her.

Alexandra looked up and was flabbergasted. It was her dark haired sim. It took her completely by surprise when he said hello to her. She sheepishly waved at him and said hello back. "It's okay to be shy", said the dark haired sim, "My name is Gary, what's yours? And what brings you to a place like this?" he enquired. "Ermm, well, I'm not sure really", Alexandra stuttered, "but my name is Alexandra."

Gary began chatting to Alexandra to try and make her feel at ease as he could sense that she was nervous. "I'm quite shy too, it's okay to be shy", Gary smiled. They started talking about their interests and found that they both had a lot in common, in particular gaming, being new to socialising and wanting to explore the town. Gary took Alexandra's hand and lead her to the Foosball table.

The pair laughed and joked whilst Gary thrashed Alexandra at Foosball. But she didn't care, she was actually having fun and she had met a handsome sim who appeared to be interested in her. They had a few games of Foosball before heading to the motion gaming rig to have a competition to see who would be victorious..

Alexandra was determined to win but Gary was also very competitive, and also very, very skilled! Alexandra kept glancing over at Gary, missing a few blocks here and there. Gary also kept on glancing over at Alexandra and smiling to himself, also missing a few blocks every now and again. Out of a best of 5, Alexandra came out victorious but she was pretty sure that Gary had let her win. They both walked back over to the sofa together and Gary put his arm around her.

This took Alexandra by surprise. Not because she felt uncomfortable, but this was the first time she had felt any sim contact for a couple of years. She was overcome with emotion and began to sob. "What's wrong? Am I making you feel uncomfortable?", Gary asked with concern in his voice. "N-n-no. I'm happy. It's j-j-just that this is the first time I've hugged anybody for a long time. My family perished in a house fire 2 years ago and I've been alone ever since". Gary grabbed Alexandra tighter. "It's okay," he replied. "I've been alone for a long time too". Alexandra wiped away her tears and the pair gazed into each others eyes.

It was now starting to get late and Alexandra had work in the morning. Gary understood and they both exchanged numbers and said their goodbyes. "Can I hug you?" Gary asked. Alexandra nodded. Gary grabbed Alexandra's waist and pulled her towards him. "I've enjoyed your company, very, very much. I'd like to see you again and take you on a proper date", Gary said whilst staring into Alexandra's big blue eyes. "I'd like that too", Alexandra replied.

 They eventually broke off their embrace and parted company. Walking home, Alexandra was in total disbelief about what had just happened. She felt like she was the luckiest girl in the world. She felt like she had known Gary for years. For the first time in a long time Alexandra was smiling, and it was a beautiful sight to see.

[everylady701]

the intellectual tradie

Age 38

I found Gary on Bumble and decided to be brave during a city wide pandemic lockdown. He was British, age appropriate (36), a carpenter and had an Ancient Greece themed tattoo. Baby steps towards growing as a person right? His banter was darkly funny and while I usually avoid texting too much prior to meeting up for what would be going out for strictly legal “essential exercise” whilst drinking wine from a water bottle, I ended up spending many hours over the week prior trading barbs with him (and politely asking him not to murder me).

The night of I had eaten right before in a vain attempt to delay the inevitable sloppy lush stage of the evening but that didn’t last long. He turned out to have an almost over the top posh accent and I’ll be honest the wrinkles of a man who works outdoors with no sunscreen all day but was definitely just as clever as his chat had hinted at and I was chomping at the bit to invade his personal space. We parked up at the beach, decanted some pinot noir into aluminium drink bottles for a real classy highlight of the terroir and discussed which endangered animals we’d likely eat and tried to get to know each other between insults. It turned out Gary was actually a chartered accountant for ages before the stress wore him out and he discovered carpentry is better lifestyle and money. Respect. He’d also had himself a starter marriage with someone he met overseas that had ended some years ago and fuck nothing like trauma in common to bring people together eh? Most importantly he absolutely destroyed me on European history stretching from Rome to the Renaissance which was extremely intimidating and an absolute panty dropper.

At this point (two bottles of wine down) I had to pee and public washrooms close at sundown so he suggested his flat which was empty and close by and any hopes I had of being civilised, leaving early and pretending I’m a lady went out the window. He legitimately put on HBO’s Rome (so underrated) to watch, found more wine and I asked to see what was a very finely shaded rendition of a sculpture of Heracles on his shoulder. This of course led to my de shirting to show off my nintendo ink which was not a reference he got but he did appreciate the colour scheme as a nod to the cave paintings in Lascaux and then I jumped that well built history buff like the mongrel I am. In a wonderful fulfilment of a cliche it turned out someone that works with their hands can really man handle a woman and fuck like a mid tier athlete. He also repeatedly growled like a bear which was a bit hilarious but I sort of rate it. We stumbled post couch coitus into bed in what is the drunkest I’ve been in some time.

I've never been so moved by art before...in my pants

Unfortunately tradies get up before the sun to start work which means I got woken up at 5am for morning sex. But I was quickly won over, several times. I love when rock hard pecs come with nearly zero down time between bouts, even when I’m grumpy that it’s essentially the middle of the night. And then cuddling after? Oof. I’m trying not to get my hopes up too much here.

He was also kind enough to give me a ride home (along with a smattering of well deserved hand prints) while pointing out the difference between ancient and modern definitions of hedonism. This boy man came to play.

4/5 it occurs to me that he’s likely the oldest person I’ve ever had sex with so it may take me some time for me to adjust to the rigours of proper age on the over 20 something year old human face.

[taronfanfic]

Graduate’s Escape

Chapters 1-12 are here

Chapter 13

Taron pulled you tightly in against his chest. His t-shirt was damp with sweat but you didn’t care, it just felt right to be back in his arms.

“You’re actually here?” he mumbled into your hair.

“Yeah. Surprise?” You asked nervously, pulling back from the hug to take in his face and read his true reaction.

“I… I don’t even know what to say.” He ran his hand through the back of his hair as he shifted his weight from side to side. It took you right back to when he was nervous around you before; sat on his sofa as he worried about how you’d react if he mentioned dating you in interviews.

“Please don’t say anything. Not yet.” You requested. “I need to explain.” You’d written out exactly what you wanted to say to him during the flight, it had taken hours to get the wording right and you’d changed your mind a thousand times. But as you stood before him now in your scruffy jeans and old band t-shirt; him in his sweaty gym clothes. You knew your big romantic gesture wasn’t going to play out like you’d hoped and imagined it would.

“No, you don’t.” Taron offered softly. “You being here now says everything I could possibly want to hear.”

“Taron, please. I need to say this, if only for my own sanity.” You stepped forwards and took hold of his hand, looking down at it as you started to speak. “I know I fucked up. I know what I said hurt you and I’m sorry. When you asked me not to give my number out to anyone else I should have said ‘of course I won’t because you’re the only guy for me.’ It’s what I felt in that moment. I was just scared to say it, and I hid behind a stupid joke that wasn’t even funny. The past two weeks without you have been shit and I’m sorry it took me so long to figure out why you were being cold.”

“When did you figure it out?” Taron interrupted you and you finally looked up into his eyes. They weren’t filled with the sadness you expected to see, or anger, just his usual warmth; a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Last night. Emily tricked me into watching The Golden Circle and seeing you doing your thing. It just made everything make sense.” Taron tried to hide his smile but quickly failed.

“So you liked the movie then?”

“Don’t change the subject on me, Egerton! … Emily said I should just text or call you to apologise but I knew I had to do this face to face.” You paused and allowed yourself to take a deep breath. “You inspire me, you make me laugh, you tease me and please me better than anyone ever has done before. You make me feel safe and happy and I know I can trust you with my secrets. I can’t picture my future without seeing you in it too, so if you asked me again I wouldn’t hesitate in saying… you’re the only guy for me.”

“Wow.” Taron was grinning wider than you’d ever seen before. He placed his free hand gently to the side of your face as he moved in to kiss you. You’d been dreaming about kissing him for weeks. It was so slow and tender, his lips pressed to yours for an age before you felt his mouth open. You moved your tongue against his and kept the pace down, wanting this moment to last forever. Neither of you could keep your smiles at bay though, so the kiss broke apart. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.” Taron looked round the room, still in shock that you’d come all this way.

“Well I very nearly wasn’t. I owe Mark Strong the biggest drink later.”

“Mark? Was he in on this? The sly-“

“No, no. I had to pounce on him in reception as they wouldn’t give me your room number. Turns out you can’t blag your way into everywhere…” you laughed.

“Have I ever told you I think you’re insane?”

“Many times, but that’s why you like me, right?” You slid your arms up over his shoulders and wrapped them around the back of his neck.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way.” He stood tall and waited for you to kiss him this time. You pushed yourself up onto your toes and lingered in front of his face, staring into his green eyes and making him wait even longer. His grip around your waist tightened in encouragement and made you cave. You closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his, running your tongue from left to right as you begged him to open. His tongue met yours and lapped gently. Kissing him like this was heavenly. It made the whole journey worth it. So you may now be broke, and stuck in a random city with no idea what you’re going to do for the rest of the week. But at least you still had Taron.

“I need to go and shower, I’ve only got a few minutes before I have to meet more journalists downstairs.”

“That’s ok, I could do with a couple of hours of sleep. Try and get myself on the right time zone!” You couldn’t resist kissing him quickly again before he walked over to the bathroom.

The king size bed was comfy and warm. You allowed your eyes to close as you listened to the sound of the running water coming from the shower. For the first time in ages your thoughts were calm and you felt content. Your body relaxed and pulled you down towards a deep sleep, but your mind couldn’t switch off just yet. As you heard the water stop you knew if you could stay awake just a little bit longer you’d be in for a treat.

Soft footsteps sounded from the end of the bed so you opened your eyes a fraction to see Taron walking across the room with nothing but a small white towel wrapped around his waist. He unzipped his suit bag which was hanging from the top of the wardrobe and revealed a dark grey three piece suit. His hair was still wet. You took in every detail as your eyes followed a single drop of water as it leisurely made its way down his back and towards his towel. Before it hit the material Taron had taken the towel off and used it to rub his hair dry. Your eyes darted quickly back to the water droplet as it continued its path down, over the curve of his arse and beyond. You reminded yourself to breath, fearful of disturbing Taron from his routine by making any kind of noise. A clean pair of black boxers were dug out from his open suitcase and pulled up swiftly. He adjusted himself to his right hand side before spraying on deodorant and pulling his white shirt over his arms. His chest was still bare as he lifted out his trousers from the suit bag.

“I can feel you watching me.” He spoke as he kept his back to you whilst pulling on his trousers.

“Do you like it?” you mumbled back softly.

“Do you?” he asked in return as he wrapped his tie over the back of his shoulders and turned to look at you in bed.

“It was better when you had less clothes on, but you’re still fit.” You smiled into the duvet as you pulled it up to cover your face.

“I’ve fucking missed you.” He smiled.

“Me too.” You let the joke about his arse play out in your head as you refrained from saying it out loud and spoiling another moment.

“I’ll invite Mark and Colin to join us for dinner after we’re done with the interviews, so meet us down in reception at 7:45pm, there’s a formal dress code but I can see you came prepared.” He nodded to your dress that you’d left on the end of the bed as he did up the last buttons on his waistcoat and came to crouch down beside the bed.

“7.45pm.” You confirmed sleepily.

“Sleep well, cariad” Taron softly kissed the top of your head before grabbing his suit jacket.

“Did you just call me Gary?” His welsh accent had got lost amongst your jetlagged mind, but you made him laugh with your question.

“I said cariad.” He repeated. “It’s a Welsh thing…I’ll explain later.” He gestured his hand out to the side as he rushed to collect his room key and phone before heading for the door.

“I’m still only hearing Gary and it’s fucking weird!” You called after him, hearing him laugh again as he closed the door. You turned over and buried your face into the pillow, finally allowing your grin of delight to take hold.

[inkwellco]

REVIEW - JUSTICE LEAGUE

To say I was channelling Sirius Black from Harry Potter when he says, “I did my waiting, 12 years of it…” would be an understatement. I’ve been fan of the Justice League for over 15 years and I distinctly remember around 10 years ago hearing talk of a possible Justice League film. Finally, we have it! 

Tonight our favourite DC Superheroes joined forces! Having grown up watching all the animated series and playing with our very own Justice League Watchtower and figurines, to see the inception of what we know and love come to life on screen was quite something. I will try to go as in depth as I can without giving anything away, so make sure you watch it. 

We find ourselves where Batman v Superman left us, dealing with the loss of Superman (Henry Cavill). Batman (Ben Affleck) and Wonder Woman (Gal Gadot) with the help of Alfred (Jeremy Irons) are on a quest to find fellow special beings to join their team and unite against a looming danger. A new villain in the form of another god like alien being, has decided to make his presence known. We learn that this villain has a history with humans, Amazonians and Atlanteans (with a special appearance from the Green Lantern Corps). It is from this point that the two leaders recruit superfolk who are on their radar, Cyborg (Ray Fisher), The Flash (Ezra Miller) and Aquaman (Jason Momoa). 

Much like Suicide Squad I enjoyed the little back stories into each of the characters lives. Wonder Woman and Batman were the exception, where we were given a dose of what they do best, fight crime and save the day. What I also liked was the way in which we as an audience were put into the positions of some characters. Such as Batman and Wonder Woman, learning about the abilities of each character. Whilst we as fans know historically what the powers of each superhero entails, who knows how it will be written in the film. I was pleased to see how the film makers approached this, particularly when we already have some of these characters in the DCTV universe. We were also able to relate to The Flash, who like us would be super excited to join and check out all the gadgets but then, in certain moments think, “all I’ve done is push people and run away.” At one moment I thought, I have to be honest as much as I’d like to be Wonder Woman, we all know I’d be Flash. Which is equally just as cool. 

That’s just it. Each character owned it. In my mind they even set up the ground work for their own solo stories.  I’m talking Flashpoint, Aquaman and even a Cyborg film. After the success of Wonder Woman, we know DC can do a great origins story. Flash will be incredibly interesting as we already have the tv series, however if filmmakers follow what we already know about Flashpoint I will be mighty happy. Aquaman has just wrapped filming in Australia, and we can’t wait to see it (especially after tonight’s scenes) and come on, we’re talking Aquaman, or at least the way we see Momoa portray him is unlike any superhero we’ve seen before. Which brings us to Cyborg, who we know from Teen Titans, wasn’t part of the Justice League origins team, but I really loved the addition into the film. I love the intellectual side of it all, having been given glimpses into it during Justice League. 

I have to talk about the different worlds, Themyscira featured in Justice League with all the Amazonians doing what they do best, amazing fight sequences that made me want to watch Wonder Woman 2 all the much sooner. Honestly, the fight sequence where we last leave the Amazonians was my favourite. The way in which they worked as a team, as one unit looked spectacular. Queen Hippolyta (Connie Nielsen) returns and puts on quite a remarkable performance. I remember the scenes so vividly as they were shot so well. They were truly breathtaking scenes. Then we visit Atlantis, where we come across the Atlanteans and in particular Mera (Amber Heard), who we know to be Aquaman’s wife. Mera was beyond what I expected her to be in this film. I was so happy to see the way she came to life on screen, I remember thinking, ‘yes! Another powerful, strong woman.’ I can’t wait to see what she brings in Aquaman. I also found her interaction with Aquaman to be quite interesting. The dynamic between the two was so real and unique in terms of superhero love interests. 

I absolutely loved the fight sequences towards the end, where the team unite. I was smiling like the Joker at that point, so enamoured by what I was watching. What I had been waiting years to see. The colour grading as always lends to add that extra element that makes a DC film just that, a DC film. It has that dark, grungy quality to it, which really adds to the overall feel of each film. It really worked in this film and at times I was thinking back to previous Batman films, both the 80-90’s and 00’s trilogies. The music was the perfect addition to each scene. My particular favourite was Aquaman aka Arthur Curry walking back to the ocean, drinking whiskey as a rocking track accompanies his strut. Reminded me of the scene in Suicide Squad where Deadshot is showing the prison staff just what he can do. Gary Clark Jr.’s cover of Come Together was one I thought, need to download and work out to this track, Wonder Woman style. 

There were some parts I’d edit down, like some of the more strategy talk, yes, it served a purpose, but I think it could have been done more succinctly. Also there was a fair amount of power posing done by the League. It wouldn’t be the Justice League without it though. In amongst all the action and drama there were some really great comedic moments. Each character had their own sense of humour. It wasn’t verbal, it was physical too. Flash was the king of comedy, the little idiosyncrasies he added working off others was so well done. The fist bump scene, for instance, which was further seen at the end of the film, and the scene where they’re all flying and Aquaman walks off having just intimidated Flash, Flash’s reaction in each situation is perfect.  I enjoyed seeing the different sides to each character, like Batman, actually overjoyed when he reunites with a certain character. It was also great to see Lois Lane (Amy Adams) and Martha Kent (Diane Lane) return to add another element to the aftermath of Superman’s passing. I really liked Lois’ role in the film, much like Martha, it shows the reality of certain situations. Two other characters return, but I can’t delve into these characters without giving things away. We’re also introduced to a certain character who will join the DC universe. Saving all that for a possible spoiler talk review. 

Justice League met my expectations and I can’t wait to see it again. I definitely recommend it and I actually can’t wait to marathon all the DC films and then go watch this again. It’s the perfect addition to the DC universe.

Rating: 4/5 

☆☆☆☆