#jack champion is taking my brain over

[chaethewriter]

Lightsaber

Jack Champion x reader

In which you and Jack have a duel with lightsabers.

word count: 1,6k

warning: legit just fluff and fluff, wrote this in my bed on a random sunday night in an hour, not proofread.

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy @wafflehousewrold

Disneyland.

The two of you were heavily influenced by the general shops at its entrance. You couldn't help it. You couldn't help it as Jack stared down at you with those puppy eyes.

"Matching lightsabers!" He had exclaimed, basically clinging onto you like an insect as he had begged you to play lightsabers with him. Hell, he even wanted to pay the overexpensive item for you. You didn't want him to, though. You weren't with him for the money. Even though the item would hit your bank account hard, you gave in. He looked too happy at the thought of matching items with his beloved. You had taken your card from your phone case as Jack carried two lightsabers under his arm.

"You know I'm paying, right?" His build was huge, bigger than your much smaller frame. He basically loomed over you as he stood in your way, making you unable to walk past him. When the two of you reached the counter, he put the items down for the worker to scan. Keeping you behind him with his build, he dug his hand in his pocket for his wallet. "Jack stop!" Your whines fell on deaf ears as he ran his card through.

Now you were at his home, sprawled out on the living room floor as you unpacked your lightsabers. "You didn't have to, you know?" Your eyes looked up at him, looking for any form of eye contact you could get. He stopped his focus on cutting the cardboard open as he locked gazes with you, "but I wanted to. Let me treat you, alright?" His words made you blush. You couldn't help but blush, your ears hot to the touch. Jack pulled the plastic safety pins lose, the plastic flying through the air as he held his lightsaber in his hands.

His eyes sparkled as he admired the item from above him. Meanwhile you were still struggling. Jack took notice to this, as he put his lightsaber down on your lap and pulled the other, which was still in the box, out of your grip. You wanted to question him as to why he did that, but he took the knife in his right hand and cut the lightsaber loose. "They're the same, that one is yours now, babe." He gave you a cheeky smile while his focus was still on his lap. Little gestures like these were your favorite— nothing too big, but daily occurrences that showed that he cared.

You got up from your seat with your grip on the lightsaber. "Let's customize it with the stickers I bought!" You had impulsively bought the stickers, not knowing what to do with them. Until now. The two of you could sticker your handles and make it fully matching. You had run to the other side of the living room to take the stickers out of your bag. They were stickers you bought at disneyland: mickey and minnie mouse. A classic. When you ran back, Jack had already freed the lightsaber from the packaging. "Look!" You pressed the stickers in his face as you plopped down in front of him. He held your wrist as he pulled it down to see your bright smile. You were adorable, honestly.

Jack had mickey stickers on his handle while you had minnie stickers. Both handles covered in tiny hearts of different shades that you had chosen for one another. "An garde?!" Jack jumped over the furniture as he hit your lightsaber with his, standing with his socks on the livingroom couch. You moved to the side in a defensive attempt, using your lightsaber to push him away. This made Jack lose his balance for a second, tumbling over the backrest of the couch. You stopped your movements as you slightly peered over the couch. Was he okay? But Jack jumped up from his fall, making you take a step back. The fighting continued as giggles left your lips when Jack ran to take a blanket and wrap it around his shoulders. "If only I was born way earlier, I would nail my role as Jedi!"

"Okay, Anakin Skywalker." You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, stepping towards him as your hits got more offensive. Thus resulting in Jack taking a step back after every hit he stopped. You had driven him in a corner. Victory was yours. Jack looked around as he had no way out. He couldn't lose! He was the true jedi! So he took matters in his own hands— gripping your wrists with both his hands as he pulled you closer to him, your body basically pressed onto his as he peered down at you. You blushed profusely at the action. You were always a sucker for enemies to lovers. "Is this what your enemies to lovers fantasies look like?" He had smirked at you as he said that, his brown eyes staring right at you that had you melting in your stand. You froze in your place as his gaze hypnotized you.

This was his chance. In one swift motion, he had you pressed on the couch with the hand holding your lightsaber unable to move. His was pressed against your chin as he grinned, "I won!" He brought his face close to yours, pressing a loving kiss to your lips as he got out of character. You just whined. Of course, Jack wad an actor. He was too good in this type of stuff.

The door to the living and dining room opened, as his mother walked in, "kids! Dinners ready." She looked around. The place was a mess. The carpet shifted to the wall, the chairs were either fallen over or moved aside with the pillows and blankets scattered all over the floor. Then her eyes landed on the two of you. And the lightsabers.

Teenagers.

His mother shook his head with a chuckle when Jack quickly got off of you, standing in the middle of the living room awkwardly, "we will clean this up I promise."

"You better! Get the table ready as well, alright? Dinner will be served soon." She gave you a knowing look, to which you blushed from, as she walked back to the kitchen— closing the door behind her. "That was so embarrassing!" You got up from the couch and dropped your lightsaber on the now empty space to fold your arms together. "Are you mad that you lost?" He wiggled his eyebrows as he peered down at you, "my little baby is mad!"

"You're so annoying! You're mean!" You looked away as your eyebrows scrunched up into a frown. Jack chuckled at your behavior. You were a little kid sometimes. He grabbed your chin as he forced you to look up at him, thus catching you off guard. This gave him the chance to grab your wrist and pull you against him again. The action made you heat up.

"What was that about being mean?"

"Jackson Champion!"

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion is taking my brain over #jack champion headcannons #jack champion imagines #jack champion imagine #ethan landry #ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry x reader

[subbypeterparker]

Hi!, I was wondering if you could do NSFW headcannons for Ethan Landry 🤭

Ugh you guys know just what to ask me 😫

warnings: NSFW below the cut!!

first things first, this man is 100% a complete and total sub

let’s be honest, with me we knew this was coming ;)

big on being pinned down ;) doesn’t matter if it’s through actual restraints, or your hands, he’ll be a blushing mess

such a sleeper after sex. as much as you’d love to do proper aftercare, he just instantly falls asleep (don’t worry, you take care of him as soon as he wakes up)

Ethan might be the biggest crier known to man (i’m biased, and think all puppy dog eyes give off that energy)

omfg there is nothing prettier than his eyes when the poor thing tears up

whiner (VERY vocal)

it’s a goddamn miracle chad hasn’t complained about the noise when you two fuck, as Ethan is the loudest person ever

moans, groans, whines, pleas and begs; he does it all, and does it very well

huge on getting choked. breath play is possibly his biggest turn on, and the simple feeling of your gentle hands wrapping around his neck just gets him going

into knife play…but only slightly! he doesn’t want his skin to actually be pierced by a blade, but the uncertainty of what you’ll do to him has him arching into the blade

he thrusts his hips a lot by accident, and usually while he’s inside you somehow (might end up being too rough, and you have to pin him down)

i’d like to think he’s very very sensitive (nipples, his pretty little tip, everything 🤭)

mommy and ma’am kinks. i will take no further arguments, he’s so so into things like that

“yes mommy” is his voice omg 😵‍💫

not big on fluids like spit, but oh my lord is he into cum play

however, he’s not 100% against the idea of you spitting in his mouth

big stutterer when he’s so into it. can’t form sentences, much less actual words

fully convinced he’s an everything man. boobs and butts, never just one

this just means he’s handys with everything he can reach, and you can fully expect him to have his mouth all over you, leaving hickies as he moves

honestly is into role play. as a nerd, his biggest thing is having his partner dress up as a character he fantasizes about

bonus points if it a dominant woman

very into humiliation. sitting with all your friends, while your hand secretly strokes his cock, and all the poor thing can do is sit there and take it

he’s the world’s #1 praise fan!! you heard it here first: whether it’s praising you (“god you feel so good”) between moans, or when you praise him (“baby you’re doing such a good job”), his brain goes numb, and he just becomes your toy to play with

he is however very into degradation, especially if you tie it in with hitting him 😋

pain. kink.

leave bruises and bite marks all over him, and this man will cum on the spot

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he is possibly my new favourite person i will write for (dw though, peter is here to stay 😋) but jack champion is just the sweetest guy i’ve ever seen, and i’m considering writing for him too (but it would just be fluff and angst)

#subbypeterparker #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #sub!ethan landry #sub ethan landry #scream #scream 6 #scream XI #jack champion #jack champion x reader #scream smut

[mellifiedprincess]

hii :) this is my first time writing on here, so please be kind to me. i do appreciate constructive criticism though!

a/n: while there isn’t any smut in this, there are some suggestive themes. there is also mention of anxiety

ANXIOUS MY LOVE?

jack champion x reader

He was spiraling. You could see it in his eyes, as soon as you looked over at him. He was freaking and you weren’t quite sure how to help. You couldn’t quite tell how deep in his thoughts he was at the moment.

You knew you needed to get him somewhere quiet though. Somewhere away from the prying eyes of reporters surrounding the red carpet.

“Hey, Jack? Hey-“ You pause as he meets your eyes. The whites of his tinged with pink from holding back tears. A soft worried smile makes its way to your face, and you place a comforting hand on his arm. “I’m gonna get you somewhere a little more quiet, okay?” All he can manage to do for now is nod.

You’re not sure if it’s the bright lights, the shouting from every direction, maybe even the nerves of everyone he loves watching the premiere of his new movie. Maybe it’s all of that and then some, but there’s one thing you know for a fact and that is he’s on the verge of an anxiety attack. You make quick steps to find the entrance of the building the premiere is being held in, avoiding the yells from cameramen trying to get pictures of your boyfriend.

You finally make it inside and find a quiet room, pushing him inside quickly, before locking the door making sure no one can disturb you two. “I’m just gonna let your mom know what’s going on. I don’t want her to panic when she can’t find us.”

After sending her a quick text, you stand in front of Jack, taking his hands into your own. “You wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty brain of yours?” You tilt your head a bit to look up at him, making eye contact so he knows he has your full undivided attention.

He’s leaning against a counter, big brown eyes staring straight into yours.

“It’s just a lot at once. This is my first big movie role, you know. I’m worried about disappointing you and disappointing my mom.

What if I’m a shit actor and this is all I’m ever gonna get because I suck so bad at doing the one thing I love.” Jack pauses, pulling you closer to his body, wrapping his arms completely around you and lays his head on top of yours before continuing.

“I just- We all have spent so much of our time on this movie. And not just the cast and crew, I’m talking about my mom too. She’s done so much for me. She’s given so much of her time for me.” He takes a breath in, his words getting caught in his throat.

“And you-“ He pauses again, moving his hands to cup your face. He smiles, his dimples peeking through, and then places a soft kiss to your lips. “You have been nothing but supportive, patient, and shown me nothing but love.”

You can hear the emotion in his voice. You can see the tears he’s trying his best to hold back. You can feel the slight shake in his hands.

“I’m terrified right now, baby. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

You place your hands on top of his, still resting on your cheeks. “Jack, I love you, okay? Your mom loves you too. And I’m willing to bet, she’d agree with me when i say, you could never disappoint us. We know how much you put into this. We know how hard you’ve worked.

You remember that little music video you made for school? About the pythagorean theorem.” A blush coats the apples of his cheeks, you know he hates that video. You love it though.

“Do you know how proud I was of you when you made that? You stepped outside of your comfort zone, and made something hilarious.” Jack shakes his head and he gives you a small laugh. “My point is, you can’t disappoint us. Cause no matter what you do, we’re gonna keep loving you and cheering you on.”

You move your hand down to his bicep, squeezing it before rubbing it up and down. “I seriously don’t deserve you.” Jack mumbles as he leans down to place another kiss to your lips. This time he deepens it, it lasting a lot longer than the other one. “Yeah, well you can prove your worth later when we’re alone.” You mumble back.

“We’re alone now.”

You push at his chest as his lips move down to your jaw. “I mean later in the privacy of our hotel room. Besides, my very attractive boyfriend is in this movie we’re about to watch. Can’t miss that, now can we?” You take your thumb and wipe away the pink lipgloss from his lips, a little more swollen from the heated kiss you two shared just moments ago. He grabs your hand before you pull it away and places a kiss to the palm of it, before grasping it in his.

“I guess you’re right.” Jack says as he rolls his eyes affectionately. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at him. “But seriously, are you feeling better?” Physically you can tell he is, but you being you needed him to verbally confirm he was okay, before going back out there.

He smiles down at you once again and grabs your chin, kissing you one more time before answering.

“Yes baby, i’m feeling much better because of you.”

“Good! Now let’s go watch little Jack run around with that big ass forehead on display.”

“Oh you’re paying for that one later.” Jack says as he pinches your sides, making you squeal with laughter.

His little threat meant nothing to you, you were just happy he was feeling better.

#jack champion x reader #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #big forehead

[astronomical-bagel]

The Rift was whispering.

More than whispering, really. Grian thought he could hear faint cheering emanating from it. Or maybe crying. 

Well, whatever it was, they were annoying, and Grumbot Prime’s messages were starting to get more and more on the “get that to stop or I’ll rip out your spine” side of the spectrum. And honestly, Grian was in favor of keeping his spine. He would even go so far as to say he was quite attached to his spine. So, with little regard to potential radiation poisoning or existential tearing of his soul, Grian stuck his head into the Rift.

The funny thing about the Rift, is that it had layers. It was a rip into the fabric of space, time, and reality, and through it, it had rings, like a tree. Like the strata in a rock, realities layered and fragmented and shifted in every mind-melting way. Eyes glinted off of each impossible facet in the dimensions around him, each one turning towards Grian as he stuck his head past the threshold of the rift. The rough whispers were amplified in here, ping-ponging around Grian’s brain.

Grian just raised his eyebrow, unimpressed by the eldritch horror living in his basement, “Seriously, guys? What’s going on now?”

The eyes turned pleading, their amethyst and tuff irises large and puppylike. Polls. We have polls. Vote in polls? Sexy? Sexyman?

Grian took a second to process what they were asking, before immediately u-turning out of there, “Nope. Nope. No way. Goodbye.”

But! Polls! The eyes cried, wailing over each other, Competition! Win in polls!

“I said goodbye, guys. I’m not debasing myself like that.”

Noo! Minecraft men! The watchers beseeched, each yelling out their chosen champion with renewed fervor, making the space around the Rift warp like it was being pulled in by a black hole. It did absolutely jack squat to Grian, though, only serving to make him roll his eyes at heir tantrum and further resolve to stay the hell away from their whole… situation.

That didn’t stop them from trying to campaign at him, though.

Vote Joe! Do you think a non-sexyman can look like THAT?

BLOODSHED AND CHAOS ON THE PLANET EARTH.

Vote for the little guy! Jimmy deserves to have a win! 

Phil’s winning MY sexyman poll

QUACKITY SWEEP 2023 PLS HE NEEDS THIS

Endorsed by Martyn, I repeat, we are endorsed by Martyn!

Vote Mumbo 4 sexyman! It’s been too long since he’s been campaigned for something against his will! With your help we can change that!

That last comment stopped Grian in his tracks, as suddenly as if he had hit a wall. The chatter behind him immediately went quiet with a sensation distinctly similar to an entire crowd holding their breath.

Grian ignored them and opened his inventory, swiping through it slowly until he took out his ender chest. He set it down and knelt, rifling through his diamonds and knicknacks, “You know…” he started, taking out a well-worn white shirt and holding it up to the light. A faded “MUMBO 4 MAYOR” shone in dull red at him, “It has been a while since I last wore this.”

Gumbot blinked at him, his mustache beginning to bounce up and down, a musical jingle starting to play as he booted up a sentence. A little piece of paper shot out of the dispenser, wafting down to the ground. With a growing grin, Grian picked up the paper, which read in big, bold words: MUMBO JUMBO 4 TUMBLR SEXYMAN.

“Well, Grumbot.” Grian planted his hands on his hips and smiled up at his huge, homicidal, robot son, “It looks like we have our work cut out for us, don’t we?

#just a silly little drabble #i think this is the most in-character response that grian would have to the polls. #he wont debase himself like that. but MUMBO on the other hand... #mumbo jumbo #grian #grumbot #mcytblr sexyman #mcytblr sexymen poll #hermitcraft fanfic #astro writes

[ghostenluvs]

today i was making my friend watch the lmk pilot, and got Jumpscared, bc i forget every time that there's a moment where red son goes "so you want to be heroes, huh? let me show you what happens to heroes" and my brain immediately went "????! C!TECHNO REFERENCE????????"

(luckily the friend was also familiar with dsmp so we were able to laugh together bc we had the same thought) (red son Would be a ctechno fan tbh) (he and mk wouldve been parasocial online enemies who got involved in c!bedrock discourse around the doomsday era methinks)

oh absolutely. (mei would champion cniki methinks. i also feel like mk would really vibe with ctubbo.)

i can just imagine the three of them bickering over lore together.

[they take a dsmp character uquiz]

[i think mei would get techno ngl or tommy, mk would probably get tubbo or tommy, red son gets jack manifold bc he pressed a wrong answer and didn't notice and promptly cracks the phone in half.]

tang has a strong taste of his own medicine listening to mk infodump cclingy and sbi lore and now can eloquently describe and debate over the entire history of l'manburg.

#<!3 answers #yippee headcannon fuel #dsmp #dream smp #lmk #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk mk #lmk mei #lmk red son #lmk tang

[remapped-soul]

show, don't tell / 1: neck kisses

Daniel gets a fake tattoo on his neck. Max can't focus on his press conference. These two incidents are totally related.

daniel/max, 1227 words, monza gp 2022, T

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Max likes Lando. They have been friends for a very long time, a shared history spanning years, karting tracks and cars too fast for their still-developing brains, the sound of revving engines and wheel guns forever etched into the back of their minds. 

Max really likes Lando. He has cried on his shoulder with the fireworks blooming against a pitch black Abu Dhabi sky the winter before. 

Max really, really likes Lando. He just doesn’t like seeing his face plastered on Daniel’s neck, grinning up at whoever dares to stare too long. Max feels – something, anything, he doesn’t know what. The chaos erupting on social media completely flies over his head, turning him into a vulnerable target for the onslaught of emotions that grip him as he notices Daniel with Lando’s face on his neck across the paddock. Max is confused, he is sad, he is– not angry, but it something alike stirs low and hot in his belly the more he thinks about it. Then Vicky ushers him inside the press conference, with a pat on his back and “play nice” whispered in his ears. 

Max doesn’t remember a single fucking thing from that conference. 

-

Max doesn’t get a chance to actually talk to Daniel until after they complete their track walks. He goes through every single part of his schedule like a man on a mission, throws himself headfirst into whatever the team wants him to do if only to escape the conversations happening around him. He fails spectacularly. 

When he sits down in the Redbull hospitality for a quick snack, someone on his table presses play on the press conferences. Max hears Lewis’ voice, cranes his neck to see what they’re talking about. Rick or Jack– Max tries really hard to remember all the names but the day has been hard enough as it is– turns his Ipad so that Max can see better. He doesn’t really pay attention, mostly looking through the screen, mind still mulling over the guy’s name – maybe it’s John or Alex or— 

“I have Lando’s face on my neck.”

Max snaps to attention like a dog on command. Daniel looks almost sheepish about the tattoo, smiling wide, white teeth on display, baring his neck in invitation on the small screen. Max almost breaks his plastic fork in two. Daniel is still smiling when he talks about the Mclaren team shenanigans as if the said team didn’t sack him a month before. 

“I heard Lando put that tattoo himself on Dan’s neck,” Rick or Jack or Alex says. 

Max does break his fork in two, forgets why he likes Lando in the first place until he has Daniel pressed against a wall in an obscured alley in the paddock, laughing at Max softly in the darkness of Italian night. 

-

Max would never consider himself a violent person. Sure, he is aggressive on track but he wouldn’t be a world champion if he pulled aside and let everyone pass him by. He grew out of his teenage hormones, expanded his mind and being into a self-aware, mindful individual that does not tell journalists to go fuck themselves anymore because he can control his feelings now, thank you very much. He has found equilibrium and peace, and some would say, probably Jesus. Max does kneel and pray indeed but to a different church.  

And then he sees Daniel across the paddock, t-shirt loose around his collarbones, smile loose and carefree on his face. Max’s brain decides it had enough maturity for the time being and fucks off into the metaphorical sunset in the time it takes Max to cover the distance between them. 

The excuses are passable at best –“I need to talk to Daniel about something; yes, it’s urgent”–, before Max stirs them away from curious eyes and eager ears into the darkness blanketing the spaces between the buildings. 

Daniel is laughing at him, eyes knowing, as Max pushes him against the wall. 

“Sup sunshine?” Daniel asks, his grin getting wider, wilder.

Max feels a little unhinged. He splays his fingers on each side of Daniel’s neck, pulls at his curls to reveal smooth skin and taut tendons. The temporary tattoo is long gone, and Max realises he has never cared about it in the first place. Anger turns to heat, pooling low in his belly, in his groin.

“Had a lovely day?” Daniel asks again, knowing. 

Max doesn’t – can’t– answer. He pushes his body against Daniel’s until he feels the heat sipping through his clothes, the California sun trapped under Daniel’s skin. Max pushes his shirt up, exposing skin and ribs and hard muscles, revels in the way Daniel trembles and arches under his hands. 

“It was fucking horrible,” Max whispers before he presses a fleeting kiss on Daniel’s collarbones, right where the collar of his shirt dips. He traces a fine line with tongue on his neck, bites at his Adam’s apple, sucks at the sensitive spot behind his ear that makes Daniel’s knees buckle. 

Daniel presses the back of his hand against his mouth in an attempt to muffle the sounds he’s making. 

“Why are you afraid?” Max asks as he licks at Daniel’s skin, tasting dried sweat and remnants of expensive cologne, and underneath it all, something sweet and heady that Max has come to associate with Daniel and only Daniel.  “You gave them a show today. Let them see what it did to me. Let them enjoy it until the end.”

“Hgnnnh.”

Max’s palms slide over Daniel’s waist, calluses catching against smooth skin, pulling their bodies flush together, slotting a leg between Daniel’s thighs, pushing at the growing hardness in Daniel’s pants. 

Daniel lets his hands drop to Max’s shoulders. Max stops kissing him, leans back to take in the view. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through today?” 

Daniel pants against him, blinking through the haze of his eyes. He is still smiling at Max, but it cracks at the edges. “Sorry, Max.”

It’s laced with the kind of shame that Daniel’s been carrying around like a cape all throughout the summer break. Max doesn’t like to hear it so he bites at his neck until Daniel yelps. 

“Hey. No marks.” 

“Do you know how hard is–” Max presses a kiss on Daniel’s jaw, “ – to walk around with a boner for an entire day?” 

Daniel freezes in his arms. He pushes at Max until they are eye to eye, looks at him as if he’s seeing Max for the first time. “I thought–” he pauses, unsure, “You’re not angry?” 

“Yes,” Mad deadpans, but his pretence is starting to break, words shaking. “I am angry. I am furious. I have been walking almost eight kilometres tonight with a fucking hardon.” His smile gets wider the more he talks, and it’s mirrored on Daniel’s face, tentative at first until it splits his face. He is so beautiful, so radiant and Max’s heart could burst with all the love trapped in his arteries. 

“Oh,” Daniel whispers. 

“Yes. Oh.” 

“And what do you want me to do about it?” Daniel asks, punctuating his question with a roll of his hips against Max’s thigh. 

Max holds them steady, heart beating against the back of his teeth. He swallows it until it's beating in his stomach, says, “Take responsibility,” before diving back for another kiss. 

-

prompts: main list, list 1, list 2, list 3

#max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #maxiel #luna.writes #show don't tell au #my stories #daniel/max fanfics #slightly n*fw #f1 fanfics #i honestly dont remember if vicky is still with rbr or not but this is a work of fiction so everything goes #there will be a master list eventually #maxiel fanfics #f1 rpf #my first f1 fic written in a coffee induced haze lol #this is the first thing i write and finish this year fucking hell it feels good

[epicspheal]

Heyo! I hope life's been treating you well! I recently threw myself off the deep end and tried to figure out the swsh timeline. A daunting task, I know. And by timeline I mean purely like. From Opal to Leon and everything that happened in-between. I've got a decent start in finding out the exact years that Mustard's reign as champion was ( 1970-1988), as well as some little details about Opal( like how she was born in 1932 and was 38 when she battled Mustard before he became champion). All of this is under the idea that swsh takes place in 2020 by the way. However, as I tried to visually map out how this timeline would go and I noticed two things.

1. This timeline is going to be heavily based on headcanoned ages if I want to have an exact date to when certain events happen. In general, some things are so vague that I might just have to put certain events, like everything with Kabu, at where they would better fit ( maybe somewhere in the 90's???)

2. With Mustard and Peony both stepping down, I realize that Peony couldn't have come after Mustard immediately. In 1988? With a kid Nia? Yeah, he would still be pretty young then. Same goes for Peony and Leon. Someone had to be in-between the two, since Peony stepped down as well. Also 3 champions in the span of 50 years. Not impossible, but still odd.

Basically I realized you were ahead of the game Spheal! My mind went to Jack when thinking about this, and now my brain is buzzing with ideas ( mainly involving one of Piers' parents, but that needs more thought). I just thought I'd share this experience before I go do another noise dive into Bulbapedia for any scraps of lore I may have missed.

And as always, have a good day/night!

Hey there ihopethisendswell! I'm doing well just swimming in an endless amount of cardiology/nephrology information. Ah yes the SwSh timeline (and honestly really any of the Pokemon timelines once you get to Gen 5) is more than a little aggravating. Props to you for tackling it for your verse! To your point about the headcanoned ages (and I too have struggled with that massively in cactusverse) this is where I really wished at the very least Pokemon would give out actual birthdays or just ages of the characters. I know many people enjoy the freedom a lack of canon ages/birthdays give them when coming up with stories but for me it's just really annoying. So often I have to just make vague statements. Like you for me Kabu is the epitome of vague in cactuverse. He's been there for about 2 decades for me.

I do believe Mustard was actually defeated rather than stepping down thanks to the loss of his partner he started losing his battle prowess, based on what's said on Bulbapedia. But yeah, Peony and Mustard's reigns are farther apart which makes sense given their ages. Mustard is over 50 and Peony (and Rose) are most likely late 30s/early 40s. That and Rose is more or less implied to have been chairman for not much longer than Leon had been champion and while we don't even have an actual estimate of Leon's reign (at least 10 years is the minimum but no more than 18). Mustard lost his title 32 years prior so there's up a 22 year gap where Peony could fall into. And yeah with Peony bouncing as soon as Rose stepped up there most likely had to be someone in between that Leon would've defeated. I mean it's certainly possible that the year Leon became champion there was no seated champ and thus the title was entirely up for grabs but more than likely i think he would've defeated a seated champion. To your point about potentially only having 3 champions in 50 years it's certainly possible but again odd and given what we know of the timeline likely unrealistic. This actually brings up something that's been hinted a lot by the champions in Pokemon Masters, that the title often switches hands frequently. Which makes sense when you look at Pokemon battling as a competitive sport like our Tennis, Football, Track and Field, etc. Who the number one player or team often changes from year to year. Even the greats like Serena Williams or Michael Jordan weren't always on top every year they were active. So the same would apply to Pokemon battling and champions. Who is on top can change frequently and when I think about the Hall of Fame room in Pokemon Origins which had a pretty big number of photos lining the wall, it's pretty safe to say that there are a lot more former champions in the Pokemon world than we think. They'll always be champions but the title of "reigning champion" is fleeting.

And with Galar being so competitive, I can definitely see it being the case that many champions don't last that long before being dethroned with some of them perhaps losing their title the year after they obtain it. That's why champions like Mustard and Leon end up being considered some of the greats in Galar because of how long they end up reigning (or in Leon's case the fact that he didn't incur any losses during his reign). But yeah Jack (as well as Calla and Cami) were all created champions on the basis of the idea that the title of reigning champion is fleeting and in Jack's case the need to fill in the question of "who was the champion Leon beat to take the title?" I'm excited to hear more about what you did for your verse! And you have a great day/night as well!

#cactusverse #ask epic spheal #champion peony #champion mustard #champion leon #pokemon headcanons #pokemon worldbuilding

[mxanigel]

For the fic writing ask: 10, 11, and 15 for An emotion I won't name

(You know I want to hear more about our shared Warden/Anders interest!!)

The noise I made seeing this ask 😆💜 thank you!! Prepare for rambling~

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

Would it make sense if I said it was chosen for me? When I first played DAO Awakening last year, which happened after I first completed DA2, I was bowled over by how different Anders felt as a character. My Warden for said Awakening run happened to be my arcane warrior who had little headcanoned content by that point but didn't feel right as a female character. Comparatively, and unexpectedly, their interactions with Anders DID feel right. More natural than how they fit with their companions during Origins. One day, I had a random image land in my brain of Anders cornering Neri in a dark Keep hallway, and from that point forward the two of them became a potential romantic pairing. Though I couldn't figure out how that would work, especially given DA2, and obviously Awakening lacks a romance system to help me get ideas. So I wrote a one-shot to see how it might work, fell in love with the pairing in part because Awakening Anders helps Neri accept themself, realized I couldn't stop at a one-shot, and now I have an entire worldstate centered around Neri. With possible fic content planned out through DAI. Because it takes a long time for Neri to finally name the emotion they feel for Anders and even longer for them to confess that to him.

Also, I eventually commissioned art of that hallway scene~ (by Jack, @/YogSothott on Twitter)

11: What do you like best about this fic?

Other than the answer to #15 below, I'd say it's the emphasis on communicating with others, whether as friends or found family or lovers. And the damage that can be done when communication is poor or absent (see fic title lolsob). This idea extends to explicit consent regarding intimacy, to Anders accepting and encouraging Neri to act in ways that align with their identity, and to Neri navigating the line between friendship and being in command (like calling out Oghren over something he did post-battle in chapter 7). There's also the element of choosing what to (or not to) communicate, because we have parts of ourselves we don't always want to share with others.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

"An emotion I won't name" is super special to me for helping me explore my own identity, alongside challenging me because of how different Neri and I are in other ways. Neri is demiromantic and pansexual and seeks physical intimacy but fears emotional vulnerability. I'm on the other end of the spectrum for most of those traits, lol. But we're both nonbinary, and I'm more accepting of that about myself by writing Neri. Especially by writing their story in first-person POV, which enables me to inhabit their mind more directly, to see what they see and feel what they feel. They're also a slightly unreliable narrator, not that they necessarily realize that.

It's impacted my other fics in evolving ways, too. I think I'm a better writer for attempting first-person POV. I'm now more willing to play loose with canon because altered events in Neri's Awakening journey have cascading impacts for what transpires in DA2 and DAI. I also got to create characters I may never have imagined otherwise: Champion Dana Hawke, Inquisitor Raven Cadash, non-Warden Heather Cousland. All characters who now mean a lot to me.

Link to the fic for anyone curious:

(rated M, agender Warden/Anders, multiple chapters with NSFW content, ongoing)

#thank you for the ask! #fanfic author ask game #Neri Surana #Anders #agender Warden/Anders #An emotion I won't name #oof I'm feeling all the feels (in a good way)

[tymime]

The more I watch movies and TV, I’m finding that I generally prefer TV when it comes to ongoing stories featuring the same cast of characters. (Of course, being the cartoon fanatic that I am, I’m mostly talking about animation.)

I think what first made me realize this was the Ice Age series. Over time, there have just been too many characters to keep track of and attempt to give them equal screen time- which, ironically, makes it nearly impossible to give them proper character arcs. By the time Ice Age: Continental Drift came around, there were so many characters that it was really only Manny and Diego who got any development.

In contrast, a show like All Hail King Julien or The Adventures of Puss in Boots had ample time to allow almost every character to shine during their time in the spotlight, mostly because they had episodes focused entirely on them. Puss himself and Dulcinea in particular were able to learn and grow by quite a bit. Some movie series feel like they’re stuck trying to top themselves and be more and more epic with each installment, with no breathing room for smaller, less high-stakes stories. (The Marvel Cinematic Universe being a major exception, of course.)

Not all TV series are like this, of course. But I’ve found that I’ve grown very, very weary of ongoing series, whether it’s the big screen or the small screen, that have only one continuing plot line. Mostly this is because I get really tired of plots that go on and on forever until they get canceled. You know how it is: You get all riled up about some mystery or conspiracy the heroes have to solve, and you’re waiting for all of your questions to be answered, and BAM! there’s a season finale that raises just as many questions as it answers, and the plot thickens until it can choke a horse. Either that or the goal post keeps moving away, and the heroes never defeat the villain or become the world champion or whatever, ad infinitum. Quantum Leap and the Pokémon anime come to mind, while Samurai Jack only escaped this trap because Genddy Tartakovsky was able to make a final season.

What the heck happened to adventure series that only had one adventure per episode? That sort of show is fun and keeps things varied and fresh. Something new happens every week. It’s occurred to me that it’s actually really unrealistic for a character’s life to stay on a single track for the rest of eternity. In real life, new things can surprise you every day. Your job and your hobbies and your family are interweaving branches that take you different paths, different journeys. There are way too many TV series nowadays that feel the need to be clever and have an endless arc with so many plot twists that it knots up on itself, never allowing the characters to do anything else except remain hyper-focused on one singular task. I find it incredibly boring and tiresome, and it makes my brain hurt. Maybe I LIKE “monster of the week” shows.

I do make exceptions, however. There’s the aforementioned Marvel Cinematic Universe, which somehow rarely suffers from these pitfalls (although Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is pretty guilty of them). It miraculously blends together epic cosmic battles and more domestic battles, while never feeling singular in its scope, or ever neglecting to give characters enough screentime. The Adventures of Puss in Boots also had an ongoing plot throughout its run, but it’s constantly evolving into a new one. It’s more like the plots overlap one another.

There have been several times when I’ve watched an animated movie and thought to myself, “This would make for a great TV show. I want to see the characters go on more adventures!”

#opinions #thoughts #movies #tv #television #cartoons #animation #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #ice age #all hail king julien #puss in boots #dreamworks

[thebadtimewolf]

Tentoo was a biological metacrisis, what happened in the third doctor audio was still a mental metacrisis like what happened to Donna.

Tentoo has the same exact mind && he is not another man and his mind did not burn. If you are using audios as canon you could listen to Flight Into Hull.

im just happy to pour out all the lore i got in my from reading and listening and watching dr who. so buckle up yo.

Considering the 50th anniversary with Paul McGann bringing up literal characters strictly from audios as a goodbye speech all the way to how he also interacts with other doctors in comics, tv (as seen later with 13) AND BOOKS: not only is the audios are canonical alongside the books and tv but that whatever we see on the tv on a week to week basis is just a snippet of the travels that is later referenced or mentioned upon in other forms of media (my favourite examples is the river meeting ten FRESH AFTER TEN SAW HER JUST DIE AFTER DROPPING DONNA OFF FROM THE LIBRARY ADVENTURE LIKE WOW BAD TIMING ON HIS PART GOOD LORD. and of course the time lord victorious multi media of comic/book/audio that takes place as its own season of specials with 8 9 10 DIRECTLY after water of mars BUT BEFORE THE 50TH FOR TEN TIMELINE WISE LIKE SIR 10 OF THE TARDIS CHILL OUT PLS?).

They all tie in together, and unfortunately, that means that all the batshit ways of 8th dr adventures are canon to our televised dr. (even ripping straight from time's champion plotline with 13 from 8/human nature with 10 from 7/time vortex absorption to become a god with rose from 8/forced separation by being sent to a future or past incarnation of the dr to gabby in the comics (10 to 12) from charley in the audios (8 to 6) etc.). And if those audios are canonical - so is everything else since other incarnations references said events of tv/book/comic/audios within their own lil adventures as well. That being said:

10too however is very much not that. He has the same mind up to christmas invasion AND THEN NONE OF THE CHARACTER GROWTH WHATSOEVER FROM TEN. HE NEVER EXPERIENCED LOSING ROSE IN DOOMSDAY AND SKIPPED MARTHA ENTIRELY AND SKIPPED WILF AND MISS MINOGUE AND ALL OF DONNA UP TIL the end of turn left and then stolen earth/journey’s end because as 10too himself states that he could see in donna’s mind WAY BEFORE DAVROS SHOCKS HER - thereby cementing that he’s not the actual dr. he’s just essentially jackson lake but reverse. 

The difference between 10too and 3rd dr - regeneration-order-wise - is that the 3rd dr’s metacrisis event is what essentially a doctor who-version of what happened with cyberlisa and the pizza delivery girl in torchwood’s cyberwoman ep. albeit that this was between two humans in the worse case scenario versus what happens when one attempts to do this to a time lord and a human. in 3′s case, its either all in one fell scoop of physical brain transference or what exactly happens with the human. Either way, its really bad for the humans involved. again audios are wild. a good near reference of this is idris. but tardises do not equal time lords/gallifreyans/the dr’s true species. 3 didnt lose a limb and grew another him via the human dna nor have his entire conscious in another body. audios and tecteun love brushing over the very-in-your-face-body-horror.

even in flight into hull and other jackie and 10too- jackie and himself complain about his lack of self. (this is a running theme with 10too licensed content - him losing his time lord knowledge day by day and is struggling in building the very thing that came SO EASILY, EFFORTLESSLY for him to build prev. that the end result when dealing with threats is just blowing them up and calling it day - very much harking back to pm harriet jones or martha and the ostenhagen key or jack and sarah jane with the warp star - that it takes JACKIE to remind himself about actually REASONING WITH THE THREAT. TO SLOW DOWN. TO NOT FORGET HE IS NOT A HAND THAT CAN JUST DROP FROM A GREAT HEIGHT AND LIVE? that being said, his mind in a way does not burn. however it seems VERY HEAVILY IMPLIED IN OTHER MEDIA AND AUDIOS that he is getting alzheimer’s due to being a previously limb that was strictly as a bridge to enter the minds of humans. that empire of the wolf comic MADE THIS IN A NEAR POSSIBLE OUTCOME FOR HIM WHY DID THEY DRAW IT LIKE THAT? THAT IS A WELL KNOWN TV AND FILM TROPE I DO NOT LIKE WHAT IT IS IMPLYING FOR 10TOO

if you stopped at flight into hull for 10too content - STAY. DONT BE LIKE ME. DONT. ITS SAD AF IN THESE STREETS. only one is gonna live and what it seems like in donna’s case? sorry 10too and his deteriorating mind. u were a real g in the streets and the sheets.

#bw: out of ethos #answered #anonymous #tv: doctor who #{if you want to read all that: cool. if you dont: cool. but i think we should be more worried for 10too} #{because 10 just ASSUMES she'll die he neeverrr thought about the effect it would have if that DOESNT happen} #{like he ASSUMED that her mind will burn and she'll die but he never stopped to think about what will happen to 10too if that dont work} #{vincent van gogh in dr who is very much a hint of what will happen to 10too if her mind burn and she dont die} #{so u know.... brace for those kilgrave bein injected and hardy clutching his chest type of emotes from 10too}

[draftingteacups]

Hello, I wonder what Soni and Swanna's reaction be when they found out that Octavinelle trio confiscates the Ramshackle dorm. Peace is for fools. War is the only solution.

FUTURE SPOILERS for Episode 3 in "The Eternal Blooming Flower" and other things; proceed at your own risk

Lemme just say that Soni is, in this Episode, at her freaking angriest (in the currently released chapters; Episode 6 is not fully released yet at the time of this ask) due to the crap pulled by Adeuce and Grim.

Like we've seen her when she's angry in Chapter 4 of "The Eternal Blooming Flower", and that was pretty intense.

That will not even compare to what kind of mess Episode 3 will be when her friends decided to take the help of a shady ass businessman when she as a teacher's assistant would be able to help them without them selling their magic away.

Grim is not spared from her rage at all. NOPE. Everyone's gonna suffer before she talks to anyone. For the most part, she's sticking with Jack as he hasn't done anything to piss her off, and Jack agrees on that point.

As for Azul... the poor unfortunate bastard...

If Azul decides to take the building, Soni would be pissed because of all the hard work put into it, but that's doable. It's just a building. If Azul tries to take her Pokémon in the contract, well... that's an entirely different story.

"Take my Pokemon away from me and they take your life, right here and now behind closed doors." Soni's rage radiates off of her so violently that Jack, who's sitting beside her, shivers.

"My, is that a threat, Prefect?" The twins begin to hover over her menacingly. How cute, he thinks that scares her. She's dealt with worse.

"Oh no, that's not a threat, Azul." Soni smiles without it reaching her eyes, her voice cold and angry as she says, "That's a promise."

Trust me when I say, no one is prepared for a Soni who is very determined to get what she wants.

I'm still reconfiguring Episode 3 entirely because Soni's previous experience with Team Flare and her reign as Champion gave her an edge in dealing with people that are like Azul.

When Soni is angry and determined with a lot of spite powering her, no one is safe.

There's a reason why Team Flare/Neo Flare hasn't been able to rise up and it's mostly because of her.

I've been thinking about one of the other part-timers at the Pokemon Labs who encountered Soni during a Team Flare scenario, and uh... Soni was freaking scary during that time period 🤣☠️

I was thinking of writing it out because it's been stuck in my brain for a long time, but I wanna focus on Episode 1 and the aftermath of that first before I can potentially write something spoilery (?)

Swanna, who hears all of what happened from Soni, goes ballistic and decides to enact justice because there's going to be a bunch of knuckleheads in Ramshackle?

Who are these bastards?! Octillery?! EELS?

*ANGRY SWANNA NOISES AND HISSES*

This begins Azul's intense fear of Swanna and white birds in general. Getting attacked in the sky, harassed in his entire dorm, and beyond Episode 3 stretching into Episode 4 when he's threatened by the bird again to help Soni.

The Leeches also get scared of Swanna immensely because Swanna is very, very chaotic and will stop at nothing until Soni gets her dorm back. Jade loses a lot of mushrooms, Floyd can't squeeze Swanna because it Drill Pecks him into oblivion, and all of them get Vibechecked™️

#twisted wonderland #pokemon #pokemon au #twisted wonderland x pokemon #ask #soni monet #pokemon trainer oc #spoilers #spoilers for fic #untitled swanna game #swanna #soni's scary #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #eternal blooming flower

[chaethewriter]

bf does my makeup q&a

Jack Champion x content creator!reader

In which you record a Youtube video with your boyfriend, the one and only Jack Champion.

word count: 2,3k

Warning: fluff, lots of fluff that it's cringey, this took me 5 days to write bruh I'm lacking

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy @wafflehousewrold

"Camera, set!" You put your camera on its stand as you flipped the screen around, pointing towards the front for you to see. Jack appeared on the screen as you did so, sitting on the couch in your room as in front of him stood a table with your two makeup bags and a mirror. You pressed record when everything was clear on screen— centered and not lopsided. You took a step back as you watched yourself on screen, thus making him immediately grab you by the waist, putting you down on his lap. He held you tightly against him, his arms caging you from behind, "Mmm, can't you start the intro now?" His face buried in your hair as he spoke, satisfied with the position they were in. But you had different ideas, as you abruptly got off his lap and took a seat next to him, your legs thrown over his lap, "you can't do my makeup when I'm on your lap, pookie." You booped his nose with your nail as the words left your lips. As a response, he groaned as he sat back, resting his back against the soft material of your coach, his hands behind his neck as he watched you through his eyelids. You took your phone out and clicked on the Instagram icon for today's video.

"Hello, pookies! Welcome back to the channel. Today is a very special video as I'm joined by my sweet Jack!" You wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him close to you, your cheeks pressed against one another. He brought his arms down, wrapping one around your waist. His gaze settled on your camera as he smiled, "Hi guys!" He greeted your viewers with his other hand raised into the air, doing his familiar greeting sign with his thumb, index, and middle finger. You pulled away from your boyfriend, putting your phone in your lap as you clapped in your hands, "Today! As the title said, Jack here will be doing my makeup as we answer relationship questions you guys have sent me through my story!"

"Follow her insta, by the way! Appearing right here!" Jack is almost a natural, as he did some magician movements with his hands for you to edit your username in. You watched as he did so, making you burst in a fit of giggles, "You're such a natural babe, you should start your own channel."

"What can I say? I'm Jack the Champ!"

"So cringey?" The two of you looked into each other's eyes as you laughed. You clung onto your stomach as Jack clung onto you for dear life. The laughing continued for like five minutes. You really had to cut this out later. "Okay! Okay! So Jack needs to recreate my usual makeup look with the makeup provided while we answer questions. I'm such a kind girlfriend, so I allow him to have a picture of my makeup look on his phone." You explained, pointing at his phone flat on the table with a picture of you opened.

"I just want to announce that I know what my girlfriend looks like and that I already had this picture of her in my gallery as well as hundreds of other pictures I snapped of her!" You rolled your eyes at that statement, a chuckle leaving your lips, "Yeah, yeah! Anyways, let's get started. What do we start with, babe?" You watch as Jack carefully unpacked your makeup bags instead of throwing them upside down. He knew how much you valued your products, and he made sure he was gentle with them. It gave you a warm feeling. He put everything down in a neat order, looking at all the different brushes and products, "so from my acting experience, because you know I'm an actor, they always use the prime thing first? Like to keep your makeup intact?" He looked at you with puppy eyes, asking for approval to his words. You knew you're supposed to not give him any hints, but you couldn't stop yourself from nodding your head. While Jack looked for the 'prime thing', as he said it, you scrolled through the questions you were asked.

"Found it!" The two of you exclaimed at the same time: Jack talking about the primer and you talking about a question. He picked the product up— the glass container filled with a white cream as a lid covered the pump. You smile as he pumped some on the back of his hand and taps it against your skin with his finger, putting both his hands on your cheeks right after and spreading it with his palms. You fell into a fit of giggles as he did so, "Jack!" You exclaimed with your face all squeezed up. Proud of his work, he pulled his palms away and awaited a question from one of the viewers. You brought your phone to your face as you read the first question, "How did the two of you meet? Jack, the honor is to you."

Jack brought his hand to his chin as he pretended to think, thus making you playfully slap his chest, "Don't pretend you don't know, now!"

"Okay okay! We actually met during my Avatar press tour. She was all over me and I thought she was incredibly pretty." He exaggerated what had actually happened and you barely wait to voice this out loud, "That's not how it went! Stop embarrassing me!" Your face heated up as you looked at the camera, "Yes we did meet at his press tour, but I wasn't 'all over him'! I just asked for a picture, posted it, and tagged him in it, and all of a sudden, he was in my DMs. Don't change the story now, mister Champion!"

This time, it was Jack's turn to blush immensely. His secret revealed how he actually made the first move. He recollected himself, before a grin spreaded across his face, "I mean what can I say? I'm a rizzer."

"Oh god, please never say that again."

The two of you laughed as he picked the eyeliner up, "You have a weird way of applying makeup, so this actually comes second. I don't understand why, though?" He uncapped the eyeliner, revealing the inbuild eyeliner brush. "Eyeliner is so hard to do! Like it takes so long cause I want it to be perfect and by the time I am done my foundation isn't correct anymore because of the wiping!" You whined your complaints out, already growing frustrated thinking about the struggle.

Jack put his hand on your waist as he pulled you closer to him, "Sit still, baby. I never did this before so uhm here goes nothing?"

"Don't poke my eyeball, please." You then kept your mouth shut, as if it helped with him doing better. Jack is incredibly delicate with it though— he held your chin with his hand while the eyeliner was in his other staring directly into your eyes as he concentrated on his work. You felt your skin heating up yet again, your grip on the eyeliner tube wet, thanks to your sweaty hands. It doesn't matter how long you're together with him. He never failed to make you feel nervous. He never broke eye contact, not even when he dipped the brush in the eyeliner. His breath fanned against your skin as he leaned in closer, "Are you nervous?"

"Shut up..." Your voice came out softer than expected. Unfortunately, he pulled back to admire his handywork. It's not even, but he is proud either way. "Next question, babe!" He playfully nudged you with a cheeky grin.

"You're so annoying!!" You quickly brought your phone to your face in an attempt to hide your embarrassed state. "But you love me!"

"What attracted you to Jack and vice versa? Definitely his goofy self. I usually don't look at gym guys, but Jack's goofy demeanor and just being himself made me attracted to him, no matter what he does."

"You're so cute!" Jack pulled you closer yet again, basically seating you on one of his as your legs dangled to one side. He faced the camera while his arms held you steady, "What made me attracted to her is definitely her way of texting. You feel her care and love and joy when she texts you. She's so sweet about it too, aren't you?" He faced you again with a cheeky grin, making you blush like crazy, "so annoying!!"

He picked your foundation and concealer off the table in front of you, "These are all too familiar to me, but I can't remember which one goes first?" He looked at you with puppy eyes, hoping to get an answer out of you. This time, you kept your mouth shut as you let him figure it out himself. He pouted at you, putting the concealer down. He uncapped the foundation and looked at the brushes. "Babe, which one? You should help me out, I wanna do good."

You almost give in. Almost. Too bad for Jack though, because you only gave him a cheeky grin. His gaze traveled from your pretty face to the table. There were so many different brushes and sponges. He remembered makeup artists using a big one, but which one? He decided on the latter and took the biggest one in his hand. It needed to spread and cover the entire face, after all, right? He decided to follow his gut and put a few small pumps on the back of his hand. He dipped the fluffy part of the brush against it and pressed it to your face. Like you were a canvas and he was the painter. Your chuckling made him roll his eyes, "stay still! I'm being a professional right now."

"sure you do, babe."

Jack started to feel himself in his role as makeup artist. He didn't wait for you as he immediately got on with the concealer. He tapped the wand under your eyes and on your nose, just like artists do to him. He took a small brush and blended it by tapping it. You watched how the tip of his tongue slips out from in-between his lips, his concentration to the max.

Even though your boyfriend has adhd, he can for sure keep his focus on you the entire day. "Next question! Ohh I like this one. When did you realize you fell in love with each other?" You tapped your chin as you think about it. You have always loved Jack, but when did that go from celebrity crush to a real crush?

"I have always loved Jack, if I am going to be honest. I started following him since his Avatar announcement, but he turned into a crush from the moment he wanted to switch from Instagram DMs to messages." You explained as you locked your sparkling eyes with him, awaiting for his response.

He took a moment to admire you, a warm feeling bubbling inside his chest since he knew the exact moment that he realized. "When you looked up at my face with those worried eyes that held so much care as you held on my arms. You always did so, but there was a time when it didn't feel friendly anymore. It felt like so much more as my heart sped up."

That was all it took for you to literally take off.

You sprinted out the room, towards the bathroom, in pure disbelief. The disbelief that he had actually decided to answer the question like that. The disbelief that a boy could actually be so true to his feelings.

"baby? Where are you going?" Did he say something wrong?

You stood in the middle of the bathroom with your face in your hands, teary eyed as you smudged your makeup. "babe?" He had followed you to the bathroom. When he heard your sobs, he immediately panicked. His arms wrapped around your figure, his cheek resting against the crown of your head as his hands caressed your back, "did I do something wrong?"

"no you just, you're, you." You didn't know why you were crying. Well, you did know the reasoning, but you didn't know why it made you so emotional.

"You truly love me."

"yes, yes I do. Of course I do. More than anything else." He ran his hands over your back. He knew you had a hard time when it came to romance in general. You had told him and he made sure to take good care of you, until you truly believed him. And that you did. He took such good care of you. And he would continue to do so until his very last breath.

Recording was long forgotten as the two of you bathed in each other's arms.

He was so happy to be yours.

BONUS:

"Ow! This hurts! Baby please stop!" After the makeup video, you had begged Jack to do a skincare routine with you. He had agreed, not knowing it could have been this bad. It was charcoal mask day.

"It's supposed to hurt!"

"Why would you do this to yourself? Ow ow wait!" He extended his arms to keep you away from him. He was much taller than you, so it certainly did the job. "But why! What does it do?"

"it deep cleans your skin, basically. Your face is going to be silky smooth when I kiss your face all over!"

He thought about it for a second. Kisses? Lots of kisses?

"Do I get lots of kisses after you pull it off me?" You nodded as a response. He sighed in defeat as he took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. This was your cue to stand in between his legs, his arms wrapping around you immediately. Your fingers made its way to the pulled bit of his dried mask.

"Fine, you can do it! But I expect a lot of smoo- OH MY FUCK AHHH!" 

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion is taking my brain over #jack champion headcannons #jack champion imagines #jack champion imagine #ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream #scream 6

[disgruntledspacedad]

hello! dont know if youre taking requests currently but maybe a sweet lil hc about having a game night w/ each of pedros boys and what games they would want to play, if they're competitive, idk things like that! feel free to have fun w that idea tho :) also hope your having a good day <3

The Boys and Game Night

Javier Peña 

Javi is fiercely competitive in all of his pursuits, but he really shines at bar games. Think darts, cards, and shooting pool. He will smirk and tease and talk a lot of smack, but for the most part, he plays fair. Just don’t expect him to take it easy on you.

Din Djarin

You might have to convince him a little, but once Din relaxes, he makes an excellent partner. Din Djarin is a quick learner, and he’s got an excellent mind for strategy and spatial awareness. He patiently teaches you Dejarik, and, once you’ve got the hang of things, he shows you no mercy. He might even chuckle a little when you groan in frustration at yet another defeat, and sometimes, you catch him fiddling with your rubik’s cube during those long hyperspace jumps. 

Maxwell Lord

This motherfucker cheats badly at monopoly and blushes and blusters when you call him out on it. That’s really not a surprise. What’s more shocking is that Max Lord is the undisputed charades champion. When you tease him that he missed his calling in theatre, Max smirks, backs you into the wall, and kisses you silent. 

Marcus Pike

Listen, you have not lived until you’ve played Twister with Marcus Pike, okay? It doesn’t even matter who wins - you both wind up in a tangled heap on the floor, red-faced and laughing. 

Marc Moreno

Marc Moreno might look like an unassuming sweetheart, but he’s got the dirtiest mind of all of the boys, and a quick wit to match. He will absolutely annihilate you at Card Against Humanity. Seriously. Be careful with your drink, or you might just wind up spewing beer out your nose, and take it from me, that shit hurts.

Jack Daniels

Whiskey is a blast at a party, but never, ever invite him to poker night unless you want to lose all of your cash. Whiskey is the kind of asshole who is always making funny faces at his hand - so expressive that you lose your fucking focus, and so random that it’s impossible to know if he’s bluffing. He’s also pretty good at yard jenga, and not one bit shy about bragging on his rock-steady fingers. 

Pero Tovar

Pero doesn't really have the patience for board games. Instead, he might challenge you to a spar, and if that’s off the table, a drinking game. Don’t be fooled, though; this Spaniard is competitive as fuck, and if you play your hand correctly, you can coerce him into just about any number of ‘compromising’ scenarios. He might just have fun, too.

Zach Wellison

Chess, clue, battleship, risk - Zach is the king of critical thinking. He will outsmart you every time, and he’s only mildly apologetic about it.

Ezra

An all around shoo-in as the winner of whatever game you’re playing, Ezra is the guy that you want at your back during game night. He’s got a brain packed full of random facts, the kind of asshole who always takes the pie at Trivial Pursuit. Ezra is also really good at word games like taboo, catch phrase, and scrabble.

Frankie Morales

Frankie is a soft boy at heart, the sort of sweetie that might subtly let you win until you call him on it. You don’t even realize it’s happening until you crash a boys’ night at Benny’s place. There, you discover a whole new side of Frankie Morales - the ruthless, level-headed strategist with a sharp mind and a eye for detail. You’re absolutely awestruck and a little turned on by this cut-throat, shit-talking Frankie, and when you get him home, you're quick to tell him so. 

“Really, babe? No mercy?” he confirms, that lopsided dimple flashing gorgeously as he cracks a slow, knowing smile in your direction.

You swallow dryly, keenly aware of the predatory gleam in his eyes as the backs of your thighs brush the edge of your bed. “Absolutely none.”

Thank god my voice came out pretty level, is the last coherent thought you have before Frankie is all over you, hands and lips and tongue and teeth and hard warm body enveloping you in a mind-numbing flood of devastating sensation. 

Fuck game night, am I right?

#Javier Peña #reader insert #din djarin #din djarin x reader #Javier Peña x reader #agent whiskey #jack daniels #jack daniels x reader #pero tovar #zach wellison #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #why the fuck is it always Frankie for me??? #seriously #it’s always Frankie guys

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

NSFW for Trent 🥺🤭

Trent Alexander-Arnold NSFW alphabet

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ smut ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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

Trent will collapse on your body after sex and just lay there for a few minutes trying to calm his breathing down. After that he will get up, get some water and a washcloth and start cleaning you both up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his are his hands. He loves seeing you go crazy over his hands. Always wanting to hold them and play with his fingers constantly remembering how good they feel inside you.

About your body Trent really loves your tits. He loves seeing you in tops that leave little to his imagination, always spoiling you with new bras he think will look good on you. Trent constantly would want to see you boobs covered in his cum.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

That’s why he prefers to cum on your body. Now and then he will cum inside you, however seing your body covered in his seed has to be the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Scoop some of his cum up and lick it off your fingers and he will immediately be ready for round two.

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

Trent loves to see you be needy, it’s an ego boost for him. He loves feeling needed and seeing that he’s the only one that can make you feel good.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Trent is not the most experienced but he definitely knows what he’s doing. He loves getting to know more about your body and learning knew things about you. He definitely knows how to pleasure you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He will not necessarily have a favorite position because he enjoys the sight of your body in any way. If he would have to decide on one particular position it would probably be cow girl.

Seeing you on top of him gets him incredibly hard. Having your boobs bounce right in front of his face, your nails digging in his skin but still being able to control the pace is what he loves about it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Trent is definitely more on the goofy side. Always trying to make you laugh because there’s not a lot that’s sexier for him than your laugh. However it’s like you‘re flipping a switch and he’s suddenly all serious. Being concentrated on fucking your brains out.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trent shaves. Not necessarily every other day, but he likes to keep himself pretty clean from hair.

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

He is constantly praising you. Telling you how good you are for him.

„you feel so good baby“

„such a tight pussy my love“

„you make daddy feel so good“

„such a good girl“

„daddy loves how you‘re squeezing his cock“

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Trent is mastrubating a lot, with being a footballer he is often away from you. He will try to call you as much as possible so that you two can get off together.

Trent loves seeing you touch yourself. He will often make you rub your clit and just sit there palming his dick through his pants. Enjoying to hear you moan his name.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Mutual masturbation - he loves the fact that just looking at him and touching yourself can get you off.

Dirty talk - as i said before he’s constantly praising you. Always telling you what he’s going to do you and how much he’s enjoying it.

Daddy kink - he loves to hear the name come out of your mouth.

Punishment - he loves to order you around and have some kind of power of you. If you don’t obey you are going to regret it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Location doesn’t matter to him. As long he is able to be inside you everything is right.

However trent really loves to have you in his car. Pushing his seat back and letting you climb on his lap and just having his way with you.

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

your boobs - as i said before tight tops are his weakness

kissing his neck

whispering in his ear - even if it’s something completely innocent it always gets his imagination running wild

when you are angry - trent really loves to fuck your frustrations out of you

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would not like to share you. The thought of another guy touching you in an intimate way really makes him insecure and would not be an option for him.

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

Trent definitely knows what to do with his tongue. He would have to perfect little mixture of tongue and fingers figured out. Loving to assault your clit and reach the deepest parts inside you at the same time.

There’s hardly a sight he enjoys more than you with his dick in your mouth. Taking him as deep as possible, mascara running down your checks and your fingers touching yourself.

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

Trent would love you to have you fast and rough for one moment, telling you what a slut you are for him and being really dirty.

The other moment he will go slow and make sure you’re feeling every part of his dick. Telling you all kinds of romantic things.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Trent doesn’t like quickies. He will always want to make time to please both of you as much as possible.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

When it comes to places he’s always willing to take risks, loving fuck you in public places forcing you to hood back your moans.

He’s also really likely to experiment with you, always wanting to try stuff at least once before you decide whether you like it or not.

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

He will not necessarily last too long however he will be able take you all night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He once bought you a vibrator before he went away for a champions league game. This vibrator really comes in handy everty time he is gone, however Trent would also love to use it on your clit while he is fucking you senseless.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Trent loves to tease. He’ll even leave you all horny for a few hours before really fucking you.

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

Trent can’t stop groaning when he’s inside you. Always panting and moaning. He’ll be especially loud when you go down on him, not being able to stop the moans. Sometimes you even have to cover his mouth when you two are going at it somewhere public.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Trent loves when you leave hickeys. Not necessarily on his neck but on his chest and lower torso. He really enjoys feeling you suck and nibble on his v line.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Trent is a little above average, however he is really thick. Always being able to see how your walls are being stretched out by him.

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

Trent has a rather high sex drive, however he will fuck you so hard that you both need to calm down for a few hours. Besides that he really is down to fuck you at least every two days.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will definitely make sure you fall asleep first. Watching you peacefully and combing his hands for your hair.

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[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. This is a window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the Italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

hey girlypops! here is part 5!!! thanks for the feedback on the last part - i've gone back through and edited slight bits to make it more straightforward who her brother is and who it isn't. Nothing has been changed to the story line so no need to go back and re-read (unless you want to lol love yas). Part 5 is a whole lot of fun! As the warning suggests, you can expect a few too many drinks, some heavy flirty & a very smug italian.

Love always, Steph xx

Part 5. | parte quinta

warnings; a few too many drinks, heavy flirting and a smug italian.

word count; 1704

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Wed 04/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)!

Tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven

link to fic masterlist here

Day rolls into night, which rolls into the next day and before she knew it Amelia had been under the Mykonos sun for 5 days. Her brother and his teammates, who she should now probably refer to as her friends as well, did nothing but welcome her into their group with open arms and tried to include her in every activity they were doing. Most times she declined their invitation, opting to just relax on her own. She was very comfortable with her own company, she never felt like she needed another person to be able to exist. It was something she was proud of.

No doubt there were times she often missed companionship. She had her fair share of flings that gave her what kind of satisfaction she needed at the time, but she never felt like she needed someone else’s air to be able to breathe. This Mykonos trip, however, reminded her of how much she was beginning to miss her players. They had a group chat, La Cosa Nostra, which was probably a pretty poor group chat name but she was inducted into the already established group when she became close with some of the players & besides it was just Our Thing.

She missed the gentle bullying that she received on the daily from the serie a superstars, and also missed dishing it out to them so that they could keep their feet on the ground and their heads out of the clouds. Laying on her bed in a towel, after a nice shower, she contemplated taking up her brother’s offer from earlier in the evening. Does she go out and meet him and their mates at the club? Why not?

Getting up off her bed, she put on some makeup for the first time in a few days, making her feel somewhat human again, blow dried her freshly washed hair and put on her favourite Camilla bikini, covered up by a white slightly-sheer and flowy mini dress. Putting on her white sneakers and grabbing her cross body bag, comfort was the theme of tonight, and also because she wasn't in the mood to break her ankle on the grecian cobblestones.

Walking to the club that her brother had messaged her the name of, she noticed a ridiculously long line to get in which was honestly long enough for her to consider just going home, but she had committed to the plans & her brother was already expecting her - plus she had already put on her mascara and she was not wasting it. Approaching the line she went to join the back when her arm caught that of someone else walking past her.

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“Sembra che tu non riesca a starmi lontano, vero?” (you can't seem to stay away from me, can you?) Looking up, I had linked arms with my midfield maestro, Jorginho. Who was smiling down at me with the cheeky grin that told me he saw me coming and couldn't help himself.

“Ciao! Come sei stato? Che sorpresa incontrati qui!” (Hi! How have you been? What a surprise running into you here!) I begin to say to him as I kiss both his cheeks in greeting.

“I’ve been good, enjoying time off as a double champion” He joked with me. He was right, he was a double champion and no one could take that away from him.

“Bella Amelia, this is Thiago. I play with him at Chelsea, which I'm sure you already knew. Thiago, this is the brains behind the organisation, Amelia” Jorginho introduced me to his Chelsea counterpart, which he was correct about - i did already know exactly who he was.

“Are you guys coming into Tropicana? I’m meeting up with my brother and his mates - some of them play with you guys at Chelsea. You should join us!” It took very little convincing for the two footballers, who looked like they were a couple hours into their long night, to join me in the club.

Unsurprisingly, we got let into Tropicana quite quickly. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the two mega famous and ridiculously good looking footballers I had looped around each of my arms. Walking through the club, the smell of cigarette smoke and vodka wafting around me, I managed to find the british players.

“Now now boys, no bad blood here! I know you all managed to get over my Italian affiliation so don’t hold it against my boy Jorgi here!” I address the group jokingly, as I wrap my right arm around his neck and he wraps his left around my waist.

Of course the Chelsea boys welcome him with open arms, they’ve known both Thiago and Jorgi longer than they’ve known me. The other boys offer their hellos before continuing to dance and drink with their mates. I say hi to everyone, give a big hug to my brother and Kyle (my chosen brother) before I'm wrapped into another hug I wasn't expecting.

“I’ve got to admit, you give a good hug” I say as I whisper into his ear.

“You’re a pretty easy person to hug, Mils”

“Always a smooth talker you are, Jack”

We parted and I grabbed myself a drink before spending the night dancing on top of the table with the girlfriends of the boys that I had only just been introduced to. Bonding over the fact that I was desperate for some female companionship, and also that I was the only single girl in the group, leading to the conclusion that they needed to be my wingwoman...all of them.

The night thereafter was spent finding suitable prospects for my whirlwind night of fun and romance, which I insisted wasn't necessary but also couldn't help but admit that it excited me just a little. It had been a while since I was close with a guy in that sense, and to be honest, the tequila shots that the girls had me doing was loosening me up in more ways than one.

Feeling the need for a break and some fresh air, I grabbed my purse and walked outside to sit along the retaining wall. We had reached that part of the evening where there was no chance I wasn't going to be allowed back into the club - the bouncers and security guards becoming more relaxed and carefree as it neared the time that the sun would reappear. Without thinking twice, I asked for a cigarette from some guys standing outside and a quick light, before returning to my little spot on the wall.

“They’re right bad for you, ya know” A voice to my right startled me.

“Jesus! You need to stop scaring me like that!” I shrieked.

“Nah not Jesus, just Chilly. However the beard has me thinking I do look a little bit God-like these days..no?” He says as he runs his fingers through the barely-there beard. Sure I could agree with stubble, maybe even a little bit more than stubble, but a beard? Not yet. However, I wasn't about to dim his sparkle.

“I like the beard, Chilly.” I confirmed.

“I like you, Mils” Wow ok. Straight to the point then.

“Well thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.” I tried to play it off, it was obvious we had both consumed far too much alcohol this evening and the cigarette was currently working wonders in its purpose of sobering me up.

“Ya know, the girls were out there tonight looking for your Greek Adonis to come and sweep you off your feet. They were looking a bit too hard though, if you know what i mean” he sweet talks me, and its working.

“Wow Ben, you’re really out here laying it on thick tonight - factor 50 i would say. I’m sure you’re just looking through rose coloured glasses right now” I joked back with him. I can’t say I didn't notice all of his longing looks, extra attention to me, constant protection when we would be out in public, but I knew at the end of the week that I would be going back to Turin, so there wasn’t any point.

Finishing up our little chat (read: heavy flirting session), we headed back inside together to join the group. Before long, Jorgi comes up to me with a drink and a smug smile on his face.

“Che cosa?” (what?) I questioned him in Italian, trying to limit as many people understanding our conversation as possible.

“Cosa succede a mykonos, rimane a mykonos, no?” (what happens in mykonos, stays in mykonos, no?) He says as he leans into my ear. To anyone else it would just look like two friends trying to have a conversation in a loud club, but I understood his message loud and clear.

“non sto facendo niente di male, né l'ho mai fatto. non voleva etichette, quindi è quello che ha ottenuto” (i'm not doing anything wrong, nor have i ever. he wanted no labels so that’s what he got.) I say back firmly. Jorgi let go of my shoulders and moved to stand in front of me.

“It’s ok tesoro (darling), I’m sure Federico would agree with you” He said back to me in English, it was obvious that he wanted someone around to understand the premise of our conversation. He smiled cheekily at me, before taking a swig of his drink and dancing backwards into the crowd as I shook my head at him.

Jorgi and I developed the kind of friendship that would last through time. We were equals. We listened to each other's problems, offered the advice that we needed to hear & not necessarily wanted to hear. We promoted each other's happiness and tried to get each other to not take life too seriously. This was his way of bringing me back down to earth, reminding me of what I have waiting for me back in Turin, but also making sure I knew what was right in front of me. He left the decision up to me to make, but he played his part to make sure I knew all of my options. He really was a good friend, which would make my next career decision a little bit more challenging than anticipated.

Part 6. | parte sesta

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[beautyofthend]

I saw on your twitter that you're worried you won't feel the same about Jack and Nikki when you rewatch and I'm sad 🥺 I only have a few places where I talk about them and the other place seems to be so negative at the moment. I feel that the last couple of weeks people have got really down and negative about what to expect next season from them that it's made people go a bit negative.

I think because so many people have rewatched or just started watching, every else has been watching along with them and the over analysing has kicked in where every scene is being watched over and over again, instead of just watching and enjoying in the moment.

I hope when/if you rewatch you still feel the buzz with them because I love reading your thoughts about them and I was so happy to find people that enjoy them.

…Carrying on from my last post about the rewatch burnout thing. Thinking about it more, maybe you are just going through something similar to myself. When the s24 finished I was reading fanfic and talking non stop about theories and reading along with new people's rewatches of s16-24 and if I wasn't doing that I was rewatching myself. And now I can't remember when I last read a fic or watched a scene let alone an episode. I think maybe it's because s24 gave us so much that we all couldn't stop talking about it non stop that we've burned out quicker maybe. Dont get me wrong I'm really excited for the new season (and a little nervous to what they'll do), but I'm happy to not really think about it for a while and recharge if that makes sense lol.

I know I still love Jack and Nikki the same as I did when I watched but I'm not jumping to rewatch all their moments or anything at the moment. Maybe don't force yourself to rewatch if you're not feeling it right now and watch something else. When we get trailers etc I'm sure the excitement will kick back in.”

THIS 1000% I’m so glad it’s not just me tbh 😭 I also - and this is going to sound awful but my brain has always worked like this lmao - think it’s because it’s suddenly become so popular (especially Jack and Nikki) and don’t get me wrong, I LOVE THAT. I LOVE that Silent Witness is FINALLY getting the recognition it deserves and people are loving Jack and Nikki. But I have been championing this ship for the past 4/5 years, I’ve done all the analysing that people are doing (and they should, by all means, CONTINUE!!!) atm so idk I’m just bored?

And you’re so so right in saying that S24 gave us EVERYTHING. Me and a few other people have described the series as fanfic on crack 😭 Like there were things in there that I was like..wait I’ve literally written this? So in terms of writing for them I’ve not been inspired because everything that I have written/would write has transpired in the show itself. And I’m also very happy with how they left it? Like a part of me is worried that they won’t do them justice ofc but I’m feeling very safe in that they ended S24 with Nikki at his house and Jack stroking her head, I’d be MORE worried if they didn’t have that resolution at the end.

You’re also spot on with people being negative about it all, I know you can’t trust writers all the time but they dedicated an entire series to getting Jack and Nikki together, they’re not going to abandon it the moment S25 starts. Is it going to be plain sailing? Absolutely not, they’re gonna have drama for the sake of drama, it is Silent Witness after all. But to just completely chuck them to the side would be a disservice to the audience and would just make S24 completely pointless - and if we’re going to go into it, it would make the entirety of S21-24 pointless (including Awakening of course). I do think they will be taking a sort of backseat given Sam is coming back so she’s going to be bigged up A LOT, but they’re not going to be disregarded.

I’m going to watch until the end of S15 and then make a decision from there (because I have spent a lot of that era missing Jack [but I have also spent it missing Sam so 🤪 that’s fun]). I deffo will get my spark back when we get new content for them but right now I’m quite happy to sit back and let people carry on. I haven’t intentionally read any Jack and Nikki fanfic since S24 started tbh (unless people have sent me things to check/read through).

I think S25 is going to knock people’s socks off, it’s definitely going to be their strongest series yet and the fact Sam Ryan is coming back? People need to focus on that and give my Sammy some love!!! (But that’s a rant for another day lmao, love Nikki - which is debatable after the incident of S24 - but she wouldn’t be anywhere if it wasn’t for Sam laying the foundations in the first place).

I’m quite happy in my Sam era so think I’m going to stick around here for a while 😭 But I’ll always be here to analyse and discuss Jack and Nikki because once you get me going I can’t stop (clearly w this answer lmao) and the spark is still there deep down!!

#question #a complicated insight into my brain #i also think it’s because some people’s interpretations of jack and nikki dont match up w mine so i don’t engage much #that genuinely makes me sound AWFUL but my brain just works like that #idek if that or any of this makes sense #but thank you for sending me ur thoughts #and pls don’t stop sending them my way bc i love it!!! #silent witness #long post