#ol sydney i love him so

[percys-lemons]

my brother asked me to make this

#ol sydney i love him so #syd barrett #pink floyd #piper at the gates of dawn

[galaxysgal]

hi! i'd like to ask prompt 🍽  ─  prepare the christmas dinner together  with single dad!carmy x younger reader (maybe in her mid 20s idk)

thank you <33 i love your writing

michellin star on the tree || carmen berzatto

pairing: single dad carmy x younger reader

warnings: literally none. not even a swear.

a/n: this is so so cute and i love carmy sm oh my god. implying that the reader is in grad school so like early/mid twenties.

heavy snowfall and harsh winds have shrouded the city of chicago in a gentle silence. you collect the extra plates that had been for sydney, natalie, richie and the rest and with one strong arm around bella, you lift the plates back into their place in the china cabinet.

the smells from the kitchen are delightful. ham, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes with gravy, all of it is so enticing. carmen's been in the kitchen all afternoon, cooking up a storm while you and bella had played in the snow until it got too thick and too cold for you both.

now you're safe and sound inside. after you'd changed bella into dry clothes and while you showered, the snow had continued to fall harder and harder. by the time you were done, skin dewy and hair pleated into neat braids, there was a severe weather advisory in place. just like that, your turn to host christmas dinner was effectively canceled.

bella had cried at first, of course, because what's christmas to a four-year-old without family and gifts? but you'd managed to calm her down with a cup of warm cocoa and a call to sydney, who promised to come by and play as soon as the weather allowed her.

bella says your name softly, tugging at your sleeve as you search the kitchen for flashlights and batteries. "whats up kiddo?" you ask.

"'m hungry," she whines, and you chuckle in response.

you're about to tell her the food's almost done, until carmy's taking his daughter right from your arms. "you're always hungry," he says, sitting her on the counter and tickling her tummy.

"daddy!" bella shreiks, kicking her little feet in self defense. "that tickles!"

"gotta tickle all the hungry outta ya, kid," carmy tells her.

you stand there looking on at the two of them. carmen, and his little angel. he's such a good dad to bella. it warms your heart to see him like this, all giggly and warm, loving in the most pure sense of the word.

when the giggles have subsided and bella's wiggled off the counter, carmy pulls you to his side. you rest your head against his, leaning on him and looking over the assortment of food he's prepared.

"i'm sorry you did all this for nothing," you tell him.

and of course he just shakes his head, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. "not f'nothing, baby, for you. you work so hard at school, thought the least i could do for my little phd candidate was cook this big ol' christmas dinner."

"for me?" you ask softly, a smile tugging at your lips.

"all f'you, sweetheart. you an' bella, my girls." he hugs you tighter, pulling you so that your chest is against his own. "you're so good to us both. this is my way of sayin' thank you."

end.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto fluff #mags writes #mags' winter sleepover #mags' winter sleepover: fics #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #the bear #fx the bear

[dol-dee]

IK nobody asked buuuuut I'll talk about it anyways.

I somewhat fall into the category of prefering fem iterations of the dol characters. I say somewhat bc, Yeah I like women but thats not the main reason.

DoL HEAVILY relies on tropes and well known character archetypes when it comes to it's NPCs.

A lot of them are ol' reliables and (at least to me) feel very worn out when in their cis male version. Which is why I often gravitate to the version that feels more "fresh" or subversive to me.

For Example: I love my fem Sydney but her particular character trope (corruption of the "pure" religious character) feels a bit more interesting (to me) when its M!Sydney.

Although I will admit that another reason I tend to favor the female versions is that most dol fandom depictions (that I have seen) already have a strong bias towards the male version of these characters. The ground there is plenty covered already and I don't think I can bring much new to the table there.

I don't think most people will care about my particular opinions/List on this , so I'll put it under a cut haha.

Tbf I like to let the game do it's own thing to see what it cooks up in the npcs body, sex and gender department but I do have a few characters that I consistently change like Avery.

Cis M!Avery is just suuuch a tired trope to me (probably bc it's not that uncommon in real life either?) Another man with anger issues who exclusively dates (according to canon aka Vrel) only 18 to 20 year olds? YAWN. idk I could just go look at Leonardo DiCaprios dating chart if I wanted to see that. Obviously, if it does something for you, go right ahead. I'll leave you to your feast, it's just not for me. I need Avery to be a very smarmy, maladjusted butch woman.

Okokok I'll get to the list now (for the characters that I have developed strong opinions about anyways) and I'll go into, what my current/canon run is set to as well as what I prefer depending on what I find more interesting. (with some notes if I have thoughts on the character) uhhhhh Ig I'll do it in Alphabetical order?

Avery: Preferred: F! Avery Current Run: F! Avery (note: I think I went in and manually changed it) - (Nothing more to say really, I already mentioned my reasons. Plus M!Avery just makes me feel icky)

Alex: Preferred: No preference Current Run: M! Alex

Bailey: Preferred: somewhat neutral but leaning towards F! Bailey Current Run: F! Bailey - (Bailey once again seems to have a lot of M! fanworks already and I like the idea of her being either futch or butch. Bailey just strikes me as someone who'd wear a lot of boring suits. Very nondescript/practical)

Eden: Preferred: F! Eden Current Run: F! Eden - (Eden is a case where I really wanted to live my Huntress dbd fantasies out with her but was open to the option of M!Eden. Until I ran into him in my first run and I really didn't like it very much. I prefer her as a hulking hermit woman atp also sad toxic yuri between Eden and Bailey <3)

Harper: Preferred: No preference Current Run: F! Harper - (Harper lowkey gives me Moira Overwatch vibes (mainly bc of my design lmao) so I have a soft spot for fem!Harper)

Kylar: Preferred: No preference Current Run: F! Kylar - (I do think same sex PC and Kylar is hilarious considering Kylar is so fixated on getting you pregnant, so in this case: ig whatevers funnier <3)

Remy: Preferred: F!Remy kinda Current Run: F! Remy - (I'm actually kind neutral on Remy's sex and gender but I do think its somehow funnier when it's F!Remy. Like whats going on there that she wants to give other women humongus tits and milk them?)

Robin: Preferred: No preference Current Run: M! Robin - (Robin is cute either way!)

Sydney: Preferred: No preference Current Run: F! Sydney - ( I have no real preference for Sydney and I already mentioned my thoughts on them)

Whitney: Preferred: F! Whitney Current Run: M! Whitney - (I've seen this trope so many times with hyperagressive dudes. It's not doing much for me. To see that kind of behavior with a fem character instead really revitalizes my interest in It! M!Whitney is fine and hes kinda grown on me but I think I'd have more fun with Whitney if they were femme instead)

#dol rambles #dol opinions #not gonna tag this much just in case #no hate to anyone who prefers all men. I'm just very bi haha

[shoko-komi]

The Komi Report - Communications 437, 438, & 439

This week in Komi Can't Communicate:

A familiar name...

...a cryptic trial...

...and a triple threat.

Read It: Mangareader Mangakakalot Viz Media (North America Exclusive) Mangadex (Dead, but there’s the backlog; and Spanish language updates)

There is so much going on this week.... much to interest us!!!

It is time for stage two of the university entrance process... and we meet someone new.

Tadano??? 👀👀👀 A cousin? A coincidence? To me this is a fascinating plot twist. She's like boy-Tadano; she introduces herself as ordinary, and on the train she let's an old man have her seat. Everyone does that, sure, but it's very Tadano for it to be specifically shown to us. Who is this mysterious girl???

Tangent - Oda has said in an interview that Komi was originally going to be a boy, but his editor suggested making the character a girl instead (he doesn't elaborate on this). One doesn't imagine that Oda would have made the manga a yaoi (although that would have been awesome); so if Komi had been a boy, that would have made Tadano a girl. This is pertinent in that I am now imagining Maruko as boy-Tadano's alternate reality counterpart.

I wonder if she's ever been to Cairns (Cairns is a popular Australian holiday destination for Japanese tourists. It's in the far north and has many attractions, making it a more affordable and accessible holiday spot than places such as Sydney. Fuck Sydney. No one likes Sydney.)

I love her....... and her specialty is reading the room. hehehehehehe

What do you think is the tastiest condiment for a friend egg? I don't eat fried eggs often because I don't like eggs enough to cook them for myself, so I'm not well-versed in appropriate egg condiments. Sometimes with these complex political topics you just have to say "sorry, I'm not well informed enough to have an opinion".

The question of her connection to boy-Tadano is going to dominate my mind until it's answered.

Egypt.... we don't get much of this girl, so all I can really say is that I like her look.

I like how, before this point, Oda obfuscates that there are three of them.

In these earlier panels

(text removed for ease of viewing) you can see that there are three of them, but one may not notice unless one is paying attention. A nice detail 👍. Also, freaky hive-mind triplets........... very cool!

I bet their psychic triplet connection allows them to share what they taste and experience. Eating with three mouths at the same time... the possibilities.......

King Khufu. I searched 'King Khufu' and think this funky ivory carving of him is cool

Girl it's okay to ask follow-up questions asodnalsdknasd please ask what she means

Komi is so offended by the idea of putting pepper on an egg that she shuns girl-Tadano cruelly 😓

I have a sneaking suspicion that 'soy sauce and wasabi' got exactly three votes. This is blatantly unfair, as a hive-mind like this should only be counted as one person.

AJBKJASWKJASJNAOJS I know the answer to this one - put me in charge. Give ol' Alice the reigns and I'll set everyone straight.

I liked these triplets, but their idea for world peace is so stupid that I feel exactly how Komi did when girl-Tadano suggested putting pepper on an egg.

overthrow capitalism and abolish the state!!!!!

I'm back to liking the triplets. Their smug, controlling attitude is very evil and endearing.

AOISHOAISJOIASJOLAM it's like her brain shut down earlier and only just booted back up. Everyone appears to have forgotten the question of world peace and focused entirely on Komi's egg opinions.

And that's it for this week!!! We are left with a cliffhanger; the group discussion was getting heated and then Komi came in with a total curve ball. I'm pleased to see more of Komi's university entrance process, and so far it's been fun! The new characters are interesting; especially girl-Tadano (for the reason of her name). The triplets are fun, and I'm not sure what to make of Egypt at the moment. I am most curious to see how it continues next week!

Until then, stay safe!! I'll see you soon.

#komi #komi can't communicate #komi san wa komyushou desu #komi report #the komi report

[toxicshipsincorporated]

That's not nasty to say at all! HECK YES SHE PEGS THEM BOTH. (Honestly Carmy probably needs to be taken control of a little, he probably takes a while to get relaxed enough to go into subspace, but when he's in there I bet he's like an obedient little puppy for Sydney). AND RICHIE IS SUCH A BRAT, once he wrestles through that toxic overly-macho bullshit he begs for her strap. I need to go back and rewatch season one, I loved seeing their dynamic so much.

ehehehehhe you talkin my language anon.

oh DUDE Carmy would absolutely love giving the reins to someone else, especially someone he knows he can trust and someone he respects. He knows Sydney is gonna take care of him and make him feel good and he doesn't need to feel guilty or overthink. He just needs to he a good boy and listen.

Richie would probably only get interested because he gets jealous of the intimacy that he senses is growing between Carmy and Sydney. And sure, when he finds out about it he is incensed, creeped out even but he too craves affection, attention, and good ole validation. He's willing to try. And of course, he's like, "cmon! just do me like you do carmy." But Syd is a good Dom. She knows that Richie needs something else entirely.

Honestly I feel like the fic writes itself.

#love me an ot3

[kyndaris]

The Ugly Duckling

I met bachelor number 4 at Broadway shopping centre at a small cafe. After getting dropped off by my mother at the train station later than I’d hoped, I was a few minutes late rocking up to the venue. That didn’t stop Prep Boy from sitting down and ordering a coffee and some banana bread for a late breakfast as he waited. A man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t going to allow propriety to get in his way. At least, that’s the assumption I got as he tried to hug me as if we were old friends when I finally arrived.

I quickly disabused him of that notion. The old friends bit. As I’ve mentioned before, I”m not a hugger. Physical touch is basically anathema to my very being. Keeping people at arm’s length means they are less likely to hurt me.

On that note, maybe I really ought to pick up Aikido or other forms of martial arts as a form of self-defence. I mean, yes, I did learn a bit of karate when I was younger but I’d dropped it when I was studying for the selective high school exams.

So, like the awkward Asians that we were (well, more me than him), I settled for a handshake. The best of both worlds, and something that was lacking during the heyday of COVID-19. Although, now that I think on it, I kind of miss doing friendly elbow bumps. So, if you want to boop funny bones, let me know!

After I’d ordered my own drink, hot chocolate (always!), we got to talking.

I learned he had a sister and a number of brothers, that he attended a fancy private school in his youth and that he had just enjoyed a work Halloween event where he went dressed as one of the faceless guards of Squid Game. Except, he didn’t have the proper PlayStation mask so, instead, he opted for one fashioned in the like of a kitsune.

And just like that, he dominated most of the conversation. Not that I minded, dear reader. It allowed me to sit back and listen and learn (and possibly judge). On the downside, he did try to explain where Waverley was (to which I replied most sarcastically) and seemed unsure if I knew the Overwatch characters. Mate, I might not have played the game because it’s an online team shooter but I’d have to be living under a rock not to who who Mercy, D.Va and the rest of all your mains were. 

After all, I live and breathe video game popular culture.

To my detriment.

But as they say: Heroes never die!

Besides, if I didn’t know something, I’d probably ask for clarification or just Google. I mean, I had a friend that never provided context to their wild ramblings. And if I could deduce what they were talking about from scraps of information, I’m sure I wouldn’t be struggling to understand your nostalgia for the ‘good ol’ uni days of 2016.’

That, perhaps more than anything else was an indication that a relationship between the two of us wouldn’t work.

Maybe I’m too cynical and jaded, but the sense I got was that Prep Boy wasn’t all that mature and that it would be an ongoing issue with regards to compatibility. In his desire to impress, he only proved to be somewhat belittling and condescending with his assumptions. In the words of Shania Twain: that don’t impress me much.

The other issue that I could not get past, and which I regaled to all my friends when pestered about my love life, were his teeth. Yellow and covered with plaque, the top row so crooked that it would scare even the hardiest criminals to get back on the straight and narrow.

Can you imagine kissing a mouth like that? No, thank you! 

Worse, he was a former Prep Boy. Private school born and bred, mingling with the rich elites of east coast Sydney. You would think someone with those means would have taken more care of his appearance. Or, at the very least, his dental health.

Maybe I was too quick to judge. But my overall experience conversing with Prep Boy was unfavourable at best. It was the first time after downloading Hinge that I knew in my bones that this person was not for me. There would be no humouring them with a second date.

Almost immediately after we had left the small cafe, as he was catching up with his family afterwards at 12 in Burwood, I hid our chat and there’s been no contact since!

Certainly, our text exchanges hadn’t been the most scintillating of conversations.

So, progress? Or have I gone two steps back?

I don’t know. Relationships are hard! And yes, I know it’s my fault for not trying to seek a partner in my younger years but I wasn’t interested.

Heck, even now, I don’t know how interested I am in finding a life companion beyond a body pillow.

But at least I’m trying?

For years, I’ve lived inured in my own fantasy worlds, never much venturing past my front door because I saw little need to. However, I’m learning, as I did back in 2016, that putting oneself out of one’s comfort zone can be truly eye-opening in learning who I am and what I want from life.

It’s easy to live a life without change but you don’t grow from those experiences. And perhaps, after spending a year somewhat working on myself, I can spread my wings and reveal to the world the swan that I actually am.

Still, is it weird that during this trek out to the city, I was more excited about learning that Fortress was coming to Sydney rather than the meet-up itself?

Anyways, Happy New Year! Let’s hope 2023 will be as interesting as year as 2022 - at least on  a personal scale. I don’t think I like all the shit that’s been happening around the world and I honestly fear where it might be heading to next.

And yet, despite all the misery and the bleakness of an unknown future, here I am just trying to find some love.

#personal blog #dating #terrible teeth #mansplain

[clserflies]

just a wee list of connections i want for my muses. feel free to drop me a pm if you wanna talk abt any of them!

nayul ; - a criminal type or a detective type that finds out one way or another about her blog and after a bit of digging they figure out she’s the one behind it. either they blackmail or just flat out ask her for help with information gathering or other dirty work.

gyeonghui ; - toxic relationships. falsely giving her actual freedom just in the process just ruining her even more. getting her high, putting her in actual dangerous situations, hiding their relationship from mujin and the others in her cult etc. - alternatively someone weathered and wise, someone who’s gone through similar shit as what she’s in right now and sees a bit of themselves in her. they would introduce her to music, simple pleasures, actually work to coax out her real personality and give her the tools she needs to start taking her life back

mujin ; - semi-classic enemies to lovers, m only. they can’t stand each other, whether theyre both from similar scenes or theyre a lawful type that cant stand mujin’s attitude and actions but can never quite pin him to anything actually incriminating. they clash over and over until the tension reaches a peak and mujin is just fucking hurtled out of the closet. possibly a turning point for him.

sydney ;  - childhood friends reunited. they grew apart years ago when they were still young and now theyre just way too nosy about what syd is up to these days. they end up finding about his secret pact with the demon to keep his mother alive and its up to you whether they end up helping him or trying to find a way out of it for him - another enemies to lovers. a classmate that just cant stand his casual attitude about everything and end up setting out to dig up any dirt on him that theyre sure he has. they find out about the pact etc. and end up growing a soft spot for him due to his circumstances.

pluto ; - either someone also homeless or just a regular ol delinquent type that forces friendship onto pluto and drags him along to really experience life beyond just surviving. bonus if they end up developing a romance and even after seeing pluto’s mutations they still just love him for who he is, m preferred for romance though.

ingrid ; - an angelic little goody two-shoes type who doesnt believe in magic and has never set foot in a party their whole life. they hear about ingrid’s escapades through the grapevine though and find themselves so curious about her. ingrid plunges them headfirst into her world, maybe a little romance sparks, maybe they just become fast friends after they find they actually enjoy the chaos that seems to follow ingrid around.

jasper ; - a normal person, probably not very well off, who initially worms their way into his life for a taste of the rich parties etc. they just wanna live like jasper does but quickly find themself with a lot more than they bargained for even after all the times jasper warned them that they shouldnt hang around him. friendship or romance, either way they quickly figure out about jaspers addictions and eventually he opens up to them about his past. just give me all the angst of them trying to navigate his fucked up situation and wondering if they even want to stay by him after knowing what he’s done.

yeseul ; - BEST friends. they have shared interest and hobbies, personalities mesh together so well and everything is just so perfect until they find out about her unconventional tastes. whether they confront her about it or hide that they know until she breaks and asks why theyve been acting so weird, i just want angst and conflict after she’s finally found her first best friend - alternatively someone just like her, possibly an actual serial killer or just a supernatural creature that takes an interest in the girl who’s nothing like what she seems.

cassian ; - a business partner who cassian’s actually known since he was a kid. probably around his age, either another heir or they just work for their own parents company. not sure what we’d do with this but i just love the idea of them having to act professional in front of other people but in private they can just be a regular couple of teenagers/young adults.

urie ; - someone who knew him/knew of him in high school but hasnt actually seen him since before he started homeschooling. possibly a dislike to hesitant friendship with a lot of bumps in the road with trying to navigate urie’s abrasive personality and assure him that theyre not here to make fun of him, they just want to actually get to know him - can you tell i love enemies to lovers. just give me a bully, not necessarily from his school, it could just be someone who loves to stir the pot and be nasty to people for no real reason probably because of personal trauma or its just their upbringing. despite this they seem to be popular etc, people keep making excuses for them etc. urie hates it and has almost actually fought them a couple of times until one day for some reason he actually defends them against someone who’s been particularly nasty to them. thus ensues a confusing and weirdly shaky truce?

kali ; - i love mentor type connections for kali. maybe its a young vampire or just anyone who’s recently been turned into something along those lines, even a werewolf. someone who cant return to their family or friends either because of what they are or because they have no one so kali takes them in and gives them the support they need. - (tw for mentions of torture) a forbidden love!!!! when kali was still young, she fell in love with a vampire hunter/shadowhunter who tricked her into thinking she loved her back only to capture her in order to torture kali with the intention of letting her die of starvation. now she’s older and stronger and is slightly past her grudge but still incredibly wary of humans like that but now she meets another hunter. a few not so friendly run-ins turn into a mutual understanding that kali is not a rouge vampire that needs killing but after they come to a truce kali finds herself running into them over and over again. it’ll take a lot to gain her trust an even then, their relationship is going to be difficult purely because of who they both are. (f only for this one)

ethan ; - seeing as ethan owns an apartment complex, one of the only nice ones that cost barely anything and actually house a surprising amount of supernatural beings much to the obliviousness of any humans living there. id love a plot for him involving one of his human tenants becoming a little too curious. usually he keeps to himself, only really interacting with anyone in the building in order to fix problems or make casual chat to see if anyone needs anything, but perhaps they keep trying to catch him for more than just small talk. eventually he finds himself accidentally enjoying their company but still tries to keep them at arms length. theyll find out about his true identity some way or another whether they overhear a conversation or manage to sneak into the top floor and see his place. just imagine the wonder of a human learning about the secret world living right under their noses, asking him for stories from his past, wanting to get closer to him but his reluctance because he knows that compared to him, human lifetimes are hardly a blink.

benji ; - i really want another forbidden vampire x hunter relationship for benji. him getting caught at a feeding club, always managing to escape but the hunter keeps finding him. eventually he just begs to be killed, spills his entire sob story about being unable to control himself and instead of them actually going through with it they just sit him down and ask how they can help. alternatively they strike a deal for helping him in exchange for selling out actual dangerous individuals. cue a unlikely relationship full of tension and clashing but also hurt and comfort uvu

louis ; - louis is a simple guy, very gentle and not confrontational in the slightest so honestly just give him a project. someone almost unhinged who he ends up trying to worry after only to be dragged into dangerous situation after dangerous situation. they drive him absolutely crazy but he cant stop wanting to look after them and help them.

scott & watson ; - a plot ive been wanting for the twins for so long is a paranormal investigator of some sort hearing about them and hunting them down or even just happening across them by accident. they get thrown in the deep end after realising the girls arent spirits themselves but unwilling hosts to something more powerful than theyve ever faced before. think like outlast 2 vibes of constantly thinking that everythings going to be okay only to be thrown a curveball and theyre back at square one until the eventual face-off with the entity controlling them. 

#* / 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 . plots #also i know a good few of them dont have bios up yet #so if youre interested in a plot but wanna know more about the character themself im more than happy to give info!

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Long run

I shouldn’t complain, but my life’s been turning crazy along with the crazy weather in Sydney... My solicitor making mistakes, my uni making a mistake with my final result, my town region flooding.... bruh...

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader 

Word: 1.65k

When I first met Aaron Hotchner, he was a prosecutor. He prosecuted the man who hurt my family with a sly tongue and colourful words. I was a high school student, and he looked freaking awesome on the court. It wasn’t only his look that made me fall for him. It was also his dedication and gentleness. He was aloof and distant, but I could see he worked with pride and passion for bringing justice. The court made me scared even though I wasn’t the one who harmed others. I think fear of being at the court radiated from me; he looked at me and gave me an assurance smile with a nod. It was weird for a high school student to crush an older man I just met, but hell. If you could just see him, you’d fall for him too as I did. The trial was long, and it didn’t finish in a day. But whenever he saw me, he gave me an encouraging smile. Whenever he smiled at me, my heart pounded so hard as if it would burst out from my chest.

When the verdict was made, my family cheered happily, thanking everyone. And I saw his lips were pulled upward into a tender smile, looking at us how happy we were. It was just that ol’ plain love at first sight. I couldn’t even properly thank him back then at a young age. Happy that the guy finally deserved it, happy we finally won, happy that my family could finally rest without worry, happy that I could meet him. I just watched him pack his bag and disappear into the crowd. I thought I’d never see him again, saying goodbye to my crush in silence, looking where he’d gone.

I thought it was a miracle when I found him. All these years, I’ve never forgotten what he looked like. I tiptoed around the prosecutor’s office to steal a glance, but I could never see him. Even I became a college student, I could never forget him. I thought I might see him again if I studied law, but it was only a hope. Of course, I shouldn’t have chosen my degree for that reason because the degree made my life hell. Dammit. But I decided it and never regretted it. I clung to my hope to see him again someday if I studied and worked in the legal field. Even if it was imagination, thinking of seeing him again made my heart skip.

And then the miracle I hoped for happened the day when I attended a graduate program from the FBI. I was getting a drink at a small but busy cafe near the FBI headquarter, and I saw him sitting alone in the corner with a laptop. Even from far, I could see him, and he was the man I remembered, dark grey suit, neatly combed brown hair, furrowed eyebrows. Aged, but the same man. He didn’t have any drink on the table. That was the chance, I thought. I quickly ordered a black coffee because he reminded me of a dark hero like black coffee. I was going cheesy.

I put down the coffee on his table. He looked up, and sadly, there was no recognition on his face. Without a word, I ran away in embarrassment. During running away, I could feel his stare boring the back of my head. I just ran without noticing my drink all spilling over my new clothes.

I wondered if he drank the coffee I bought. While having dinner with my family, I asked if they had his office or phone number. Sadly, nope. Of course, they asked why I wanted his phone number, and I had to say I just wanted to thank him for helping us years ago because I couldn’t thank him properly. Briefly, my family talked about how handsome he was when he was at the court as if he dominated it.

I just sat at the same cafe, in the hope of seeing him once again. The cafe always bustled with people, especially people with clean suits like him. I just blankly stared at the screen of my laptop, a black pointer repeatedly flashing a white document. A shadow roamed over me, but I didn’t look up, thinking it was a passing person. But when the owner of the shadow sat opposite of me, I looked up, and my heart just halted for a second. Everything around me was gone, and only he and I were in the world—just the two of us, staring at each other.

“Thank you for the coffee,” he said rather slowly, looking straight into my eyes. “But why?”

He still didn’t recognise me. But I was just a person who passed in his life once because of his work. He just waited for me to explain, his eyes examining me. 

After I explained my family's case to him, the light of recognition finally lit in his eyes.

“Since then, I always liked you.” 

With bravery, I told him. But his stoic face didn’t betray any emotion, only watching me.

“But we don’t know each other,” he finally said after a minute.

Disappointment washed over me. He was right. We didn’t know each other. It was my one-way crush. I quickly stood up, my palms on the table, surprising him with my movement.

“I’m currently doing a graduate program in the FBI. So I’ll be in this cafe often. Just say ‘hello’ when you see me.”

It was stupid of me, yes I know. But all I could do was just run away again. 

After that, however, I’ve never encountered him at the cafe. And I gave up seeing again. The graduating program was a year program, but I'd never seen him as the end of the program approached. He was probably avoiding me, thinking me crazy, confessing that I liked him whom I happened to be a total stranger to him. Well, each other, as he pointed out. We were complete strangers. It was time to sort myself and just focus on my future, forgetting about him ever.

I liked the graduating program. It was fun and challenging. It gave me a new perspective and trained me to step by step. The day’s lecture was about an introduction to profiling, and one of the members of the BAU would be coming. It was really exciting, everyone knew the BAU was busy, and they gave up their time to come and talk to us. I sat at the first row in giddiness, with my pen and notebook ready. But when the lecturer entered, my heart just stopped. It was him, Aaron Hotchner. He was looking straight at me, a slight smirk on his lips. I didn’t know how, but I knew he came to the lecture deliberately because of me from that smirk. 

Dammit. He Aaron Hotchner was the leader of the BAU. My hand moved all right, but not the way I wanted to. My ears listened to his voice, not the lecture material. Whenever he paused, he looked into my eyes as if he was searching for something. He occasionally drank water, and I couldn’t help but his neck bobbing rhythmically. My crush didn’t finish, but it was getting more intense. 

I wanted to just dig a hole and hide there back then. The lecture finished an hour later, and I quickly packed my stuff.

“L/N, a word, please?” 

He definitely remembered me and the case my family was involved in. A few looked at me strangely because a senior agent called me. I ignored their stares and wanted to hide under the desk. He waited until the last person exited the room and he came to me. He put his hands on the chair and slightly bent his body, watching me squirming under his gaze.

“Not going to say anything?”

“Hello?” I whispered barely.

“Hello to you too,” he gave me a tiny smile. He looked at his watch. “Do you have time? I want to buy you a coffee.”

I blinked at him. “I visited that cafe every time, and you never came. But I totally understand. We’re strangers, and you should be careful because the world is dangerous,” I was blabbering whatever was coming into my mind, “I just told you that I liked you and….”

“I tried to avoid you,” he admitted. “I saw you at that cafe a few times, and I have to admit, I just turned back.” He sighed as he looked down at the floor. “I still don’t get it. You’re young and full of the future. You shouldn’t have waited for me.”

“If that’s how the mind works, there won’t be sad people.” I wasn’t trying to snap at him. He didn’t do anything, and I shouldn’t be angry at him.

“You’re right,” he only nodded.

“But why now?” I asked him before he could say something that might shake my heart further with hope.

“Now you know that I’m a profiler,” I nodded, “the victims reminded of you.” He smoothed down his face. “Full of youth, eyes filled in hope and future. The first person that crossed my mind was you.”

I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or angry or sad. But I decided to shut my mouth for once in my life and ask him something else. “That doesn’t like a coffee time. How ‘bout a drink?”

This time he blinked at me and a silent nod.

“But you gonna buy because you made me wait at that cafe too long.”

“Be my guest,” he lightly bowed.

I can’t believe the first time we had a drink was already two years ago. After that, without talking outright, we started to date. Now Aaron and I are waiting tomorrow. 

Tomorrow we’re finally getting married!

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #Agent Hotchner #gender neutral reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic

[achliegh]

Golden

(Sorry if this Chapter is lack luster :/ )

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Ladies Love Country Boys

Bonfire Playlist: Spotify, Youtube

Watching Airplanes

Chapter 2:

Cowboy Sweet Ass sent you a Location

New Message from Cowboy Sweet Ass

See you there ;)

Finn was nervous, he wasn’t gonna lie, Logan and Him are leaving tomorrow for Gryff and this is the last night they can see Leo. Who, neither of them will admit this, has kindly wiggled his way into their brains for every minute of everyday. Sometimes to break a long silence between the two of them they will talk about Leo. How they were going to cope when they can’t see him again is unknown and something he didn’t want to think about.

They hadn’t actually seen Leo in the past five days, with their training schedule and Leo helping set up a charity arena for the thing they were supposed to meet him at tonight, it was just late night calls that were still kinda awkward at times. But always had them smiling as they fell asleep.

Walking up the dirt path, where the uber had dropped them off, Logan and Finn weren’t sure they were in the right place until they saw the huge crowd gathered around a tall metal fence with bleachers and an announcers corner that's up on a hydraulic lift, speakers set up so people can hear the quick talking of the men commenting on whatever was happening.

Horses and people on them were everywhere. This causes Logan a lot of stress, as someone who is terrified of horses… This is not ideal. Especially when one is trotting toward them at a scary fast speed.

Finn recognized Clayton immediately, trotting over at a leisurely pace on a cool looking horse he waves. He notices Logan hiding himself completely behind Finn’s back. Finn held his hand out for Logan to take and squeeze if everything got too much for him. Logan wasn’t good in big crowds.

“Well look who it is!” Clayton hops off his living vehicle and patting her neck. “Let me introduce you to my babe, This” He gestures towards the mare, “Is Leroy, she is a Blanket Appaloosa! Have you guys met Peanut yet? He’s chilling with Eloise, Leo’s mom, you better hope he likes you or else… yeah, or else.” Clay flashes them his slightly crooked but stupidly white smile as he absentmindedly pets Leroy’s neck.

Feeling a squeeze of his hand he looks back to see an absolutely terrified Logan, not knowing about his fear of horses Finn is just confused. So, he goes into a ‘ get Logan alone’ mind set.

“We will find you in a minute, we’re gonna explore!” Finn smiles back and Clayton nods as he swings his leg back over Leroy and clicks his tongue so she struts back towards the group of other yeehaws on their own horses, they all had numbers pinned to their backs which was weird but Finn guessed Leo would explain later. Claytons was CR243, and it looked like it was about to fall off. He notices how someone would go in real fast and then come out after a minute or two. The announcer talked too fast for him to catch.

Leading Logan to a more open area he turns to face him and raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, what's wrong?”

“Ummmm, J'ai peur des chevaux….” Logan isn’t looking him in the eyes and has an embarrassed flush to his face. Finn, having no clue what he said, gently grabs his chin to make him look at him, Lo hasn’t run his finger through his hair yet so that means he isn’t nervous around Finn at least. Fixing Logan with a slightly irritated but still worried look, Logan sighs and tries to say something but instead what comes out is a terrified yelp as something takes his hat off his head and pulls some of his hair at the same time, then drops it at his feet.

Whipping around and jumping into Finn’s arms bridal style Logan shrieks as he is met with a blonde horse that almost looks smug. The little splotchy white stripes on its snoot may make it look kinda cute but Logan knows what can happen if you get on a horse's bad side. It happened to Sydney, he didn’t need it to happen to him too.

“Peanut!” A very tall and beautiful older woman walks over to them laughing a little, she has a hearing aid in her left ear and soft blue eyes bright with amusement stare them down. “Sorry Y’all, he likes to find new people to mess with.” She smiles and there is just something so familiar about those deep dimples and sharp cheekbones. She is wearing tight jeans with knee high army green cowboy boots, a white button up with a black cowboy hat contrasting the golden curls falling out from under it. She is wearing a sash with the words ‘Miss Louisiana 1971’ the wrinkles on her face didn’t make her look old and crinkly like people like to think, but more like a gracefully aging woman. She holds her hand out to Finn for him to shake, Logan is still in his arms so it is as much of an invitation to him as Finn. “I’m Eloise, this is my son’s horse.” She looks them up and down after shaking both their hands. “He would like you two.” She smiles one last time, giving them a giant wink and leads Peanut away from them back to the bullpens where they spot Leo sitting on the top of a fence talking to a couple of people.

Finn looks at Logan and sets him down.

“So.. horses?”

“Shut up”

“You go for a cowboy and are afraid of horses!” Finn is bent over laughing and clutching his stomach while Logan crosses his arms and looks around annoyed after he dusted off his hat and put it back on his head.

“What’s so funny?” they look over to see Leo in full get up. Smiling bright, showing off his chipped tooth. His hair was flattened by a black sturdy cowboy hat, his blue button up vibrant under his black vest. The vest had a couple of logos stitched into it for Absolut Vodka, Mt. Dew, and Ariat…. Leo was sponsored? He was also wearing some jeans that fit him just right around his booty that they could see through his assless black chaps that had iridescent tassels on them, with his black boots and belt to match. His silver buckle stood out with the light reflecting off it.

“Wow… you look great.” Logan just melts into Leo’s side when Leo wraps an arm around his shoulders. “But tell Finn to stop being a jerk.” Logan put on his best pout when looking up at the taller man, who looked at him with a look that made his heart feel like it was about to jump out of his chest. It didn’t alarm him though, it was nice to feel like this. But it can’t last forever.

“What's he doing that's so mean.” Leo turns his attention to Finn who is smiling at them like he's watching two kittens cuddle into each other. His eyes bright with happiness, his smiles wide.

“He’s making fun of me because I’m scared of horses.” Logan wraps his arms around Leo’s waist and squishes his cheek into his chest to look as cute as possible, so Leo will be on his side. Which… fails.

“You’re afraid of horses!” Leo hugs Logan as he starts laughing, smacking a kiss on the top of Logan’s annoyed forehead and squeezes him. “You’re so cute.” Suddenly they hear numbers coming over other speakers and Leo perks up. “Oh I’m up soon! I hope y’all are gonna stay and watch because I would love to take you to the bonfire tonight.” He pulls Finn into the embrace and gives them both a quick peck on the lips, smiling when they chase his lips. “There should be an open spot in the bleachers or, you could watch from Peanut.”

“Bleachers!” Logan gets out of Leo’s arms and starts pulling both the boys towards the crowd without horses. Leo helps them find a spot next to some girls who flirt with Leo but he has no fucking clue. He is just focused on getting Finn and Logan a good spot.

“Alright, my number is BR11710, so when you hear that you’ll know I’m up! I think Clay might come and find you, he had a good run earlier wrangling those troublemaking claves, so keep an eye out for him.” He smiles and climbs down the bleachers gracefully until the last small step where his spur gets caught and he has to yank it out of the cevous it got stuck in. Looking back up at Finn and Logan his cheeks were red as he shrugged and sauntered off towards the chutes.

“Hola losers!” Clayton plops down above with and slaps a hand on their shoulders. “Excited to see him ride? Or have you already? Actually I would know because we overshare way too much.” Smiling, Clayton is covered in dirt and his cowboy hat has been traded out for a ball cap and his button up taken off to be just a white tank top. A tall pale girl sat down with Clayton and was scrolling on her phone looking uninterested. Clayton sits up and wraps an arm around her waist. “Oh this is Ashley, my girlfriend.” She looks up and gives them an irritated wave before going back to her phone.

“Ride? What’s he doing?” Finn looks at him confused after sharing a look with Logan about the irritated girlfriend, then they hear the announcers call Leo's number.

“Alrighty ladies and gentlefolk! We have something special for y’all! One of our very own PBR riders is here to ride the roughest toughest bull of the day! Ole Forty Days!” The crowd cheers as a confused Finn and Logan look at Clayton who whoops and hollers for his bestie. Whistling with his thumb and forefinger in his mouth.

“Alright Jimmy lets get in some commentary before the ride starts, Leo Knut is a 19 year old Professional Bull Rider, his Mother is Eloise Knut also known as Miss Rodeo of 1970 and Miss Louisiana of 1971. His father was Wyatt Knut, Air Force Veteran who was also Leo’s biggest role model.”

“Was?” Logan whispers and gives a sad look to Finn who is busy watching Leo, he is on this tank of an animal, large, white, horns the size of his whole forearm. Leo was adjusting the way he is sitting and has an underside grip on the rope around the bull, wrapping it around his palm to make sure there isn’t a tether that can be stepped on and yank him off.

“Ole Forty Days is the only PBR bull here today, worth millions he is undefeated 32-0 in his career this year. Will Leo who is 30-2 this year be able to stay on those eight seconds.”

Leo hits the challenge button and the gate flies open, Ole Forte days is wild! Finn is automatically on his feet as he watches Leo with his hand up in the air, eyes hard from focusing and counting in his head. Forte turns a 45 degree buck and just about tosses Leo but his grip is so tight that he lasts those eight seconds. The announcers went crazy the entire time.

As he dismounts the still bucking bull his wrist gets caught in the rope he was holding earlier because of the way his glove is falling apart. The rodeo clowns distract the bull fast enough for Leo to get himself detached, falling on the ground. The bull tosses Leo onto the ground and just misses stomping on his ankles. Leo hops onto the fence, the adrenaline is pumping through his veins and his eyes are bright as he searches for the boys in the stand watching him with fear etched into their faces. When his eyes met Logan’s the fear turned into relief and Leo felt the adrenaline making his heart beat even faster.

After Forte is corralled back into the pen to have the rope around his hips removed Leo jumps off the fence and takes his hat off bowing to the crowd, and they love it, whistling and whoops are heard. He points to Finn, Logan and Clayton. Clayton is so excited and starts dragging the other two down the bleachers leaving Ashley behind. Leo doesn’t like her at all so it's fine. Leo turns around and walks towards sports medicine and lets them take a look at his wrist. As his adrenaline starts to fade away the tweak in his wrist starts to bother him as the medic wraps it up.

“You just ruined Forte’s career!” Clay hugs him from the side and picks him up all excited, his girlfriend who decided to join looks at them unapprovingly. Finn and Logan basically tackle Leo to the ground once Clay puts him down. One on each side of him, balanced.

“Are you insane! That could have killed you!” Finn is shaking a laughing Leo by his collar as Logan examines the way his wrist is wrapped.

“I know, I technically wrecked at the end but I still got my eight seconds!” He smiles and takes his hand from Logan, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb over the soft skin.

“You never told us you rode bulls! Leo, a little heads up would have been appreciated!” Logan whacks him on the back of the head after they stand up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” Leo puts an arm around them and kisses their temples. They had an idea. Where to do it was the question.

The rodeo ended not long after Leo’s ride, the charities the winners chose would be given a five thousand dollar check courtesy of the Knut’s. After Leo was done taking down the arena, a large pile of wood was set up with large equipment. Leo pulled a Clayton and took off his chaps, vest, button down, and hat off so he was wearing a white shirt and a ball cap.

Leo made up for scaring Finn and Logan by pulling them into the back seat of his truck. Leo sitting in the middle of the seat with Finn straddling one leg, hunched over and sucking on Leo’s neck. Logan straddled Leo’s other leg and kissed him with a ferocity that made them both groan. Leo rested his hands in Finn’s hair and on Logan’s hip. Pulling away Leo turns his head to face Finn, guiding him from his neck to lips. He feels Logan push his hand underneath his shirt and smirks into his kiss with Finn. Moving his hands to squeeze both of their asses, causing Logan’s breath to hitch and Finn to moan. He is about to suggest something spicy when a knock on the window alerts them that the party has started.

Why does Clay always have to stick to his word? Leo asked him to let them know when it was time to move his truck to have the tailgate facing the fire, and now was that time. Leo’s head thumps back onto the seat as he lets out an annoyed sigh.

“Well, I guess we have a party to attend… I’m gonna get so drunk.” He smiles and gives his boys one last kiss before he ushers them out of the truck so he can get out of the backseat to move it.

Finn wanders over to Clayton who has Ashley under his arm, she is tall and very skinny. Her long brown hair was in a French braid, she was wearing short shorts, boots and a crop top. He has a very sour look on her face as Finn walks over to them. Logan on the other hand, goes to take a piss in the porta potty. Something he is not fond of doing.

Leo moves his truck and gets out to put the tailgate down so people can sit on it, climbing into the bed of the truck he opens the cooler in the back and takes out two budlights, Leo doesn't really care for budlight but they need to be drunk.

“CLAYTON!” He shouts as the three walk over to the truck, chucking the beer at his friend; they both take out their keys, puncturing the cans and shotgunning the beers.

A few hours and a lot of drinks later Leo was singing to Finn, standing between his legs as Finn sat on the tailgate next to Logan who was filming.

“You can train 'em, You can try to teach 'em right from wrong. But it's still gonna turn 'em on!” Finn can’t help but laugh and wrap his arms around Leo’s necklaces he sang, every once in while facing Logan's phone and singing into the camera as he filmed. Taking a drink of his beer he smacks a sloppy kiss on Finn's cheek and skips away to Clayton to dance like idiots as Luke Bryan sang about shaking it for birds and bees.

The two drunken best friends wrap and arm around each other hips with their drinks in the other hand, putting left side to right side they swing back and forth to the beat as they scream out the music.

Later on Leo picks Logan up so his arms are around his neck and his legs are around his waist and spins around while humming to a song about wheels and Finn looks so smitten that clayton takes a picture to show him and laughs as he send it to Leo, who has managed to misplace his phone… for the millionth time.

Setting Logan down he wraps his arms around the shorter man's shoulders and rests his chin on top of his head as he bounces to the beat. Logan leans his forehead to rest on Leo’s chest and uses his hand that isn’t holding his water to loop his finger into one of Leo’s belt loops he wishes he could take a screenshot in his brain.

Hours passed, singing and horrible dancing, more drinking for Clay and Leo until it sounded like a good idea to see who could crush a folding table by jumping off Clayton’s truck. Finn managed to lead them away before they actually tried it by telling them’ Leo could def dance better than Clayton’. Which turned into the worst dance battle ever seen. Two drunk teenagers and country music make for terrible dancing but a lot of laughs. Eventually, the fire dies down, the drinks run out and the boys get tired. Finn wrangles Leo into the back seat of the truck after lifting the tailgate, moving to go to the drivers seat because Logan might be to short to drive and they are to dumb to figure out how to move the seats, Leo latches onto him and pulls him into the backseat with him.

“Hey! How do you expect me to drive back here!” Finn pokes Leo’s nose and Leo catches his finger in his mouth biting him. Finn squawks and pulls his finger away. Looking at Leo offended, laughing a little as Leo is looking at him with this tiny smirk. “That was rude.” Leo narrows his eyes playfully and flips them so Finn is laying on his back with Leo snuggling into his chest.

Logan gets in on the passenger side and looks up to see Finn in the back seat being snuggled by an oddly cat like Leo who is rubbing his face on Finn’s soft t shirt, when his eyes meet Logans he blushes so vibrantly pink and has the shyest smiles as he hides his face in Finn’s chest again. Logan looks at Finn who looks like he's dying from cuteness overload. Logan moves over to the driver's seat and sits all the way on the edge of the seat to be able to touch the petals. Logan doesn’t have a clue where Leo lives… but he does remember how to get back to the hotel.

Trying to get a clingy 6’3” cowboy into a hotel room while he is intoxicated is a lot easier than you would think. He was tired, stripping down the second they walk into the door he lands on the bed in his boxer briefs and spoons Logan and grips Finn’s arm as he falls asleep.

They all slept incredibly well that night, warm, close, and together.

The next morning was the morning The Lions leave to go back to Gryffindor. Leo was up before the other two, showered and dressed when he woke them up with peppering kisses all over their faces.

“Good morning, Honey Bees. Y’all need to get up and get ready to leave, you go home today.” Leo runs his hand through Finn’s hair as he greets them with a sad smile. He doesn’t want them to leave, but he knows that this isn’t some fairytale where two princes will give up their dreams to be with him. That’s not what he wants anyway. The other two finally get up, Finn goes to shower as Logan changes and packs his bag. Glancing at Leo every once in a while, like he wants to say something.

“Leo, what are you still doing here?” Logan drops his bag by the door and turns around to face the taller man, crossing his arms and giving Leo a cold look. Leo is a little taken back by this, Logan has never looked at him like that, and he wasn’t expecting it from how nice yesterday was.

“I was to see you two off… is that okay?” Leo starts to feel uncomfortable under the harsh eyes he found so pretty, he starts picking at the wrap around his wrist, breaking eye contact with Logan as a sinking feeling seeps into his chest. He never expected anything to actually come from this but he ached for it.

He knows where this is going.

“I don’t know what you think is going to happen after we leave, but we aren’t going to be fawning over you when we are busy with our own careers. You are just… a guy who we had a fling with. Finn and I aren’t even together so don’t expect anything.” Logan's voice stayed low in volume but echoed in Leo’s ears.

“I wasn’t expecting anything. I just wanted to see you guys leave, say goodbye, maybe…” Leo didn’t finish his sentence when he looked up at an annoyed and frustrated Logan. “What did I do?” He hears the bathroom door open and Finn walks into the room whistling in fresh clothes as he dries his hair with a towel.

“You don’t mean anything to us Leo'' Finn hears Logan and knows exactly what’s going on, Logan has done this to him many times. This is Logan’s way of cutting off something he wants in a way he knows won't bring the person back, even though he always feels horrible eventually. Finn has been a victim of Logan’s lashing out many times, and he hasn’t left, because he loves Logan. He really really likes Leo, he gives his heart a similar jolt that Logan does. From what they have discussed, Logan felt the same. Logan doesn’t allow himself the luxury of feeling like this though.

Leo looks absolutely shattered after Logan’s words sank in. He looks over to Finn who looks like he’s in his own head, then back to Logan. “I really really like you guys-”

“Stop being a fucking child Leo! This isn’t something we can continue after we leave, we would get torn to shreds by the league! Not everything is about you and we don’t want you! So just go back to your fucking farm and forget us.” Logan grabs his bag and walks out the door slamming it shut, going to be the first one on the bus that just pulled up to take the team to the airport.

Leo stares at where Logan was when red catches his eye, Finn stops and gives Leo a sad smile, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. Finn then turns his back to Leo and follows Logan out the door. Leaving Leo alone in the hotel room… He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the hotel keycard, standing up he goes to leave it on the table of the room, he stops just before he sets the key down.

He takes the card and walks out of the room, Climbing into his truck that was horribly parked, he finds his phone on the floor of the passenger side. Picking up his phone, he calls up the only person he knows who would be willing to hang out even if he was sick from last night.

“Clay? Can you meet me somewhere?”

A half hour and some McDonald's hash browns later. Clayton and Leo were sitting on top of Leo’s truck hood watching the airplanes take off, sipping on soda they got with their food. They watched in a comfortable silence as planes brought people in and took people away.

Logan and Finn were on one of those.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #james potter #thomas walker #Clayton Bruss #o'knutzy #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast

[johnnycranes]

Can I request a New Year’s Eve or Winter Getaway for the Flynn and Adler families? Can include their children too! 💕

thank you, Amanda! here's the bougie vacation Charlie and Sydney deserve, with their families 😌

word count: 4.1k

no warnings, just family time

this was inspired by this post from @scungilliwoman and features her babies with their own babies

“And you’re sure you’ll be ok while we’re gone?” Charlie asked as she put on her coat, standing by the door, Sydney doing the same.

Rafe smiled reassuringly at his wife, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Honey it’s just for a few hours. You and Sydney enjoy your afternoon out and when you get back, we’ll have a wonderful dinner then we can all watch the fireworks at midnight.”

Sydney was observed her two friends talking when she felt a tug on her pants. She looked down and saw her youngest, Colin, stare at her, his green eyes huge. “Mommy, what time will you be back?” he asked, almost pouting.

Sydney’s heart melted as she scooped her four year-old son up in her arms, he was getting bigger and bigger every day. “Aww sweetheart, now I don’t know if I even want to leave.” she said, rubbing his back.

She and Charlie were only going to enjoy a spa date for the afternoon, all paid for by Rafe of course, during day four of their family vacation.

Rafe and Charlie invited the Flynns to a holiday vacation in Switzerland. The Adlers rented out a huge villa for the two families to stay in.

When Sydney hesitantly asked why Charlie was ok to go back to Switzerland after the Avery incident, Mrs. Adler simply said that her children wanted to go check out castles after Rafe told them tales of knights and dragons.

Rafe also saw it as an opportunity for business with Harry while Charlie wanted to spend the New Year’s celebration with friends.

So here they all were, in a villa in Switzerland on New Year’s Eve.

Harry walked over to them, standing in front of Sydney and ruffling their son’s hair, making Colin giggle. “You can let mommy have some girl time with Aunt Charlie. We’ll be ok here, won’t we, mate?”

Colin looked up at his dad and suddenly his mood made a one-eighty degree turn, his frown twitching up into a smile. “Yeah!” he exclaimed proudly, grinning at Harry.

Sydney simply laughed, hugging Colin tight and leaving kisses over his head before putting him back down. She smiled as Harry high-fived their son before the little guy ran to the living room where the rest of the kids were playing with the toys they brought along on the trip.

She was glad her children found friends in the Adler twins, and not just because she absolutely loved Charlie, but because they were also in similar situations, what with their fathers more or less having the same obsession.

Both Drake-related and treasure-related.

Sydney looked up at Harry, who was grinning smugly.

“Darling, relax.” Harry started, “You deserve the break. Ol’ Rafe and I will make sure the kids take their naps so they can stay up for the fireworks later.” The couple glanced over to their friends who had gone to their own children, Charlie hugging them.

Sydney looked back up at her own husband. “Baby, even Nadine Ross has a hard time controlling our kids when they’re all together. I love you but are you sure you can do this?” she asked, concerned.

Harry got into a lot of messes he thought he could handle, where he ended up needing help in. And taking care of the four kids with only Rafe Adler with him was definitely a mess that he needed more assistance in than just his business partner who caved in to his children just as easily as Harry himself did.

But Harry only grinned, oozing his usual confidence. “Oh I can’t wait to tell you I told you so when you get back.” he teased smugly, leaning close to Sydney.

She blinked twice before raising an eyebrow. In the back of her head, she was still worried, wondering just who would end up crying by the time she and Charlie got back, the children or their dads.

But if that’s how Harry wanted to play it…

Sydney smiled sweetly. “Ok. We’ll be back in a few hours, if you burn down the villa please make sure the children are safe. Don’t be afraid to ask the Shoreline mercenaries Rafe has surrounding the place for help”

Harry shook his head playfully. “Yes, very funny. By the time you get back, they’ll still all be asleep because they love and respect me… and Rafe too, I guess.”

Sydney snorted before placing a quick peck on Harry’s lips. “Love you, baby.” She turned to Charlie, who was walking towards them with Rafe right beside her. “You ready?”

Charlie smiled at her. “Yep. Just had to make sure my husband here knows not to give Ava any more cupcakes before dinner.”

Rafe scoffed, feigning offense. “I only bought the cupcakes, you’re the one who gave her two at lunchtime.”

Then it was Charlie who reacted, jaw dropping. “She said please! And I didn’t know you already gave her one for breakfast.”

Sydney bit back a giggle, and looked at Harry to see he was also amused at the situation. No Adler and Flynn family vacation was complete without one or both couples getting into little arguments like that, honestly.

No fighting was even more suspicious actually.

Rafe, almost embarrassed at being caught, cleared his throat before placing an arm around his wife. “Yes well, we’ll have to bake them from scratch anyway since there’s none left, and since they’ll be napping the whole afternoon, that won’t happen again, honey. Now then,” he looked from Charlie to Sydney. “You two don’t want to be late for your reservation. They serve food in between massage sessions.”

Sydney gasped, slapping Harry’s chest, her husband yelling ‘Ow!’.

“Food? Massage sessions? Plural?” She almost wanted to ask if they served dinner and if she and Charlie could be back by midnight instead.

Rafe smirked, looking proud. “You both deserve it.” Then he opened the door for them. “The limo’s outside waiting. There’s some wine there too so-”

Suddenly Charlie grabbed Sydney’s wrist and the smaller woman started dragging her outside, quickly kissing Rafe on her way out. “Be good, take care of the kids. See you later.” she said as she walked outside, Sydney right behind her.

In the driveway was the black limo, behind it was an SUV, two Shoreline mercenaries already waiting. Of course Rafe wasn’t going to let his wife and her friend just go alone.

Sydney waved at Harry and Rafe, smiling. “What she said!”

She and Charlie were out in the cold for only a few seconds before they were inside the rather spacious limo, the driver greeting them before they entered the car. And just as Rafe said, there was a wine bottle in an ice bucket in front of them, two glasses just waiting to be filled.

Charlie opened the bottle to pour them two glasses as the car started to move. “You realize they just want us out of the house because they want to plan another heist or something.” she said casually, like she knew all along.

Meanwhile Sydney in fact did not know that. But she should’ve suspected it when Harry kept staring at the ceiling in the castle they toured yesterday. And here she thought he appreciated how intricately painted it was.

He was checking for cameras and alarms, that made more sense.

Sydney took the glass of wine from Charlie. She stared at the contents before humming thoughtfully. “I don’t think the kids are gonna give them the time to plan.”

Her friend grinned, raising her own glass. “Oh not at all. But I still appreciate that they thought of giving us this afternoon together to get us out of the way.” Her green eyes sparkled mischievously. “So why shouldn't we enjoy it?”

Sydney definitely loved Charlie.

Note to self, buy her an accessory to go with the dress you gave her to wear for New Year’s.

Rafe was going to think he was the luckiest damn man alive if he didn’t yet.

She toasted with Charlie and was excited to spend the afternoon with her friend.

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Harry and Rafe stood in front of all four kids as they sat on the sofa, staring up at the two men with wide eyes, Madeline swinging her legs and Ava copying her.

Ah yes, the calm before the storm, but Sydney and Charlie don’t know is that there is no storm to come.

Harry thought as he looked at the children, all quiet and behaved.

Nadine was obviously exaggerating. Their children were angels when they wanted to be! The woman probably did something wrong or pissed them off.

Oliver took a deep breath and raised his hand. “Dad,” he started, looking at Rafe. “Can we go and play outside in the snow now?” he asked, and the other children all looked eager as soon as he said it.

Rafe shook his head. “Sorry, buddy, I don’t want you guys catching a cold. None of you want to miss out on the fireworks later, right?”

Oliver frowned, bringing his hand back down, but he was still fired up. “We won’t get sick, we promise!”

“Even if I said yes, it’s still too cold out for all of you. We can go out and play tomorrow, ok?” Rafe said, and Harry stared in shock, always still surprised when his usually angry little friend could be so sweet and caring to his children.

See now where was that Rafe when Harry needed someone to pay for drinks?

Oliver finally seemed to relent, sighing in defeat. “Ok, dad. So what else can we do?”

Rafe snapped his fingers. “Ah yes. Well, your Uncle Harry has that covered.” He said, glancing at his business partner and occasional friend. “I’ll let him explain while I go grab Bandit from your room, hmm?”

Harry nodded confidently. “Yep, leave it to me, mate.” Then he blinked twice before looking back at Rafe. “What exactly am I doing here?” he whispered, like the kids weren’t sitting right there.

Rafe rolled his eyes. “Figure it out, Flynn. I don’t know, find a movie they can watch ‘til they fall asleep. We just need three hours before the girls get back. The heist has to happen tomorrow or we’ll have to find another excuse to stay another day in Switzerland.”

And heaven knows how suspicious their wives were every time that happened.

Harry remembered almost successfully convincing Sydney to stay two more days in Greece, before he knocked his suitcase over and the blueprints for a museum he planned to rob came tumbling out.

He needed to keep them underneath his underwear next time, dammit.

But It wasn’t like his wife was against it, no. She and Charlie just didn’t like it when his and Rafe’s plans got a bit… personal.

So the artifact he and Rafe wanted to steal in Greece just so happened to be the same one Sam and Sully were after? Huge coincidence!

Harry nodded, the gears in his mind turning as he tried to think of a boring show or movie that could keep the kids asleep. “Right. Leave it to me.” he said confidently.

Rafe gave him a pointed look before he went up the stairs to Oliver and Colin’s room.

Now all the kids were staring at Harry, waiting. For what, he didn’t know yet either.

Madeline pointed at something behind him. “Daddy, the remote is behind you.” his seven year-old daughter said matter-of-factly.

Harry turned his head to see the remote was in fact on the coffee table. He picked it up before turning his whole body around to the tv and turning the big screen on. “Right, thank you, Maddie, love. Now, let’s see here…”

He scrolled through different movies and felt like something was off.

The kids were still waiting patiently on the couch. Usually Colin, Ava and Oliver would start running around screaming, with Madeline chasing them and playing hide-and-seek or tag with the younger kids.

But they were silent. Too silent.

Harry felt like a gazelle nervously grazing on grass, waiting to be pounced on by lions. Or in this case, lion cubs.

He just needed to find a boring or slow kid-friendly movie. He thought of going to documentaries but he didn’t want to risk exposing the kids to questionable content. Sydney made that mistake when she watched a turtle documentary and they thought it was cute until the turtles went a bit R-rated.

He only laughed as his wife fumbled with the remote control and stuttered trying to avoid their kids’ questions. She ended up asking Harry to drive them all to Mcdonald’s and buy happy meals for Maddie and Colin.

So it had to be a movie, maybe an animated one, one without action or romance that went too far.

Finally Harry reached a Disney movie he had never encountered before. And he thought he watched them all already.

He raised an eyebrow. “Maddie,” he turned to his daughter, her green eyes locking onto his own. “Have you watched A Bug’s Life yet?”

His daughter hummed thoughtfully before shaking her head, Colin copying her. “No, not yet.”

Harry grinned. Ah-ha! But to be sure, he looked at the four year-old twins. “Ava, Oliver, how ‘bout you two?”

Ava was the one who answered. “No, Uncle Harry.” the girl was too polite and sweet to be Rafe's daughter sometimes. He still found it hard to believe that little angel was the same one who tortured Nadine.

Maybe it was the sugar from so many cupcakes?

Well either way, she and the rest of the kids weren’t hyper now, completely willing to sit down and watch a movie.

Harry turned back to the tv and stared at the Play button.

A Bug’s Life.

Safe to say a life of a little creature like that wasn’t too exciting, right? Probably just them gathering food and giving it to their colonies or something. Boring, uninteresting, a guaranteed snooze fest, literally.

Reassuring himself that this was the movie, he clicked OK on the remote and the familiar castle logo with accompanying instrumental music appeared.

He smiled before turning around to the kids, all of them already glued to the tv screen. That was also when Rafe came back down the stairs, carrying a stuffed animal version of the Adlers’ pet ferret - seriously, was that a rich people thing? To have a pet ferret? - Bandit.

Rafe walked over to the back of his couch, standing behind his kids, placing the stuffed toy in between them. “Here you go, guys.” he said lightly.

Ava craned her neck up and smiled, Oliver doing the same as he hugged the toy Bandit tight. “Thank you, daddy!” Ava squealed.

Rafe kissed the top of her head. “You’re very welcome, angel.” Then he kissed the top of Oliver’s head. “Take care of the little guy, huh?” he said, patting the stuffed toy. His son nodded before both twins went back to watching the movie.

Harry left the remote control on the top shelf by the television, where the kids wouldn’t be able to reach it.

Honestly he wanted to joke that not even Rafe could get it from that height but he promised Sydney he’d keep the short jokes to a minimum on this trip.

Once a day was enough.

Harry went over to his own children, hugging them tight and giving them kisses. “Maddie,” he started, “Uncle Rafe and I will just be in that room over there,” he said, pointing to the study behind them. “We’ll keep the door open but you’re in charge here. Ok, sweetheart?”

Madeline nodded, smiling at her father. And it still warmed Harry’s heart seeing his two beautiful children. Damn, he was the luckiest man in the world.

He ruffled Colin’s hair. “Be good for your big sister, all right?”

Colin grinned. “Uh-huh.”

And that was that.

Rafe was already waiting inside the study as Harry followed after him, leaving the door open so they could still see the kids from where they were sitting.

Rafe narrowed his eyes at him. “You sure that movie will bore them to sleep?

Harry scoffed, waving his partner off. “It’s called A Bug’s Life, mate. What’s so exciting about something like that?”

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Sydney and Charlie got back to the house three hours later, refreshed, relaxed and rejuvenated. The session was great, the food was great, and Sydney enjoyed spending some quality time with her best friend. She realized they hadn’t been able to hang out, just the two of them, the whole vacation yet, so that was nice.

They stopped by the front door, glancing from the door to each other.

“It’s quiet.” they said together.

Charlie spoke next, “They couldn’t possibly have…”

Sydney shook her head. “No… No… right?” her voice going from sure to hesitant. “You think Rafe hired a babysitter?”

Charlie scoffed, “That he didn’t let go through his four-week screening period? I doubt it.”

Sydney gestured to the door. “Then open the door, let’s find out.” She was both nervous and excited. If Harry actually got the kids to behave and take their nap, she was going to both punch and kiss him. Punch because he was going to be absolutely smug about it for the next few days, and kiss because she was so proud of him.

Charlie slowly brought her hand to the doorknob, ready to turn it.

But they both jumped when it opened, to reveal little Madeline on the other side, smiling at them. “Hi Mommy! Hi Aunt Charlie!” she said cheerily, and Sydney looked her up and down. She didn’t seem to be covered in mud or snow or sweets.

Sydney grinned at her daughter, bending down to hug her. “Honey, hi! H-how are you?”

Madeline hugged Charlie next before saying, “I’m ok. How was the massage?”

Charlie patted the girl’s head. “Refreshing. Thanks for letting me borrow your mom for the afternoon.”

Madeline laughed and Sydney couldn’t help but smile, her daughter’s giggling absolutely adorable and infectious. Maddie moved out of the way to let the two moms in, and they were eager to see what awaited them.

They were only half surprised that both the living room and the kitchen looked like war zones.

Blankets and pillows on the big couch that seemed to form a fort, various stuffed toys on the floor like they were soldiers that died in battle.

The kitchen was a mess, bowls and whisks scattered on the kitchen counters, along with flour, frosting and egg shells. They looked for the final product, but the cupcake tray was empty.

Sydney glanced at Charlie who only smiled softly.

The smaller brunette looked at her friend. “Hey, it’s vacation, she’s allowed to be spoiled.” she said.

Sydney nodded, smiling back at her friend before turning to Madeline. The war was over but where were the other people involved in it?

“Maddie, sweetie, where’s your father and brother?”

Madeline’s eyes lit up as she bounced. “Oh oh oh! Mom! Daddy let us watch Bug’s Life! It was awesome!” she said happily. "We played bugs versus grasshoppers after. I’m the oldest so I got to be the grasshopper.” she added, and Sydney almost rolled her eyes, Madeline could be as smug and confident as Harry.

“And then you made cupcakes after?” Charlie asked, gesturing to the empty cupcake tray.

Madeline nodded. “Yup, yup! We got hungry after playing and we asked for cupcakes. Daddy and Uncle Rafe let us help!”

Ah, as usual, their husbands couldn’t say no to their children.

But the question remained…

“So where’s everyone now, Maddie?” Sydney asked lightly.

Maddie pointed to the door that led to the master’s bedroom on the ground floor. “Uncle Rafe, Oliver and Ava are in there.” Then she pointed to the stairs. “And I think Daddy and Colin are in the boys’ room. They all fell asleep a while ago.”

So they did take their naps.

Sydney fixed her daughter’s hair. “What about you, sweetie? Aren’t you tired?”

Madeline scoffed. “Mom, I’m seven years old! I’m a big girl, I don’t need naps.”

Sydney laughed. Of course she’d say that.

Sydney hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. “Oh if you say so. But you still look tired, Maddie. May I at least carry you upstairs when I check on your father and brother?”

Madeline seemed to battle with herself, wanting to prove a point or wanting to just give in and jump in her mom’s arms.

Sydney took one step towards the stairs before Madeline ran to her mother, raising her arms up. “Carry please!”

Charlie and Sydney shared a smile before the latter picked her daughter up. Madeline was getting bigger and this was one of those times Sydney was grateful she convinced Harry to get a gym for their house.

She kissed her daughter’s forehead before walking past the kitchen and the living room.

They stopped by the master’s bedroom, Charlie slowly opening the door.

And the sight that greeted them was absolutely precious. If Sydney weren’t holding Maddie, she would have loved to take a photo of Rafe at that moment.

The businessman was sleeping in the middle of the big bed, with his twins on either side of him, their stuffed toy version of Bandit on his chest as his children hugged both their father and the toy ferret.

Charlie stayed by the door, staring at her family. Sydney knew her friend was taking in the peaceful moment, her heart must be melting at the sight, enough to warm the chilly weather.

She didn’t want to interrupt so she squeezed Charlie’s shoulder and made her way to the stairs, catching a glimpse of her friend wiping a tear, a content smile on her face before she entered the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Sydney walked up the stairs and down the hallway to the second room and almost cooed as she saw her husband and her son together.

Harry was lying down on Colin’s small bed, and her cocky husband was too tall for it. His legs were slanted to the side, his feet hanging off the mattress while Colin was in his arms, holding on to his favorite bedtime book.

She almost didn’t want to disturb them.

Maddie stirred in her arms. “Mommy,” her daughter said drowsily. “What time’s dinner? I’m sleepy.”

Sydney smiled, stroking Madeline’s back soothingly. “Not for a while. You can take a nap in mommy and daddy’s room, hmm?”

Madeline only nodded, resting her head against Sydney, closing her green eyes. Sydney brought her daughter to the bigger bedroom on the second floor, laying her on the bed gently before snuggling up behind her.

Sydney only closed her eyes briefly before she heard shuffling by the door and turned to see Harry enter, carrying a still sleeping Colin with him.

He brought Colin to sleep on the other side, setting him beside Madeline before gently lying on the bed as well, the two parents sandwiching their children between them.

Sydney smiled at her husband. “Crazy afternoon?” she whispered, teasing.

Harry huffed out a laugh. “Lesson learned, research what the bloody Disney movies are about before letting the kids watch them.”

Sydney grinned, reaching her hand across to hold her husband, their arms over their kids. “You still got them to take their naps.” A pause. “We saw the mess downstairs. Looked like a battle.”

“And thankfully we won the war.” Harry said playfully. He moved to kiss his wife’s hand. “But it was fun. Don’t think I ever saw Rafe look so stressed like he did while trying to perfect the cupcake recipe.”

Sydney rubbed his hand, looking up at him, adoration in her brown eyes. “Good job. We shouldn’t have doubted you guys.”

Harry, eyes wide, looked at her like she just grew a second head. But there was a question there as well. And Sydney knew just what it was.

She sighed exaggeratingly. “All right, you earned it. Say it.”

Harry relaxed and his smug smirk was back. “I told you so. All kids asleep by the time you got back.” A pause. “Except Madeline. I’ll allow you to take credit for her.”

Sydney stifled a laugh as to not wake the kids, but Harry could see the glee in her eyes.

Both families woke up by the time dinner was served, all provided for by a private chef Rafe hired. By midnight they moved to the overlooking balcony to watch the New Year’s fireworks, huddled together wearing their coats, huge smiles on the kids’ faces as they gazed at the dark night sky light up.

Sydney and Charlie decided to let their families stay in Switzerland for a few more days, much to the delight of everyone. And most especially their husbands, who were finally able to carry out their castle heist.

#this was too sweet but i'm in a mood and rafe and harry are winning skksks #thank you for this Amanda my enabler <3 #oc: sydney williams #friends ocs #oc: charlie berger #harry flynn #rafe adler #ship: adorkable #ship: for all the gold in the world #harry x sydney

[shirtlesssammy]

5x12: Swap Meat

At a bar, a woman sits alone, enjoying her margarita, when one Sam Fucking Winchester wanders over and asks the barkeep ---NOT at all awkwardly--for a banana daiquiri. He’s either deep undercover or something is seriously hinky. There’s a lot of sugar in banana daiquiris, Sam. Crystal introduces herself and Sam introduces himself as Gary! She then propositions him, much to his cluelessness. 

The poor dumb boy puts it together and “would love to have the sex with [her].” We then pan over to see Sam REALLY isn’t Sam at all.

Housatonic, Massachusetts

36 Hours Earlier

Sam and Dean visit Donna, an old babysitter --well, she was a maid at a motel they’d stay at while John went hunting. She looked out for them. It seems that her family house has a poltergeist problem. Bumps and broken items have led to the thing attacking their daughter, Katie. 

Katie lifts her shirt to reveal “Murderd Chylde” carved into her abdomen. I'd get some serious vaseline on those wounds if you don’t want scarring, Katie. Yeesh. Sam and Dean tell the family to skedaddle while they take care of things. 

They stop at a diner for food next. Dean picks up their order from the counter from Banana Daiquiri Gary! He’s not impressed with Sam’s salad shake, and neither is Dean (but when is he ever?) 

They talk about Donna and how she’s got a good thing going. Dean asks Sam if he’d want to settle down at all and have a family, and Sam answers, “no.” Dean looks contemplative about it. 

Sam finds lore on the house. A Samuel Pickett owned the house in the 1700s and hung a woman, Maggie Briggs, there for witchcraft. As the brothers talk, we watch Gary hyperfixate on Sam. 

Sam goes to check out the town’s archives for where Maggie Briggs was buried. As he’s walking back to the motel, he hears a noise and then gets shot in the neck with a dart. Lights out, Sammy. 

He comes to later, wearing Gary’s work uniform. He starts walking but the cops pick him up claiming his family is worried about him. “My brother called you?” Sam asks, incredulous. 

No. The cops take him to a suburban house where a worried couple pops out and hugs Sam in relief. He asks who they are and in return they want to know if he’s drunk. 

They keep calling him Gary. It’s then that Sam looks in the window of the cop car --and sees his reflection. He looks like Gary!

Meanwhile, Gary is checking out his hot new bod. Dean shows up and wonders where he’s been. Gary placates him with food. He also tells Dean that the maid saw all their weapons and they better get out of there. While Dean uses the restroom, Gary gets rid of all Dean’s phones. 

THEN he has the NERVE to ask to drive. He doesn’t get far. And quite frankly, Dean’s spidey sense should be spiking through the ceiling at this point. 

Sam keeps trying to reach his brother, with no luck. He calls the motel to learn that the two dudes in room 102 left in the middle of the night. So, Sam starts digging through Gary’s stuff and discovers items of witchcraft. Before he can dig too much further though, he’s called to the family breakfast. 

His “dad” starts grilling him about getting drunk the night before. Sam’s got better things to worry about than placating some dude he doesn’t know. He also needs to learn more about Gary, so he starts interviewing the family about what they've noticed in him lately. 

The dad wants to know if Sam’s “smoking drugs”. Sam then asks if they’ve ever seen him with a black book recently. His sister, Sydney, reacts to that question. The mom reacts to him eating toast --his allergy to wheat gluten!! 

Sydney later reveals to Sam that there IS a book.

Gary and Dean are still working the case. Dean informs Gary that they have to search graves for Maggie’s body. Nerd of Nerd’s Gary knows exactly where Maggie Briggs is buried: Isiah Pickett’s basement. He also reveals that he murdered her and her unborn child before burying them in the basement. Dean connects the ‘murderd chylde’ clue. 

Once in the car, Bob Seger starts blasting, and Gary tells Dean to turn it up. 

Sam continues to leave messages for Dean. He ALSO has to navigate the tortures of high school again. Sam meets two of Gary’s friends and asks where his locker is (he’s still drunk, after all). 

For This is a Look TM Science:

(And let’s pause for a moment to enjoy Sam’s striped hoodie. Definitely one of the top 5 wardrobe choices on this show.) 

He finds the book in the back of Gary’s locker. 

Gary and Dean find the grave in the basement of the Pickett house. Dean gets to digging while Gary aims his gun at Dean. Before he can shoot, the ghost comes out to play. It starts beating up the both of them but Gary’s able to burn the bones.

Gary’s extremely nosy friends follow Sam out of the school. While it looks like we’re gearing up for some good ol’ Ferris Bueller shenanigans, Trevor shoots Sam in the throat (GAH) with a sedative dart. 

Meanwhile, at a bar, Dean orders a burger with extra bacon and a fried egg on top. Excuse me...I need to go eat an entire branchbouquet of kale in retaliation. Mysteriously, Sam orders the same thing. “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” Dean asks. But it’s just a lighthearted comment and they raise a toast to a successful hunt.

Gary’s over the moon overabout the day he just had. His joy makes Dean suspicious the way nothing else has. Oh, you sweet sad sunflowers. Gary lays out Sam Winchester’s happiness list: 1) gun 2) getting drunk 3) looks like Sam Winchester.

“You ever feel like your whole future is being decided for you?” Gary asks. OH YES, Dean tells him. I forget for a minute that I’m watching a season 5 episode as the Dean-Winchester-feels-trapped-in-the-narrative-sorrow threatens to overwhelm me. But there areis no time for FEELINGS when the narrative must go on! Cut to later in the night, when Gary gets picked up by the woman in the bar from the cold open. Dean puts his thinking face on while Gary ecstatically leaves the bar. 

Back at Kid Kidnapperz clubhouse, Sam’s tied up. Trevor calls Gary and asks him if he’s killed Dean yet. “I’m working up to it,” Gary replies while sitting shirtless under a leopard print bedspread in the cougar’s lair. (Just...no on SO MANY LEVELS.) Sam listens to this with great alarm.

Sam demands to know how these rando teenagers know Dean. “Everybody knows Dean. He’s Hell’s most wanted,” Trevor retorts. Sam puts two and two together and comes up with a coupla dumb kids who took a deep dive into witchcraft and started talking to demons. 

“You’re just kids,” Sam laments. Trevor and Nora fill in more blanks. They were messing around with a Moste Dark Booke of Witchcraftery, as one does, and suddenly Gary went into a trance and drew a fairly decent picture of Dean. Gary also heard a voice - it was setting a bounty on Dean’s head, and apparently broadcast through the witch trance network.

Gary heard a voice in his head - it was setting a bounty on Dean’s head, and apparently broadcast through the witch trance network. Nora now has second thoughts, so Trevor ups his stupidity game and starts to summon a demon. 

That night, Gary creeps into the motel room and grabs Dean’s gun up from a nearby chair. He cocks the pistol. . He aims it at the shape under the covers...and Dean grabs him from behind and demands to know who he really is. (Silly Gary, Dean stopped sleeping under covers after he got back from Hell.)

Back in Trevor’s basement, he finishes the demon summoning. Nora looks up with black eyes.

She’s very interested to learn that they’ve got Dean Winchester in their sights. Trevor tells her where Dean is immediately. She absorbs this and swings her attention to Sam. She realizes it’s Sam “Boy King of Hell” Winchester sitting there and is suddenly VERY interested. Trevor asks her where his reward is, and when he pushes for it she first taunts, then kills him. (All the while Sam is in the background GRINDING HIS TEETH.)

Gary weeps, tied up in the motel room while Dean listens to voicemail after voicemail from Sam. Gary babbles about Sam’s whereabouts but it’s too late. Demon!Nora saunters in and lobs Dean across the room. Wherps. She offers Gary a powerful future but first he’s got to meet “the boss.” All he has to do is say “Yes” and they can have a nice chat together! Very sneaky! Dean attacks her while she’s cooking up her big plan and then Gary and Dean tag team an exorcism, freeing Nora of the demon. Later, Gary performs the incantation to swap bodies with Sam again. (I shake my head yet again that THIS is the ONLY body swap episode we got in the whole fifteen season run. What a goddamn waste of comedy potential.

With Sam restored to normal (or as normal as a Winchester can get), Dean confronts Gary. He tells him that if he were just a little older, he’d be dead right now. With those comforting parting words, they bring Gary and Nora back to their lives. Sam tells Gary to quit his whining about his life. It’s possible to rebel in a “healthy, non-satanic way.” Furthermore, he tells Gary that he wishes he had his life. Once the kids are out of earshot, Dean comments on Sam’s kind words. “Totally lied. Kid’s life sucked ass.” The apple-pie family crap is stressful, Sam decides. 

Maybe they just don’t know what they’re missing, Dean rejoins, and I calmly tie an anvil around my ankle and drop it off a cliff into a dramatically large canyon. 

They head out into the rainy night...to fight another day!

Doppelquöter:

You ever think that you'd want something like that? Wife, rugrats, the whole nine?

No matter how much you fight it, you can't stop the plan. The stupid, stupid plan

Um, I wouldn't exactly call praying to our dark overlord “goofing around”

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[voltage-vixen]

A Pandora Party

Fandom: Kings of Paradise Pairing: Taki Kozaki x MC (Female)

“Are you sure he’s coming? Taki did mention that he was supposed to be meeting with Mr. Ashiba this afternoon,” MC questioned to the smug looking investor casually sipping away at a martini.

MC had been in the kitchen of her and Taki’s home about to prepare a special homecooked meal to celebrate the day of his birth, when Yosuke texted her that there was an emergency up at Pandora. Assuming the worst, MC raced out the door and even chose to skip the elevator as she ran towards the staircase fearing as to what could be this urgent for Yosuke to call upon her out of the blue. Imagine her shock (and aggravation) when she found Yosuke alongside Shun and Kiyohito lounging around. Yosuke insisted on throwing a surprise party for Taki. Relived it was nothing serious, but reluctant to disturb Taki at work, MC would have been lying if she didn’t admit how much she missed him. Nodding her consent, Shun pulled up a chair and she joined the guys while they waited for Yosuke’s Operation Get Taki to Leave Work commence.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing, MC,” Yosuke chirped, the cheerfulness in his voice suspiciously exaggerated. “Good ole’, Taki should be here any second now!”

Kiyohito rolled his eyes, and Shun’s eyebrows arched while Yosuke tossed back the rest of his drink, oblivious to the confused glances the two men had been exchanging with MC. Kiyohito and Shun were having a silent conversation among themselves, each encouraging the other to ask the question Yosuke was obviously baiting them to ask, until eventually Kiyohito sighed in exasperation and turned to face their rowdy friend.

“Um, Yosuke? What exactly did you say to Taki that makes you so assured he’s going to leave work in the middle of the da-”

“MC!”

Taki’s voice suddenly boomed across Pandora as he burst through the entryway. Sweat trickled from his brow and his suit jacket was disheveled. Clearly, he was out of breath since his pants were sharp and heavy, but nonetheless, that didn’t stop him from darting over to MC. Grasping the sides of her arms, Taki quickly scanned her up and down, almost as if he needed to assure that everything was fine.

“MC, are you alright? Are you feeling okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” Taki questioned, the evident of his concern coating his eyes as he caught her gaze. “Should I take you to the doctor? Forget that-we’ll have the doctor come to you!”

“Taki! Taki, calm down!” MC shouted, grabbing ahold of the sides of his face. “Relax. Relax, everything is fine. I’m fine, but you don’t seem to be. Do you care to explain what’s going on?”

Yosuke who had been sitting quietly up until this point, jumped from his chair and obnoxiously  clapped his hands together.

“Allow me to explain, MC! I may have told a teeny tiny smidge of a fib to ensure Taki’s presence tonight for this humble little gathering,” Yosuke admitted, without the tiniest hint of remorse in his tone. “I told him you fell into the pool.”

“You did what now?” she yelped. “Yosuke, that’s not something you lightly joke about!”

“Yosuke, that’s shameless, even by your standards,” Shun sighed, while Kiyohito shook his head in disbelief.

“Yosuke!” Taki yelled, glaring at the man he was contemplating on looking into hiring a hitman for hire for. “What on earth would possess you to do something like that?”

“But Taki, I only wanted all of us to be able to celebrate your birthday together,” Yosuke pouted. He blinked his eyelashes, playing up the infamous puppy dog pout he was known for using to worm his way back into the good graces of those close to him.

“Taki, I think Yosuke realizes he was in the wrong,” MC coaxed, reaching out to give his hand a squeeze. “But his intentions seemed to be selfless. Why don’t we celebrate with the guys for a bit, and then I can whip you up something to eat later at home?”

“If that would make you happy, then sure,” Taki responded. “As long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter what we’re doing.”

“Since the couple approves, I’ll run and go grab the cake then,” Shun volunteered. “Kiyohito, would you mind coming with to help me carry up the utensils?”

“Sure, not a problem,” Kiyohito replied.

Setting his drink down onto the holder of the chair, Kiyohito stood up and trailed after Shun until Yosuke, Taki, and MC were left alone in Pandora. Yosuke intentionally began to cause a scene by clicking his tongue, rapping his knuckles down onto the surface of the table. Taki’s fingers instinctively drew to their temples of his head, knowing that the jabbering about to pour out of Yosuke’s mouth was likely to cause him a headache.

“So, Taki?” Yosuke slurred, propping his elbows down onto the table next to the pool and resting his chin on the palms of his hands. “What are you going to wish for? Money? No, not money. You already have plenty of that? A boytoy for Sydney? No, no, that can’t be it either. Sydney’s not old enough to date….she’ll actually probably never be old enough by your standards. What could you possibly want that you don’t already have…..think, think, think. Hmmmm…….Wait……..Wait……..OH I GOT IT!! A BABY!! You could wish for MC and you to have a baby! I’ll even offer my babysitting services for free when the two of you have a baby!”

“Um, Yosuke?” MC attempted to interject, but instead was drowned out by Yosuke breaking into song.

“Taki and MC sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carri-AH!”

SPLASH!

Taki and MC hurried back away from the pool, shielding themselves as best as they could from the water. Everything happened within the blink of an eye, it took a few moments for Taki to realize that Yosuke was bobbing in the pool. Sydney crept out from behind the table, crawling over to appear by MC’s side.

“Good girl, Sydney,” MC praised, gently stroking the back of the crocodile’s neck.

“Sydney! How could you betray me like that?” Yosuke complained, splashing water out onto the deck in frustration.

Turning to Taki, the couple both burst into a fit of laughter as they watched Yosuke flailing around the pool, grumbling under his breath while climbing out of the pool in search for a towel.

“I’m sure this is a birthday unlike any other you’ve ever experienced,” MC giggled.

Giving Sydney one final pat on the head, MC climbed into Taki’s lap to snuggle up into his chest. “Happy birthday, Taki.”

Taki wrapped her up into a tight hug, tracing small relaxing circles onto her back. “Thank you, MC. I could only ever be this happy since you’re in my life,” he assured.

Glancing around, Taki noticed that Shun and Kiyohito had just returned, not wasting a second to make fun of the drenched Yosuke. Great friends, a wonderful crocodile companion, and most importantly a loving woman that would never turn her back on him, and always accept the good and the bad.

Life is truly a paradise, Taki thought, before helping MC to her feet to go join the others around the cake.

Happy birthday to him, indeed.

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run away with me. - a.i.

description: after a sad and slightly messy rejection in September 2011, you and ashton meet again, the universe apparently deciding your story wasn’t over yet. 

word count: 5.4k

warnings: angst, but with a happy ending

w/n: this is.....so much longer than i thought it would be lmao, but pls enjoy! also a big thank you for getting lil ol’ me to 300 followers, i’m still in shock but so so grateful 🥺

taglist: @spicycal​ @castaway-cashton​ @irwinkitten​ @n-ctarinenga​

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September 27th, 2011

The evening was cooler than you had anticipated, the sweat that connected your work shirt to your skin bringing a chill to your body as you walked home from work, your school bag against your shoulders and back. Your legs and feet ached from running around the retail store you worked at, tourists asking you loads of questions about sizing, pricing, and sometimes making a fuss about something out of your control entirely before storming out of the store. After the fifth customer you helped made you cry, your boss sent you to the registers, sentenced to ringing everybody out and arguing about coupons for the rest of your shift.

The few blocks between you and your bed went by quickly, your feet bringing you to the doorstep of your home just in time for curfew. You pushed your way inside and closed the door behind you, locking it like you always did before carrying yourself up the stairs. 

“Hey there, petal,” your dad greeted from the couch. “Mum’s made dinner, should be a plate set for you in the fridge.” 

“Thanks dad,” you said, forcing yourself to sound cheerful as you walked into the kitchen. “Mum in her office?” You spoke while moving about the kitchen, your backpack moving against your back as you heated up your food for yourself. You didn’t dare put it down on the ground in case your mother came in, not wanting to hear her berate you again after the day you’ve had.

Your dad stayed in his seat on the couch, whatever news channel he was engrossed in playing on the T.V. screen in front of him. “Yep. Best not to disturb her.” 

Silently you nodded, internally cheering with joy while you grabbed cutlery and left the kitchen. “Mind if I take this to my room so I can study?” 

Dad grunted an approval and off you go, quietly moving up the stairs to your bedroom, a plate of hot food in hand as you closed and locked your bedroom door. Once you had set down the food on your desk you let out a sigh, letting the bag fall off your back and land on the floor with a dull thud. You took a second to crawl into bed and bury yourself against your pillows, taking a deep breath and exhaling it as you closed your eyes. 

Silence filled your room as you relaxed from your day, the constant emotions flowing out of you as you finally had a chance to process them all. Even at the age of 16 you were good at doing that, naming emotions and processing through them before you let them go, exhaling them through your nose when you had the chance to do so by yourself. It was days like these where you silently cursed your family for moving from Hornsby to Sydney, your cell phone silent as it sat in your back pocket; your childhood friends have long since stopped talking to you, especially with how strict your parents were, and while you were making friends in Sydney, it was slow going when you had such an early curfew and so many rules to follow. 

As you were finally forcing yourself to get up, a tap against your window startled you, your head snapping over your shoulder to search for the source of the offending sound. A gasp escaped you as you watched a small pebble knock against your window, rushing over to open it and lean out the window. 

Standing below you was your boyfriend Ashton, his brown hair falling over his face as he grinned widely up at you. Quickly you waved him up, the 17 year old quickly finding hand and foot holds as he climbed his way up the side of your house. You kept an eye out for your parents until he made it to your window, his limbs fumbling through the window as he climbed inside, his foot knocking a photo off your nightstand on his way in, thankfully not breaking the frame as it landed on the carpet with him. 

You grinned, smothering a giggle as Ashton scrambled to his feet in front of you, his arms automatically sliding around your waist and pulling you close as he pressed his lips to yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you smiled against his lips, pulling him as close as physically possible before you broke apart. 

With a finger to your lips you moved away from him, pressing your ear against the door while Ashton carefully moved to your bed. When you didn’t hear anybody on the other side you grabbed your old iPod and speaker off your desk and set them by your door, putting on some music at a soft volume so your parents would think you were studying before moving to join Ashton on your bed, grabbing the plate of lukewarm food from your desk to share. 

Ashton took the food and set it aside, hands moving to your waist again as he pulled you into his lap, a quiet laugh coming from your lips as he kissed your cheek. 

“Hey,” you said softly, keeping your voice quiet to listen for your parents. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? Does Anne know you’re here?” 

The boy chuckled, his lips moving to press kisses wherever he could reach. “Anne knows I’m here,” he mumbled, his lips finding yours again as his arms moved around your waist and gave you a squeeze. “I got tired of your parents cockblocking us, and it’s a Tuesday and I have nothing to do.” 

“What about your school work?”

Ashton pulled back and gave you a look that made you giggle. “Nevermind then.” 

He chuckled, kissing your nose as you settled against his chest. You took a deep breath, the smell of him filling your lungs as you cuddled in. Ashton was your rock, probably the only person from Hornsby that still talked to you, and was probably the love of your life. Your parents think he’s a menace and refuse to let you see him, even though they know nothing about your relationship; to them you were best friends who were polar opposites, and Ashton was the reason you didn’t fit in their ideas of perfection. A lot of the rules they imposed on you came from various times you have snuck out to see him and been caught, but the two of you always found a way to be together, even if it was as dangerous as, say, climbing into a window. 

A gentle hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to his as his beautiful hazel eyes smiled at you. It was like he was reading your thoughts when he looked at you like this, downloading everything about your day just by looking at you for a few seconds. 

“Bad day?” 

You nodded silently, the music pausing briefly as the song changed. Ashton paused with it, only speaking when the chorus picked up. 

“C’mon, let’s just cuddle.” 

Another nod and the two of you shifted, Ashton pulling back your blankets while you got up, putting the plate of food in your garbage and quickly disappearing into the bathroom to change before you turned the music off and climbed into bed with your boyfriend. 

Once you were settled on your side Ash crawled in after you, wrapping an arm around you as you reached over, turning off the light in your room and settling in. You turned over to face him, his arm still around you as you moved yours to rest against his chest, his lips connecting with your forehead as you buried your face against him. 

You don’t remember falling asleep but wasn’t surprised when you woke up hours later, the sounds of someone moving around your room pulling you from your sleep. You cracked your eyes open and shifted, looking at the clock on your bedside: 2:16 a.m. 

Groaning quietly you sat up, rubbing at your eyes as you felt the end of your bed dip, someone sitting down and a hand resting on your leg. You looked up and met Ashton’s eyes, a small half smile on his lips as he looked at you, the moonlight pouring in from your window lighting up the room enough for you to see him. 

“Run away with me.” 

His words rang in the air as you looked at him, still confused from your sleep. 

“What?”

“Run away with me,” he repeated, moving to be closer to you. You looked around and noticed he had packed up your duffle for you, the bag sitting under the window he had climbed in earlier, a bit of a mess around the room from him putting things in there for you. Confusion came to your face again as you met his eyes. 

“Right now?” He nodded. “Ash-”

“Hear me out,” he said sweetly, voice soft as he caught your attention. “You’re always talking about how your parents are strict and overbearing. You hate Sydney and your job.” He paused, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips. “We always talk about starting a life together. So, why should we wait? Why not start it right now?” 

The gesture wasn’t lost on you; as a hopeless romantic and dreamer at heart, you couldn’t help but feel appreciated and loved, this boy of your dreams sitting with you and pleading for you to be his forever absolutely tugging at your heart strings. You wanted to get up and throw your shoes and jacket on and leave forever with him, it didn’t matter where the destination was, it just mattered that you would have him with you forever. 

But your logical part kept you rooted in the bed, all the repercussions of your actions and anxiety immediately springing to the front of your mind. You were deeply and wildly in love with Ashton, but running away together? Dropping out of school and ending up somewhere with no connections? How would you live and pay for things, how would you find a good paying job to get a home? Not to mention the fact that you’re both minors, and no doubt both of your families would be looking for you the second they found out you were gone. 

You chewed on your bottom lip, Ashton’s bright smile faltering as you looked at him. Your hand squeezed his. 

“Baby,” you whispered, tears filling your eyes. You felt them start to spill down your cheeks as you licked your lips. “I can’t.” 

Ash’s brow furrowed, confusion reigning over his face as he sat back. “What do you mean?” 

“I can’t run away with you.” 

He stopped, a wave of different emotions pouring over his face as he stared at you. His eyes scanned your face as you sobbed, your gaze held by his as he tried so hard to read your mind but failed. 

“Why?” 

You let out a sob as he spoke, his broken heart escaping with the word as he said it. He wasn’t angry with you, his face unreadable as he just looked at you, waiting for an answer. 

“I-” you choked, unable to continue as you squeezed his hand. You took a moment to collect yourself as best you could, reaching up to wipe at your face. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” 

The love of your life looked at you, his face crumbling before he forced himself to hide it. The new face he had on was worse than you could have anticipated, watching him shut down in front of you as his hand slipped out of yours. 

“Ashton-”

He held up a hand silently, shifting to stare into the empty room. His elbows rested on his knees, his face burying into his hands as you started wringing your hands in your lap, sobs heaving in your chest as you pleaded with him.

“Ashton, please-” 

He stood abruptly, moving towards the window and starting to climb out again. You caught a glimpse of his face in the moonlight, tears streaking down his face as he left the way he came. 

You quickly jumped up and chased after him, grabbing his sleeve just before he got out of reach. “Ashton,” you begged, tugging him back to you. He didn’t look at you but your eyes moved to his shoulders, noticing how they shook as he silently sobbed. 

“I love you. Please, don’t leave.”

He stopped for just a moment, and in your mind you thought you were okay; you imagined him coming back into the window and the two of you crying together until you fell asleep again together, waking up at the crack of dawn to say goodbye for now and seeing each other again over the weekend. The image of you peacefully sleeping against him, cuddling up right under his chin in the way he loved gave you hope, your fingers loosening around his sleeve as he seemed to lean back towards you. 

Instead he gently pulled away from you, carefully finding the foot and hand holds again as he climbed down the side of your house, jumping the last couple of feet and shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked away from the house. You stood at your window, tears burning hot against your skin until you slammed the window shut and locked it, throwing yourself back into bed and burying your face in your pillow just in time to muffle a heaving sob, the sound echoing off the walls around you despite your best efforts to cover it. 

The rest of the night passed with you crying, drool and salty tears mixing on your pillow case until it was soaked. As the sun rose again you started to feel numb, the dawn of a new day bringing you to your bathroom to get ready for school. 

That was the last time you saw Ashton. Until now. 

**

Present Day - July 15th, 2020

“No, that’s not how that works-“ you argued, immediately being interrupted by someone on the end of the phone call, annoyance making your eye twitch. This simple phone call had meant to last a few minutes and was now reaching the half hour mark, your feet slowly pacing back and forth as the phone pinched against your ear. 

“Alright, this is what we’re going to do,” you interrupted finally, passerby giving you a strange look as they moved by you. You ignored them, focusing instead on the person on the phone. “You’re going to hold off on doing anything until I get there in a few days, and if I find out you didn’t do that, I’m going to find someone else who will. Understood?

The person on the other side was silent. “Good. Glad we had this talk.” Your thumb angrily ended the call, your feet bringing you to the corner of the closest building so you could lean up against it, head falling back against the brick as you closed your eyes and sighed. 

Ever since that night in September, your life has consistently been a smooth trek up-hill, everything coming up just fine as you kept your head down. You finished school and you were accepted to Harvard Business School, but the summer before you were set to leave brought all sorts of problems; financially, you couldn’t afford to go to Harvard, even with the considerate amount of financial aid and scholarships you won, so you had to give your spot away, heart broken about turning down your top choice. 

You somehow ended up at UCLA instead, one of the safety schools you had been accepted to with a full ride, and studied your heart out with a Linguistics and Education major instead. Moving to a whole different country was the biggest culture shock you have ever had, getting in more than your fair share of arguments over proper terms for certain things, but your studies and friends kept you occupied for most of the time, every single one of your friends cheering you on while you worked your tail off for your undergrad. 

May came and went and June crept up on you, finals and deadlines passing as you worked harder than you ever had in your life, but nothing beat the feeling of finally walking across the stage at your graduation, shaking the hands of various administrators while your family proudly beamed from the plastic chairs set up on the lawn. Photos were taken, your friends gave you tearful hugs, and you were off, moving into your own apartment the very same day, your new landlord handing you the keys with a stern ‘congratulations’ before you opened the door and carried all your things in. 

Your family stayed an extra couple days to make sure you had everything you need, another tearful goodbye at the airport following them to their gate before you finally had a chance to relax in your new home. You had a good job, you were making rent, and everything was going smoothly - until just now, the anger of the phone call still melting off of you in the hot sun as you stood up straight again, your fingers smoothing out your work shirt as you moved back into the building. 

The air conditioning hit you like a ton of bricks as you moved to your desk, thanking the person manning the phones for you during that brief period as you sat down with a sigh. You still had half a day left in your shift before you were free, and deep down all you wanted to go home and lay in bed, the silence of your apartment suddenly so inviting after the events of the day. 

An hour passed without incident, then another, until the door in front of you dinged open, your head lifting with your warm customer service smile on as a gaggle of men walked in the door. They were all laughing at something, one of them particularly tickled by whatever was said on the way in as he breathlessly laughed, short bleached hair covered slightly by a hoodie as he looked at another blonde, this one having earrings dangling down from both earlobes and a hat on his head. One with broad shoulders walked up to the desk, a smile on his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, him blocking your view of the other three as they waited.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You asked kindly as he got within earshot, your accent still quite thick when you spoke. The man seemed surprised but smiled nonetheless. 

“Uh,” he stuttered a bit as he walked up. “5 Seconds of Summer, here for an interview today?” 

You nodded, turning to the computer and confirming before looking back at the man. Something about the band name made your ears ring, a faint familiarity to it that tickled the back of your mind, something trying to nudge itself loose. 

“Yup, got you right here,” you confirmed, reaching under your desk for the cold waters you kept there in a small fridge. The man turned to his friends and lifted his hand, probably gesturing them over as you set the waters on the counter in front of you. 

“These are complimentary, hopefully helpful is battling the heat outside,” you said, not entirely looking at the men as they walked up to you. You turned and gestured where they were to go, giving them floor numbers before looking back with your winning smile. “Any questions?” 

The first man smiled and shook his head, thanking you kindly as three of them started moving. You fully turned back, shuffling your papers around on your desk as you assumed they all left, hearing their chatter fade behind you as you returned to work. 

“Y/n?”

Your heart jumped into your throat. That voice-

“Is that you?” 

Without thinking your eyes traveled upwards, meeting with a pair of hazel ones that you hadn’t seen in so, so long. It took everything within you to resist the need to touch him, to pull him close and run your fingers through his hair again as your heart absolutely ached. Ashton was standing across the desk from you, shirt open slightly and sunglasses pushed to the top of his head as you just stared. 

“Hi,” you said breathlessly, something desperate within you as you looked at him. He looked good, healthy, his hair a bit darker than you remember it being but loving it nonetheless. Looking at him filled a void in your heart you didn’t know existed, just the sight of him bringing you joy again, something that you hadn’t genuinely felt in years. The man in front of you was your one that got away, the only person you had dated in your life that truly left an impression. 

“Ashton! Let’s go!” 

The call jolted you from your thoughts, Ashton glancing towards the voice and back to you as his eyes searched your face for understanding, for anything that would give him an idea as to how and why the universe had brought you back together. He didn’t seem satisfied, his brow furrowing in confusion again as he turned to walk away. 

“Wait.” 

He paused, a blush on your cheeks as he met your eyes again. Embarrassed by your boldness you quickly took a piece of paper and jotted down your phone number and apartment address, folding it twice before handing it to him. You weren’t sure if he took the paper because he genuinely wanted to, or if it was a reflex from him being handed something, but you took it as a good sign anyway. 

“Let’s talk. Tonight. Please.” 

Silently, Ashton nodded, tucking the paper into his pocket before jogging to catch up to the other boys. You watched him go and then sat back in your chair, fighting back all the overwhelming emotions that were trying to take their place in the front of your mind. Flashes of that night came flooding back with them, your mind becoming a storm cloud of confusing thoughts and twisting tornadoes as you desperately tried to gather yourself together. 

After seeing Ashton you barely made it to the end of your shift, one single text from a new number appearing on your phone within an hour after he arrived. He said he would meet you at your place after the interview, you confirming in response with radio silence after that, your anxiety skyrocketing as you drove back home, probably breaking a few traffic laws on the way. 

When you got inside you set your things down and immediately started cleaning, tucking away anything that you didn’t want him to see and changing into more casual clothing. No new texts appeared on your phone screen, you desperately keeping an eye on the time as you tugged on an old UCLA shirt. Just as you were smoothing it out against yourself there was a knock, the sound startling you considerably as you hurried over to it. 

A quick glance out of the peephole showed Ashton standing there, looking as lovely as ever in your limited view as you unlocked and pulled open your door. 

“Hey,” you greeted softly, stepping aside so he could come in. He paused, taking you in before he slowly stepped inside, stopping just inside the doorway to take in your apartment as you closed the door. 

Silence enveloped the two of you as you once again resisted the urge to touch him, wanting nothing more than to slide your arms around him and pull him close so you could rest against him again. 

You cleared your throat as you moved in front of him, hugging yourself. “Um, would you like something to drink?” You asked, already moving towards the kitchen as he lifted a hand, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Just some water would be nice,” he said softly, a nod being his answer as you grabbed a bottle of water from your fridge. You set it on the small table made for just you and sat down, gesturing for him to join you as your knees anxiously knocked together. 

More silence fell as you looked at each other, Ashton taking the water as he just looked at you. There was tension in the air, but you couldn’t tell what kind, your fingers locking together in your lap as your thumbs pressed together. 

At the same moment you both opened your mouths to speak, chuckles falling from both of your lips as his fingers tapped against the water on the table. You could see the calluses on his fingers and palm as it moved, the man shifting slightly as he faced you. 

“You look good,” he said softly, smiling a bit. Your heart melted at the sight. “I, um, I didn’t know you worked and lived here. In LA, I mean.” 

You smiled, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah, um,” you said just as softly, your hands moving to rest on the table. “I went to UCLA. I actually just graduated from my undergraduate program last month.” 

Ashton couldn’t help but beam as you spoke, the light in his eyes igniting something with you. “Wow, that’s amazing, love,” he said sweetly, eyes focused on you. “Congratulations, that’s a huge accomplishment.” 

You smiled in thanks, your eyes falling to your hands as you nervously picked at your thumb. “Listen,” you said, clearing your throat a bit. “I wanted to apologize. I, um...I kind of broke your heart a few years ago, and that was really shitty of me.” 

Ashton looked at you with sadness in his eyes, one hand reaching to take yours and give it a squeeze. “Sweetheart-” 

“Wait,” you pleaded, eyes begging him to let you finish. He looked at you and nodded, keeping your hand in his as he ran a thumb across your knuckles. You took a deep breath before you continued, measuring your words carefully. “I know you’re going to say I have nothing to apologize for, because that’s just who you are. But I’m still wildly in love with you, Ashton.” You licked your lips, your mouth going dry as you pressed on. “I forced myself to finish school and go to uni so I could prove to myself that not running away with you at 16 was the best choice. I constantly tried to run from it, but every empty moment always had me thinking about you, and what our lives would have been like if I had agreed and had that life together like we had wanted.” 

You stopped for a second, taking a breath as you felt tears prick your eyes. You swallowed them down, refusing to get emotional. 

“I’m not expecting this to magically fix everything,” you said softly, your free hand resting on top of his. “I know I broke your heart and your trust, and I know I may never win either of those back, but I want a fresh start. I at least want to be friends, cause I can’t seem to escape you.” 

Your final words made Ashton chuckle, the man tugging on your hand as he stood up. Confused, you met his eyes, his head tilting slightly as he indicated for you to stand with him. You did so, his arms guiding yours around his neck as his own slid around your waist, the man pulling you in for a tight hug. 

The gesture brought more tears to your eyes, you fighting to hold them back until you lost, the scent of him filling your lungs just like it used to as teenagers and sending you over the edge. Your shoulders shook as you silently cried against his shoulder, his arms tightening around you as his lips moved to your ear. 

“Let it out, love, it’s okay.” 

His encouragement over your emotions brought you to gripping his shirt, arms locked around his neck as he carefully squatted and picked you up, wrapping your legs around him as he moved to sit on the couch, you crying in his lap as he settled back against the cushions. 

It felt like hours had gone by before you calmed down, your tears staining his shirt as you finally pulled back. Ashton smiled at you sweetly, lips pulled back in his classic look as his thumbs gently brushed away your tears. 

“Everything you said,” he said softly, eyes meeting yours. Now that your walls were down he finally could read you again, soaking in every ounce of you as he spoke. “I’ve felt the same. I’ve tried to find you in other people, other relationships, and it never worked out, each person just taking something from me that didn’t belong to them. I tried drowning my emotions and it only made things that much worse.” His own eyes filled with tears as he fought them back, still smiling as he pressed a kiss over your tear stained cheek. “But being here, just seeing you behind that desk...I never lost my love for you, y/n. Never.” 

Sniffling, you took in his words, awestruck that the man holding your face in his hands still loved you after years of no communication. Your mind tried to make sense of it as his lips kissed your other cheek, your hands burying themselves in his shirt as his hands moved to your waist. 

“Can we start over then?” You asked, your voice thick still from the tears. “I know we can’t pretend that life hasn’t happened, and we can’t go back in time and erase the past, but I want to start over with you. I want to start over with us.” 

He silently nodded, squeezing your sides gently. “Of course we can. I would love that.” 

Sighing in relief you sank against his chest, his hands moving to rub circles in your back as you buried yourself against him. 

“This isn’t as good as running away together,” he said softly, the words pulling a laugh from you. “But this is the next best thing.” 

“Oh shut up,” you teased, lightly swatting at his chest as you sat up again. He grinned, the expression making you laugh a bit again as you wiped at your face, sniffling as you set your hands in the space between the two of you. 

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the world outside of your small apartment waiting for you both to move on, move forward, while you both sat in place, breathing each other in and enjoying it. You only moved when Ashton’s phone dinged, a text from one of his friends pulling his attention away. 

He sighed, typing a response before he gently lifted your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm as he gingerly held your wrist between two fingers. “I have to go,” he said quietly, kissing your fingers. “Can I take you on a date this week? Maybe on Saturday night?”

You nodded silently, a smile tugging on your lips as he closed the gap between you, his hands moving to your hips as his lips connected with yours. 

The familiar feeling was sweet and gentle, lined with desperation and need as you kissed him. Your fingers tangled in his hair again, the curls resting between your fingers as you pulled yourself closer to him, his lips parting slightly as he pulled away. Both of you were breathless and smiling, Ashton gently patting your hip as you climbed off of him reluctantly. 

You walked him to the door, his hands sliding around you as he kissed you over and over again, peppering them all over your face before landing on your lips one more time. You said your goodbyes between kisses, Ashton promising over and over to take you on the best date ever until you had to force him out the door, not wanting him to be late to whatever it was he had to do as he smiled at you. 

As you were closing the door he said your name again, your head poking out as he smiled at you. 

“I love you,” he said simply, putting his hands in his pockets as he spoke. 

You blushed, the pink tint bright against your skin as you leaned out the door, a small smile tugging at your lips as you internally melted over him. 

“I love you too.” 

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🍁🍁🍁🌳🌳 SANDRINGHAM ANON AND PG🍁🍁🍁🌳🌳🌳🙏🏻

Sandringham Anon and PG 

SANDRINGHAM ANON 🍁🍁🍁🌳🌳🌳🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻… “ Philip, our dear friend is back , everyone’s prayer was answered , one is pleased.” …”that’s joyous news,sausage “ … “ the children are ready to depart sir , Security is transporting us to Cromer and Arbottles skiff is ready and all Bristol fashion “ … “wonderful , what an adventure ,what larks Pip ol’ chap” … “Charlotte wants to know what’s line fishing,George has his iPad and is answering all her questions “ … “ excellent Sydney, To the sea, ahoy”

Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Friday  October 30/20

🍁🍁🍁🌳🌳🌳🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU DEAR SANDRINGHAM ANON 🍁🍁🍁🌳🌳🌳🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

OCTOBER 30/2020

VIGNETTE #25

 Herself has read Skippy’s blog and seen all of PG’s posts😁😁😁and is eager to tell Himself the news 🗞 📰. She looks for Himself and finds him swiftly, she says to Himself with a big smile 😊on her beautiful face, Philip, our dear friend 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜is  back , everyone’s prayer 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻was answered , One is pleased. I would curtsy Ma’am, were l physically able to, so greatfull for all the love and prayers that came my way. I fully believe that aided greatly in my recovery. Himself says that’s joyous news,sausage 😊☺️😊! Now we are back to the adventure, or should I say misadventure,that would be the more appropriate word with the Cambridge children, George 👦and Charlotte👧. Afraid wee Louis is just not at fisherman’s 🐠 🐟 🎣 height , but he does love 💜💜💜💜all amimals, yes you are reading right. l said awhile back l finally know the correct way to say and spell that word, thanks to wee Bonnie Prince Louis👶🥰🥰🥰! Sydney reports to Himself that with a great deal of subterfuge, he has been able to get the children ready. So it’s the duo of doom against two members of the trio of terror🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😅😂😂😂😅. I fear disaster bodes🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂.Sydney continues on saying, the children 👧👦are ready to depart Sir. Security 👮‍♀️ 👮🏻‍♂️ 👮 is transporting us to 🦀 Cromer 🦀 and Arbottles, Sydney’s mate/chum skiff aka 🚣‍♀️ 🚣‍♂️ 🚣 🛳 boat is ready and all Bristol fashion!Shipshape and Bristol fashion, my that one goes back kids!! It is a phrase meaning in good and seamanlike order with reference to the condition of a ship. The expression had its origin when Bristol was the major west coast port of Britain at a time when all its shipping was maintained in good order. Himself is EPICALLY excited about this adventure! Himself says wonderful , what an adventure ,what larks Pip ol’ chap!! HA HA SANDRINGHAM ANON YOU TRYING TO PUT RIDDLES INTO THIS VIGNETTE BUT I POSSESS KNOWLEDGE VAST VAST KNOWLEDGE AND YOU KNOW THAT. THAT FAMOUS LINE, WHAT LARKS PIP OL’CHAP IS LEGENDARY DICKENS!! For those who are unfamiliar, Charles Dickens is rather was a brilliant author. This legendary line What larks Pip is a phrase from the Charles Dickens book Great Expectations, it is used in the book to mean have fun, or to reminisce of fun/good times in the past. SO HIMSELF IS SAYING TO SYDNEY THEY CAN RELIVE THEIR YOUNG SEAFARING MEMORIES. HIMSELF WAS A CAREER NAVAL MAN…..LIKELY WOULD HAVE BEEN AN ADMIRAL, BUT HE FELL IN LOVE AND THE REST IS BEAUTIFUL HISTORY.🥰🥰🥰🥰 Back to our vignette. Charlotte 👧, wants to know what’s line fishing 🎣. George 👦has his iPad 👨‍💻 and is answering all her questions! EPIC the children are teaching themselves 🎣, we can have a spot of fun. Sydney, are there per chance uh, refreshments on the skiff?? 🥃 🍻 🍺 🥃 Oh Sir, Sydney replies, uuuhhhh no Sir, l am very sorry. Himself smiles saying nae bother, he pulls his flask out of his pocket🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂as simultaneously Sydney has done the same thing!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Both men roaring with laughter, EPIC Sydney BLOODY EPIC IS THIS!!! As everyone is prepared with all the ‘ necessary’ things needed, off to sea 🌊 they go! Himself saying excellent Sydney, To the sea, ahoy matey!! 🌊 to be continued…… I wonder which of the two children is going to be seasick we shall find out in the next adventure……..

DONE WITH THE GREATEST LOVE AND RESPECT FOR HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN AND HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE PHILIP THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH 

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦 🇬🇧 🇦🇺 🇳🇿 

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Thank you PG. such fun...😊😊😊😊😊😊😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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[eulohani]

⟨ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐍. 𝐂𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄. 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, 𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈 is actually a descendent of Λ P Ή Я Ө D I Ƭ Σ. it’s still a question of whether or not the 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 year old 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 from 𝐒𝐘𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀 has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 & 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄.

HELLO, i am just going to keep adding to this buttt it will be a bunch of rambly bullet points bc that’s what i’m best at, but this is my favorite muse noor, my baby demon, i’d love to plot over at lil leo#1807 on discord !!! 

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 / 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵

full name: noor jade lohani pronunciation: nôr jeid low-han-ee meaning of name: 

noor — divine light jade — after the stone, representing wisdom, clarity, justice & courage

aliases: tbd age: 23 date of birth: july 23rd, 1997. place of birth: sydney, australia  zodiac sign: leo sun / taurus rising / scorpio moon species: demigod race: bengali  nationality: australian  gender: cisfemale sexuality: bisexual profession: streamer

height: 4′11 weight: 115 lbs eyes: grey hair: deep black build: athletic petite  voice: raspy & comforting, almost musical, hint of an australian accent traits: both of her ears are fully pierced, nostril & nippies, red dragon tattoo on her hand along with a few minimalist ones on her fingers, garlic bread on her left upper butt cheek, louise bunny ears just above her elbow on the back of her bicep ( w vincent having a linda one ), matching tattoos with scarlett ( the sun ), a mural full back tattoo

education: art history major.  literacy: 99.5% languages: french, latin, bengali, greek.  disorders: N/A. habits: biting her lip, toying with her necklaces, not able to stay still. 

positive: self confident, adventurous, fearless, loyal.  neutral: curious, determined, protective.  negative: flighty, private, manipulative, messy. 

moral alignment: chaotic netural  jung: ENFP enneagram: primary is eight four temperaments: sanguine tropes: spoiled brat, the final girl, damsel out of distress, dragon lady, fangirl, rose with thorns archetypes: the rebel tarot cards: the sun, the lovers, the empress, page of wands, ace of cups, seven of swords, nine of pentacles

compassion: 5/10. empathy: 7/10. creativity: 8/10.  mental flexibility: 7/10. passion: 10/10. stamina: 9/10. physical strength: 8/10.  battle skill: 10/10.  agility: 10/10. strategy: 10/10. teamwork: 7/10. charisma: 9/10. reflexes: 9/10.  willpower: 7/10. luck: 6/10.

𝐁𝐈𝐎 / background

noor was born to a very, very rich father who didn’t often pay attention to her but did make sure she was always occupied with something other than his time. she didn’t mind, never resenting he dad for it rather seeing it as a better deal in life for her

she was always taught to defend herself though, that was something her father was always ridiculously adamant about. noor took a lot of classes outside of school, physical and mental

when she found out who her mother really was, she understood why — and she often wished she had more fear than her father did. or even matched his own, slowly becoming more distant from him, feeling like a secret was hidden from her that could of been told long before she was ready to leave for camp

in school she didn’t really have friends outside of social events, so she confided in her studies and random lore she was interested in. this is when she actually became encapsulated in where she truly came from, her mother’s history, trying to find a way to reach the goddess but always falling flat in her efforts

after losing trust in not only her parents, but what she knew to be friends, she became more defensive over herself for truly anything, sometimes so much it drove her insane 

her mother finally came to claim her at thirteen, when happened upon a monster encounter that was too close to write off as a mere side affect. at first, noor was pissed, wondering why she hadn’t come for her earlier. in true aphrodite fashion, she barely gave her much answer but ultimatum and matching her ferocity. when she left for camp it almost felt like an escape, the one place she belonged & felt like she could relate to somebody. realizing there was nothing else for her, she stayed

noor adjusted immediately to campus, her major coming as easy as her tie to her mother, always wanting to pursue something other than general education in high school 

in the security of campus lines, she felt as if she had no reason to feel normal ever again, or like she had to meet other’s standards. she did everything she could to find quests, commit herself to her destiny as a demigod 

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 / tid bits

absolutely effortlessly candid, noor is really see through when it comes to her emotions. she can’t hide things, but often that’s one of her downfalls 

such a people person, she often knows someones deepest secrets when first meeting them because she gives off an extremely comforting energy 

wears & makes body jewelry, often on her waist / sternum / thighs: x

has trouble being wrong >:( 

she loves to LEARN !!!!! 

loyal yet selfish and Annoying

nature wh*re

loves to make people feel good but if she yells at you bc she thinks you need it that’s your fault 

MAYB intimidating ?? sometimes... yes

very 90s with her style, little tops big pants, little braids in her hair, necklaces always stacking gold on her neck 

big ol’ nerd, has gone to hella conventions, streams on the lowkey probably has a tik tok w hella followers strictly bc of that

4′11 

has made it her basic life mission to be apart of as many quests as possible, has only gotten one of her own but noor has charmspeaked her way to accompany more than a few demigods on theirs

sports duel daggers: x  

brat brat brat brat 

v traveled, v into film and such

smells like lemons and honey

noor has SOME sort of beef with every one of her sisters ( she is her mother’s daughter )

insecure lowkey

alexa play harry styles golden

  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 | 𝐀𝐄𝐒 | 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐒

#euintro

[potatocrab]

you like older black and white tv shows/movies right? maybe one of those for the fandom meme? i couldn’t name one but i would like to know more about them

Okay this is going to be kind of difficult to answer lol but here goes, for some 1950s classic TV/movies: Sometimes, instead of character, I put in an actual actor because that was much easier to answer. 

The first character I ever fell in love with:

I can’t even remember the first classic movie I watched, because I watched so many growing up with my grandpa, but I’m sure it was a Gene Kelly movie, so probably something with him in it. 

A character that I used to love/like, but now do not:

I can’t think of anything off the top of my head. 

A ship that I used to love/like, but now do not:

I used to love Samantha and Darrin from Bewitched (cheating here with 60s-70s) watching reruns on TV as a kid. Now I’m indifferent. I think I just need to re-watch the show I think now that I’m older, re-ignite my love. 

My ultimate favorite character™:

I think it’s safe to say I’ll watch anything with Bogart in it (and have, pretty much, at this point, thanks to ol’ gramps). 

Prettiest character:

I love me some Bacall :) 

My most hated character:

For the obvious racist and other problematic reasons, John Wayne can go fuck himself. I can’t watch anything with him in it anymore. Blegh. 

My OTP:

Hands down, Rob and Laura Petrie from The Dick Van Dyke Show 

My NOTP:

🤷‍♀️

Favorite episode:

Episode= movie instead, yes? Sabrina. 

Saddest death:

Not a real death, but the death of romance, and the bittersweet ending in Roman Holiday. It gets me every time. ;_____;

Favorite season:

TV show? Dick Van Dyke Show :)

Least favorite season:

TV show? Gunsmoke was so weird, let’s leave it at that. 

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate:

I honestly don’t really care for Gone With the Wind or The Wizard of Oz, maybe because they are so overrated? *shrug*. I get it, they are classics. Maybe also all those “oh are you related to Judy” jokes just grated me as a child. 

My ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:

Sydney Greenstreet (you’d know him as the ‘villain in The Maltese Falcon and the other club owner in Casablanca. He’s slimy, but effective in his roles, and does it so well you can’t help but love it. 

My ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:

I get why Peter Lorre was type caste, but I do wish he was given the opportunity to be in broader roles. Bless that voice, and bless his one-scene wonders. 

the last two are 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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