i love this crew!

aurum88  asked:

I am in LOVE with the night club au. I would love to see more of it if you ever felt like it. I know you mentioned them sitting through a police raid... Also I love when you do fahc from an outsider's perspective, it's so good and so enjoyable. Keep up the good work :)

Thanks so much! I really didn’t stick to the perspective as well as i meant to but i just wanted to knock something out without going back to fix it so it is what it is. 

As for the raid, well. Normally Geoff’s contacts are enough to keep that sort of thing from happening no matter what kind of business he’s meddling in, but every now and then someone fresh and optimistic comes along trying to change the world, or one of Geoff’s crooked pals forgets what they owe him, and the club is subjected to a night of privacy infringement and poorly veiled insults courtesy of Los Santos’ finest. The notoriety of a raid never hurts FAKE’S business but any night spent entertaining the boys in blue is a night not spent raking in the cash from the public, and that just does not make Geoff a happy man.

Still, when the police descend and pull him from his office Geoff stays cool and calm and infuriatingly smug, Jack professional and blasé at his side, and the pair conduct every interview with the perfect polish of upstanding citizens despite everyone in the room knowing they are as guilty as sin. They’ll smile, will answer questions as their property is invaded and their people are harassed, they’ll pointedly refrain from mentioning that the police chief is a close friend of the business, and no matter how thorough the search is they’ll never be caught with a scarp of incriminating evidence.

None of the casual workers have anything to say, not privy to any of the background business, but even if they were they’re all smart enough to keep their mouths shut, and all too soon they’re deemed useless and sent on their way. Steffie and Matt tend to play themselves out with the crowd and laugh at the others come morning, saved yet again by their ability to refrain from stirring up a hornet’s nest, avoiding aggravating the cops in a way the rest of the FAKE’S crew is oddly incapable of.

The main team are not so lucky, though for the most part they bring it on themselves; intentionally infuriating and insufferably cocky they all toy with any member of law enforcement they’re faced with no matter the rank, daring them to bite back, safe in the confidence that there’s no trouble Geoff and Jack can’t get them out of. Corralled to the side of the bar to await their questioning and watch the raid unfold not one of FAKE’S diehard employees can refrain from commentating, calling out particular officers who look like they’re slacking or making suggestions of places to look, slouched together in their insolence, collectively laughing off every attempt to bring them into order.

Ryan, Jeremy and Michael always play their interviews the exact same way; stoic and unimpressed with crossed arms, incredulous looks and just enough menace to keep things interesting without tipping all the way into threat.  Lindsay and Mica swing from overtly airheaded to ruthlessly clever brutally enough to keep any member of law enforcement too busy trying to dig themselves out of the pit of offensively sexist stereotyping to bother collecting any viable information. Trevor pleasantly answers every question without ever actually answering a single question, and Gavin is, as always, a menace. All big guileless eyes and affinity for starting trouble he pokes and prods, taunts and teases, chewing up and spitting out officers like they’re regular patrons of the club, but the detectives are another matter altogether. They always circle back to Gavin, closeness to Geoff making him a prime candidate for interrogation, and for all Gavin hates them they tend to hate him right back, or pity him, or on one notable occasion that instantly turned the tone of the room from amused to quietly furious, call him all kinds of unpleasant names casting aspersions on his character and role at the club.

That particular detective didn’t last long; for all he mocked Michael’s sudden snarling appearance and Gavin’s scathing response, sneer only wobbling in the face of the cold, silent judgement of the FAKE’S around him, he wasn’t laughing when Geoff caught up to him later. Wasn’t laughing when he slunk back into the club the next night, face burning with humiliation as he issued a full blown apology in front of everyone, suffering through Gavin’s haughty dismissal and turning on his heel to leave. He certainly wasn’t laughing when Ryan, Michael and Jeremy sprung into motion at a nod from Geoff, effortlessly cutting through the rolling crowd like wolves as they silently followed the detective out into the night. Safe inside the dancers keep dancing, keep drinking and flirting with the staff, keep gossiping about FAKE’S latest brush with the law as they pour their hard earned cash into the club, utterly oblivious to the free lesson in minding one’s manners that is transpiring in the unlit alley out back.

A Mess (Lams)

AN: this is a mess and way longer than I thought it would be. Enjoy. 

Request: @ash-the-shadowhunter - Hello! So I love your writing and I would absolutely love to see a lams fic where someone starts flirting with John (or Alexander) and then Alexander (or John) gets all possessive/Jealous. Maybe even John has to calm Alex down possibly? Thanks again! I really love your writing

Warning: fighting 

Word Count: 4,405 

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @megabooklover18

John and Alexander were at the reception after Aaron Burr’s wedding. Neither of them particularly wanted to go, but Alexander and Aaron were colleagues and it would have come of as rude if they hadn’t attended. John had spent the evening trying to get Alexander to enjoy himself at least a little, without much success. Now, he was going to hope that dancing would loosen him up.

“Alex,” John nudged Alexander’s side maybe a little harder than necessary.

“What?” Alex grumbled. He didn’t even look up from his phone. “I’m working, Jacky.”

“We’re at a party. Work can wait until tomorrow,” John snatched Alexander’s phone and quickly shoved it into his inside jacket pocket before getting up and dancing away, all with a shit-eating grin.

Alexander sat back in his chair. It wasn’t until John had gotten to the middle of the dance floor that he got up to join him. Alex had a soft spot for his boyfriend and usually gave him whatever he wanted. John was very aware of this, a fact that was pretty evident with the dopey smile he had whenever it happened. He had that exact smile when Alex finally caught sight of him again amongst the sea of people.

“How very nice of you to join me, my dearest Alexander,” John took an exaggerated bow, unable to wipe the smile from his face. “How can I ever thank you for gracing me with your presence?”

Alex caught John in a kiss as he stood. “This should suffice, methinks.”

“Mm. You’re a dork,” John hummed and kissed Alex again. They melted together as everyone else seemed to disappear. John tangled his fingers in Alexander’s hair, sending a shiver down his boyfriend’s spine.

“Maybe- maybe not here,” Alex cleared his throat.  “Too many people from work and other things.”

“So?” John mumbled against Alexander’s neck.

“One of those people is George,” Alex glanced around the room but tilted his head a little anyway.

John slowly kissed his way along Alexander’s jaw before pulling away the tiniest bit. “He was the first one to find out about us because he caught us making out when I was staying over in high school. I don’t know how much he cares.”

“It’s still weird,” Alex wrapped his arms around John’s hips. “And you’re only cool with it because I’m the one who got the worst scolding that night. And he likes you more so he won’t say anything to you now.”

“Can we not talk about your dad when I’m trying to kiss you? Aaron has been talking his ear off all night anyway. I really don’t think he’s paying any attention to us,” John groaned.

“I don’t even know why Aaron invited him. My dad never liked him. Not even when the two of us were little and practically joined at the hip,” Alex’s brow was furrowed, signaling to John that he was a lost cause.

“Heavenly Father, give me strength, for I am going to need it,” John muttered under his breath and pulled away. “You have the uncanny ability to cockblock yourself constantly, and it’s really fucking annoying for the other person involved, so he’s going to go get a drink.”

“Aaron’s really fucking annoying,” Alex retorted.

“Not your best work, peaches,” John pulled Alexander’s phone out of his pocket, pulling it back when Alex tried to grab it. Immediately understanding, Alex kissed John quickly before reaching for his phone again. John rolled his eyes and handed it over. The two split, John to the bar and Alex back to the table.

John went up to the bar, smiling sweetly at the bartender. “Two Sam Adams’ please?”

“Sure thing,” the bartender reached under the counter to grab the two bottles. He slid them to John, very obviously checking him out.

“Thank you,” John took the bottles. “Don’t be surprised if I’m back for a third.”

The bartender frowned sympathetically. “That kind of night?”

“Very much so,” John nodded.

“I’m sorry to hear that, babe,” the bartender rested his arms on the counter. “Well, if we’re going to be seeing each other throughout the night, my name’s Matt.”

“Very pleased to meet you, Matt. I’m John. Friends call me Jacky. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have someone to save from a night of endless boredom,” John sighed.

“I won’t keep you from your mission any longer then, Jacky,” Matt grinned. “Good luck.”

John lifted an arm in a makeshift wave and started weaving his way over to George. He glanced over at Alex before he was lost amongst the people again. When he finally got back to the right table, he coughed quietly, trying to interrupt as politely as he could.

“Mind if I sit?” he smiled warmly at Aaron and George, who instantly looked relieved.

“Please, son,” George pulled the chair next to him out.

John sat and handed a beer to the older man. “Thank you, sir. And congratulations, again, Aaron. I’m beyond thrilled for Mrs. Theodosia and yourself.”

“Thank you, Laurens,” Aaron nodded at him. “Speaking of, I think I’ll go find her.”

“Good idea. I don’t know how thrilled she’ll be that you’ve spent more of your night with me than her,” George said curtly. Aaron stood and bowed a little before practically scampering away.

John snorted and took a swig of his beer. “Was it really that long?”

“I don’t make things up, son. You should know that,” George sighed and took a swig of his own drink. “Thank you, Jacky.”

“Of course, sir. No misses tonight?” John leaned back in his chair.

“Nope. Came down with a very serious case of “I’m Very Patient, But That Boy is Too Much” this morning. Presents itself as a migraine,” George explained.

John laughed melodically and nodded understandingly. “I believe I’ve come down with that more than once myself.”

“And what about you?” George nodded at the empty seat next to John. “No Alexander?”

“Work. And he couldn’t stop talking about you. No offense, but you’re not exactly what I want to be thinking about while making out with my boyfriend,” John took a long drag of his beer.

“Absolutely none taken, but usually he enjoys parties. Or at least he used to.”

John shrugged and sighed. “Work.”

That’s all George needed. He stood and gestured for John to do the same. “Let’s go.”

“It’s fine, sir. Don’t worry about it,” John closed his eyes and cradled his bottle against his stomach. “I really gave up a long time ago. If it doesn’t happen the first time, it’s not going to happen at all.”

“With all due respect to your opinion, son, his face his buried in that goddamn phone of his all day every day while he’s doing this, that, and the other for work. If I can put up with Aaron Burr for as long as I did, he can have a few dances with you. Now let’s go,” George tapped John’s shoulder.

It took a second before John was able to force himself up out of his chair. “Yessir,” he mumbled. George guided John back across the room, glancing back more than necessary to make sure John was following, as though John had ever done anything close to disobeying his boyfriend’s drill sergeant of a father. However, when they got back to the boy’s table, Alexander had disappeared.

“Oh well,” John sighed exaggeratedly. “Maybe next time, sir.”

“Nope. Come on,” George grabbed John’s upper arm firmly and pulled him along with him to the dance floor. On their way through, George gave his signature look of disapproval to any couples not behaving in a way he felt was appropriate, shaming them apart. There was a far different look when he saw Alexander acting the same with a scantily-clad girl.

George tried to push John behind him, but not before he had seen. The girl was grinding against Alexander and he had one hand too far down her front and the other too far up. It took George pulling them apart before either noticed anything. John stayed behind George and stared at the floor, knowing the father and son were about to cause a scene.

“Enjoying yourselves?” George crossed his arms and stared the girl back to her place when she tried to slip away. “I certainly hope it was worth it.”

“We were just dancing, George,” Alexander shrugged.

“Oh really? Because to me, it really looked like you were groping this young lady,” George raised his voice, either not noticing all of the eyes that were on the group or not caring.

Alexander raised his voice right along. “It was harmless.”

“If it was so harmless, then why do you have-” George gestured to Alexander’s crotch. John nearly vomited his stomach fell so fast. Not only did George just point out his son’s boner in front of a large number of people, he just mentioned it at all. John, the good southern boy he was, didn’t think he would ever be able to talk so openly about some things, this being one of them.

Alex only shrugged again, even smirking some. “Shit happens. Just ask John. I saw him flirting with the bartender earlier.”

John felt another wave of nausea. He felt only a little better when George stepped back a little closer to him, just to come right back down when George spoke again.

“Even if he did, flirting is different than what I’m sure would have been bathroom sex if I had not have gotten here when I did. I didn’t think you needed that explained to you.”

By then, the room had gone nearly silent, save the music and Aaron talking to someone, indifferent to the rest of the world. Despite the reason, Alexander didn’t seem to hate all of the attention. John was very, very close to running out to the car. The only thing stopping him, and probably everyone else, was George. He was very good at making a whole room guilty for something only one or two people had actually done.

“Jacky and that twink at the bar were basically doing each other with their eyes just a few minutes ago,” Alex crossed his arms to mirror his father. “Why aren’t they getting a lecture? And why are you doing it instead of him? If it were a big deal, he would say something instead of cowering behind you. He has to have big, bad George do thin-”

John dropped his bottle and sprang out from behind George, punching Alexander square in the jaw.

“Shut up, you asshole!” John screamed.

Alexander opened his mouth to say something, but not before John could land another punch in his stomach, knocking him to the floor. It wasn’t until John had straddled Alexander and gotten a few more blows to his face that George pulled a sobbing John away.

“That’s enough, son,” George let go cautiously after a minute.

Alexander sat up slowly and wiped his mouth. “You’ve only had three or four drinks tonight, Jacky. When’d you get to be such a lightweight?” he scoffed.

George had to link his arms up around John’s to keep him from lunging at Alexander again. John struggled against him for a long while until he tired himself out.

“Are you done?” George loosened his grip testingly. John nodded and George let him go. He cradled his hands against his stomach, his eyes returning back to the floor, trying to ignore all of the other eyes that were glued to him.

George sensed it and softened a little. “Go get some air, son.”

John nodded and left immediately, collapsing on the sidewalk outside the venue. He had just ruined a party and beaten the shit out of his boyfriend. Alexander had been right- it wasn’t even that big of a deal. And maybe he had flirted a little with Matt. He was just as bad as him, and once again, Alex was getting the worst end of the scolding inside.

George was still calm somehow, and Alexander seemed more surprised than anything.

“You’re a mess, son,” George observed.

“Mhm,” Alex looked down at his suit, which was now covered in blood. “I wouldn’t be if you had stopped Jacky sooner.”

“Don’t even try to tell me that you didn’t deserve every one of those punches. I think you deserved more, but you looked so pathetic. Since when can’t you fight back? I didn’t raise you to sit back and just take a beating. Though I suppose I didn’t raise you to be a cheater either,” George shook his head.

Alexander watched as the crowd began to dissipate. “Why did you even get involved?”

“He said you were working. Here. At a party. I don’t care who’s party it is, you get off your damn phone and have a good time with your boyfriend,” George grabbed Alexander’s arm and started pulling him towards the bathroom. “And I know Jacky wasn’t flirting with the gentleman at the bar.”

“Ah, yes, because you’re George the All Knowing,” Alex laughed, wincing a little.

“Well, there’s that. And the fact that he came to me a few weeks ago to ask me if he could propose to you tonight,” George pushed the door open and pulled Alex into the bathroom. “Sit.”

Alex nodded, dazed, and slid to the floor. “He did?”

“Requested a song and everything. I think it was the one you two had your first slow dance to, or something like that,” George shrugged and started wetting some paper towels.

“Sunday Kind of Love,” Alex nodded. “He came out to me a few days before that. He didn’t seem nervous tonight or anything.”

George knelt down next to his son to start cleaning his face. “I think he was too excited to be nervous. I was the only person he wanted to tell or your mother would be here. Damn, he’s gotten better, and he was already pretty damn good.”

“Is that why you got involved?” Alex jerked his head away from the towel on his eyebrow.

“I think you need to go to the E.R. I can take you. John is not driving,” George stood up and threw the paper towels away. “He’s not getting behind the wheel. And you both need to apologize to the Burrs.”

“Yessir. Can you help me up?” Alex couldn’t quite bring himself to look at George.

His father nodded and squat down so Alex could carefully wrap his arm over his shoulder. The two stood up and slowly made their way back out to the main room. George asked a few people where the newlyweds were, and eventually they found them outside talking to John. The Burrs waved at the newcomers while John stared at the ground and smoothed out his jacket.

“Aaron, Theodosia, I-” Alex started.

“No need. John already explained,” Theodosia interrupted. “Go take care of yourself, okay? We’re fine.”

Alex and George both turned to look at John. Aaron pat Alexander’s shoulder as he walked back inside with Theo.

“John?” Alex murmured. “What did you tell them?”

John shrugged and slipped his hands into his pockets.

“We need to go, boys. Come on. I’ll worry about the other car.” George said after a minute of awkward silence. John nodded and went ahead to George’s car, slipping into the backseat as soon as George unlocked it. George started over to the passenger’s side to open the front door.

Alex shook his head. “I want to sit with him.”

“Alright,” George opened the other door and help Alex in. John had his head resting against the window and didn’t do anything to acknowledge that Alexander had gotten in the car. George pulled out of the parking lot, checking the mirror every few seconds. After a few minutes, Alex reached over and took John’s hand, squeezing as tightly as he could.

“Babe,” Alex rubbed his thumb over the back of his boyfriend’s hand. “Please tell me what you told them.”

George looked back at them more than he looked at the road while they waited for a response. John just shrugged again.

“Son, just spit it out. No one is going to be mad at you,” George once again broke the awkward silence. No response. “John-”

“It’s fine, George. We’ll talk about it later,” Alex squeezed John’s hand and George looked back at the road completely.

A few hours later, the three of them were all crammed into a hospital room. John had fallen asleep a few hours ago and was curled up in the chair furthest from Alexander, who was on the bed. John still hadn’t said a word, much less told the other two what he told the Burrs.

“Would you be okay with taking him home? This could be a while,” Alex yawned and winced immediately after.

“Yeah, yeah,” George nodded. “I don’t know why they need an x-ray. An idiot could tell you that at least a rib is broken.”

“George, that’s- nevermind,” Alex looked over at John. “I messed up, didn’t I?”

George snorted. “I told you earlier that you did. I’m the one who kept you from making it worse, son.”

“Has anyone told you how annoying it is that you’re always right?” Alex shifted onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

“Yes, constantly. It’s the price I pay for my gift,” George said stoically. “I should take him home now.”

Alex nodded, sighing as deeply as he could. George shook John’s shoulder gently. It took a few more shakes before John moaned quietly. He sat up and rubbed his face, blinking because of the light, and still wouldn’t look at the other two.

“I’m going to take you home, son,” George grabbed both of their jackets. He draped John’s over his shoulder and started herding him towards the door. “Call me if you hear anything, Alexander. I’m going to make sure he gets a shower and goes to bed and then I’ll be back. Hang tight.”

“Thank you, George,” Alex sighed again as he watched them leave.

Once they got in the car and onto the road, John finished through his pocket and tossed the ring box onto the center console. George raised a brow but didn’t say anything. He didn’t see any point in trying to force John to talk, so he could say something when he wanted to. It was weird for John to be quiet- he would usually talk and talk, but not in an annoying way. He was one of the few people who could get George to start and keep talking for any long period of time. If John didn’t want to talk, there was a reason, and George wasn’t going to be the one to question it.

“I told them I was drunk and messed around with Matt,” John mumbled. His voice was practically nonexistent.

George glanced over at him quickly. “Who the hell is Matt?”

“‘That twink at the bar’,” John laughed darkly and stared out the window. “The least I could do after I beat Alex to a pulp. He didn’t need any shit from Aaron.”

“He’s going to find out anyway. There was no point in lying. And what does this have to do with the ring?”

John let his head flop to the side to look at George. “I just beat your son up. After I flirted with someone who wasn’t him. I figured you wouldn’t want me to marry him anymore.”

“He was being an asshole and definitely deserved it. And even if I didn’t want you to, I wouldn’t keep you two from getting married. Not after the way he looked when I told him you were going to propose,” George pulled into John and Alexander’s driveway. “It wouldn’t be right.”

“You told him?” John didn’t make any move to get out of the car.

“I hope you aren’t angry with me,” George looked back over at John.

John shook his head and the two of them sat in comfortable silence for a bit. Before George got out of the car, he handed the ring back to John. They made their way into the house, both fumbling with everything. George probably hadn’t slept in over twenty four hours and John was just a mess.

“I don’t want to be here. I should be with him. I’m the one who did it,” John’s voice broke, surprising both of them.

“You need a shower and actual sleep, son,” George tossed his jacket onto the couch. “I told Alexander that I’m not leaving until I do, and I’m a man of my word.”

“I don’t want to shower with these,” John held up his bandaged hands.

George rolled his eyes. “You’ll live. Get to it.”

John grumbled under his breath as he walked away, knowing better than to try and argue. He froze when he saw himself in the mirror. His lip was raw from gnawing on it throughout the several hours they had been in the waiting room. His hair look like a rat’s nest. His suit was covered in both his and Alexander’s blood. It took a few minutes until he could pry himself away to start the shower, setting it as hot as he could. He unwrapped his hands and knew he was going to have to have George redo them later. Getting undressed took forever as well. By the time John got in the shower, he was surprised the water was still hot. He stuck his hands under the water.

“Fuck!” he whimpered but didn’t move them away. “Fuck-”

He held his hands under the water until it ran cold. He stuck his head under just long enough for his hair to get wet and then got out. He dried himself as best as he could, not even bother with his hair. There was a pair of Alex’s sweatpants tossed into the corner that John pulled on. He walked back out to George, who was sitting on the couch reading the paper.

“Nice shirt,” he glanced up over the paper.

“You’ve seen me shirtless to clean me up after fights more times than I can count,” John rolled his eyes. “And it hurts to move. But mostly it’s that I don’t care.”

“I remember how you got each of those scars. Which is impressive given my age and the sheer amount of them,” George folded the paper and set in on the coffee table.

John smiled a little. “They’re pretty bad ass. And Alex likes them.”

“Mhm,” George looked John up and down, settling on his hands, noticing the redness. “May I ask what you were doing?”

“I was showering?” John’s gaze dropped to the floor.

“That was cause for swearing like you did?”

“I’m fine,” John mumbled. “Anything from Alex?”

“No. Get me bandages so you can get to bed,” George ordered. He watched John leave, and when he was definitely out of the room, he quickly got Alexander from the porch. George got Alex settled on the couch and handed him the ring box. “He doesn’t know. Good luck, son.”

“Thank you. For everything. I love you, Dad,” Alex whispered.

George pat Alex’s shoulder and slipped out of the room, not making it out completely before he smiled brighter than Alex had ever seen. It was only a minute after that that John came back into the room.

He came in reading the back of the box of gauze. “I think I want to get him flowers or some shit. I know it’s cheesy, which I know you don’t do, but-”

“Flowers sound lovely, babe,” Alex interrupted. “Don’t ever listen to George about that stuff. Come sit. I would meet you but I can’t really walk.”

John nodded fervently and sat carefully next to Alex. Alex took his hand, taking a shaky breath before he started talking.

“I know this is probably not at all what you had in mind, but I’m going to go ahead anyway. I just spent way too long in the hospital because of you, but I’ve never loved you more. George was right about what I was doing, but I did it because I’m scared of how much I love you. It’s so much easier to run away from my feelings and just ignore them, but you deserve better than that. You deserve better than me, but here we are after ten years. And I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m tired of running when you’re here and all I need, because clearly that doesn’t work. So. John Laurens, will y-”

John cut him off with a deep kiss. He cupped Alexander’s cheeks, pulling away for a second before kissing him again.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Alex murmured against John’s lips.

“Then finish now,” John pecked quick, light kisses to Alexander’s lips.

“You have to stop kissing me so I can talk,” Alex whinned. “It’ll take two seconds.”

“But you’re talking now,” John pointed out between kisses.

Alex rested his forehead against John’s. “John Laurens, will you marry me?”

John tangled his fingers in Alex’s hair and kissed him roughly, forgetting about the shape he was in. He pulled away, blushing like crazy.

“You’re really cute, but I need an answer,” Alex tilted John’s chin up gently.

“Yes,” John kissed him again. “Yes. Of course. Yes.”

When John leaned in to kiss Alex again, there was a bright flash of light. They both blinked a few times and saw George standing in the doorway with a camera.

“It’s for Martha,” he shrugged.

“Now that you have your picture, can you- can you go?” Alex moved his hand to John’s thigh and George got the hint.

He nodded and rushed out of the room. “Have fun!” he called.

“Have fun?” John turned back to Alex. “Did he-?”

“Just pretend it didn’t happen,” Alex slid his hand to the inside of John’s thigh.

“Can- can do,” John stammered. He kissed Alex again, yawning into his mouth before he could pull away.

“Really cute, babe,” Alex wrinkled his nose. “Really fucking cute.”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to,” John’s face and ears went bright red. Alex shook his head and wrapped his arms around John’s waist, pulling him gently to his side. John opened his mouth to apologize, but Alex stopped him with a quick kiss.

“Sleep. We both need it,” Alex rested his head on John’s. It wasn’t long before they were both out.

anonymous asked:

Are you furry? I'd like to know

Had to Google to make sure I answered correctly…


an enthusiast for animal characters with human characteristics, in particular a person who dresses up in costume as such a character or uses one as an avatar online.

The first half of that sounds right, I wouldn’t say it was my primary focus, most of the tumblrs I follow are artists and they’re mostly not furries. But I have loved working on the CotN crew, it would be great to turn it into a comic but I don’t know how possible that is. Actually, come to think of it I like a lot of stuff that you could categorise as furry-centric; I love Blacksad, the Norwegian comic artist Jason, and I love animation, most of which you could say was furry-centric.

agentmarymargaretskitz  asked:

Rebelcaptain- Celebration at the end of ROTJ

POSTS:  10 / 10 JYN ERSO
AND A LITTLE COMPLIMENT FROM NOR: EVEN IF I DID A WHOLE THING YOU ARE AMAZING! I love talking to you and your passion for LoT and the LoT Crew. You keep rocking!

Drabble: [Takes Place in LHV]

Jyn looked up at the sky as the Second Death Star blew into pieces. She almost thought she was dreaming but it was real as the stars in the sky. She could see the other members of Rogue One celebrating in their own ways, Bodhi doing a happy dance with Luke and Mara, Chirrut and Baze looked at each other before falling into the grass in a passionate kiss…and then there was Cassian.

She turned her head to Cassian. He was looking up at the sky. She expected to see him smiling. But he wasn’t he was in tears. Jyn walked over to Cassian and wrapped her arms around him from behind, careful not to squish what Jyn was calling their super force powered baby growing inside her.

“I thought you would be happy,” Jyn said resting her head on his shoulder.

“I am happy, esctatic,” Cassian responded. Admist the tears he formed a smile. “I am just overcome with emotion. I fought this war since I was six and I never thought I’d live to see this day. The day we would be free….the day I would stand here, happy with a wife and a child who is going to be born into freedom.”

Jyn didn’t know it was the hormones or the fact it struck her that their child will never see the tyrany of the empire. But she walked in front of Cassian and wrapped her arms around him with tears in her eyes and kissed him as furiously.  Finally after all these years she found it, happiness and above all…peace. 

Want One?

As I was re-watching one piece film z I remembered why Brook is one of the most beautiful Strawhat members:

he’s protecting his captain from the rain, but he’s so tall and the umbrella wouldn’t reach Luffy, so he BENDS DOWN IN ORDER TO COVER HIM.



He’s already dead tho… yohoho

And then they just walk off like that, with Brook holding up the umbrella for the future pirate king like nothing, because he’s such a wonderful skeleton and HE CARES FOR HIS CAPTAIN HEALTH, GOSH NO DROP WOULD DARE TOUCH HIS CAPTAIN’S FAIR SKIN FIGHT HIM !!!!