Got A Multichapter Zach Hadel X Reader Fic In The Drafts.. C.c

I feel so lonely

(in a sickly victorian but girly pop way)

Alright everyone

I'm back on my 21 Jumpstreet Bullshit

Maybe I'll write some fanfictions - or maybe not.

Maybe I'll just keep posting GIF's and swooning over Tom Hanson

Shabbat Shalom!!

Happy Hanukkah

Tom Hanson learning how to mosh and crowdsurf and actually taking a liking to it is my roman empire.

I will think about this forever

(sorry for posting so much about this forgotten show I had a tough couple of days and escapism is peak)

Same brother, I had exactly one hour of sleep :,)

Red Lipstick

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

Pairing: Ryan Magee x Reader

Summary: Ryan realizes that he doesn't hate Makeup that much

Warning: None

A/N: The first time writing Fanfiction in a looong time so I hope it is not as bad

He felt uncomfortable seeing her with a full red lip for the first time.

Usually he loved to feel her kisses on his body but now there was a certain unease filling the air.

She looked stunning of course, it would be foolish of him not to admit to that, yet he couldn't help the fear of her kissing him like this.

"How do I look?"

He scoffed internally, what kind of question even was that? How could a literal goddess be concerned about her looks?

Ryan merely gave an awkward but reassuring smile and muttered something about her "not looking too bad". Affection wasn't his strong suit so to speak.

The playful smile plastered onto her cherry red lips eased his mind. He was always scared she wouldn't catch up on his weird way of complimenting, scared she might think that he didn't love her when that couldn't be more far from the truth.

And the she walked toward him.

Putting her arms around his neck, her lips were only mere inches away from his face and when she leaned in, he flinched away. Immediately regretting it when he saw a little glimmer of hurt in her eyes.

He had never told her about it.

"Sorry I-" he started, not really knowing how to continue yet she waited patiently. She could have just gone off on him, what a terrible boyfriend denied his girlfriend a simple kiss? But she stood there, visibly hurt but waiting, giving him the time he needed to think.

Her perfume was intoxicating, further clogging his mind, he wanted, no, needed to kiss her so bad, have her hands up in his hair, if he just wasn't so uncomfortable with the sensation of how that lipstick would feel on his skin.

"I just-" he closed his eyes, trying to stop the thoughts continously coming into his mind.

"I don't really like how makeup feels on my skin.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to flinch"

And then she simply smiled and hugged him closer to her.

Ryan couldn't understand himself and why right then and there his eyes watered. It really wasn't a big deal, he didn't have a trauma or deadly phobia but maybe it was just the gentleness that got to him.

"May I kiss you once though? I'll wipe it off immediately" she gestured to a napkin she pulled out of her purse.

Still feeling uneasy, he slowly nodded, closing his eyes as she got closer to him.

The kiss she planted on his jaw felt weird, it was gentle, warm and yet the lipstick felt weird on his skin, he felt how it sticked to him.

Resisting the urge to wipe it off with his hand, he simply looked at her expactantly. She raised her hand and just as she was about to wipe the stain off of his jaw she sighed for a second, earing a confused look from Ryan.

"It's a shame, you look beautiful like this"

"You can do another one"

He didn't know what came over him but he thought that for her he would stick through the uncomfortable sensation. He would do anything for her.

Suddenly he felt her lips on his neck, her kiss sending shivers down his spine, letting him feel things that weren't ideal when you were invited to a dinner party in just a few minutes.

Her dreamy sigh at the sight of him colored him curious. Ignoring his inital fear he walked over to the mirror, holding her hand.

And then something inside him changed.

Her lipstick, a little smeared but still clearly on his jaw and neck, indicating exactly what she did with him and where.

Thoughts of her lipstick all over his white shirt that he had specifically picked out for today clouded his mind, he wanted her to mark him up and he couldn't even understand why he suddenly felt this way.

"You like it?" She smirked

Ryan turned to her, more shy than he had ever been before.

"More?"

Now it was her turn to be surprised but in a matter of seconds, her lips were on his skin once again and he looked at the two of them in the mirror. She held his head in with both of her hands, one tracing his jawline with a featherlight touch and her hot breath on his skin made him feel lightheaded and as if his knees would give in at any moment now.

His button up was colored red at the collar already and then she kissed him on the lips, long and wanting for more.

They probably wouldn't make it on time anymore.

As they released from each other, gasping for air , he stole another look at himself in the mirror.

Maybe he could excuse lipstick from now on.

Alright, I just wanna say how much I love the McQuaid episode of 21 Jumpstreet:

Like, it's insane to me that they tackle SA by family members in a show that came out in the late 80s and do it in a manner that I believe is respectable.

And another thing I love how Tom cares for Diane even though he doesn't know her that well. The only thing he knows is that she struggles at home and he immediately goes into "care taker" mode and I just think that's great.

Also, the scene at the hospital where she spills her heart out to him, tells him to stay and he does and even when she breaks down he just comforts her.

AND even after Diane is released he goes ahead and makes sure she's okay even tho he isn't allowed to.

Sorry for this rambling I just love this episode so much and it's so well written imo.

Your Voice Remains

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

Masterlist

Summary: Young!Geralt is reminded of his mother Warnings: Angst; vulnerable Geralt A/N: This was the result of a heavy writers block so please have mercy on my poor soul

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

There was it again, this feeling which bubbled up in him. It was like it started right from his quietly beating heart and spread throughout his entire body. 

First his legs would stop obeying his command and he would pause in the middle of whatever he was doing. Next were his arms and hands which immediately dropped to his sides while everyone who looked upon him would immediately believe him to have heard something important, his superior senses making out the quietest of whimpers or footsteps. An alert witcher on his job, looking out for any monsters he might have to slay in order to gain some coin.

This feeling though, which felt more like a paralysis, would cause all of his senses to freeze. And as his eyes refused to avert from the scene before him, his throat began to tighten and his eyes started to burn. 

The first time this had happened he had been worried. Had he been poised? But how could this be possible? 

“Geralt?” their voices he had barely recognized, the sound of his own breathing filling his ears and consuming everything around him. His vision blurry like a memory he had already forgotten. 

A memory.

A memory he had already forgotten but was reminded of every time he saw her. He saw her in every woman that tended to her children. 

calm lullabies which called him to this unknown but still longed for comfort, like a hug he had never gotten but oh so desperately needed. 

As he watched the young boy and his mother in the garden of the small village he had been sent to, he found himself unable to move. 

Why was he forced to stand here? An outsider, a mutant and a freak. Stripped from every warm embrace he might have had if he had had the opportunity to lead a normal life. 

Did she abandon him? Was it like Vesemir had told him so many moons ago? He had believed him for a while without ever questioning it again. 

His mother had abandoned him, couldn’t care for him without having to sacrifice herself so she left him behind. 

Geralt never thought of her, why would he? She probably starved in that harsh winter in which he had been found. 

Yet one single dream had him in a chokehold. 

A young boy, staring back at his own reflection in the water, brown strands of hair falling into his eyes. 

"Geralt? Come now, we want to be back before dusk!”

“Coming!” 

The ground shifted beneath him and suddenly he was looking up at a woman. A woman he had never seen before and yet when she smiled he had been filled with a warmth that he was too shy to describe to any of his brothers let alone Vesemir. 

He awoke drenched in sweat. The sweet image that was still fresh in his mind horrified him more than any monsters he had ever fought, human or creature. 

And just as he did back when he sat up in his bed, he whispered to himself

"Mother.."

My teacher just gave us the homework that we should just send her some video christmas related.

Guess who's gonna send her "The Guys getting a christmas tree"