Assistant!Reader That The Guys Didn’t Know Took Up Weightlifting Classes And Self-defence After A Run

Alejandro is banned from going to Costco without a responsible adult [read as: Rudy] present.

This is after he came back with two bulk packs of pancake mix, a pack of 30 mini crossaints, and three different kinds of tequila.

Rudy sent him to buy a bulk pack of batteries, and that only.

Kate knows that if she and Sarah are walking into Costco, they're walking out with a rotisserie chicken in a bag. Every time without fail.

They're also buying light bulbs and a ridiculous amount of Dr Pepper.

Sarah ignores the cigarettes in their cart for the sake of her own health, and Kate ignores the blanket that she knows she didn't put in there.

Nikolai walks in like a man on a mission. He has his comfiest shoes on, and he is prepared to elbow a grandmother. He's stockpiling herbs and spices.

John is getting more cashews that necessary because he will eat them.

Neither of them are sure when they picked up three pounds worth of green grapes, and yet they leave, grapes in hand, regardless.

riley: [barking]

price: simon, please make riley stop

ghost: [starts barking too]

riley: [barks back]

ghost: he says he won't

price:

price: this base is a fucking nightmare

Does Simon ever ask MOB about her family? If someone is out looking for her?

mail-order bride

"olways wanted to ask," simon murmurs. he talks into your hair, his face pressed close to you as he hugs you closer. it's late; the black cat is curled up on the windowsill, and the orange one is under the covers, tucked into the space between you and simon's feet. your eyes flutter open a little more at the sound of his voice, laced with sleep.

"ask what?"

"about before."

you close your eyes, pressed your face into his chest, and he smooths a big palm down your back.

"is there someone waiting for ya?"

"no," you say softly.

"were ya running from somethin'?"

you shake your head slowly. "no, simon."

"no one is lookin' fer ya? no one at oll?"

you curl your fingers around his shirt, your lip trembling just a little. you're glad for the darkness of the room. he can't see the struggled look on your face as you try and compose yourself.

"why are you surprised?" you sniffle. it's the first time in a long time that you suddenly feel vulnerable. in the many months it has been since you've been married to him, you have not felt anything but love. even before you understood the connection you had, simon has always been kind and unnervingly considerate and endlessly thoughtful. every insecurity you ever had has slowly faded into the background. you have never felt more beautiful, more secure, more supported, more deserving, ever in your entire life; but this began with simon. everything that came before him, you want to forget, you want to make a distant place that you don't recognize anymore. because as soon as you think about it, all of it comes back. the drop in your chest tells you enough. "no one's ever wanted me, simon."

if i disappear, i'm not sure who would even think to look for me.

his hand in your hair tightens. big fingers scratching along your scalp, drawing you close, and when you open your eyes, you see his own looking back at you.

the feeling in your chest is gone. simon is here. simon would come for you. wherever you are, whatever happens to you, simon would notice, simon would listen, simon will come if you cry.

he would notice if you went missing for even a few minutes. even if he was gone, he would know.

"well...i want you, baby," simon whispers, and you crawl over him, laying on top of him, trying to wrap yourself around him and smother him because fuck, i love you so much.

simon never brings it up again. he doesn't need to. the only family of yours he needs to be concerned with is himself.

and the nitwit biting his toes under the fucking blankets.

What casual fans think SPN is about: fighting monsters

What real fans think SPN is about: free will and making your life yours

and a lil something spicy that was meant for the zine~

Gaz does not care for slow burn romances…

'Can you translate that from bullshit to english?'

-Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Simply HAD to make a moodboard for this utter ray of sunshine. He's SUCH a sweet pie 😭

UNITED IN GRIEF

"I HOPE YOU FIND SOME PEACE OF MIND IN THIS LIFETIME" I've always liked the idea that Price gets nightmares from the previous timeline, being the only one left by the end.

Alejandro has a single polaroid in his wallet.

It's a bike, shining a beautiful cherry red under the sun. Clearly freshly washed, not a speck of dirt on it. Behind it stands Rudy, his jeans slung low on his hips with the waistband of his boxers peeking out. He's shirtless, chest damp with sweat under the sun's rays and across his chest are bite marks of various depths, red and raw. Little cherries bracket his dusky nipples, piercing jewellery as red as the bike before him.

Alejandro considers it the greatest photo he's ever taken.

Dick waking up at 3 a.m. to a phone ringing loudly. The only night off he takes from Nightwing. He couldn't be grumpier.

Dick: What do you want? Money? A check? My soul?

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds.

Tim: Hiiii to my favorite older brother

Dick: Dfq did you do?

Tim: Ey it's not only me!

Jason: Hi dickie!

Dick remained silent, as he assimilated everything and fought against sleep.

Dick: where do I have to go to look for you?

1 hour later Dick is at the Gotham police station, taking his brothers out while scolding them like never before (mostly for wake him up).