#cody fern hc

[obscure-imagines]

-he has a lot of stress so sometimes this tall anti christ just needs a good cuddle

-and this boi gets what he wants

-sometimes he’ll just fall onto the bed and open his arms

-sometimes he’ll grab your hand and pull you onto the bed with him

-sometimes he’ll wrap his arms around you and you’ll fall into the bed together

-he’s usually the big spoon

-his arms just wrap around you

-his breath fans against your neck

-sometimes you ask him about his day, sometimes you dont

-he just likes having you in his arms

-that big sigh of relief when you’re both just completely comfortable

-he likes to just move his hands over your waist and clutch you close

-when you’re the big spoon its usually for some crazy reason because this shit does not happen often

-when you’re big spoon you know there’s no talking unless he starts talking first

-Michael is sometimes weird about cuddling when awake but when this boi sleeps he becomes a cuddle king

-like he is so grabby when he sleeps

-you’re stuck to his chest and there’s no getting out

-wake up cuddles are a thing because sleeping cuddles

-waking up in his arms always

-sometimes you just want to cuddle the day away

-he’s definitely a smiler when he cuddles 

-he’s at his most relaxed with cuddles

-someone, please cuddle this man, he needs it real bad

******* gif credit @daebom

req by @antiscocialfanwarrior

[lcnelyghost]

Hi! I love your writing, can you please do how your first fight with the boys from AHS please? Like the reason why you fight and whatever else you think would be good? Thanks xx

troubled lovers//the ahs boys

pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, james patrick march, tristan duffy, dandy mott, rudolph valentino, and michael langdon.

rating; potentially pg13

warnings; mentions of murder, alcohol abuse, drug use, and slight harsh language

tate langdon;

• It was you suddenly remembering what he did. And those horrible memories made you terribly uncomfortable whenever the thought of them happening again crept in. You forced yourself to interrogate him and ask why he did what he did

• Hates screaming, hates shouting, hates the whole lot

• He’ll get so frustrated to the point he’s tempted to rip his own hair own

• Passes out in you’re arms from the exhaustion of crying

• He makes himself psychically ill seeing as he cries way too hard and simply won’t stop

kit walker;

• I hope you’re expecting him apologising to you every other second of the day, because that’s just what the poor love does

• His Mom and Dad never got along when he was a kid, so he always feared raising his voice to anyone growing up

• You began to rant about something that was completely out of Kit’s control. His work hours. You felt like you never got to see him anymore and it finally pushed you over the edge

• He can’t help but defend himself in this situation. It’s something he can only try to fix but there’s no promising that he can convince his boss to stop the night shifts completely

• Even if it’s a screaming match, Kit REFUSES to say anything rude about you’re image, how you are, and you in general

kyle spencer;

• Kyle is terrified of fighting with anyone. He hates the atmosphere after all those horrible harsh words are said

• You grew tired of Kyle refusing to do anything he isn’t fond of doing. Not anything major, but more like things that a person simply just needs to get through in life. If it was something extreme he didn’t like, obviously you know there’s boundaries

• He can’t go to sleep until he knows you’re not mad at him anymore

• You feel like slapping yourself the minute you see tears trickling down his cheeks

• Lots of hugs and kisses after everything’s okay again

jimmy darling;

• You can’t put up with his non stop drinking. You practically stay up all night worried sick when he hasn’t arrived back home safe

• You’re so pissed if he’s that drunk he can’t leave his trailer because he’s unable to step away from the toilet without vomiting five minutes afterwards

• Even if it’s one little snide comment, if Jimmy feels anything is directed at him, he’s the one to turn it into a full blown argument

• He’d never put his hands on you. Hell no. But Jimmy tends to say a lot of things he ends up regretting

• You kick him out the trailer for about a day or two and that’s enough to make him grovel on his knees for you

james patrick march;

• He finally snapped after you admitted that you would still like to be alive as of now, and didn’t like the fact that James wanted you to take you’re life so you could be with him in the Cortez. You just weren’t ready yet

• If you flinch in any sort of way during the argument, the temptation of bursting into tears hits James hard

• He could never allow himself to put his hands on you in the wrong sort of way. Let alone leave any marks. He may have been a man who had good skills when it came to narcissism and manipulation, but he simply would never bring himself to hit a woman

• You storm off to bed, leaving James just sat there, slowly sipping on whatever beverage he currently had. And when he finally thought about what had just happened, he’d begin to sob with his head in his hands

• He’d come running back to you, apologising a million times. He knows you’ll always be loyal to him. So all you do is tell James that when the right time comes around, you’ll take you’re last breath in the Cortez, and spend the rest of eternity with you’re beloved

tristan duffy;

• He got real pissed at you when he finally noticed how close you were being with the rest of the male ghosts at the hotel. You yourself knew that it would annoy him, but you didn’t care. You felt so greedy when it came to the other men that roamed the halls of the Cortez. And unfortunately, Tristan was the one to suffer from it

• Whatever you do, don’t make ANY insensitive comments about him and his past drug use. It deeply hurts him inside and makes him feel like a total waste of space

• He sees the influence these other guys have on you, to the point it begins to terrify him

• Tristan loves you and everything you do. He truly admires you, and the thought of losing you to some sad fucker like Donovan makes him go crazy

• You realise that in the end, you were just being a total bitch. And you hated the fact that it took Tristan to eventually hit breaking point for you to see that

dandy mott;

• Y’all, it’s Dandy. THE MFN KING OF ARGUMENTS FOR GOD SAKE

• He isn’t satisfied when you tell him that you’re going out with you’re friends for the night. In fact, he knows how bored he’ll be, and he simply won’t allow it

• Literally begs you not to leave and swears he’ll take you out somewhere fancy, just don’t leave him by himself at all..

• He kicks up a stink and rants, and rants, AND RANTS..

• You grow tired of this so instead of leaving to stop him hurting you’re ears, you just take him out for ice cream lol

rudolph valentino;

• You guys NEVER fight. Like never fr. Never have, never will!

michael langdon;

• You try not to start a fight with Michael seeing as his past was a bit fucked up, but you’re the kind of girl who takes no one’s shit 💀

• You were really close with some of the witches, and after finding out Michael killed half of them? UH UH..

• You don’t wanna be like Constance here but you feel he NEEDS to know the kind of shit he’s done. Like you won’t stand for it at all. You couldn’t care less if you’re boyfriend was the Antichrist..

• You’re even more upset at him that this has rocked the boat with the rest of the witches and you’re the one they all keep throwing these comments at. Michael knew better than to put this on you..

• He tries to keep you out of the situation and knows he can’t hurt you. Even if one bit of anger is tempting enough for him to put you in any sort of danger, he can’t. Not you. You could be angry at him for all eternity and he’d still be madly in love with you. His people were annoyed by the fact that even the Antichrist could fall in love, he wasn’t supposed to, but this was the one thing Michael couldn’t control

[little-lily-w]

Breaking Purity ch. 72/72

The end

Summary. Michael decides to come back to the Chapel after the four days he has spent entirely with Reader. During his absence, two people come at the door.

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

Words: 2.2 k

A/N: ending of Breaking Purity I. Stay tune for Breaking Purity II.

Word count for the whole novel was: 108k

You can read last chapter here: Ch. 72: Connor

[itsgrishaverse]

HC: You finding out that Langdon has a soft spot for you when catching a glimpse of his phone screen / unlocking it and a picture of you is his wallpaper. He snaps it back off of your hand, panicked but it’s too late. You’ve already seen it. Michael Langdon is that type of guy after all.

[zodiyack]

Michael Langdon + Brahms Heelshire with a S/O with tourettes would include....

Requested by anon: Hii, could I request how Michael langdon and Brahms heelshire would handle a s/o with tourettes please?

Pairing: Michael Langdon x reader, Brahms Heelshire x reader

Warnings: Swearing, me not knowing much about tourettes, fluff?, me not proofreading

Note: Like I said in the warnings, I don’t know a whole lot about tourettes, and also I apologize for not posting for a bit, I got a little busy and had some struggle with writer’s block but I’m back!

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace​

Masterlist | Slasher Masterlist | Cody Fern Masterlist

Michael Langdon

It depends on how comfortable the two of you are with each other, aka, how much he likes you, ...you get it-

Now, introducing, the protective bebe.

it’s cannon, okay?

Michael despises when others are mean to people he loves, and you are no exception when it comes to this man’s heart

this is cannon too, but still

Someone making fun of you?

They can face the wrath of Michael fucking Langdon thank you very much

Young/Grunge Michael would definitely make sure you’re okay if any tics cause him to think otherwise

he doesn’t know much about tourettes

so basically, he’s just really confused

Outpost Michael would see if you’re okay but for a different reason

He knows, he’s known, y’all are just in a new environment with far judgier people

not that they’ll live to tell the tale if they so much as make a peep about it, especially if they’ve been warned beforehand

F&R Michael would take you to meetings, right? But if you said you were too uncomfortable with doing so, there’s two options

One, he takes you anyways and comforts you, telling you it’ll be alright

Two, you do indeed stay

But if he does take you, he keeps up with his promise.

One of your tics show and someone looks at you funny/whispers about you?

Just as I’ve said before, they aren’t going to have the best time

Michael probably calls them out in front of everyone eijroge

our two favorite crackheads are no exception to that either

When you two are alone, ya know- when Michael is the softest, he likes to show you how much he loves you, how your tourettes doesn’t bother him

You can take that any way you’d like-

If you’re nervous because of your tics, he’ll hold your hand and smile at you reassuringly before putting up his stone faced barrier

If you ever start crying because of your tourettes, he’ll be on that right away

hugs, whispers, hand holding, whatever you need that he can do

he won’t care if he does it publicly?? (idek)

to word it correctly- the judgy people can kindly fuck off if they’d like their heart to continue beating in their chest

He’s patient about it

if a tic happens while he’s talking or something, he’ll wait and then continue

or if you don’t like it when he waits, he’ll just continue what he was doing

makes sure he knows/asks what makes you comfortable and what doesn’t

decides to study tourettes after you two begin dating

tries to use his newly-gained knowledge to his advantage

will ask you if he’s not sure

but he tries his best not to ask because he doesn’t wanna bother you about it

You’re his queen/king; if you get made fun of, like I said at the beginning, he takes it as a personal-offence

Kind of like... you get hurt, he gets hurt, that kinda stuff

cute tics (I know some people have cute tics, but yeah idk)? he adores them

loads of cussing from tics? grunge Michael finds it hilarious, other Michael stages may find it amusing just don’t show it

facial tics? Michael will be confused until he learns more about it or until he’s spent more time with you

other tics? pretty much the same reactions

he either adores them, finds them amusing, or is confused until he has more context

no matter the tic, one of his main rules is that no one, and I mean no one, can make fun of your tourettes

or you in general cause more canon shit

Brahms Heelshire

Because he doesn’t like you leaving, he gets to experience it all for himself

Finds it interesting with the, as previously said in other headcannons, child-like energy

If he does mimic your tics, it’s cause he finds them amusing, however, if you tell him to stop, AND IF HE LIKES YOU ENOUGH, he’ll quit

He wants to see/hear all of your tics

like, all

You repeat words? He may or may not take advantage of that

unlike some slashers who definitely would get you to repeat words

naughty Billy is def one

ok i’m done lol

...but it’s true

if you do somehow have people over and they make fun of you, he, just like Michael, will make sure they never do it again.

Of course, Michael might be a bit merciful than Brahms, but whatever

before you discover him, he might make a habit of watching you, if you have any physical tics, from the walls

okay so maybe “might” is a bit of an understatement, like he’s gonna watch you either way, but the point is that he finds amusement in watching any tics 

watches you with fascination

“child-like” fascination if we’re being specific

just like Michael, will take any insults, directed towards you, personally

that delivery boy who laughed and made you nervously ask him to leave while nodding with an uncomfortable fake laugh?

hope you don’t mind getting a new guy for your groceries, the last one is a bit... held up

basically, he loves it, no- no- adores your tourettes, but you’re have to make it VERY clear what’s okay and what’s not okay

hint hint: you’re gonna have to repeat yourself about 100 hundred times if you don’t nail that parent-like-authority voice

I don’t know much about tourettes, but yeah- I tried... hope you liked it!

[purplew]

I'm so mad,, that y'all make modern au lwj the boringest bitch alive,,,, like straight man boring, like ugley suits and boring shit,, give my man's some spice pls like can y'all,,,,, just,,, think thonk,

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

cuddles w jim mason - hc

hc count - 48 (if i counted right)

oh boy

jimmy LOVES cuddles

he needs! that reassurance!

but is also so good at giving it! 🥺

he’ll cuddle w you anywhere

in bed

on the sofa

sitting in the backseat of his jeep

even standing up

soft lil baby 🥰

his favorite position is any one where he can see your face

bet u thought i was gonna say spooning didnt u

he does love spooning (jim being the little spoon, ofc), but when he’s in a bad headspace, he really needs to see your face

whether you’re asleep or awake he needs that

sometimes you’ll be laying down and he’ll just crawl into your arms wordlessly

because those moments really transcend words honestly

you know he just wants to be held and who are you to deny him that???

he l o v e s it when you rake your nails up and down his back gently

(side note: when i was a little kid, i had sleeping problems, so my mom would stay with me, running her nails along my back until i fell asleep, so that’s where i got that from)

ok, i hc that he gets into a really shy, submissive headspace when he’s upset, so sometimes he won’t be able to ask for what he wants

like

he mopes into the room and curls up next to you, expecting you to do something

“something wrong, jimmy?”

“y/n...” he groans in frustration

“is this what you want, baby?” you say, twirling his chocolate strands through your fingers

“mmmhmm” he whimpered, curling into your touch

calling him pet names! is a must!

jimmy thrives off of that soft shit

“come here, baby”

“my little angel.”

“love you, sweetie.”

UGH HE CANT GET ENOUGH

remember how i said he’s really good at reassuring you?

well he learns from the best

babey tries the best to copy what you do to make him feel better

you’ll come home upset about something, carrying all the tension in your shoulders

“y/n? what’s wrong?”

he’s happy to just talk it out, but you both know you’d rather cuddle

jim’s chest = a safe haven

i just wanna bury my face in it oopsie

he’s happy to let you cry out your frustrations if it means hell get to hold you you’ll feel better

he'll play with your hair too

one of his favorite things to do when you're like this is put lil braids in your hair

especially if you've cried yourself to sleep so you're laying still

sometimes you'll wake up to plumerias nestled into braids in your locks 🥺🥺

soft!boy jimmy

he loves being the cuddler and the cuddlee

in conclusion: i need a jim mason

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tags maybe: @sojournmichael @moonanonwriting @emmyrosee @babyboy-cody @leatherduncan

[hecohansen31]

Angel

Jim Mason+Influencer! Reader:

(A/N): Hello lovelies!

I am very happy to have you back in this last episode of this miniseries, which I really hope you’ll like, alongside, again, if you have more ideas and want to send asks about this verses... I AM READY FOR IT, BRING IT ON BITCHES!

Also... I have said that this fic might be a bit self-indulgent and it is because, although I am not an influencer of any kind, I am very active on my social medias (mostly instagram, if you want to follow me or anything, and we are mutuals, just DM me) and this July I ended up hitting a very bad kind of exhaustion from that platform.

I honestly ended up feeling extremely shitty, alongside discovering many fake people who were around me, and for this reason I am happy that I managed to get here on tumblr (although there are some fake people on here, but like I don’t have to interact with them).

So, although the cyberbullying part of the story is only fictional, the exhaustion that took over reader, ended up being a reality for me, a bit ago, and although I am all better (better than before), I just wanted to remind you to take healthy pauses from social medias.

Also please don’t shame people who work on them, alongside use them as an outlet for anxiet and stress (like me).

I really hope you won’t judge me too badly, after this...

Also I’ll just remind you to show some love, if you like this, with hearts, reblogs (possibly saying something) and if you have anything to say about these, my DMs and asks are always open!

Much love!

SUMMARY: Jim Mason takes care of his social media exhausted girlfriend.

WORDS: 1,7 K

WARNINGS: Mention of Cyberbulling And Exhaustion from Social Medias (I WASN’T CYBERBULLIED, although I had my fair share of assholish comment, NOT HERE, but the cyberbullying was only fictional, whereas exhaustion is something I experienced back in July)

Jim knew of his girlfriend’s social media fame.

Although he wasn’t informed about the entire thing and how it worked, being more focused on staying in the moment and living it, he was proud of what she achieved with her photos and captions, even going as far as helping her shot a few.

He still remembered the way she smiled gently meanwhile he tried to take photos of her, meanwhile she pointed out each cheap tip she knew, starting with “shoot from a lower angle than my height, so that I might appear taller” and “make sure to take the right light”.

She might have seemed shallow to others, but whenever Jim cried his heart out in her arm, she only had the sweetest words for him, calming him down enough that they fell asleep calmly, next to each other in her simple pull-out.

She cuddled closer to him, whenever she understood he needed it and made sure to always be there, next to him, her entire attention focused on him.

He had never checked her profile, mostly because she had pleaded with him not to give it a look.

“It’s silly” she had mumbled, meanwhile she had tried to get his phone off his hands “… and embarrassing!”.

And Jim had respected her wishes, offering just his help with photos or ideas, but whenever they were together, the entire social media thought was off the rack between them, preferring a direct conversation, although sometimes she got in overload and at that time social medias were her outlet.

But sometimes they were also her damnation.

Jim had noticed the difference in his girlfriend’s mood, since the start of the week: quieter and definitely less happy, a mumble being her way to speak, if she spoke up, clearly not energetic in the slightest and definitely not focused.

His knowledge of drugs and their effects had made him think that she might have been under those, but slowly the unfocused glaze had moved from rage to sadness: one day she was moping on the beach and another she almost got into a rage-filled fight with whatever was not working.

Jimmy had tried his best to understand her, but she didn’t want to talk about it with him so he tried to stay close to her, but the bad week moved to two bad weeks and there Jim had thought about searching through her social, mostly due to the fact that she focused on them more, even neglecting herself and him a bit.

“I just need to write the last paragraph” she had mumbled, meanwhile she had refused to stop writing to sleep a bit or “I will eat after I edited this photo, I mean… I don’t need food”.

It all got Jim worried, more and more.

And then he had decided that he had only one chance to discover what was going on.

He had opened Instagram, her major social network, and then had moved to her profile, the public one (she had a private one, full of photos that made Jim’s heart jump: candid of them together, not professionally taken but… Jim loved them all the same) and had gone through it.

He had first seen that she hadn’t any stories going on, which was unusual since she did her best to try to at least show a bit of her everyday life each day.

“So, my followers don’t feel left out” she had mumbled and although Jim had thought it was a strange voyeuristic idea, he had just hugged her and called her “angel”.

“Angel” was also part of her username on Instagram, due mostly to her followers, which had started calling her “angel”, because of the intrinsic sweetness of her posts and the personality she showed on the social network.

The stories thing had been already strange, but also her follower count had diminished, nothing too bad, but he had heard his angel protest about that.

“I just can’t believe that these people unfollow me just because I don’t follow them back and you know what is worst… I have talked to them… I felt like… we were friends”.

But he had soon discovered the true reason behind his girlfriend’s sadness: the comments honestly made him angry.

The most recent ones were ruthless: “you are fat”, “kill yourself” “you are annoying”…

And they went on, although some were sweeter, clearly (Y/N)’s true fans.

He had honestly hoped it was a troll, nothing but a joke.

But those comments had been serious, since he hadn’t been able to recognize the familiar path of a troll, instead they were real people, under fake accounts or their real accounts sharing that hate.

He honestly hadn’t been able to stop himself from feeling furious now that he understood what was going on, and meanwhile he had signaled each negative comment, he had seen the stories light up, the first one of the day.

A photo with a writing on it: “guys I just wanted to let you know that I will be taking a pause, due to all the hate I have been getting, I don’t know when I will get back”.

Although the text has been intelligently written and concealed her emotion, he had clearly known she was crying meanwhile writing it.

He knew how much work she put into the social media, although it never was her job, she had started, long before meeting him, using it as a relief method from her own problem, so to be let down this way….

… it obviously hurt her.

After he had signaled enough accounts he had just tried to let the rage burn down, meanwhile he had created a plan to make his angel feel better: his first idea had been to go out, knowing that an expensive dinner and a few dances might get her distracted, but this would just push just the argument further.

So, he had just organized a home-made dinner (which meant him ordering take-out), bribing her to attend it with the promise of a lot of cuddles and a make-out session and most importantly to watch for the umpteenth times her favorite movie.

She clearly felt a bit better, when she finally walked in his house, being swept off her feet by an ecstatic Jim, who gently kissed her forehead, before he had put her down, leading her to the little kitchen of his apartment, the one his father had gotten him once he had gone out of rehab.

It was nice, although pretty small, but Jim loved it all more, and since he had met his angel it had all been better.

They had made so many memories, alongside she had helped perfecting it all.

“Ma’am, please sit down” he helped her to the dinner table, taking her jean jacket and her bag, coming back with an open bottle of wine, which he poured in their inadequate glasses, and with the first course, (Y/N)’s favorite course.

“Oh, you went all out” her smile didn’t reach her eyes, but she was indeed grateful, holding out her hand to grab his, which was kept tangled with his for the entire dinner

She talked about her day, chirping happily meanwhile she avoided carefully the social media argument and Jim didn’t pressure her, just watching her eat, in peaceful silence and only when they moved to wash the dishes he grumbled lowly:

-… sweetie, I checked your page on Instagram- he felt her grow stiff next to him -… I know that it embarrasses you, but I thought that you had been so gloomy these past weeks and I thought that your social media might have been bothering you, extremely… so I had to do something…-.

-Oh Jimmy! – she was avoiding his eyes, clearly ashamed -… I am so sorry you had to see all that… it…-.

-You are getting hate thrown your way for nothing, (Y/N)- he wanted to make sure she knew it wasn’t her fault In the slightest -…I can’t honestly fathom people doing this to you, whereas you have been nothing but an angel with them-.

-I am not sure… I mean…- a sad smile was on her face -… I am pretty sure that many people will call me a bitch with no problem…-.

-… well I am gonna fight them all, babe- he brought her closer and smacked a sound kiss on her head -… you don’t deserve this hate, believe me, I spent two hours trying to ban each asshole-.

-That is incredibly sweet, Jimmy Boy- she giggled, but a few tears shone on his eyes -… but I don’t think that it will stop the hate from spreading; that’s why I decided to take a holiday-.

Jim saw that an honest smile shone on her face and moved the rag onto its hook to hug her better, bearhugging her and gently caressing her back, gently, and shushing her cries.

-Angel of mine, I am so so sorry I was not able to know more about this- he mumbled, feeling a low protest -… I honestly thought it wasn’t that bad-.

-I didn’t even talk about it with you- she justified softly, getting a bit of distance between them to be able to watch him in the eyes -… I wanted to handle on my own, because, at first, I thought it wasn’t anything worrying, and then… I just felt like social media were a thing I needed to solve alone, my thing-.

He knew this came from all the prejudices linked with her passion for social medias: he had heard about some of her friends annoying her saying not only she was asocial, but also self-absorbed.

She hadn’t been very open about her life on them with him, also because of this, thinking that he would be making fun of her, exactly like her “friends”.

-I know that you take pride into your profile, but… you can lean onto me, I am here for you- he promised her looking at her in the eyes with extreme seriousness, before hugging her close, keeping his lips on her forehead, a comforting gesture -… I am still extremely proud of you for recognizing that you were having troubles and deciding to distance yourself from that… you are one smart angel-.

She giggled at the nickname, before freeing herself from his hug, although she still felt extremely bad, a smile shone on her face.

-Now you better get in your comfortable pajama, because this smart angel wants to watch for the umpteenth time (Y/F/F), with a lot of cuddles- and she turned around, getting a slight slap on her ass from Jim.

-… don’t forget the make-out session! -.

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Hello lovelies!

Thank you for coming this far, in my self-indulgent mumbling and thank you for sticking me all through this series, I really hope you enjoyed it, and in case some of you want to read the previous chapters, you might find them here! (Duncan) (Michael)

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[taehyungsgrowl]

MICHAEL LANGDON DESERVED FRIENDS

[obscure-imagines]

-meeting him before the apocalypse

-back when he was a soft boi

-lets just say you’re a witch and you kind of act like an in between for the warlocks and witches

-so when the warlocks find Michael they call you to come meet him

-meeting him for the first time and he’s just so attractive

-you show him around and you end up talking for hours

-somehow ending up outside looking at the stars

-your first kiss starts of sweet but ends kinda rough and thats when you realize this boi has a dark side

-he’d take while to trust you and once he does he tells you his entire plan to take over as supreme

-you’d totally have to be a secret couple

-the witches would not be happy about you dating ‘the enemy’ seeing as Michael is trying to overthrow Cordelia

-both of you sneaking out to see each other

-stolen kisses in dark hallways

-once he learns how to do transmutation he just zaps into your room

-i just think like meaningful conversation would mean a lot to Michael

-so lots of cuddling and talking

-but now lets get into the rough stuff, i know why you’re all here and i got you fam

-he likes pinning you down with his body

-he’s an absolute tease, he loves making you beg

-choking is totally a thing

-yeah he a dom anti-christ thats for sure

-marks are definitely a thing

-but its still secret which makes it more exciting

-tangling your fingers in his curls because yes

-please make this boi a flower crown

-then the apocalypse happens

-Michael would have totally seen it coming

-but so did Cordelia and she wipes your memory just like Coco and Mallory.

-there’s so much going on that Michael has to really stop himself from going and getting you right away because he knows the witches would try to use you against him

-when he finally shows up at the compound he restores your memory

-and its just like immediate power couple

-he’s the most adoring boyfriend every

-like i feel like he’d want to be with you 24/7

-especially with how dangerous the world is

-since you’re his ‘weakness’ he protects the shit out of you

-you can protect yourself but he likes showing how powerful he is

-he sees you often for ‘interviews’ but everyone knows whats really going on

-ooooh i feel like he’s a biter

-like got make outs and his hand is on your neck and he just bites slightly on your lip then pulls back

-that grin

-he is honestly just beautiful

-so like... you either like the hair or you dont... you know what i mean?

-he’s formal in front of others but he likes to call you Baby or Kitten

-calling him Babe or sir or daddy

-wearing his cape

-like... just his cape

-i dunno he has really good fashion and it would be fun trying on some of his stuff

-he likes to rest with his head on your lap as you brush through his hair with your fingers

-he either lets you curl up against him to cuddle or he’s the big spoon but on very rare occasions he’ll be the little spoon

-he likes intertwining his fingers with yours

-he’s that person that just looks at you so intently, like he really looks at you

-he gets very concerned for you when you’re upset and he’ll do anything to make you feel better

-probably showering together after he does rituals and you make sure he’s okay and all the blood gets washed off

-honestly just so much time in bed. i’ve mentioned it already but like seriously

-others have to treat you with respect

-or else

-he gives you one of his rings and it would be really big on you

-he just likes to drag his fingers across your skin

-he just loves touching you

-pressing you against the wall

-like i said, pinning you down or like against things, keeping your hands restricted while he teases

-how have i not yet mentioned dirty talk?! like this boy has the dirtiest mouth 

-”you like that kitten? hmm? i dont think i heard you. better speak louder Kitten or i might not let you have your reward.”

-taking his rings off for sex cuz lets be serious, his finger game is strong

-fingers... in your mouth... because... like.... yes

-imagine him just growling, like deep rumbling in his chest, damn boi

-hand kink to the max yo

-he likes brushing your hair out of your face

-he’s the guy that just cups your face and lets you nuzzle into your hand because soft boi still present

-he is a toll boi so yes please

-also just how perfect is the view in that gif. i mean... like. i dont even have to say it, we’re all thinking the same thing *wink wonk* (its a blow job we all know it)

-maybe just like slow dancing together alone in your room because thats cute

-he would definitely tease you for your purple outfits because they’re mainly kind of old fashioned with lots of lace and bows

-he takes his sweet ass time undoing your corset

-well shit. this keeps going back to sexual shit because this boi is just such a snack. i am so sorry. 

******* gif credit @mhysaofdragons thank you to this gif maker for giving me permission to use their gifs! im addicted to the new American Horror Story season and im so glad that gif makers like the one who runs this blog is in the same state i am haha <3

[langdvn]

Duncan Shepherd NSFW Headcanons!

anonymous asked for some dirty duncan headcanons and i delivered, enjoy!

Duncan is incredibly domaniate. He loves being in control. Ordering you around in the bedroom: “take your clothes off”, “get on yours knees”, “open your mouth for me, baby” he loves it, he loves even more that you listen, your eyes filled with desire and want, happy to please, happy to obey.

But that doesn’t mean he’s not giving to you. No he loves giving you what you want. He may make you beg for it a little, his lips and tongue teasing you until you’re begging him to give you what you need.

He loves begging, like a lot.

He likes to believe he has quiet the talent for oral. And he will let you know how good he thinks he is. But he would much rather show you.

He loves having you spread out on the bed for him, his face between your legs, your hands gripping his hair as his mouth sucks, licks, and kisses at your cunt. And he doesn’t stop until you’re coming on his tongue, even then he sometimes doesn’t stop until you’re squirming and begging him to.

And he will take you anywhere. At a fancy restaurant? He won’t hesitate to take you into one of the bathroom stalls and fuck you. Always making sure to hit all your spots to tempt you to moan loudly, wanting everyone in the restaurant to hear you. “Let them hear how good I fuck you, baby.”

He’s a big dirty talker. He loves the reactions he gets from you when he praises you for how well you’re taking his cock, and when you tell him to go faster, harder, he asks you to beg for it “tell me, show me, how bad you want me to fuck you harder, show me how much of a slut you are for my cock.”

Some days he doesn’t want to have sex, but to just get you off. He loves getting you off, maybe even more than he loves getting himself off.

He loves when you ride his face, your hands in his hair as you grind down on his tongue, his hands gripping your hips.

He just really loves giving oral.

He’s really into having sex in taboo places. His uncles desk? Hell yeah. Fucking you in the next room while you guys are attending a party? He loves it.

When it comes to you giving him oral, he loves watching. Loves the way you look on your knees before him. Loves the way your eyes look brimming with tears from taking all of him.

He loves encouraging you as you suck him off, “god, your mouth feels amazing baby”, “you’re taking it so well, such a good girl”.

He likes being rough with you, but not too rough. He knows your limits.

He loves gripping his hands around your wrists and putting them above your head ordering you to not move them, his lips and tongue teasing your skin as he makes his way down to your cunt.

He’s not opposed to using rope, or handcuffs, he loves watching you beg to touch him.

But he loves it most when you’re digging your nails into his back, or pulling his hair.

He may have a slight hair pulling kink. Each time your fingers pull on his locks loud moans always falling from his lips.

He loves when you wear short dresses or skirts. He loves when other guys look at you, wishing they could have you. It gives him a satisfying smirk because he knows they could never stand a chance against him. He has you in every way. You’re his. To kiss, to touch, to fuck, to love.

He also really loves when you wear short dresses so he can run his fingers up your inner thigh under the table, or in the car, or anywhere in public. His fingers not stopping until they’ve reached your undies, his index finger massaging you through them, before he moves past them. Smirking as he watches you try not to lose it.

He likes being called daddy, at times. But he loves when you call him sir even more.

And just because he loves being in control, and loves being rough, doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to be soft.

Sure it’s a rarity when he’s slow and soft. But when he is it’s even more amazing than when he’s not. His hands and tongue worship your body, making sure his mouth has touched every part of your skin. On nights like this you two always do it in missionary. He loves watching your mouth hang open when you moan. The way your legs wrap around his waist allowing him to go deeper. His face always finds the crook of your neck, his deep moans, praises, and I love you’s vibrating against your skin.

Even though he’s big on being in control, he does really love when you take the reigns. He loves when you’re the one who initiates sex, pulling him into some bathroom, or pushing him down on the bed.

He loves when you ride him. He lets you take full control. His hands gripping your hips or finding their way to your breasts. He loves watching your cunt bounce on his dick, his hands sometimes finding its way in your hair, gripping it and pulling your face down to his in a rough, deep kiss.

[mercifuldeaths]

Vertigo: Ch 6: Pyro

Vertigo: Chapter 6

Pyro

This fic is in progress.

Jim Mason x Reader

Warnings for this chapter: Smut, drug use and side effects of such use.

Summary: Things were good until they weren’t. Jim starts falling back into old habits. He doesn’t mind.

Notes: This is really where things pick up, as I’m sure you’ll see. The last bit of this chapter is actually my favorite part in the whole story. I hope you enjoy pain. Because this is just the start. 

Word Count: 7.2 K

“You’re looking pretty cute over there, you know that?” Y/N nodded at her boyfriend sprawled out over her bed. Her father was out of town and it had been just the two of them for the past few days. They had just gotten done with a pretty long surf set and it was late afternoon, post-surf pizza delivery on the way.

She ran her fingers through her wet hair, snagging on a few tangles that made her wince. Jim was still looking up at her ceiling, face contemplative. He had changed out of his wetsuit and into a pair of sweats, ready for an evening of ironically terrible movies, pizza, and probably a good fuck. It should have been enough for him, and he hated feeling greedy, but it never was.

“Something interesting up there?” She went to lay next to him, the towel she dried off with lay abandoned on the floor.

“Mmmm. Not more interesting than this.” He reached behind her and grabbed a handful of her bare ass. He laughed, carefree, and kissed the top of her head. He didn’t deserve her, was the pervasive thought. Always an undercurrent in this mind.

“Come on, I have to get dressed. Food will be here soon.” She attempted to wiggle her way out from him. He gripped her tight, not letting her escape.

“You don’t have to do anything. Including getting dressed,” he challenged with a rougish smile and flipped her underneath himself.

“Jiiiim,” she couldn’t help but smile herself. “Not now, baby. Later, for sure,” she laughed and pecked him on the lips, but he leaned in and started deepening the kiss.

“Not now?” He pressed his hardness into her, still covered by his sweats. “I’m sorry I can’t help myself sometimes. I have this girlfriend who is absolutely the most stunning creature. And she walks around in a bikini all day. So you can imagine what that does to me.” His mouth moved downward and starting sucking on her neck, collarbone, leaving small bruises in their wake. She let out a small hum and tangled her fingers in his hair directing him further down to her breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth and toyed with it between his teeth. He suddenly stopped. “Oh, but you’re busy, so,” he said sarcastically and went to get off the bed.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him in place, pulling him closer to her. “You’re a tease. You know that?” she mumbled kissing the side of his head while he went back to work kissing her neck.

“Me? A tease? Nah,” he said and ground his hips into her. He felt her buck up, seeking any friction.

“Jimmy,” she whined and he had to restrain himself from absolutely wrecking her right there. She could play him like a violin and knew exactly what made him tick. He went back to sucking on her sensitive breasts, avoiding the nipple. A tease, indeed.

He continued down, kissing the flat plane of her tummy, her hip bones, and when he got to her inner thighs he gave a particularly hard bite. She let out a small whimper.

He knew he had her.

“Baby, let’s go out tonight.” He nuzzled into the soft skin relishing the feeling on his lips.

She picked her head up off the pillow to eye him. “Is this bribery?” She nodded at his current position between her thighs while he started to give her folds the smallest kitten licks. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to her center. He pulled back and gave her the softest expression she had ever seen. God, he knew how to get her to do anything.

“Is it working? The bribery?” He leaned back down, starting to apply some pressure to his licks, teasing her entrance, but not enough for satisfaction. He licked a stripe up her and she shuddered.

“I wanted you all to myself tonight,” she whimpered and looked at his boyish face from between her thighs. She loved seeing him there, but much preferred it when he was at work down there rather than giving her little puppy dog looks. But then again, he knew that.

“You can have me. All of me...at Aaron’s. He’s having a thing. Small group of us. It’ll be really chill,” he mumbled against her cunt and she knew he was going to win. Between the looks and his persuasion techniques, he could have the world. He moved back to her kissing her thighs and she immediately missed his warm mouth pressed into her, tasting her.

She let out a sigh, desperate for any sort of real pressure. “Okay, whatever, we’ll go. Please just touch me.” Her hips attempted to grind into his lips but he pulled back again. She let out another dejected cry.

“...And you’ll wear that skirt? You know the one.” He couldn’t hold back his grin, head now resting on her thigh, looking up at her.

“Yes, Yes. I know the one.”

“Then we have a deal.” He said and quickly went to make good on his promise. He pressed his mouth to her wet folds, gliding his tongue through. He let out a small moan, loving her taste. Her back started to arch off the bed and he brought a hand up to tease her breasts, pinching and grazing over them.

He continued to lap at her wetness. “Babe. God, Jim,” she gasped out when he trapped her clit between his teeth, applying the smallest pressure. Her hands started pulling his soft brown hair from the root, pressing him further into her. He loved it, being completely surrounded by her, only able to breathe her in.

Changing course, he teased her entrance with his tongue, nose buried in her clit. She couldn’t help but feel warmth pool in her stomach, seeing him like that- her wetness spread over his mouth and chin. He continued like she was his last meal, his groans sending vibrations up her spine. She swept over the hair that fell in front of his eyes, she wanted to see him, always.

His tongue went back to her clit, then licking up and down. Her breaths were coming faster, eyes closing and her head falling against the pillow submitting herself to him completely.

“Babe,” she warned but he already knew she was close, knowing her body almost as well as his own. He hummed and slid a finger into her, slowly pumping it in and out. Another was added shortly thereafter. Her cries were high pitched and music to his ears.

She really started moving her hips in time with him, grinding down onto his lips and fingers. He pulled back and she whined from the loss of contact. “Are you gonna come on my tongue for me, babygirl?”

A loud cry escaped her lips and she nodded. “Yeah, yes.” He went back to sucking on her swollen clit mumbling, “That’s my good girl,” against her warm cunt.

It was the combination of his voice joined with the vibrations they created that took her over the edge, crying his name and throwing her head back. “Jim, Jim,” she chanted like a prayer as he continued to lap at her, riding out her orgasm with her, wanting everything she had to give him. He moaned throughout, catching every drop of her.

She gently started to pull him away, oversensitive to his touch. He smiled and licked her wetness off of his swollen lips. God, he really could never get enough of her. She lay gasping, eyes still closed, trying to slow her breathing. He laid next to her, brushing stray pieces of hair off her forehead, pressing small kisses to her temple. She let out a small giggle, something she often did when a little blissed out. He didn’t know why but it always made his heart melt, seeing the small smile cresting across her lips. She was completely relaxed, carefree.

She opened her eyes to look up at him, still smiling. “Let me…” she said as she went to cup his length in her hand. The doorbell interrupted and she let out a small sigh of disbelief. Jim just smiled, happy to see her happy. Running to the closet, she put on a bathrobe. “I owe you, I swear. Tonight…” She winked as she left the bedroom.

“Oh tonight I’m getting more than just that. So are you- that was the appetizer, honey,” he called after her and he palmed his cock through his pants.

“Good. I’m starving.” Her laughter echoed upstairs and he really wished his mind wasn’t on the dime bag of coke that would be waiting for him later.

--

He could feel it, the pull. It was like a magnet or gravity or whatever else controlled the universe. It was one of those forces that he could feel but not see. Nobody could see it. A force of nature, uncontrollable.

It wasn’t his fault that things were starting up again. Or probably not starting up, more like continuing, but his current coping mechanisms of ‘run away with Y/N and try to forget about things’ wasn’t flawless.

Parties had been a regular occurrence in his life, as well as Y/N’s. She was no angel, he came to learn. She had her own demons to fight and he was more than prepared to fight them with her-but when he couldn’t even face his own, what place did he have to tell her to do the same.

It was coming up, the day. He refused to call it what he supposed it really was, but Medina wouldn’t let him forget about it despite however many little pills he swallowed. He had started seeing Chad more frequently again who was more than happy to start selling to him regularly. “There he is! Our Jimmy’s back, boys!” They had clapped him on the back and shoved another beer in his hand when he had asked to start his regular pickups again. His eyes rolled but he gladly took the tablet, winking at Alex and the others.

Were things getting bad again? Yeah. Did he know that? Yes. Did he care? Not at all. After all, that could all be forgotten with a line, a pill, a pull-he didn’t give a single fuck.

And that was the plan for the evening. To forget everything. Everything except Y/N because honestly, that’s all he could handle. He’d managed to convince her to go to the party and he felt dirty for having to do it. He almost made himself sick watching her get ready-curling her hair and painting her lips in a soft pink, for what was more or less a glorified drug deal.

What was worse was that he knew that she would get high with him and it continued to break his heart a little more every time she leaned down for a line or would lick a pill from his hand like she had all those months ago. She was smarter than that. He knew it. Jim knew he was holding her down but he was also a selfish man. If he wasn’t he’d have given up the drugs and Y/N a while ago. If he was being honest, he probably should have never talked to her. She was too good, too smart.

He took a sip from the water bottle he was holding-trying to loosen the knots in his stomach- while sitting on Y/N’s bed, waiting for her to get her things together.

“Keep drinking that,” she eyed him. “You don’t want a hangover.”

He looked at her curiously.

“Hydration prevents hangovers. Come on, that’s rookie shit, Jim.” She smirked and walked over to him. She placed a delicate kiss on his full lips and he felt some of the lipstick transfer. They laughed as he rubbed it off and headed over to what Jim knew was going to be a good night.

It wasn’t a small gathering and both of them knew that it wouldn’t be. Jim and Y/N were funny, other people would say. They were both perfectly content to be away from one another, Y/N not hanging off his arm like a showpiece, both of them feeling a little freer.

Jim vowed to himself to start off slow. He didn’t want to hit a wall halfway through the night, not when he could extend it for as long as possible-until the sun rose and reminded him of everything that was waiting for him in the light.

He had taken two of the small pink pills Alex had offered, not exactly sure what they were, but really ready for anything. Y/N had escaped him a while back, probably to go find some of the girls she was slowly becoming the ringleader of. He knew that was certainly not intentional, the girls just tended to flock to her despite her constant indifference to them.

A few shots in mixed with those pills had him feeling a pretty good buzz, he realized as he leaned against the outside of the house where guests were now spilling onto the front lawn. He could start to feel the vibrations moving through the air onto him. The colors around him looked a little brighter and his conversations flowed more naturally. He had a nagging suspicion that it was acid or some shit he was rolling on but he couldn’t be bothered to find out.

Y/N’s voice rang in the back of his head about staying hydrated and he decided to head the warning. He found himself in the kitchen, but didn’t exactly remember how he got there. He dumped the warm beer in his cup and filled it with water, grumbling to himself about he wished it was that vodka monstrosity someone had convinced him to have earlier. Tasted like shit, but certainly got him fucked up in record time.

Thinking of Y/N had set him on a mission. Those girls can’t be with her all night. He started to meander through the house starting on the ground level. He found himself caught in a few mundane conversations before he would suddenly remember his goal and start up on looking for her again.

He felt himself smile when he heard her laugh coming from upstairs. Immediately he headed up there to see her for himself. The thought of her in those jeans, the skirt was unfortunately in the laundry, was already making his head spin and he knew how much she liked to fuck while they were tripping together. He had imagined that she already took something, never one to hesitate.

When he saw her he had to suppress a groan as she was surrounded by some of her groupies as well as the bay boys. With the drugs running through his system, he found that he could care less. Walking up to her, pushing one of the guys out of the way, he cornered her against the wall of the hallway.

“Mmmmmm,” he hummed and started nibbling at her neck, already marking her as his. “Y/N, let’s go.”

She mumbled, “Jim, I was talking to people,” but still threaded her fingers into his soft hair, pulling him closer.

“Don’t care. Just need you.” He gripped her ass and brought her center to grind against his hardening cock.

“Baby,” she mumbled. “I can tell you’re on some shit right now, but I’m not there yet.” He pulled back, disappointment decorating his eyes. “Maybe an hour?”

“But I want you now, God. Look at you.” He started slipping his hand down the front of her jeans, unable to contain himself.

“Jim,” she warned, her voice sobering him a little. Her eyes darkened just enough for him to get a rush, however, and he knew she was up to no good. “If you’re a good boy and wait, maybe there will be an extra surprise for you,” she whispered so faintly he could barely hear her over the thumping music and cacophony of voices.

With that, she took his wrist and guided his hand a bit further so his fingers became slicked in her wetness, grinding onto him a few times to be thorough. She then pulled him out of her and guided his hand to her mouth, gently sucking herself off of him. Jim swore he could have cum just from that image, alone.

When Y/N was satisfied, she dropped his wrist, cupped his length through his jeans and mumbled, “Be good for me, and I’ll be good for you.” Y/N turned on her heel and bounded towards the end of the hall. She heard Jim groan, wholly unsatisfied. “One hour!” He heard her call over her shoulder and smile with a girlish giggle.

--

It must have been about an hour later that Jim realized that he should start looking for Y/N. Strange, he didn’t think she’d last the full hour.

“Jim!” He heard in a voice he didn’t expect to hear ever again. Heather was calling over to him from the top of the stairs.

“Uh, hi,” he hesitated, whatever he took not helping the awkward air that had suddenly fallen over him. He didn’t think anything could have fixed the Heather situation.

“You need to get Y/N. She’s….” Heather trailed off and Jim couldn’t help the perplexed expression that crossed his face, looking up at her.

“What?” Maybe he didn’t hear right. Y/N and Heather certainly weren’t friends. Probably quite the opposite, in fact. Why were they hanging out together?

“Jim, I’m not doing this for you. I could literally couldn’t care less about you. But Y/N really isn’t good right now so could you maybe come figure this out?” she snapped.

Something clicked and Jim started bounding up the stairs to find Y/N. No no no no no. It was impossible. She wouldn’t.

He swore he heard Heather going off about how he was the reason for this-how he was going to get Y/N killed. That he was going to get himself killed, not that she cared of course. But he couldn’t pay that any attention as he could literally feel his high fading, adrenaline taking its place.

“Baby,” he was already saying despite not being anywhere close to the group of people standing around the open bathroom door, where he imagined she was. “Move, move.” He shoved the couple people that hovered, demeanor already telling them to leave. “Baby, Y/N, Y/N,” he called out to her.

She was propped up on the sink by one of the Aaron, one of the bay boys Jim was closer with, and he was trying to get her to drink some water. Her skin was pale and she was visibly shaking while suppressing the urge to retch again.

“Jim,” Aaron said a little firm, hoping to snap Jim out of whatever stupor took hold. Jim’s eyes snapped to his friend and he could feel himself actively trying to stay as sober as he could. “She’s been asking for you.” Aaron gestured to Y/N, still in his arms.

Jim stepped over and took her, holding her close to his chest on instinct. “What happened?” He couldn’t hide the panic in his voice. She was mostly asleep, or passed out more likely. Her head lolled over and he brushed the hair out of her fluttering eyelids. “What happened?” Jim said, more forcefully, demanding the answer when Aaron hesitated.

“Alex...he uh. He gave her some new shit.” The pink pills. Fuck. He knew they felt suspiciously familiar but Alex had claimed it was some new designer drug from Europe or whatever.

Y/N had mentioned to Jim that she had bad experiences with certain pills and she was usually careful to only take what she knew would have the desired effect. Alex wouldn’t tell him what it was so he doubted that she knew. She wouldn’t have taken it if she knew. Did he force her? Did she want to take it? Was this something else? One of those date rape things? His mind whirled, unable to keep up.

“Go get Heather,” he managed to choke out. Everyone looked at him like he had lost it, well aware of the bad blood between the two. “She’s a nursing student-go get her!” His raised voice caused Y/N to stir.

“Please, can you just go get Jim, I want to see-”

“Baby, it’s me. I’m here.” She didn’t relax like he hoped she would have. He started to maneuver them onto the ground so she was cradled in his lap, his chest pressed against her back.  “Did anyone go get-”

“God, yah I’m here. Calm down.” Heather walked over to the pair and closed the door behind her, keeping prying eyes out. Jim was grateful for that small mercy.

He could feel Y/N starting to get warm under his touch, her breaths coming faster.

“I told you she looks like shit,” Heather said too nonchalantly for his comfort.

“I think she’s allergic or something. I don’t know-she said she doesn’t do molly because she always has a bad trip but- I just- I don’t...” Jim stumbled over his words, trying to get things to happen faster. He could feel his own heart starting to race. Y/N was still unconscious, but starting to make slight twitching movements.

“She took too much. I don’t know what to tell you.” Heather stood above them, looking down, her sneer visible over her rhinoplasty nose.

“Heather, come on. This isn’t about us,” Jim begged through gritted teeth. He was trying to hold his tears back. This was the first time in a long time that he could say that he genuinely was scared. Because this was something that actually mattered.

He saw Heather’s dark eyes soften a fraction after looking at Y/N’s small movements and shivering breaths. His ex crouched next to Y/N and started taking her pulse, her eyes looking anywhere but at Jim.

“She’s warm. And her heart rate is too fast. So’s respiration. Jim, she’s overdosing.” Even Heather was starting to feel bad for the guy. After things ended, no matter how terribly, she was able to see him from a distance. She saw the changes in him.

Jim nearly passed out himself. “Overdosing?” His tone higher than he would have liked. “What am I supposed to do,” his voice cracked and Heather’s heart almost broke from seeing him like that.

“She’s going to be okay. I asked around and they’re pretty sure it’s glorified E. Even if this is a reaction or a bad trip or OD, E is probably the best way for it to happen. Just make sure she keeps breathing and have her drink some cold water when she wakes up.” She turned to leave the cramped bathroom but Jim’s small voice stopped her.

“Please. Stay.” She turned to look at him. “I’m scared,” he admitted and she could tell he was choking on his own tears, she had seen it enough when they dated.

“Jim,” she started but he interrupted by asking again. She sighed and resigned herself to sitting in the furthest corner from the couple. They heard the party start to die down outside as they sat in uncomfortable silence.

Jim couldn't take his eyes off Y/N. He watched her chest rise and fall, counting every time. ‘Make sure she keeps breathing’ he repeated in his head to make sure he stayed on task-terrified of what would happen if he didn’t. She’s going to be okay, she’s going to be okay, she’s going to be okay--

“You have to stop eventually, you know?”

He was pulled out of his trance like state of rocking himself and Y/N, mumbling, and running his fingers through her hair. Heather looked at him for the first time. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“What?” Jim looked back at her thinking that maybe he had missed part of the conversation. It had happened often enough when he was high.

“If you keep this up. I see what’s happening.”

Jim was still confused. “What’s...happening?” he managed.

“Jim,” she scoffed. “Everyone knows what’s going on. We all know what you’re doing and it’s worse than last time.”

“You don’t know shit,” he bit out, perhaps too hard.

Heather moved to stand up and Jim almost apologized. “She’s going to be fine. Just cold water when she’s awake. If in doubt, call an ambulance, please don't be stupid, okay?”

Jim only found himself to smally nod, looking back at Y/N’s peaceful, now flushed, face.

“Hey,” Heather said softer than he thinks she’s ever said to him before. He looked up to her dark eyes. “Just quit that shit, okay?” And with that she left the small room and gently clicked the door back shut.

A few moments later, Y/N started blinking her wide eyes. She immediately tried to grab Jim’s arm that was holding her to him, sensing it as a threat but when she heard the familiar voice and felt gentle touches, she knew it was Jim.

“Y/N?” his voice cracked.

“Hi,” she breathed out, trying to remain calm, knowing exactly what was happening.

“Are you okay?” he asked at a complete loss of words.

“No. But I will be.” She closed her eyes and felt unexpected tears fall. Seeming to take her cue and their privacy, he started softly cry, pressing his face into her hair.

“I could have lost you,” he sobbed out but she was still distant-feeling far and detached, poison still in her blood.

“You didn’t.” She knew she was saying these things but they felt like they completely bypassed her brain-going on reflex. Unable to feel. Numb.

“I didn’t.” He tightened his arms around her.

She mumbled something that he didn’t quite hear. “Hmm?”

“I’ve gotta stop this shit.” She looked at him, his pupils still blown, eyes red and puffy, face drawn. “We’ve gotta stop this shit.” She closed her eyes but the sight of him was still behind her eyelids. There was no room to judge because she knew she probably looked worse.

She felt him press his hand to her cheek and she turned to place a kiss in his palm. He didn’t know how to respond or if he even should considering how her eyes were glazing over again. “We’ve gotta stop this shit. He knew she was right. Of course, she was. She always was.

He should stop. And Heather had noticed-well she’s always been a nosey bitch, anyway- but even she was worried. Probably the person that hated him the most was worried about him. And he knew he still wouldn’t stop. He knew that this should scare him, and it did-for her. But had be been in her place, he couldn’t care less. In fact, something about that was almost a comforting thought.

Y/N’s eyes were shut but her lips moved softly. “It’s too much for me.  All this.”

Jim still didn’t know if he should answer. But he did, anyway. “It’s not enough for me. It never is.”

--

Medina squeezed herself into the pastel pink dress chosen for her by the not-so-blushing bride. It wasn’t tight like the embrace of a warm wetsuit, but instead the snug fit of  a noose around her neck.

Jim wasn’t home but she still hung his tux on the outside of his closet as a gentle reminder that today was the day.

Things had been good until they weren’t.

Medina saw the way his clothes started to fit looser, the way he would shake when trying to text. His jaw was clenched so hard half the time she thought his teeth would snap. Sometimes she would hear him try to stifle cries and screams while the shower ran.

Things were good. But they were horrible, too.

Y/N fell into his orbit and made him secure, safe. She wasn’t there though, not that day. The day was Phil’s wedding. Phil and Rebecca. Rebecca was some redhead nurse that had starting working at his practice a year ago. The upcoming date was having a snowball effect on both Jim and Sandy, who was currently locked in her bedroom, holed up with the blinds shut.

Medina still didn’t know if she wanted to go despite her already dressing and carefully applying makeup. She was still his daughter. A deep part of her still wanted to make him proud even if she was too embarrassed to admit it.

She and Jim had countless conversations about their father’s wedding, each worse than the previous.

“We have to go, Jim. We’re his only children,” Medina said kicking a rock off the cliff edge they were balanced on.

“I’m not going.” Final. She knew she shouldn’t press, but since when did Medina listen to limits.

“Just do it. It’s one day and then you never have to see him again,” she tried to reason.

His face was contemplative but his teeth still ground together-jaw tight. “Medina. I don’t think me being there would make it a better day. I don’t give a fuck about him and his new whore,” Jim’s words were scathing and she was happy their dad wasn’t there to hear them. She tried to convince herself that he didn’t mean them. “I’m on mom’s side, remember?”

“There are no sides in this,” she whispered, the crashing waves almost silencing her.

“Yeah. There’s always sides. And mom and I obviously know whose you’ve chosen,” he sneered as he went to stand up on wobbling legs. “Move.” He tapped her back with his foot, she still sat with her legs slung over the cliff.

She didn’t. She sat with her jaw almost as tight as Jim’s. “Medina, move or I’ll push you off this fucking cliff.”

She took one look at him and knew he was serious. Deciding moving was in her best interest, she did.

--

The conversations continued. Each time Medina’s comments more snappy and Jim’s pupils blown impossibly wider. He was always loud when he was like that so Medina was pretty sure their mother, and neighbors, knew exactly what was going on.

Jim was her best friend. The only person she could really talk to. The only one that understood her, and she was the only one who could understand him. But he wasn’t himself. She couldn’t think like him anymore.

“Mom,” she whispered outside Sandy’s locked door of her bedroom. When there was no response she knocked lightly.

“The fuck you want, Medina?” she screamed out, voice sounding raw.

“I’m going to head out, okay? I’ll be home late,” she still whispered.

“Where’s Jim?” The door swung open to reveal Sandy clinging onto dirty tissues, makeup running down her face, always clad in her bathrobe. She eyed her daughter with contempt.

Sandy pushed past her and continued to the living room, on the hunt for her son. “Jim!, Jim!” she started shrieking.

“He’s not here. I don’t know where he went,” Medina said gently. She was really trying her best with her mom as she could see how hard this day must be. Medina wasn’t a robot, she did have a little empathy for her. Granted that was overshadowed by an immense hatred.

“I know where he’s not. I know he isn’t abandoning me,” Sandy sneered. This was followed by a laugh that shook Medina to her bones. Sandy continued to look at her daughter as if she were under a microscope. “You look ridiculous. Flat a board, Medina.” And with that, she stomped back into her bedroom.

Medina sighed and tried calling Jim one more time before driving to the ceremony in her little yellow beetle. He didn’t answer. She was too exhausted to worry about him anymore.

--

The ceremony was beautiful, she admitted. It was full of soft colors and flowers, obviously was chosen by the new Mrs. Mason. The thought that she now shared her last name with another person made her shudder so she took another sip of her champagne.

Phil had given her a hug the moment she walked through the door to the wedding venue. When he asked if Jim was able to make it she pretended she didn’t hear him and swore that she saw him actually shed a tear. Letting herself be whisked from family member to friends of the new couple, her mind started to wander.

The Masons didn’t have much family, just some aunts from the east coast. Cooing about how much she had grown up and how much she resembled her grandmother had gotten old fast. Their next topic was worse.

Having to explain to everyone that Jim wasn’t there was horrid. She started making the stories more ridiculous as she went. “He tried to surf down the stairs.” “He’s donating his left kidney to an orphan.” “He was in a shark attack.” They all gave her strange looks. She didn’t care.

Rebecca was upset that the photographs were off center. It was supposed to be four bridesmaids and four groomsmen framing the couple in their photographs and at the ceremony. With Jim missing, she was the odd one out. The extra bridesmaid, Medina was forced to walk down the aisle alone, smiling, pretending her brother was by her side. She opted out of the photos and kicked her heels off the first chance she had.

Immediately following the ceremony was the reception which carried over the same theme of pastels and flowers. With a little champagne in her, all the colors started to blend in a sick imitation kaleidoscope. The night had passed in similar fashion to the ceremony. “Oh, yeah he’s actually really sick.” “He’s in the hospital.” “He died.” She couldn’t help but feel like now the excuses were getting closer to the truth.

Not a single person was satisfied with having just Medina there because that’s what it was, right? Just Medina. If Jim were in her place she would bet her life that they wouldn’t ask about her. Not even once. She rolled her eyes and speared another piece of her steak.

After dinner, she hid in the bathroom to avoid any more ‘Jim’ questions. She was running out of excuses for him. After taking a few shots she was starting to feel better, though.

I get it, Jim. She thought pretending he could hear her on the other end-something she had done since they were kids. Twin telepathy, or whatever. The room was fuzzy and warm where she perched on the edge of the sinks, watching videos on how to perfect your roundhouse cutback.

The liquor running through her veins did make her curious as to what those little white pills felt like. Fucking coward. That’s what he was. Unable to cope. Weak.

The thought of her twin brother suddenly made her furious. He was already everyone’s favorite, always got the attention, friends, love. He was perfect and nobody would ever let her forget it. And he still ran from it. Ran from every opportunity to be happy.

The only reason they still think he’s perfect was because of her. What if she stopped covering for him? Or was honest to their friends and family? “Why isn’t Jim here? Oh well, you see he’s probably tripping balls, high as a kite on some cliff, trying to run from all of his problems instead of manning up and handling them.”

And why the fuck was Y/N still with him? She had everything going for her-looks, personality, money, smarts. Why Jim? She was her friend first. Of course, she went to Jim. Everyone always does. Sometimes she wanted to take her friend’s pretty face and shove it in the waves. “Is his dick really that good? Or are you just desperate?” Medina smiled.

There was a sudden commotion outside and she figured it was time to cut the cake or whatever happens at weddings. She rolled her eyes and tapped on another video, not caring that she was probably using all their data plan. It was when she heard a familiar voice yelling did she decide she had to see this with her own eyes.

She couldn't’ hold back the biting laugh when she saw her lanky brother being dragged out of the building. Her legs started to follow despite her head wanting to do anything but.

“‘Dina! See! I know her!” he hollered and pointed to her over the shoulder of one of their uncles. Medina was pretty sure they didn’t recognize him. “Medina!”

He was in jeans and a tee shirt and looked like he had just been dipped in a pool he was sweating so much. Completely manic.

Medina stood, shell-shocked that this was even happening, her blood running cold. Without thinking she bunched up her pink gown in one hand, happy she lost the shoes hours ago, and stormed over to her twin. In her other hand she grabbed his forearm. Hard.

“Ow, stop that.” He pawed at her weakly as she dragged them outside near the valet parking.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she screamed, vicious. He just laughed in response, his head thrown back exposing his prominent veins in his neck.

“You’re the one that begged me to come.” He opened his arms and gestured to himself. “Well. Here I am,” and he kept laughing.

“You’ve lost it, you know that?” She moved closer to him and pushed his shoulders back, making him stumble a little. “You’ve gone completely batshit and you won’t even remember it tomorrow.” She pushed him again.

“No, no, no. I’m not the one that’s lost it, Medina. That’s you!” He pointed a long finger at her. “Going to dad’s wedding? His wedding.” He rolled his eyes so hard that he almost made himself fall backward. “Bullshit. It’s all fucking bullshit. All of this.”

“Jim. Go home. Don’t make this more embarrassing,” she demanded.

“For who? For dad? For you? Are you embarrassed by me?” He still was too loud. The valet parking workers had started to look on from the periphery. “‘Cause I’m embarrassed by you a lot but I don’t tell you that, now do I?”

She didn’t know what to say and held her breath. Maybe if she held it long enough she’d wake up and this would all be a nightmare.

She’d wake up in her childhood bed back home in Michigan and Jim would be next to her, crawling in because sometimes he was afraid of the dark. They’d be six again. A Sunday. Dad would be making pancakes. Mom would be slicing fruit. The news would be on but Jim would change it to Looney Tunes.

“You’re embarrassed,” he scoffed. “You embarrass yourself going around staring at people, being weird. I’ve had to talk you up to so many people trying to get you friends but you always scare them off. Sometimes I wish you were normal, God.” He looked at her, disgusted.

“Normal? Because this is so normal,” she gestured to him, his strung-out appearance, his too loud voice. Somehow he was still beautiful to her. “It’s not normal to stay cooped up watching your mother as a twenty-two year old man. It’s not normal to be so obsessed with her!” She was screaming now, too. Let them listen.

“Me? Obsessed with her? Oh, you’ve got it so backwards you don’t even know. It’s sad that you still have to convince ‘Daddy’ that you’re the favorite,” he mocked her. She had called their Dad ‘Daddy’ until Jim said it wasn’t cool to do that anymore. She listened to him. She always did.

“Jim, I’m fucking sick of this.”

His face took a turn. Going from pure rage into something marked of sadness. She saw tears start to well in his ocean blue eyes. “Why can’t it be different?” He couldn’t keep up with the conversation. It felt like his mind was being pulled in so many directions it was going to snap. Maybe it would and this would finally be over. Everything would be over.

“What?” she bit out, obviously still furious despite her confusion on his topic change.

“Do you remember when we went to Lake Michigan?” The questions made perfect sense in his head so he repeated it when she clearly didn’t understand. “We hid in those dunes, remember? We had to share the bed in the hotel and you twisted your ankle running on the beach?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Of course, she remembered. He knew she did.

“I only need you. That’s it. It’s you and me, whether you like it or not.” He smiled his thousand-watt smile but she could still see the hostility in his eyes, hiding behind blown pupils. “I made you laugh so hard-we laughed so hard.” His tears spilled over and fell onto his too prominent cheekbones.

“It’s never going to be like that again, Jim. It’s over. Move on.” She knew she was still yelling even though he had stopped awhile ago. They still stood facing each other, a few feet apart.

“I want it back. It’s me and you,” he repeated and he could start to feel the blackness creep into his vision. He kept nodding even though he willed himself to stop.

Medina continued as if he didn’t speak. “That’s your problem.” She had a revelation. “You don’t move on. That’s why you’re so much like mom.”

He stepped forward, fast and angry, and she shrunk back, genuinely scared of him like this. She honestly wasn’t sure if he would hurt her.

Something told her that he would.

Despite her better judgment, she continued. “You know? You’re becoming crazy like her, too. Relying on everyone except yourself.”

His eyes softened and he took a step back. He started biting at his cuticles until one bled. His head started to shake slowly, his eyes no longer seeing anything that made sense.

“Everyone is tired of your bullshit, Jim. Nobody cares anymore. We’re exhausted. This is exhausting.” She knew what she would say next would break him but to be honest, she stopped caring. “Ask Y/N.”

Jim’s eyes widened and he cocked his head. He ran his hand through sweaty hair and he kept blinking his red puffy eyes. It made Medina furious that she still loved him. Even like this.

She dropped her voice to just above a whisper. There was no reason for anyone else to hear it except him. “She’s done with you. Ask her. Everyone’s done with your bullshit. Even Y/N,” she sneered, knowing that she hit him where it would hurt long and hard.

He slid to his knees, unable to keep his vision upright. She didn’t go to catch him.

“I’m not your handler. I don’t want to take care of you anymore. I’m done.” Medina turned on her bare heel and started back into the party.

Time was different for Jim, but he knew he managed to get out, “I need you, Medina,” before he collapsed completely, his face scraping against the concrete. He tasted blood in his mouth, the copper tang grounding him to reality. The only thing keeping him there.

“I don’t need you, Jim. Not anymore,” was the last thing he heard before succumbing completely to the cocktail of pills and powders he had taken.

In his life, he had never felt more alone.

Jim in pain squad: @ccodyfern @langdonsrapture @langdonsdemon @coloursunlimited @thecinderellaposts @michael-langdon-appreciation @langdonalien @tarkofetis @stupidocupido @katiekitty261 @ovarydosed @lovelykhaleesiii @starwlkers @aveiangdon @heelsamizayn @americanhorrorstudies @sojournmichael @oneday-i-will-fight-luke17 @tickled-pinkmoodpoisoning @codysfallenangels 

Special thanks to @thecinderellaposts @michael-langdon-appreciation @starwlkers @ccodyfern @babypinkstyles94 for letting me tease you all with more Jim content and then take forever to write it. ily <3 

[i-will-die-for-jim-mason]

Jim Mason hc #3

Okay since @michael-langdon-appreciation posted about Jim cumming early, it’s sent me down a rabbit hole and I have known no peace. (just ask @langdonsoceaneyes) Anyway, this is just what I think is the natural progression that we all need.

N--S--F--W

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There was a lot of things you loved about Jim Mason, he's sweet, a good listener, funny, smart, objectively handsome, and a hundred other things that we don't have the time to list out

After Jim started to get clean you could almost say that he was the perfect boyfriend

Well except for one little issue Jim had trouble holding on for long... which honestly wasn't that much of an issue. It was always kinda hot to see just how quickly you could make him come apart.

A first though you almost ignored it, just moving past it not wanting to embarrass him, with Jim eager to find other ways to satisfy you.

After one particularly short make-out session that ends with Jim cumming in his pants without you even touching him, you huffed out a comment of "Fucking really?"

Once you realized what you said before you could even open your mouth to start back peddling Jim let out a whine you didn't expect to here in this context.

After that, your dynamic started to shift.

You would add little teasing comments like.

"I've barely even touched you and your cocks already covered in pre-cum"

"Do you think I could make you cum just from playing with your nipples?"

"Are you even really trying anymore?"

All of which Jim very much enjoyed, at this point, you think you could probably get him off just from whispering in his ear how pathetic it is.

But one day you had him strip almost as soon as you two made it you bedroom telling him how tonight you were going to do everything you could to keep him from cumming in his pants for once.

You loved watching how he somehow managed to flush even more when he saw the cock ring in your hand

He whined at the feeling of your hands on his cock and balls as you put the silicon ring on him, before pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Spreading his legs apart you dropped to your knees, kissing the inside of his toned thighs, before moving to his cock. Starting off with small kitten licks to the sides before taking the head into your mouth. Looking up you saw his blue eyes glazed with lust, his hands gripping on to the comforter.

If you had to pick a favorite sound in the world it would probably be the choking sound he made when took the most you could fit of him into your mouth, your hand wrapping around the rest while you bobbed your head.

You kept this up far longer then how long a blow job usually went with him, the sounds he was making just pushing you on. Moans and whines mixed with rambling about how good you feel, and how much he loves you.

But eventual you pulled away, moving so you could sit on the bed that Jim was now laying on.

You leaned down to kiss him, letting him have a taste of the pre-cum still on your tongue.

You stroking his jaw with one hand while you asked how he was holding up, to which you just only received a nod as he was trying to catch his breath.

Turning your attention back to his still throbbing cock, you moved your hand to wrap around it your thumb lazily played with the slit, watching how his muscles spammed.

He had always been so sensitive but after this long of teasing especially so.

"Please!" You heard him moan.

"Hmm, do you want something baby boy?"

"P-Please let me cum!" He choked out

"You always want to cum, that's why I got this little toy, Jimmy."

"But y/n I've been so good!” He begged, while you slowly stroked his cock.

You look at him a take in how utterly fucked out he looks, his face red, hair an absolute wreck, you can see tears starting to well in his eyes.

He looks so fucking divine that you condenser taking pity on him.

"Well if you promise to be a good boy I'll let you cum, once I'm finished." You watch the hope build in his eyes.

"But baby boy I can promise you this is going to be on a long night."

After all, something that delicious needs to be savored

[the-temple-pythoness]

Domestic Duncan Headcanons

•Duncan loves sleeping in on weekends, he doesn't get to sleep properly on workdays so he tends to wake up at noon whenever possible

•His favorite food is something home cooked, his mother didn't usually cooked for him so the idea that his S/o took time off their day to prepare something for him is really heart warming

•His penthouse used to be a place for parties before his S/o moved in, but after a little incident they decided to invite only close friends

•His clothes smell like peppermint and his iconic perfume smells like wood and grass, creating a weird but very pleasing combination of aromas that, by now his S/o recognizes him without even looking at him

•His mother used to come to his home without previous notice, it took a while for her to accept that it wasn't proper now that he lived with his partner

•Due to the fact that Annette might come unannounced whenever he wanted to have sex it was in his room with the door closed, but now that she doesn't do that anymore he is more adventurous

•Duncan knows how to cook basic foods

•At first he thought settling down was unnecessary and boring, but now he realized that having a partner to share the joy and the sadness with has it's own appeal

•He is constantly on the phone, sometimes it can cause some issues with his S/o

•If his partner is into music he would gladly shut the TV off and put on some music instead

•He wouldn't let his partner clean the penthouse, he has a service lady to help with the house chores

•They go grocery shopping together, more than once his partner and him argued on which cheese is the best

•They love watching the city lights at night and talking about each other's day

•whenever his S/o has work to do at home they would lock themselves in the office. Those times are the ones that make him realize how his partner feels like when he's on the phone

•Dates are a normal occurrence, at first he wanted to impress them, so they'd go to expensive restaurants and theaters, but now is so much simpler. It could be a bar, a simple walk in the park, a movie...

•Fights are not the usual, but sometimes they do happen. Duncan is rational but arguing with his partner puts him in a very bad mood. They would go to work angry, but by the time they come back things have calmed down and they would talk about what happened

•From time to time, Duncan would invite his mother for dinner. His S/o would cook his favorite food and he would be really thankful for that

•He loves spoiling the ones he loves, so expensive gifts are not unusual. From jewelry to that Burberry coat his S/o eyed the other day

•even if his private life and professional life are pretty intertwined, he doesn't like it when someone drags his S/o in the picture. Bill hinting something about his partner? No thanks, Seth dropping some documents on his home? Very funny

•That being said, his partner always accompanies him at events

•If his S/o has to do presentations or public appearances he would gladly be there if possible or give advice on how to manage media

[ofstormsandsaints]

can we get physical hc of marion??

I'm not dead. Sorry that it took so long anon

And thank you so much for asking about this sweet boy!

My ask box is open for the moment, feel free to send any ask or request you may have. I just can't promise a quick response. But I think about my drafts everyday 🥲

Marion physical headcanon

-A paler version of his mother

This lady has soft, dainty features, fair freckled skin with long amber hair and aquamarine eyes - A pre-raphaelite painting.

-When they were kids Marion and his youngest sister had freckles but Marion's faded away over the years. Not his sister's though - he's a bit jealous. But he comforts himself with the sight of remaining pale brown freckles that stud his shoulders.

-fair rosy skin, wild chestnut hair and celadon eyes.

-But he started to feel insecure about his look when he got compared to Laito one day. This european romantic energy they share isn't something he expected to be repelled by someday. He didn't want to look like a vampire or to feel 'less' because he shared some features with someone that was undeniably much more beautiful than he will ever be.

-but they're obviously not the same: Marion's nose is longer, his mouth softer and his jawline is strong and more angular. (And psychologically speaking, they're nothing alike. Thank goodness.)

-And another major difference: his musculature

-he inherited his paternal grandfather's build: making him tall with broad shoulders. (he is around 6'0 / 184cm), an inverted triangle morphology

-Also he works out so... yeah, he does have very chiselled muscles. never misses a legs day

-sweet Marion grows a normal amount of body hair but he shaves his face everyday - simple personal preference, he doesn't have anything against body hair in general. But in his case, he prefers his face clean shaved.

-Following his sisters' advices, he learnt how to take good care of his hair and skin. - he's the oldest sibling but he felt quite immature when it was about care and looks.

-even though it's rather simple, he maintains a good skincare and moisturise his skin and uses spf no matter what.

-Now about his scar(s).

-it is noticeable obviously.

-It crosses his left cheek and weaves thinly towards the inner corner of his eye. Pale pink, it doesn't itch or feels painful now because he takes care of it.

-And he doesn't mind it that much to be honest. In fact, he doesn't even notice it anymore, it's just a part of him.

-Even though he grew in a rather religious and conservative household, he didn't hesitate to use makeup to express himself - And that's only through makeup that he aknowledges his scar actually: he likes to play with it, to draw around it...His skin is just a living canvas for him to paint on. His scar is probably really cool for halloween makeups

-Loves desperately Cody Fern. His fashion sense, his voice, the way he dresses, his makeups...please stop this fanboy. It's not a physical hc but I wanted to mention it

[narabea06]

Family HCs --

(A lot of the next gen OCs are ones me and my friend @b-boricua made together btw!)

· Lulu and EJ are really close (platonic) and both unofficially adopted Lazari, Sally, and BEN. BEN, Sally, and Laz also all see each other as siblings.

· Lazari and Stripes are obviously half sisters

· Lyra and Toby are bio siblings, and Cody is their stepbrother (hc by @b-boricua)

· Nina, Toby, and BEN all see each other as siblings

· Nina has her brother Chris (who is a ghost rn)

· Jeff and Liu are obviously brothers, tho they are kinda having a falling out again

· Lulu sorta adopted everyone collectively though Jane and Nina deny that she adopted them

· Jane has her sister Jesse, and also has a brotherly relationship with Liu. Her and Mary also have a bio son named Chance [OC] and an adopted son named Elliot [OC]

· Kate, Lauren, and CR are all dating and adopted Charlie together and also have two bio kids named Bijou [OC] (CR and Kate) and Fern [OC] (Lauren and CR)

· Lyra has two fiances, as well as adopted a little girl ghost named Daisy [OC]

· Heather and Wilson adopted Chris TR and Kate, and Tim, Brian, and Jay adopted Cody and Toby (Tim, Brian, and Jay also adopted two kids named Benji [OC] and Penny [OC])

· Puppeteer, Helen, Dina, and Zero are all married and have three kids together: Austin [OC] (Pup and Dina), Gabriella [OC] (Helen and Dina), and Joan [OC] (Pup and Zero). Killing Kate and Zero also have an adopted teen boy named Bellamy.

· Sadie, Vailly, and Zeyner are all dating and adopted Legless Eliza and Iris Hung Girl together.

· Sadie, Killing Kate, and Nurse Ann all have a sister dynamic

· Nurse Ann unofficially adopted Clockwork, and also has a biological daughter named Isabella [OC] from her past marriage

· Toby has an adopted daughter named Riley who Clockwork also considers her as her daughter.

· Stripes is dating a woman named Lilith [shared OC with @b-boricua] and has a stepdaughter named Esther [shared OC with Cece]

· Randy and Keith (AKA 2/3 of the JTK bullies) are married with an adopted son named Henry [OC]

· Jesse (Jane's sister) and Troy (the last JTK bully) are dating and sorta unofficially adopted Chris, and also have a biological daughter named Amanda [OC]

· Vine has a husband and has also adopted Svetlana

· Troy has two siblings (all of three of them are adopted) named Theo and Collin