#Oh god tagging everyone is going to drive me nuts

[staarboyyy]

Hiiii! Let me just say first that I’m absolutely in love with your writings, your literally one of my favourite writers ❤️ anywayyyy , back to the main point.

Basically I’m quite into Barb, there’s something about her being so possessive and it’s driving me nuts! (she’s also just stunning) but I’m so into the thought of being in a relationship with Coop and Barb cause it’s just fascinating. Like I have so many words but can’t find away to communicate it!! Conclusion is that I love Barb and Coop and would loveeee if you wrote something!! Love you lots!!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Summer lovin'

cooper & barbra howard x reader | no pronouns

written by an adults for adults - minors dni

tags / warnings ; costar!reader, hot tub time!, fluff beyond belief, relationship not labeled but everyone flirts with everyone!, alcohol mentions/consumption

summary ; after working on a film with cooper, you never imagined just how charming both of the howards were.

word count ; 1.1k

a / n ; oh. my. GOD!! anon you sweetheart and genius i couldnt resist this 😭💞 as a barb and coop lover myself i had SO much fun writing this drabble, i hope you enjoy !!

You hadn't planned to stick around as long as you had, in truth. You had been working alongside Cooper in his newest film; Everything started like you had dreamed, your own trailer decorated with your inspirations, your costume fittings going smoothly - It felt like a dream come true. Even as your hair, stiff with product, framed your face and you could swear your costume shoes were a size too small, you couldn't help but smile.

That's what Cooper liked about you; That damn sparkle in your eyes that nothing could put out, your lips shaping the script and forming it into a song he could listen to for hours. He also liked how your costume hugged against your frame, sauntering over to you in the early days of shooting and sneaking you a wink when he could. He was a charmer by nature, you told yourself, the mantra of forcing yourself to stay professional ringing sharp in your ears, burning your cheeks a bright pink. The golden band on his finger tugged at your heart strings, strumming them with every stolen glance and hopeless thoughts. You could handle yourself, you could handle a simple charming man from a far - But meeting Barbara changed that as well.

She had been looking for Cooper, finding the pair of you in his trailer, practicing lines. You quickly offered to make yourself scarce, apologizing sincerely for any mix ups - Though she smiled, and it nearly took the breath from you. Cooper liked a good smile, it seemed. Her hands were soft as they met yours, gingerly taking them in her own and smiling with a warmth you couldn't place. The strumming of your heart rushed in your ears, standing between the Howard's with pink cheeks and a small smile.

And that's what Barb liked about you. Your kindness, your genuine love for the things you did and the passion that drove you to do it - So you found yourself now in the cool autumn wind, long after the release of the film, still somehow between the two of them.

"Y'gonna take all day?" Barbara swatted at Cooper's upper arm with a shake of her head at his words. It was no secret the pair had a beautiful home, decorated with grand furniture and the most recent Vaultec technology. You peered through the sliding glass door towards the backyard, your breath stilling for a moment as you saw them in the hot-tub. Cooper had his arm slung around Barbara, nodding along as he listened to her talk about you.

"Is it such a crime to want to look perfect?" Barbara spoke softly, the idea of how you looked in your swimsuit tugging at the edges of her lips into a small smile.

"You two always look perfect. If I'm honest I should be the one takin' my time to gussy up," Cooper tossed a teasing glance towards his wife, her eyes rolling playfully as she waded towards the edge of the tub. Three glasses sat on a small silver tray, Cooper's whiskey, Barbara's martini - And your drink, between the two. You slowly slid the glass door open, the slight chill of the autumn breeze stippling your skin in goosebumps. They didn't mean to stare, but as you walked towards the tub with a sheepish expression, they couldn't help it. At first you were worried, maybe a hair out of place or your bathing suit was too much - But as Cooper waved you over, a weight eased off your shoulders. Steam lifted in clouds above the hot water, becoming more welcoming by the second as the breeze licked at your revealed skin.

"Sorry for taking so long," You waved your hand before you, as if trying to brush away the slight embarrassment tinging at your expression.

"Never apologize for that, sugar." Barb spoke warmly, moving towards you with a glint in her eye, hand wrapped over the tray of drinks. "You're more than worth the wait," She added, offering you her free hand to guide you up the steps. You couldn't help but smile at her, taking her wet hand with a small chuckle as you made your way into the water. It seemed to melt away the goosebumps the lower you sunk into the tub, letting a soft sigh pass your parted lips as you leaned your back against the edge. Barbara hummed, pleased at the sight of both you and Cooper finally able to relax after the hectic filming process. She plucked your glass from the tray, offering it to you as she sipped her own.

"She pulled out all her fancy glasses for you," Cooper moved to sit a bit closer to you, his broad shoulder bumping yours with a chuckle. Barbara's cheeks warmed at both her husbands teasing tone, and the way you took the glass so carefully from her hand.

"I'll make sure to be gentle with them, Missus Howard," Your fingers lingered on hers as she gave you your drink, the motion causing Barbara to bite her lip and shake her head. She couldn't bite back the grin on her lips, eyes lifting from the glass to meet yours, peering through her thick lashes.

"Careful with that smooth talk, she won't let'ya leave sweetheart," Cooper lifted his arm to rest over the edge of the hot tub, letting you shift some of your weight closer towards him. You could hear the wry smile in his voice, a teasing promise you hoped beyond anything they would keep. Barbara waded towards the other side of you, looking over at her husband with a scrunched nose.

"Mm, how about we kick him to the couch tonight?" Barbara joked, leaning into your ear with a soft laugh - Her voice was always soft, velvety as it carried her words with a promising purr. The smell of her perfume caught your senses, an expensive floral scent lacing her every movement and tentative breath. She was breath taking, her free hand moving under the water to find yours below the warped surface. Your fingers grazed together, intertwining slowly as you laughed along, sipping at your drink.

"What are you two schemin' over there?" Cooper asked, dropping his head to the side to eye the pair of you with a wry grin. "We know damn well you both need me in that bed," His arm was able to reach over both you and Barb's shoulders, leaning his warm weight into the pair of you. "Who would you have to steal all the covers from?" He smelled like whiskey, cologne, clashing with the subtle sweetness of Barbara's perfume and the martini on her full lips; You could melt here, between the Howard's as they teased eachother back and forth, their knowing eyes stirring over yours with the hope that you would stay with them. For however long, even if just for a moment, being between them felt more correct than anything you had ever dreamed.

[artiststarme]

Robin has a nut allergy

Just a little snippet of Robin being allergic to nuts with some Steddie on the side. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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It’s a well known fact within the Party that Robin is allergic to nuts. Whether it be because of genetics or her lesbianism that had her allergic to even being in the vicinity of nuts, male or otherwise, she was deathly allergic. And ever since an incident involving carrot cake, walnuts, and an ambulance ride to the ER, everyone knew it. 

She didn’t have an Epipen herself (they were too expensive and she’d rather die before spending $600 on something that might save her life) but Hopper now had three of them on his person at any given time. And Steve had stolen one of his emergency pens to put in the Beemer in case of emergencies. 

Either way, it had been a long time since she’s needed one and a long time since she had any sort of allergic reaction. Robin felt secure with her friends. With them, she didn’t have to check all of the ingredients on food containers or worry about one of them trying to murder her with concealed tree nuts, unlike her parents. Or so she thought. 

Because when she stepped into the Hopper-Byers’ house one afternoon on what was supposed to be her introduction to her first DnD campaign, her throat swelled shut. Within seconds she was choking, her face turning red and her eyes watering. She couldn’t breathe. 

She clawed at her throat in an effort to get air in. She vaguely felt Steve pulling her out of the doorway of his house and distantly heard him yelling at Eddie to grab something from his glove box. Meanwhile, Robin was panicking. She couldn’t get enough air in and her muscles were starting to weaken. She could feel her body fighting itself as it responded to the airborne molecules of nuts in the air. 

Her vision was tunneling and her breaths were labored by the time she felt a sharp stab in her right thigh. Immediately, the swelling in her throat started to lessen and her vision began to clear. Her chest heaved for the air it was deprived of and her ears tuned back into her surroundings. 

“C’mon Eddie, help me pick her up. We have to get her to the hospital. Let’s go!”

“Hey Stevie, calm down. She’s fine now. We’ll get her to the hospital and she’ll be okay. I’ll drive, you just hold onto Robin.”

“What even happened? She was having an allergic reaction?” She thinks that was Jonathan but she couldn’t be sure with her eyes still closed. 

“She’s allergic to nuts. Especially pecans and walnuts,” that darling voice was Will’s. She’s recognize his soft tone anywhere. 

“Oh my god! I was making pecan pie, I forgot! I feel horrible!” That was Joyce, no one else could sound so hysteric. 

The rest of the conversation escaped her as Steve and Eddie set her in the Beemer and took off towards the hospital. She nodded off in Steve’s arms in the back of the car and Eddie drive like a bat out of hell to get her help. 

When she woke up, she was resting on a hospital bed with IVs in her hands and a blanket pulled up to her chest. Night had fallen and Steve and Eddie were still by her bedside, curled up on a single chair with their limbs wrapped around each other. 

Knowing she was safe in the presence of her best friends, she let her eyes slip closed and went back to sleep. There would be apologies made in the morning and hysterical promises made but for now, she would rest in the presence of her capital P platonic soulmate and his boyfriend, her other best friend. Everything else could be dealt with later.

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[count-doodoo]

it occurs to me that if i liveblog the whole book in one thread the scrolling might drive everyone nuts. so this mess is all gonna be tagged djl liveblog.

SO. PART 1 CONT'D

(spoilers for jedi lost below the cut)

I THOUGHT THAT'S WHAT YOU WANTED. DOO DOO DOOKU. DOO DOO DOO. IDIOT. I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR.

SHOVE IT UP YOUR RECHARGE COUPLING

NO YOU WON'T!!! SIFO!!!! HE KNOWS DOOKU SO WELL

god he's such a drama queen. he's describing HIS OWN ACTIONS. and yet, he says, "without warning".

also, star wars is ridiculous. HOOPALOO.

IT'S A CHILD! (idk i cackled at that line for some reason)

also

WE USE IT TO PRACTICE AGAINST DUMMIES. LIKE YOU. OH MY GOD MAYBE IT'S GOOD HE NEVER REALLY MET OBI. we would not have survived the combined powers of their battlefield snark. fucking hells.

I ALREADY HAVE UNFORTUNATELY. OH MY GOD YOUNG DOOKU IS PRECIOUS. PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS (I AM GOING TO SHIV SHEEV)

YOU ARE ALSO HER IDIOT BROTHER WHICH MAKES THIS SO. MUCH. BETTER.

also do karkran really not eat humans. because i can 100% see young dooku just Knowing that and nonchalantly being like "huh, he's an idiot. he thinks karkran would actually eat humans!"

(cont'd)

immortalizing this here because gods will i never fully understand the dooku-surname-mononym?-idk situation. even JENZA doesn't really understand it.

either way. love this nerdy idiot who just wants to learn about his planet's history!

i love this???? his ass is so fucking dramatic. but it's so...interesting? to hear this sith lord so utterly cognizant of his own mortality. he's so keenly aware that he could have died here, and that history might have been forever changed. idk. i am having Feelings. PLUS the thoughts on everything the hall has survived, only to be brought low by the touch of a curious nerdy tween? *chef's kiss*

ONWARDS AGAIN

[kiwibirdlafayette]

I’ve keep thinking about one of your tags, specifically the “self fulfilling prophecy a display of a true role of an ianitee” and I would love for you to go into that!

if I may, I’d like to give my understanding of that and you can tell me how far off base it is.

With Redbeard it’s him thinking something will always go wrong around him whether he causes it or not. He chalks it up to his “natural unluckiness” and puts little effort to fox said issues. If we go to Capsize’s death, she gets threatened and he stands and does little to stop it. He crashes the first airship and brushes it off, he actively heavily drinks during the mission, like he for some of it causes his own misfortune.

For Jordan, it’s being alone within his faith. (This one I’m a bit shakey on cause I don’t think I have a good footing when it comes to his character.) He wants community but he does not find it with the pirates. Specifically with Capsize. Back to Capsizes death, he also doesn’t jump in to stop Furia from killing Capsize. Both Andor and Capsize end up getting imprisoned in-front of the group, although the reason why is different (to my memory) he doesn’t jump in to save either. He does find community with Andor though! But he’s now separated from him, so once again he’s alone.

Idk what Spark or Capsizes problem is, wish I did though. They probably have tons.

OH ok im sorry Im so late in responding Im gonna be honest. I completely forgot initially what I was thinking about when I made that tag but its finally come back to me ok. ok.

Basically what I think I was referring to in the concept of a 'self fufilling propechy; filling the role of an ianitee" is the kind of idea that champions of Ianite, or gods in general are tied to their deity in not just a follower kind of way, but like in a metaphysical manner- like where the principle of whomever they end up following are somewhat built into their characterization, and in the way worked into the fibers of their soul. Its present with the other gods/followers but its really interesting with the ianitees I think.

It may not necessarily be intentional or conscious on the part of the follower but essentially their morals, actions and the foundations of relationships are centered around what aspects the god stands for, and sort of act like a compass for them. So like in Capsize's case, I had interpreted Cat's post as like even though Capsize was born the "luckier" of the twins- aside from her name being that of a literal disaster- a lot of her actions to me take on a very heavy kine selflessness, putting herself at risk for like Red, doing things that would put her in a place of misfortune almost as a protective maneuver for others which I could almost call to be her fatal flaw. She has to be balanced in nature somehow to counter feeling like she's stolen Red's luck (from Cat's post, that line is driving me nuts in the best way), and that's how she does it.

And like, what you were saying with Jordan, his seeking of balance comes in surface level playing mediator between Tom and Tucker but like in a subconscious way (at least how i interpret it haha) its more got to do with yeah, like community. Jordan, as a character to me is very tied to the idea of home/closeness/familiarity, which ties into the lighthouse metaphor I like to cite between him and Tom (essay for another day before I go on yet another tangent), and his evolving relationship with the others over the course of the series. He, by nature is really drawn to carving his own path (i mean the man fully invents his own ass god) and has like an ambition that tends to isolate him from others (I haven't forgotten jokes in other SMPs about his house always being so far away from everyone else) but what he really craves, in needing to adhere to some kind of balance is closeness, a safe familiar place to rest his head, a lack of separation that he always ends up wanting to fully lean towards, but because of this balance thing- he can't have all of one or the other.

Spark I think follows a similar pattern to Jordan, and as a result as do Andor and Martha (albeit in different ways I'll try to speak on but I don't spend much time with their characters aside from the fact that especially in Ruxomar where Ianitees are kind of othered (cough queer metaphor, this is not an original thought but it makes so much sense) that to counter this oppression of their beliefs they too seek out community which is why Andor and Jordan get on so well.

Because Spark grew up with something different and we don't get much canoncially of him, its a little harder to analyze him, but if I had to give it a guess, I think his is moreso like he falls between two worlds in being the s/o of a literal goddess, that he feels an obligation to act as a mediator (as Jordan is), but rather between his two brothers-in-law, but instead between that of the immortal and mortal worlds, where like Capsize carries with him a protective nature to make them feel more in alignment. Essentially, in someway or another, giving agency and power to the mortal world and making the immortal world feel less distant and understandable/attuned to those who they rule. But its less a burden he chooses to carry, like a i must take control to bring this balance, and more a internal kind of responsibility to maintain his connections between both worlds, to keep himself together.

And Red, gods Red m8, I haven't dug too deep into him but I really like your take on him! Someone who I think is a really good example of how his unluckiness, rather than being something that unconsciously he wants to correct to find an internalized balance, instead has found a certain apathy to the notion that he was supposed to be the unlucky side of the twins, that i could almost say mans like found a neutral ground that way; sitting on a middle ground of having neither fortunate nor an unfortunate influence on the way things happen because either way he feels he'll only worsen it which. idk about you but Ouch That Hurts. Like he wants to strive for finding balance in having some type of influence of fortune, but its so out of reach he chooses instead to take a role of inaction

GAHHH theres so much brainrot that can come from this. I will be thinking about this forever. i hope i didnt fully just do the horribly misinterprets the characters LMAO any way. thank you for this

It eez what it eez TLDR; Ianitees come into the realm with an almost pre-determined alignment long before they consciously are aware of the goddess, a kind of self-fulflling that drives a lot of their emotional-moral compass in seeking a balance within them that gives them a role and purpose in the fabric of their characterization and relationships with others

[sleepy-achilles]

The Family of Destruction- Clean Break

The title is quite literal. I made a fake insta thread about Leon breaking his arm but never truly went into details so. Surprise

Lmao crying my eyes out because I did not mean to post this at all, it's not finished but luckily for me it seems like it's finished so, imma pretend it is.

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Leon was a wrestler. He was a good one at that, I mean, his parents are the undertaker and heartbreak kid. Of course he's good. He had a pretty neat streak of his own going aswell. Undefeated. Never lost a single match. So when Leon doesn't turn up on raw not only are fans disappointed but also scared. Scared that vince had threatened this Undefeated streak and Leon walked out.

This was infact, not the case.

Leon, despite being a wrestler, has only ever got injured in the ring once and that was when he was fighting his Uncle Hunter. Which is a long complicated story for another day.

Leon actually broke his arm, a clean break at that, trying to impress his already impressed boyfriend, Drew Mcintyre. It was stupid, Leon knows that, well, he does after his Papa and Father have ago at him about it. But still, Leon just had to give it a shot. I mean, it's not every day a demon from texas is put in snow and ice.

Which, drew should of know meant he couldn't ice skate or slay to save his life. Leon's arm took its first bump on the ice when Leon landed on it awkwardly a few times. It stung and throbbed but Leon just assumed that was normal. And then, stupid lil Lee, decided he needed to impress his boyfriend with his non-existing snowboarding skills which ended with him catching his arm on a tree with a very loud crack that he at the time thought was the tree.

It's not until Leon got too drew and drew checked him, and shortly began freaking out, that Leon realised he had a problem. The problem being his forearm acting as if it was now his elbow.

"Oh...thats bad..." Leon whispers. "Bad?! Leon you've broken your arm!" "Oh god we have to defend the tag belts tomorrow..." "tag belts?! Leon your arm! Is broken!" Drew would yelp before dragging him off to the hosptial.

If you asked Leon, shawn was more upset he couldn't goto get ice cream than he was about Leon's arm being casted up.

"Why would you do something so stupid?" Taker asks. "My baby's broke his first bone.." Shawn whispers. Both men ignore him. "I just wanted to make him laugh..I didn't think much of it.." Leon sighs resting his head against the pillow. "When can we sign him out? My finger hurts" cassie pouts. They had drew attached to the heart monitor but the moment taker entered it went nuts, so they had to switch to cassie. "The doctors did tests after I explained he fell on the ice first. They think he's concussed" drew admits. "Hes a fucking idiot" Taker snaps. Leon frowns. "You told me to try human things. To try being more human. I tried.." Leon whispers. Taker sighs. "I know, but you have to be careful. Your tag champ, you cannot have this" Taker states. "Ah that's where he gets it from" drew mutters. Cassie smirks and nods, already knowing Leon was more concerned about the belts. "Taker! He's broken his arm!" Shawn tuts hitting takers chest. "By being an idiot! I cannot feel sorry for him when he's the one who caused it. And a clean break? You couldn't just fracture or sprain it? You had to snap that shit in half?" Taker asks.

"Sorry, next time I'll try harder to only sprain it" Leon snaps. "There will be no next time! Both of you stop it!" Shawn groans. "At least my arm injury wasn't my own fault" Taker mutters. "Live a little old man. It's fun" Leon whispers.

"So...was it actually bent like an L?" Cassie asks, trying to break the awkward silence. Instead she gets everyone looking at her. "Just wanted to know" she frowns looking down.

Drew would soon discover this arm injury was more burden than good. Leon was driving him and himself insane. Leon did not like being told he couldn't fight. So...drew decided to atleast get them both back at work.

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"If you even swing for anyone-" "I know you'll have me off for longer" Leon pouts. "Im serious Lee. The faster it heals the faster we can fight. Vince has only agreed because fans need to see the tag champs still" drew sighs. Leon frowns and looks down at his casted up arm. "Whats the story for the arm?" Sheamus calls running over. "The true story or the one hunter gave him?" Drew asks. "Which one is cooler?" Sheamus asks. "Hunters." Leon sighs. "Seriously?" Sheamus asks wide eyed. "Yep, according to hunter, he got in a bike accident, meaning not only are we not allowed to use his bike to enter but he's not allowed on a bike outside of work either" drew states. "So how stupid was the actual accident?" Sheamus questions. Drew find it adorable the way his cheeks heat up. "Snowboarding. And ice skating. We think the real damage was done when he fell ice skating and hitting his arm against a tree snowboarding just, you know, broke the ice." Drew explains.

Sheamus can't stop himself from laughing. Leon frowns and shoves sheamus with his good arm. "Its not funny! And you cannot tell anyone!" Leon whines. "Oh so telling everyone!" Sheamus yells. "Drew!" Leon protests. "Im surrounded by actual children." Drew whispers.

[cloudd-nyne]

3, 7, and 1

Skdkkwdkkek oh boy this ask game is gonna be FUN♡

1. The Character Everyone Gets Wrong

I wanted to be different and cool with this one and not pick one of the blorbos but god listen i have so many feelings about Sunny.

Hes a fantastically well written Character and i see so many people just utterly miss the POINT with him so hard it hurts me.

Like barely anyone actually addresses the fact that this kid has some DEEP issues that go beyond what we see in the main plot.

He often feels boiled down to "uwu sad baby cat cant do anything for himself uwu" and it drives me nuts.

Like i have a whole eassy in one of my discords about how hes dealing with repressed anger and violent thoughts and complete emotional relapse like aaaaah god i love him

(Dont ask for my essay on Zenitsu We'd be here all day LOL)

3. Screenshot Or Description Of The Worst Take You've Seen On Tumblr

Oh my GOD theres been quite a few honestly, but to this day one that still BOGGLES my mind was someone going on a rant in the precure tag about an implied crush/couple who had a 2 year age gap. They were going off about how gross and bad it was. Two. Years.

On that same note there was a decently popular blog for a MHA ship (wont say who not tryin to start shit) but they refused to consider the allmight/eraserhead ship due to the "problematic age gap"

Ah yes. The problematic age gap,,,,where the YOUNGER of the two is in his 30s,,,,

Literally the most terminally online takes I've literally ever they both made my brain wanna melt

(This was someone who was also calling BTS a cult and spewing a bunch of super racist shit about them, so like am i shocked? No lmfao)

7. What Character Did You Begin to Hate Not Because of Canon, But Because of How The Fandom acts About Them?

Well i went into kny already disliking uzui bc of the fandom, but eventually warmed up to him (ty to my lovely friends who have correct opinions about him LOL♡)

But in terms of "they were fine until i saw the fandom for them" theres a few. Mainly Senjuro (kny) and Basil (omori)

I wont go into huge detail bc im not looking to send people hate or make people who enjoy them feel bad, thats not my style and its frankly a shitty thing to do to people. (Purposefully make them feel bad for enjoying things, i mean.) but yeah frankly i do not care much for either character and both are purely bc of my interactions with their fans.

[prime-pulse]

Westwood Village looks really interesting! If you’re okay with it, what’s the basic plot, or who are the main characters? What does the player character do, who are they?

WAAA thank you!!! I’ll put the main characters (so far, I have about 4 more in the works I haven’t drawn/named yet) beneath a read more because theres quite a few, but I’ll give a basic plot synopsis!!

You are from the bustling trading city of Woodlock Roe, a city situated on the rocky shores and mountains of the Sundering Abyss Sea. Convicted of a crime you did— or didn’t— commit, you have been exiled from the city and sent into the vast Abyssal Forest; essentially a death sentence without being officially stated as one.

Fighting you way through the forest, facing creatures you have only heard of in legends and from the mouths of drunk mercenaries, clinging onto the sliver of life you have left— you are saved by a young hunter, who brings you back to his village within the woods, a village you had never heard of until that moment, Westwood Village.

The game would center around you deciding the fate of Westwood Village, most being exiled, or the children of exiled individuals, also from Woodlock Roe. Dark forces seek to destroy the village, the only thing keeping them from targeting Woodlock Roe for reasons you don’t know— it is up to you if you let them, help them, or stop them. You’d be able to form relationships with any of the townsfolk (hence them all being listed as main characters despite only a certain number of individuals coming to your aid depending on your relationship with them), romantic or platonic, through their own mini-arcs between main plot "chapters"! The game would be an adventure/horror game with some RPG elements, largely impacted by how you treat the characters around you.

Viktor Marley | He/They/It | A young hunter who comes to your aid when you need it most. He runs the local butcher and tanning shop, and usually prefers to keep to himself and hide away in his shack outside the village. He wears a sack over his head, and almost never has any skin revealed.

Nau Beau | They/He/She | A clown who is one of the ex-mayor's sons, preforming every afternoon and every night for the citizens of Westwood Village— throwing fire and jumping through hoops, theres virtually nothing they can’t do! They’re sarcastic and prone to making jokes with an up-beat attitude in costume, however out of costume, they tend to be a bit irritable and cranky— of course, still with their charming wit and sarcasm. They have a niche interest in taxidermy when out of costume, and work hand-in-hand with Viktor to produce life-like taxidermy for the school and doctor in town.

Thatch "Jameson" Beau | He/Him | Son of the ex-mayor, he has lived a lavish life in one of the more well-build houses in the village. He often spends his days at the local inn-tavern, trying to woo visiting mercenaries with his untruthful stories of heroism and adventure. He’s often found squabbling with his sibling when they’re not drinking together, or helping the current mayor keep the town in check. There’s always a glint of caution in his eye.

Matir Rook | It/They/He | It goes into the mountains twice monthly and brings back freshly carved ice for everyone in the village. It does not speak, and instead communicates either through grunts, sign, or paper and ink. Often times, when looking for it, you can’t find it— but sometimes, when you aren’t, it finds you. It can often be found, when not working, at the schoolhouse helping ambitious children climb trees.

Mayor Rheikan Flora | He/She | Having been working tirelessly and nearly thanklessly for the last decade trying to contact Woodlock Roe and keep the village in order, Mayor Flora stands as the only person of government within the village. He is in charge of ruling all squabbles, approving all building plans, approving all marriages— it’s hard work. He’s often found in the mayor's office (his home); except for when it rains. When it rains, he’s often found wandering the streets under his umbrella, cigar in shaky hand.

Dreidiel Malchester | He/They | A priest rather open about being exiled from Woodlock Roe for scamming the government out of tens of thousands, Dreidiel is mainly in charge of officiating weddings and blessing the village bi-weekly to keep whatever lurks outside of it at bay. Having no sermons, or church— not that he ever took that life seriously— he's often found watching one of Nau's performances, helping out at the local school, or being kicked out of the mayor's home for trying to proposition yet another faulty business within the village. He’s never seen without a smile.

Unnamed | She/They | Running the local clinic of Westwood is a hard job, one ran without smiles or patience. It’s a dangerous place to live, and there’s always someone hurt— ??? is the doctor of the village; she's stern and sarcastic, but in a way that makes your heart warm. She may chew you out while bandaging your leg for the third time this week, but she always finishes the wrapping with a bow. Her arms are almost always folded, and you can see the muscle definition from whatever life she lived before.

Unnamed | She/Her | The local tailor of the village, ??? makes sure everyone is walking around in something not sore to the eye. She works with Viktor in obtaining furs, leather, or wool for her work, farming cotton herself on her property above the village. Her prices are always affordable, even for the most beautiful garment, because she prefers everyone look presentable and her be modest than only a few look stunning and she be rich. She’s almost always fidgeting with something in her hands.

Unnamed | They/Them | ??? is the village school teacher, mild-mannered and polite with a bit of a temper. They work well with keeping the children well-behaved and safe in the village, teaching them all they’ll need to know and much more. When school's out, they’re often found at the local inn-tavern with a drink while grading papers, or they’re found by the river studying the local wildlife. Their arms are covered in tattoos resembling serpents, tracking up all the way to their neck.

Unnamed | She/It | i have nothing written on her yet but she’s in charge of the inn-tavern

[txdxsh1]

RANDOM HEADCANONS OF THE KARASUNO FIRST YEARS I HAVE !!

genre: CRACK oh my god

authors note: i genuinely hope you guys like these cause it was so much to make hahaha

they share a spotify family plan

whenever they go to tsukishimas house to study, they all simp so hard for his mom, calling her a milf and shit-

meanwhile yams has a crush on akiteru HAHA

yes i believe in bi yamaguchi

they have contests to see who can tie their shoes the fastest

tsukishima and yamaguchi go to the library so often that the librarian knows their names

yamaguchi and hinata play just dance when they’re bored

kageyama screams randomly when he feels overwhelmed

they all SUCK at skateboarding HAHAHAH

like they literally go to the skate park and all end up just eating shit

they get better at riding in their second year tho :)

they all simultaneously had a david bowie phase

like i said in this post, they definitely make deez nuts jokes

kageyama: hey tsukishima, what band sings that one song called believer?

tsukishima: imagine dragons you idio-

yamaguchi: IMAGINE DRAGGIN DEEZ NUTS ACROSS YOUR FACE

of course your mom jokes are also very common

they went to play laser tag for yamaguchis 17th birthday and it was …… eventful

they all LOVE star wars

tsukishima and yamaguchi play rock paper scissors whenever they’re bored and have been keeping score for YEARS

hinata and kageyama truly cannot cook a single meal (not because they don’t know how, they’re just so bad at it)

oh my god they have a group chat and it’s … definitely something

it probably consists of them yelling at each other, reminders for practice, memes/tiktoks, talking shit, and so much more oh god

they play video games together and are on voice chat while they play

let’s just say a lot of vulgar language is used

tell me why yamaguchi straight up trips on literal air like all the time

tsukishima is scared of rollarcoasters but just says they give him a headache as an excuse

they get into arguments over the most stupid things and they continue the arguments into practice until daichi yells at them LMAOO

oh god can you imagine them on a 4-way facetime call ??

you can’t tell me they don’t have a minecraft server

they have a shared playlist and it’s a mess and like 50+ hours long

i’d like to think that tsukishima was the first one to learn how to drive which, in turn, means that the group begs him to take them places

daichi definitely forces them to do group bonding so they have a sleepover

they end up going to 7/11 at 3am and they all have way too much energy (except tsukishima who just desperately wants to go to bed)

kageyama can hold a handstand for an extremely long amount of time

tsukishima will avidly pretend he does not see hinata since he’s not in his line of vision LMAO

yamaguchi and kageyama live pretty close to each other so sometimes they’ll go on walks or go get snacks and sit on the curb

hinata gets songs stuck in his head all the time and by the end of practice, everyone has it stuck in their head too (and it’s always the most ridiculous songs lol)

cue everyone at practice mumbling the backyardigans theme song lmaoooo

yamaguchi is so accident prone like this boy gets bruises and cuts so often

kageyama likes feeding ducks at the park

they’re all double jointed

tsukishima and yamaguchi LOVE going to the movies and sometimes will purposely go see bad ones so they can laugh

they all like playing uno but get so competitive for absolutely no reason HAHA

yamaguchi owns a record player and whenever one of the other boys comes over, they ask him to play something on it

i feel like they can all play at least one instrument

they trip each other in the hallways and it’s SO FUCKING FUNNY

[glitchviper]

Incorrect Quotes with Class 1-X (Part 2)

I'm not tagging anyone this time if it finds you, it does. If it doesn't, it doesn't. But everyone is featured at least once. Also, as always with these things some of these are horrendously out of character but also funny so does it really matter

Hibiki and Makoto: AAAAAAAHHHHH

Makoto: We’re d-d-driving in a CAR!!!

Hibiki: Destination, drug dealers, BARS!!!

Makoto: Pass the mic right over to Carlos- We forgot Carlos!

Hibiki: But we can’t turn back cause we’ve gone to farlos!

Makoto: We have to turn back though, we can’t just leave him. It was a good rhyme though.

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Burai: Hey do you guys want to see me stuff 20 marshmallows in my mouth

Moa: You are a hazard to society

Aito: And a coward, do 20!

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Akihiko: Tamashi!

Tamashi: You did this! You’ll do anything to win. My ankle! My moment!

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Tsumi: You need to find a healthy way to express your feelings to your classmates

Moa: Yes the feelings: hot, cold, hungry-

Tsumi: No! Feelings like anger, remind you of anyone?

Moa: Nope!

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Amorette: This is stupid we should have just gotten the dn happy meal?

Tai: W-w-what? The dn? What’s the dn?

Amorette: :)

Tai: WHAT! What’s the dn?!?

Amorette: DEEZ NUTS!!!

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Kiku: I am the grim reaper and I am here to take your- are you playing candy land?

Kiku: Can I join?

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Michiko: Where’s Rin?

Rin waking up in a cold sweat in her room: *gasp* What year is it?

Jiro: She’s probably just late

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Akihiko: So fast, she must be laser-focused in right now. There’s nothing else on her mind other than winning this match

Suyime, singing in head: Life is like a hurricane, here in duckburg!

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Sato: Where’s Jetsam?

Jimin: He’s probably in his dorm getting ready so he can be the *in a mocking Jetsam voice* prettiest boy at the party

Jetsam looking in the mirror: I’m going to be the prettiest boy at the party

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Burai: What are you, a bunch of quitters? Sure we can’t understand Amorette, but did we ever?

Amorette: Hey!

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Michi: What is your greatest wish?

Jimin: I just wanna punch god in the face

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Tamashi: Sato-sensei how are babies made?

Sato: Well you see in world war 2…

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Jiro: Ok, ok, ok. Tsumi, I dare you-

Hiroharu: Tsumi isn’t allowed to accept dares

Tsumi: Apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety'

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Ayume: If your parents think you're dumb, then they must not know what dumb really is.

Carlos: But don't they watch television

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Makoto: I thought you were dead!

Moa: No I was just down here having a nap. What the fuck is going on?

Makoto: You were very still.

Moa: I'm a very sound sleeper. Sorry! You thought I was *dead* and instead of calling for help or getting an ambulance, you got someone to dress up as an oversized version of me-

Carlos: nervous sweating

Moa: and started singing fucking show tunes!!!

Makoto: the show must go on

Moa: oh this is bullshit

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Jetsam: Can I make you some tea?

Tsumi: Uhh yeah sure

Jetsam: Alright we have green tea, detox, and shamamalay

Tsumi: What did you call it?

Jetsam: ... sh-shamamalay

Tsumi: It's chamomile

Jetsam:

Tsumi:

Jetsam: Wait! WAIT!

Tsumi: I texted everyone!

Jetsam: NOOOOOOOO!!!

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Hiroharu: Listen, everyone. While Sato-sensei is out, I have been put in charge. Which means, Ayume, I order you to throw out that gingerbread house. It's from Christmas

Ayume: Fine. But you're gonna be leaving a lotta bugs with no home.

[lilypixels]

Izzy’s Dag-Dag The Artist… Tag

By @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

~ Rules ~

Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else’s picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don’t be a dick that’s it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don’t want to answer a question for any reason just don’t vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna! Also make sure you tag me and use #dagdagtheartisttag so I can see it!!!!!!!!

This is a bit long so i’m just gonna...

~Questions~

1.) Do you prefer to be referred to by your name or blog name? Both are fine! I don’t care much about what people refer to me as in general and have had someone on here call me lily once

2.) Where are you from? I won’t say exact, but I live in the middle of USA (I can’t wait to move-)

3.) Do you have pets? 👀 Yes! 3 dogs and 2 cats, tho only one cat is truly “mine”

4.) Tell us about your “dream”. uhh like where I want to be in life? what I want to do? um I’m still working on the exact job title, but I wish to do research at a natural history/science museum (sorta like archives or collections manager, but neither of those are quite right i think). Otherwise, I just hope to adopt and even foster kids cause my life would not be complete without little ones :3 (spouse/partner optional lol) 

5.) Aside from art, what are your hobbies? Randomly researching things that grasp my attention, games...lots of games, reading, watching tv, coloring (wait does that count as art-), uhhh spacing out

6. )Does anyone irl know about your blog? yeah, but mostly just know about, not like see my posts i guess

7.)Do you know anyone from your blog irl? not outside of just chatting on discord

8.) What are some fun facts about you? I’ve had some poems published before (it was with entering a poetry contest), I have surprisingly good balance, my brain is not properly awake/functioning until 10am which has led to me almost using soap as toothpaste a few times too many, I have a birthmark on my finger (bonus: it sorta changes color/how noticeable it is depending on how hot or cold I am lol, i call it a mini thermometer cause of this), apparently Lion King was my Disney movie obsession as a kid...oh and I have a certificate in cryptozoology lolz

9.) What’s your day job? i work as a private nanny/glorified babysitter (i don’t live with them or drive but work regular hours through week and as needed; even join the occasional vacation with them)

10.) Do you have a celebrity look alike? i don’t think so; a girl in high school once said I look like Cameron Diaz tho-

11.) What’s your aesthetic? for my blog I think it’s becoming like dark academia meets cottage core?? idk for myself...who knows

12.) What kind of artist are you? the tired kind lol

13.) How did you get into your form of art? if we’re looking at sims, uhhh well I just happened to learn about cc one day, then happened upon simblr, saw edits, and thought I’d give a try cause I can’t draw but I need a creative outlet so this worked for me

14.) What do you watch/listen/read/anything else while you create? if I do anything, its listen to music; music is generally random based on what I feel like but more recently its been 2d anime groups (idolish7, hypnosis mic, etc)

15.) What is your favorite of your own creations so far?  lets see...this, this, and this edit wise I think

16.) How would you describe your art style? idk chaos

17.) What is more satisfying to you coloring or outlining? coloring, I like coloring 

18.) What meme would you use to describe yourself?

19.) What character from any media form do you most identify with? oh gosh uhhhh there’s a few but I’ll say Iori and Sogo from Idolish7 since they come to mind first lol. Iori is a fellow aquarius who hides his interests and agonizes over past slipups even a year later, others have legit moved on but he’s still stuck on it (that was true moment I was like “omg you are aquarius” lol cause yeah meee). Sogo i heavily relate to as well cause he’s,,,very nice and hides his own feelings, putting others before himself (but when right buttons get pushed, he can be scary lol) so yeah, those two

20.) If you were on the run, what would you change your name to? I’ve never thought of this...no clue

21.) Have you ever or do you want to change blog names? I have changed names, yes; I used to be silverine-sims but after a time i didn’t ~vibe~ with it

22.) God forbid Tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and lets us have page songs, what song would you choose?  page songs like adding playlist to blog? i mean its possible already with bit of coding and I used to have one set up but uh one song huh? gosh um I guess Twisted Hearts by tasuku hatanaka; it was op for Moriarty the Patriot s2 and I’m pretty obsessed with it rn 

23.) Oh yeah, I’m still on the MySpace train and I’m starting discourse! Who’s your top 8? my brain refuses to think and rank; i have trouble with choices and that extends to favorites,,

24.) Did you understand those references or did you have to look them up? (I’m fully aware I’m ancient, but are you?) i know of myspace but otherwise i have no clue what all it entailed

25.) One last question; why are you like that? I grew up watching Secret Saturdays, He-Man, Teen Titans, Danny Phantom, and Spongebob idk what to tell ya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dag dag?

Now tag tag!!!

I know not all of you will do this or was tagged by izzy already but I’m tagging everyone I can think of anyway-

@cyansimblr @neriney @lunchsims @waysims @klayde @sinfulwunders @void-imp @ladykendalsims @lazysunjade @almost-spring @smolteabirb @lunaziie @clumsyghostie​ and uh uh anyone else cause its too early and my brain just quit

[myhockeyworld87]

Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 36

Word Count: 2,529

POV: Readed

Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW

Notes: So I didn’t get a chance to work on NSDL but I did get to finish this one, so I hope you guys enjoy it. I know it’s been a minute since I’ve put out a chapter on this, but I haven’t forgot about this little family. Happy Reading!!!

Nervous Regrets Masterlist

It seemed like everyday Jace grew a little bit more though you never admitted that to Tyler, for he thought he was missing out when he was on the road. Jace was Tyler's pride and joy, not that he wasn't yours but there was just this visible change in your husband when he was around your son. Tyler had always been this carefree and loving guy, and he was still that, but now there was this fierce protectiveness for both you and Jace; especially since the Instagram incident. He was extremely careful of anything he posted, even though you told him it wasn't necessary and really only put up one other picture of Jace when he turned a month old.

 What surprised you most was how helpful he was, getting up at all hours of the night with you, even though you told him not too. He needed his rest especially with playoffs coming up, but Tyler would say he wanted to change his diaper and who were you to argue with that. You were grateful for the help and you knew that he wanted those extra minutes with Jace. You'd caught him more than once having a private chat with your son and your heart just melted.

 It was six weeks after Jace's birth and you were finally ready to take him to a game. Tyler had another road trip coming up the last long one of the season that was seven days and you knew that taking Jace to one of the home games would make him happy. True to his word, Ty got you a private box, it was one of the smaller ones which was fine and you called Jenna and Andrea, as well as a few of the other women, to see if they wanted to join you. Tyler rode with Jamie so that he could take both you and Jace home afterward.

 You picked Jenna up and she rode in the back with Jace. "Oh my god (Y/N), he looks freaking adorable." Jace had on his Seguin Daddy jersey, though you knew Jenna couldn't see the daddy part at the moment. In the couple weeks since you took him to practice, he'd gained a little weight and while the jersey was still a little big it fit much better.

 "I think Tyler would kill me if he didn't have that on. I just hope he doesn't spit up on it before the game is over."

 "You could always take it off for a bit after everyone sees it of course. Then put it back on before we go down to see the guys."

 "Perfect, though I hope he'll be warm enough." You tried to pack everything that you thought you'd need, but you never know.

 "Well from the look at his baby bag, you've got more than enough." Jenna was right, of course.

 You pulled into the reserved parking for family and entered the arena in the private entrance, avoiding all the crowds. Once you were safely ensconced in the box, you pulled the blanket off of Jace's car carrier. You'd shielded him from prying eyes just in case anyone would recognize the two of you. The three of you were the first ones there but it didn't take long for the other ladies to arrive. Andrea brought Ben Jr. with her and there was a cute photo session of the two little boys in their jerseys. Ben kept grabbing at Jace, who had no idea what to do when Ben's little hands would touch his. It was all so adorable.

 As the guys came out for warmups you saw Tyler's head immediately look up to your box and search the two of you out. You had been standing back a bit, but walked down to the front seats of the box, so Tyler could see his son. His face instantly lit up and you moved Jace to your shoulder so that Tyler could see the ninety-one and daddy on the back of Jace's Jersey. The smile on Ty's face grew even wider and you saw him nudge Jamie and point up to the box. As if on cue, the jumbotron switched to you and Jace, as well as Andrea and Ben, and you heard a collective 'Aww' from the crowd that was gathered there. You felt a modicum of comfort in the fact that Ben's little boy was up there with yours and you weren't in this by yourself. It stayed on the two of you for a minute, well really it was more about the babies then you or Andrea, but you breathed a sigh of relief when the shot finally went back to the players on the ice.

 Jenna came down then with Jace's headphones as the music got louder and you wanted to protect his little ears. He absolutely hated them on and started crying loudly, which had you taking him back to the interior of the box. "Aww, he really hates those doesn't he?" Alandra asked.

 "Yeah, he's not a happy camper at the moment." You tried bouncing him and rocking him back and forth in your arms but nothing was really working. "Could you hand me his pacifier?" Alandra searched your bag; it took a bit and you almost had a panic attack thinking you forgot it when she finally found it. He quieted after a few minutes, his lids growing heavy the longer he sucked on it and you silently chuckled thinking he was kind of like his dad; temperamental until at times until his mouth was on your breasts.

 The game started and Jace slept through most of the first and second periods, which meant that he was sleeping through two of Tyler's assists and his delay of game penalty.  At intermission time all the girls grabbed pictures with Jace and Ben, and you took one big group picture, which Alandra posted and tagged is as #babesandbabies. It was so incredibly adorable and you clicked the like button immediately. Jace did wake up for the third, where Tyler was able to rack up two more assists both on Radulov's goals. As the period neared the end, you put Jace in the car carrier so you could go down and see Ty after the game.

 Jace was wide awake when all the guys came out and of course, they made a fuss over both the kids. "There's daddy's boy," Tyler said as he kissed you then grabbed the carrier, so he could coo over the baby. "Did you have fun, buddy? Were you good for mommy?"

 "Well, he wasn't nuts about the headphones at first. We're going to have to start wearing them a little bit at home, just to get used to them." You told Tyler as the two of you started to head out to the car. "Why don't you sit back with him this time and I'll drive. He's pretty awake right now, doubt he'll fall asleep before we get home." Tyler sat in the back and your two boys chatted the whole way home.

 "Did you see Uncle Rads' goals that daddy assisted with?" Jace would coo at the sound of Tyler's voice. "I know buddy, daddy got the third star tonight all because you were there to cheer him on." You swear Tyler put in that part so that you and Jace would come to the games more often, which you already decided you'd be at every home game of the playoffs. If Jace would go, you weren't entirely sure just yet, but he would be there at some of them.

 Traffic wasn't that bad and you made it home in no time, Jace still awake though, you knew it was only because he needed to be fed soon. You all piled into the house, Tyler taking Jace so that you could play with the dogs a few minutes before feeding Jace. "Sorry about the jumbotron babe, I'll try and remember to tell them next time to not put you guys on."

 "It wasn't so bad with Andrea being there. Though I will say I'm a bit nervous about sitting in the family section, but the girls said they'll help out with him if he gets fussy."

 "Does this mean you're going to come to the game on Thursday?" There were still two more home games before the Stars roadie happened and you were sure your husband would try his damnedest to get you both there.

 "Maybe, we'll see how he does with the headphones tomorrow around the house and then go from there."

 Tyler came over to where you were burping Jace and bent down to the baby. "You're going to do great with them tomorrow, right bud?" Jace's little head bobbed on your shoulder and Tyler took that for a good sign.

  It wasn't long after that and Jace was sound asleep as you and Tyler crawled into bed, Jace now sleeping in the nursery for the last week, with the dogs guarding him. Even Gerry had taken up a spot under the crib; leaving you and Tyler alone in the master bedroom. Tyler pulled you close to him, his hands sliding up and down your back as he kissed you. Just as it started to get heated, he pulled away. "Don't stop Ty."

 "But babe," he mumbled looking at you with a pained expression on his face.

 "It's ok Ty. I had my checkup today and we're cleared for everything."

 He looked you in the eye as if to make sure you were telling the truth. "I knew you had an appointment but didn't realize it was for that. Like you're sure it's ok? I don't want to hurt you."

 "Just go slow."

 "I will babe, just say the word and I'll stop." You nodded then went back to kissing Tyler. Your body felt slightly different as Tyler's hands roamed up and down it, and you chalked it up to the fact that the last time you had sex you also had an almost seven-pound human growing inside you. Now you could feel Tyler growing hard against you, where you hadn't felt that in months. His hands tweaked your nipples which were sensitive to his touch and you were a bit freaked out when you let yourself think about the fact that you just fed Jace, but then Tyler's hand stole down to cup your core and those thoughts evaporated. His fingers circled your clit outside your panties and you moaned into his mouth. It wasn't long before you felt yourself grow wet with anticipation of what was to come. You reached between your bodies to fondle Ty's cock through his boxers, letting your hand sneak inside so that you could feel his hard length. He hissed out his pleasure as you pumped him with your hand. The last couple of days when he'd been home you'd given him blow jobs now that Jace wasn't sleeping in your room, but you were excited to have him inside you.

 He pulled your panties off you and threw them somewhere in the bedroom, fingers running between your folds as your moans grew louder and louder. Tyler always knew how to get your body excited, something he didn't forget during this six-week hiatus. His lips ghosted down your stomach, which was almost back to normal before they settled on your clit. He flicked and sucked it with his tongue as your body thrashed around on the bed. Carefully he slid one finger inside your wet pussy. "You ok baby?"

 "Yes…Ty…keep doing that." You said breathily and he started to pump that finger in and out of your body while sucking on your clit. It didn't take long for your climax to hit. You'd been so keyed up for this moment that just a few strokes from him and your toes were curling as you screamed out his name. "Fuck Tyler that felt so good."

 "I missed that so much." He told you as he crawled up the bed to hover over you. You spread your legs a little wider, as he settled between them. "Tell me if it hurts." You nodded and tensed slightly as he lined himself up with your center. He must have sensed your hesitation for his mouth was on yours in seconds, kissing away any tension that you held in your body. The head of his cock nudged your folds and it felt a bit foreign as he entered you. Almost as if it was your first time together instead of what was probably your millionth. He went slow, letting you adjust to every inch until he was fully engulfed in your warmth. There was this familiar stretch once he was inside you and it felt wonderful. His brown eyes looked into yours and all you could see was love in them but yet you knew he was holding back, wanting this to be good for you. "You ok?"

 "Yeah…but Ty…" you breathed out and he looked at you all concerned. "Please move." He chuckled, the vibrations going through your body before he carefully slid out just leaving the head inside you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him back inside you and the two of you started to build a rhythm. His mouth was on yours kissing and swallow each of your moans.

 When your nails bit into his flesh, he groaned at the feeling. "Fuck baby, I'm so close." You were too, and you clutched at him holding him close as he thrust inside you.

 "Yes…Ty…yes," you moaned out as your legs started to tremble, the orgasm crashing over you. Your back arched as the euphoric pleasure of your climax took control of you and you spasmed around Ty's cock as he spilled deep inside of you, calling out your name. His arms shook with the force of his climax and even with all his upper body strength, you saw it took everything in him not to collapse on top of you. Instead, he rolled you both onto your sides; his cock still inside you.

 "Damn (Y/N), that was amazing." He pecked your lips quickly before pulling back to look at you.

 "Well, maybe we should wait six weeks before we do it again."

 "Why? Did I hurt you?" A giggle escaped your lips as you were only teasing him, but the look of concern on his face had you sobering quickly.

 "Ty, I swear I'm fine. I was just teasing you. There's no reason to wait another six weeks." You took your hand and cupped his cheek. "In fact, we should probably do that again." The fact that you both yawn at that exact moment wasn't lost on either of you.

 "Round two, in the morning?" He asked, swinging your leg over the top of his hip as he drew you closer to him. "I love you baby; now, let's get some sleep before Jace wakes up."

 "I love you too, Ty." It wasn't long after that, that you fell blissfully asleep unaware of the comment left on Alandra's Instagram post or the direct message that had just been sent to you.

[jawritter]

Challenge Accepted..

Requested: ok so here is a request(IDK if you do these)(also it’s smut) so dean talks about how good he is in the bedroom and the reader says something along the lines like “I bet you can’t make me come” Dean challenges this. In the bedroom and you know they do the dirty or whatever. Dean edges her and edges her and just when the reader had enough of the teasing Dean finally takes her over her edge and the reader is left with the hottest shaking orgasm ever. I hope this makes sense! ❤️ur stories!!

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Angst, Light Bondage, Blindfolding, Oral (female receiving), Angst, Dean being a cocky, sexy little ass. (yes that’s a warning.) Language probably somewhere. I think that’s it.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2573

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this one! As always all mistakes are mine! Please don’t copy my work! If you want to be added to my tag list feel free to ask! Feedback is golden! Share, Like, and comment! You guys are awesome!!

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“I’m telling you by the time I left Milwalkie everyone in that damn hotel room knew my name was Dean Fucking Winchester because that bitch was screaming it so loud they could hear it a county over,” Dean bragged, walking down the stairs into the bunker behind you and Sam. You exchanged an exhausted look with Sam and both of you rolled your eyes. 

Dean had been bragging about how great he was in the sheets the whole three-hour drive back from your last hunt. 

It was a Siren, posing as a striper, luring unsuspecting men to their deaths. Not the first time the boys had encountered such a thing, it’s happened before, but it got Dean to feel all nostalgic about his glory days. He had been gladly narrating them for you and his brother the whole way home. 

You had heard tales of everything from grateful damsels in distress, to barroom wonders. 

Normally it didn’t bother you so much. You’d heard Dean brag about his… abilities before... You also had been in the next room at hotels when he was wowing whatever conquest he’d brought home from the bar that night, and you couldn’t tell whether the girl was just that damn drunk, faking it, or he was just that damn good. 

This time though, you were damn tired, the hunt had required you to ‘act’ as a stripper in this local sleaze whole for a whole damn two nights, doing things you really will never talk about again just to get information, and you were just done with the whole damn trip, and everything that had to go with it, and Dean’s Milwalkie story about his stripper and her impressive vocal abilities had gotten on your last dying nerve. 

Even though you knew deep down you were just a little jealous, and that’s the real reason it was irking you so damn bad, but still, who wouldn’t be jealous? Any woman with a pulse would want to let him bang her into the mattress. 

“Then there was this one time in New Mexico hunting a vengeful…” 

“You know what Dean, you talk a big game, but I bet you can’t even make me cum.” 

The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. It was too late to take them back, he’d heard every word, and was not staring at you with this smirk that could make the devil blush.

The tip of his sinful tongue was perch just between his perfectly white teeth. He looked over you like you were a piece of meat, and he was starving. Just his look was enough right there to make you wetter than you’d ever been in your life, but you weren’t gonna tell him that. Hell no. You’d opened your big mouth, now you were going to deal with the consequences. 

“Oh really? You think I can’t make you cum? Is that a challenge sweetheart?” he asks, his deep husky voice going straight to your core, making you swallow hard to get your voice to work again.

“You heard me Winchester, and I didn’t stutter,” you bight back, trying to keep up your cocky act even though your resolve was quickly wavering. 

Dean dropped his bag on the world table and made his way over to you, you vaguely realized Sam was no longer anywhere insight, and you figured he thought you got yourself into this, you were more than capable of getting yourself out of it… One way or another…

“Well, challenge accepted, pretty girl,” he said, his face inches from yours, his hands on your hips. 

You could feel his breath fanning your skin, making you even hotter than you already were. You were all but panting in anticipation. Just as you thought he was going to kiss you, his lips so close you could almost feel them on yours, your body was practically vibrating with anticipation, he moved his lips to your ear right before his lips would have made contact with yours.

“You better be ready baby, cause you never know when I’m gonna decide to,” His warm tongue reached out and licked the shell of your ear slightly, and a violent shiver rolled down your spine, landing in your core. “Show you just what the fuck I can do.” 

And with that, he grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulders. Strutting out of the room, leaving you breathless, and incredibly frustrated. The anticipation of his promise still fluttering around in your gut like a thousand butterflies. Dean never backs out on a challenge, and only God knew what you’d just signed up for.

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You stir up from your sleep because you felt like you couldn’t move your hands. The more you became awake, the more you realized your hands had been secured above your head by what felt like a rope or something. You opened your eyes, but still saw nothing, blindfolded. 

Your breaths came in short spurts and you were on the verge of panicking when you heard the distinct husky chuckle that you would recognize if you were clinically dead. 

Dean.

You thought he’d forgotten, it had been three days, and nothing, things just went on as they always did. Laundry catchup from the job, relaxing and recuperating, nothing more than the usual. Dean had walked all around you like nothing had even happened between the two of you when you got home from your last hunt.

It had been driving you nuts!

When you finally thought he was just blowing smoke up your ass and got into your bed tonight, you had no Idea you would wake up in your current predicament. The bastard was good, too good, and he hadn’t even really touched you aside from restraining you yet.

“Dean! Uncover my eyes!” you snarl in the direction of his voice, and he just chuckles again this time closer to you.

“Oh no Sweetheart, see lack of vision makes the experience more… extreme… It uh… heightens the other senses,” he said as he trailed his thick finger from the valley between your breast all the way down to your already dampening folds. Feather-light, barely touching at all, but it felt like a fire was ignited in his wake. 

You felt him move next to you, leaning down in your ear, you feel his breath fan over your rapidly heating skin. You couldn’t help but shudder a little when his deep voice whispered right next to your ear.

“I’m going to ruin you tonight for all other men, make you mine. You will never be able to touch another man again, just me.” 

You had to bite your lip to stop the moan from falling from them, the possessiveness in his tone going straight to your already aching core.

You heard Dean moving around the bed and you could hear the sound of his belt buckle clinging as he undid it, you listened as he stripped himself of his clothes, you couldn’t see anything, but your mind was painting you a damn fine picture.

You felt the bed dip and suddenly he was hovering over you. His warm breath fanning your face, his hands trailed gently down your side. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling when he bumped your thighs open and settled between them. You could feel his thick, and ready leaking length brush against your inner thigh. He felt huge, even though you couldn’t see him.

His lips meet your lips in a kiss that started out gentle, loving, then moved more demanding over yours. His tongue reaching out and running over your lower lip, asking for permission you gladly gave him. He moaned into your mouth as his tongue quickly dominated yours. His taste fills your mouth, invading your senses. 

Whiskey, spearmint gum, and a hint of something that was just. Dean.

He was right about one thing. Everything seemed to be heightened, and your body was already responding to him even though he’d barely done anything more than just kiss you. 

Moving down your jawline to your ear, then down to the pulse points of your neck nipping, sucking, leaving his mark on you. His tongue trailing over your skin. A soft moan fell from your lips. He trailed his kisses and nips down to your nipples, taking one in his mouth, sucking, pulling, swirling his tongue, and then moved to the other. Your body arched off the bed as close as it could to him, but he moved away, not giving you the friction you so desperately needed. 

Moving back up to your lips he found yours again, kissing you heavily as his fingers trailed their way down to your breast playing with them in his strong hand, grinding his hips down to yours, running his thick length through your soaking folds, the tip brushing against your clit with each brush of his hips. Your breath was coming in pants, you pulled against your restraints, but it was no good. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair so bad, but you couldn’t. 

Much to your surprise a warmth started to spread between your legs, and move it’s way up to your stomach, your body was hurtling towards its release under his touch. Your legs started shaking and just before you were thrown over the edge he got up, pulling his warm body completely away from you. 

You whimpered loudly and felt his lips brush yours. “I’m gonna take care of you, Sweetheart, eventually.” 

You were a panting sweating mess. If you could have punched him in his ridiculously gorgeous face you probably would have.

When you had finally regained control of your breathing he was on you again. Kissing your neck. Biting harder at the swells of your breast as he moved his way down your body. Licking the skin of your stomach, then kissing and licking his way down your inner thigh to your knee, before doing the same to the other leg. Hovering over your aching dripping cunt, his hot breath hitting you in waves. 

Just when you thought he was going to go away again he licked a strip from your ass hole all the way up to your clit and back again. 

You all but screamed at the surprising sensation, pulling on your restraints again, wishing you could pull that perfect spiky hair, hold his head right where you needed him most.

“You taste so fucking good sweetheart, just like I always imagined,” he said before bringing his mouth back to your core, licking, sucking, nipping, like a starving man having his last meal. Your hips bucked up on their own and he threw a strong arm over your hips, holding you where he wanted you.

When you thought you couldn’t take anymore he added two thick fingers into your clenching pussy, curling them inside of you to match the pace of his tongue. Your body jerked hard at the intrusion and his name fell from your lips in a needy moan that you didn’t even recognize. You were almost sobbing with pleasure, so damn close to the edge if he curled his fingers inside of you one more time you were going to be thrown over the edge. 

Almost like he sensed your end as well he pulled away suddenly, stopping your release in its tracks right before it consumed you. You were so close, You made a strange noise somewhere between a strangled sob and a gulp of breath as he rubbed your sides with his calloused hands. Letting you know he was still there with you. 

Leaning down in your ear again his voice pulled you back to reality. “Never, tell me, Sweetheart, that I can’t make you cum. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since we met each other. I can’t tell you the ways I’ve thought about how I’d do it. What you’d look like underneath me, what you’d feel like, falling apart with me deep inside of you.”

“Dean, please!! Please, Dean!” you begged him, all pride threw right out of the window. You needed him more than you needed oxygen right now. 

“What baby?” he said, his fingers trailing down your body again. Playing with your breast, making your nipples stand on end before bringing his tongue down to circle each of them. 

“Please Dean, I need you,” you begged him. 

You felt the bed dip again as he positioned himself between your legs, running his thick length through your folds, gathering up your slick before seating himself inside you in one smooth thrust, all his teasing makes his entrance easy.

Both of you groaned as his cock stretched you almost painfully. Filling you up in a way you had never been before. 

He gave you very little time to adjust to him before he was pounding into you, hitting that most sensitive spot deep inside of you at a ridiculously hard pace. You were caught somewhere between pain and pleasure as he pounded into you. 

Incoherent words and sounds falling from your mouth as he pushed you again toward the edge again, your body already clenching around him as his pace got faster. 

“Dean!” you begged him again. 

You were right there, one more trust and you would be in pure bliss. 

But again he stopped. 

You were crying this time in earnest. You didn’t know how much more of his you could take. You heard his knife flick open next to you before your hands were released, and he brought them down next to you gently rubbing your shoulders and wrist where you had been bound. Your body felt like jello. His hands gently pulled the cover from your eyes, revealing him to you for the first time tonight. 

His forest green eyes filled with more love and admiration than you ever expected to find there when he met yours. Bringing his lips down to yours again in a kiss full of fire and need as he entered your body again, slowly thrusting in and out of you, grinding deeply inside of you, deeper than you had felt him when he had you bound. His lips barely ever leaving yours as he drove you back to the edge again, his leaking tip hitting your cervix with each slow, deep thrust. 

Your body was nearly shaking under this touch as he held you close to him and you clung to his shoulders, his eyes never leave you. 

With one last deep thrust your walls clamped down around his throbbing length and he yells against your neck, spilling his seed deep inside of you as your body milked his. 

Your orgasm was stronger than anything you’d ever had in your life, your vision momentarily going black as you completely lost control of your body. Wave upon wave of pleasure racking your you until you were pretty sure you blacked out completely.

Dean held you close to him as you came down from your highs together, panting like you’d both run a marathon. 

Your body lay limp against his as he laid down on the bed again, disappearing only long enough to retrieve a damp rag, cleaning you up gently before cleaning up himself, then sliding in the bed next to you, pulling your exhausted body against his strong chest.

“I love you Y/N. I always have, and I always will. Even If until now I’ve been too stupid and scared to admit it.”

Looking up at him your lips meet again in a sweet kiss. 

“I love you, Dean.” 

For the first time, you felt whole, safe. More than you’d ever thought a hunter was allowed to feel.

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[lovabletomholland]

The Beach House- Chapter 6

Tom Holland Imagine (Tom Holland x Reader)

Word Count: 1,405

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff (that’s it for now, will add to it if needed)

Summary: You know Tom has spoken to Harry but he hasn’t told you anything about it and it is driving you crazy. The whole house finds out about the fact that you and Tom are together. Nikki seems to be very happy about it but you mother does not. Later, something puts a damper on your happiness.

A/N: Finally! Here is Chapter 6. Sorry it took so long, it took me longer than anticipated to get it how I wanted it. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thank you all so much for the support and feedback! It still blows my mind. Hope you all have a lovely day!

Previously - Chapter 5

It's been a few days but you know Tom has talked to Harry. You saw Tom leaving his room later that day. He hasn't told you about it though and it is driving you crazy. You just want to know that Harry is okay, you don't need details (though that would be nice) of what happened. Things have gotten a little better between you and Harry but it's not how it used to be. It's stressing you out. At least things are going good with you and Tom.

There is one thing you have noticed. Tom won’t even hold your hand when Harry is around. That makes you wonder but you just feel like there is no way his problem could possibly be that. The two of you have been best friends for so long, you push that thought out of your head and try to relax. You feel a touch on your arm and open your eyes to see Tom smiling down at you. You were laying down on a chair by the pool. "Hey beautiful." You scoot over a little as he sits down next to you and his hand moves to your cheek, caressing it. You lean into his touch, a smile on your face, "Hello handsome." He leans over and pecks your lips a couple times before straightening back up. "I'll be down at the beach with Harrison and Will if you need me, okay?" He leans back over and kisses your nose. "Okay," you smile, "are you ever going to tell me what was up with Harry?" You can't help but ask. "He will tell you when he is ready," Tom smiles. He pats your leg before he gets up, "See you later." *** You knock on the twin's door a little later that day. You couldn't help yourself. This silence from Harry was driving you nuts. He's always been the one you were closest to while you were here. "Come in," Sam calls out and you push the door open slowly. The boys were in their beds on either side of the room. Sam looks up and smiles at you before he looks at his brother. They share a look and Sam gets up, "Well I'm heading to the beach. Talk to you guys later." He grabs his swimming trunks and towel and then he is gone, the door clicks shut behind him. "Hey," Harry smiles at you. He sits up and closes his laptop. "Look, I'm sorry for how I've been acting," he shrugs, "I was being selfish." "No you haven't. Everyone has a right to go through something. I just wanted to know what it was so I could help you." Harry snorts, "Y/N, this wasn't something you could help me with. Trust me." You sigh, "Will you ever tell me?" You thoughts go back to what you were thinking earlier today but no that simply can’t be it. "Of course. When I am ready, not right now." He smiles, "Don't worry about it, okay?" "We're still friends?" "Always." "Okay." You'll let it go for now because you can tell it's what he needs and if your thought are correct that would simply be the best. *** A few days later things have become almost normal between you and Harry and you are relieved. You missed your movie nights with him. He is like a brother to you, sometimes he gets you better than your own brother. Maybe that's because you're the same age. You've had an amazing day with Tom and now you're watching a movie with Harry. Things feel normal, perfect. You kind of wish you never stopped coming here. Maybe you and Tom would have got together sooner, then again maybe not. You will never know, it's not something you can change so there is no point wondering about what ifs. Besides you enjoyed your summers with your dad anyways. You wouldn't change those for the world.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asks.

“What makes you think I am thinking about something?” you ask him. “I’m watching the movie,” you grin at him.

“I can tell by the look on your face,” Harry chuckles.

“You know me so well,” you shrug. “Just things. Nothing important.”

“Okay.” *** Over the next week you really enjoy yourself. It's the best summer of your life. Hell, not just summer but just the best week of your life. It's been blissful. You can't stop smiling even when your brother teases you. Unfortunately, he caught you and Tom in the middle of a heavy make-out session and haven't left either of you alone about it since. So naturally the whole house found out, not that you were going to keep it from them. Mostly you just wanted to keep it from your annoying older brother. You can't help but catch the approving smiles Nikki has on her face when she sees you and Tom holding hands. Your mom doesn't seem too pleased about it though, you've caught her frowning a few times when she sees you with him. She hasn't said anything about it yet but you know she will soon. You can tell when she is getting antsy and boy was she getting antsy. It seems like that time will be now, you can see her waiting on you as you walk up from the beach hand in hand with Tom. "Do you mind if I talk to my daughter for a second?" She asks Tom with a tight smile on her face. "Yes ma'am, of course." Tom kisses your cheek and then walks to the door. He turns around and gives you a worried look before heading inside. You quietly follow your mom into her room and sit on the bed, waiting for her to speak up. She sighs and sits next to you, "I fear you may be moving a little too fast with Tom. I don't want you to get hurt." "Mom, you've known Tom his whole life. You know he's a good guy. He wouldn't hurt me." "Yes, but no one ever intentionally means to do it. He has a crazy life now. Girls throwing themselves at him everywhere he goes. People wanting to know about every aspect of his life, especially who he's dating. Some fans will be cool with it but some will be very harsh. So again I just don't want to see you hurt." You've already witnessed the harsh side that comes with him having fans, not that you plan on telling her that. "Mom. I can take care of myself. Plus he makes me happy. So very happy," you can't help but smile just thinking about him. A small smile appears on your mom's face, "I know sweetie. God, you've had a crush on him forever. I knew one day he would open his eyes and see you too. I just wish he hadn't become an actor. That changes people." "Mom, you've seen him all summer. He hasn't changed. You know Nikki raised him right." The only change you see is that he is closer to his brothers and tries his best to even include Paddy, who is the youngest. "I know, but I will always worry, okay? So just be careful and that goes with all boys, not just him." You wrap your arms around your mom and hug her tightly, "Of course." You kiss her cheek before leaving the room. When you open Tom's door you see he has his suitcase out on the bed and it looks like he is packing. "Why are you packing?" You ask, confused. You still had a week and three days left here. He gives you a sad smile, "Sorry Y/N. I've been meaning to talk to you about this. It just never seemed to be the right time but I guess now it is. I leave in two days. We start shooting Spider-Man 3 soon." "Oh." That's all you say. That's all you can say. Reality just hit you. Hard. You didn't think that would happen for another week at least. You thought you had that time with him but you don't. He leaves in two days to go back to his crazy life and soon you'll be back in classes. You'll both be busy, how can this ever work? That's just it, it can't and that knowledge has hit you sooner than you would have wanted it to.

Chapter 7

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[cuntylittlesalmon]

week of 11/22-11/28 & 11/29 & 11/30

bro 😳 we are at the END !!! i had originally drafted up something to go out on saturday talking about how close we were to the end, but i ended up taking too long. and here we are now, on the 30th with a manuscript of fifty thousand words. it feels good to have gotten this far. i have up on using an outline pretty quickly, and discover write for a large portion of what i have now and i think i’m better for it! i have a much stronger idea of the plot & storyline than i did on november first

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"It'll be alright," he whispers, a hand stroking the back of her head. She wants to believe him, oh, she really does. But there's no way to deal with this in any sane way.

"Are-are you sure about that?" she asks, and she hates the way her voice breaks in the middle of the sentence.

Ashton nuzzles against her head and presses another kiss to her temple. The tears are falling now, and he can't not know since she's wetting the shoulder of his button-up and sniffling.

"I hate that fucking guy!" She spots a trashcan next to her, and gives it a hard kick. A guy walking further down the hall glances back and speeds his pace up, to get away from them. "Dude literally can never stay out of everyone's business!" She gives the trashcan another kick, leaving a visible dent in the aluminum.

Maddox catches up with the two of them now, only one arm through her jacket. "What the fuck?"

"That guy—Mick," Adelaida says, adjusting her bag. "He's a genuine piece of shit. Timo's told me a lot about him, and all I wanna do is sock that guy right in the jaw."

This seems to snap him out of his trance, but instead of answering her, John grabs her wrist and yanks hard on her hand, his other hand swinging for her face. Maddox jerks back in time for his fist to fly past her face, and she jabs her fingers into his shoulder, which, considering how her ribs felt after Adelaida had her way, should still be sore right now.

He yelps out in pain, distracted enough for Maddox to twist the hand he has a hold of around, and force his arm behind him, effectively pinning his arm to his back, and him down on his knees. His free hand jerks upwards, but Maddox forces it down with her foot, a sickening pop escaping from where her boot is pressed to the floor. To further push her point, Maddox digs her fingers into his hair and yanks his head backward to force him to look at her.

"Yeah, yeah," Maddox says, leading the way out of the bar. "Just drive me home, old man."

"That's Uncle old man, to you," he replies as he locks the doors. She just nudges him with her hips, nearly losing her balance. Yeah, she's way drunker than she thought she was.

Braden forces out a laugh. "If you call telling my little sister to stop lying all the goddamn time an intervention, then sure." Cassie doesn't have anything to say to that.

"It's called classified information, you fuckin' nut. I'm not tellin' you this because it doesn't concern you."

At the end of the table, Taegan reaches out for the coffee pot without lifting her head off the table. Victoriette almost laughs until her fingers brush against the side of the scalding glass and she hears the noise of flesh sizzling. Taegan isn't going to feel it, but—

"Oh my god—" Dani interrupts, immediately standing and grabbing Taegan's hand.

"And you were a jock, so what? Your style of oversized hoodies and track pants wasn't that sexy either." She hunches back into the fridge, checking out whatever is on the bottom shelf, and Maddox slides off the counter to wrap her arm around Cassie's waist.

"Yet you still fell in love with me," she says, leaning over to kiss the back of Cassie's neck. "Shitty track pants and all."

"No—nope. Despite the shitty track pants." She straightens back up again, pressing back into Maddox. "They were some heinous pants."

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[jeromesxreader16]

Such A Joker (46)

Part 45 Here!!!

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As we arrive in town Jeremiah holds my hand tightly. I lean on his arm smiling up towards him. "You're going to be okay." He nods letting out a shaky breath. "I know. I'm worried about what he will say about you. He will be mad." I nod looking away. "He won't know. I'll be going straight to the roof." His eyes grow sad as he gazes at me. "I won't see you again will I?" I smile at him and rest a hand on his cheek admiring his green eyes. "I don't know, Jer. I hope Jerome is going to be locked up and then we can move on. For the better."

Jeremiah nods placing his hand over my own. "Then this is goodbye, (Y/n)." I sigh look upon the sea of frightened citizens. "Until we meet again, Jeremiah." He grabs me smashing his lips upon mine. As my father pulls him away from me he calls out, "I love you!" I cover my mouth smiling.

I quickly run-up to the roof seeing both Bruce and Jeremiah hooked up to their bombs.

"No parent will admit it, but everyone's got their favorites. Right, brother? The one who cleans their room does their homework, doesn't try to kill everybody. Little Mr. Perfect here. Yeah. He was that guy. He got adopted by rich folks. I went to the top schools, then, a top college. Meanwhile, I got dragged through the circus by my depressed alcoholic mother. Forced to clean up elephant dung every day! Do you know how big those things are, folks? But I know something that Mommy and Daddy, they never knew."

Jerome smirks at his brother as he tells their tragic story. "You're as crazy as I am. It's in your DNA. See, we got the same blood running through us. We are practically identical. You are a killer. It's your nature. Stop trying to fight it. You changed (y/n). Pumped lies into her head of sanity. Took her away. I've got a plan for both of you."

Jerome opens a knife and slides it into Jeremiah's hand. "This is your chance, brother. Take your best shot."

Jeremiah screams lunging at his brother. Jerome simply doges it and punches him in the face. Gunfire rings out from the streets below. I lean over watching the chaos and losing sights on Jerome and Jeremiah.

As the panic increases, a blimp glides over the Square. The door to the rooftop burst open and a bleeding Jerome stumbles over to me laughing. "Look at her! Isn't she beautiful?"

Jerome looks to me pulling me to dance with him. "I'm not dumb, doll. I know where you've been." He squeezes my side sharply causing me to flinch. "You've been shot, Jerome." "Aw, what about that." He walks me over near the edge standing up on it and overlooking at his creation.

"Hands up." My father's voice rings out from behind us. Jerome turns around chuckling. He pulls out his phone raising a finger, "Just give me a second. Got to call the pilot. Tell him he's in position." In a split second Jerome's wrist is shot making him drop the phone.

"Not cool." He groans glaring at Jim.

"Jerome..." I state watching him with sad eyes.

He shakes his head. "It doesn't matter. Too late, anyway. Bombs away!" He shouts as another gunshot sounds. I scream as it enters his abdomen.

Jerome looks down at his wound. "Funny." He falls back making me run after him. "No!" My father grabs me as we both view Jerome dangling.

Jerome looks at me and smiles. This is where we end.

"You gonna let me fall and die? Or are you gonna pull me up and arrest me? What's it gonna be? Lawman or murderer?" I reach down but Jerome doesn't reach for me. "Dad... Please."

Jim reaches down but Jerome laughs swatting his hand away and hanging onto the pole with just his hands.

"Ah. Good ol' Gordons. The two of you! Always playing by the rules. That's why I'll outlive you. That's why I'm loved. It's why she loves me! 'cause I don't give a damn about the rules." He chuckles looking at the both of us.

"Jerome, grab my hand." He shakes his head smiling.

"It's a long way down. You sure you'll outlive me?"

"Oh, I'm sure. 'cause I'm more than a man. I'm an idea, a philosophy. And I will live on in the shadows within Gotham's discontent. I'll always be a part of you won't I, (y/n)? Say... Let my bro take care of you." He cackles blowing me a kiss. "You'll be seeing me soon. Au revoir!" Jerome lets go falling to the ground and onto a parked car ending his last seconds in Gotham.

My chest burns as his smile stay wide. His eyes looking up at me. I cry into my father's chest as he holds me. "It's alright, (Y/n). I'm here. I got you."

~

As we get down to the ground people are gathered around Jerome's body. "GCPD. Everybody get back!" Jim yells causing others to thin out.

Only leaving a few including Jeremiah. I walk over pulling on his sleeve. "(Y/n). Oh my god." He wraps his arm around me tightly. "I'm so sorry." I shake my head. "It's okay. He's in peace now."

He looks down at me with puffy eyes. "Can I come home?" I ask quietly. He smiles and cups my cheek nodding. "Of course you can. I wouldn't have you anywhere else."

"Mr. Valeska. Ms. Gordon. I'm sorry for the loss."

"Jeremiah, I meant what I said about your work being of importance to this city. Let Wayne Enterprises fund your work with a grant." Bruce offers with a nod.

"Thank you," Jeremiah says nodding. "We'll be in touch, Bruce."

As we walk away together I can't help but feel light. I look over at Jeremiah looping my arm in his. "Promise me that we will keep each other sane?" Jeremiah kisses my head nodding. "I promise, love."

~

I walk on the cold ground barefoot leading to the office. I knock twice before entering. "You know you need to go to sleep." I sit on the desk smiling at him as he scans his work. "I have slept." I pinch his nose rolling my eyes. "That kind of sleep doesn't count, Mr. Valeska." He shrugs coming around the desk and standing in between my legs.

"Alright. How about we open these and then we go to bed?" He passes me a small ring box with a tag while he holds a wrapped box. "Who are these from?" "Bruce Wayne." I giggle shaking mine. "Must be expensive."

As we tear into our gifts the tension is thick. "Same time?" Jeremiah asks like a child at Christmas. I nod smiling with excitement.

As I open the lid a tube spays me the purple gas. I cough falling on the floor. "Ahh, honey, do you smell that cooking?" Jerome's voice cackles in my mind. "You know how it feels love. It's just like a drug. Let it in. Let it flow. Let us grow." He laughs in my ears as I scream covering my ears.

Jeremiah thrashes around screaming as well. He soon starts to laugh and his smile grows wide. "Jer!" I scream as he falls on the floor.

I start laughing remembering all the things that made my blood-red hot. The screams of the victims I've taken. The wide fearful eyes of citizens.

"You wanted a new life, doll? You've got one! BURN IT DOWN!"

~

~Two Weeks Post Spray~

I sit on the couch keeping myself occupied with my phone as Ecco strolls in, sitting beside me. "Hey girlfriend."

"Hey Ecco! What are you doing here? I'm sure Jereminah gave you the week off." She shrugs smiling. "He did, doesn't mean I can't spend time with you, right? It's been a while since we hung out."

I look at the time seeing it's close to dinner and lock my phone. "You want to grab some drinks?" She nods standing. "It's a date. I'll drive." I laugh putting on my shoes and walking towards the office.

I peek my head in and see Jeremiah reading. "Hello (y/n)." He spills out my name like honey. He looks up smiling at me.

"Hi." I swoon as I walk over to him, resting on his leg. "I'm going to have a girls night with Ecco. Want me to get anything for you?" Jeremiah closes his book and removes his glasses. "You and Ecco?" I nod confused.

"We're good friends, Jer. She's looked after me for a while now." He hums smirking. "Would you rather me stay with you today?" Jeremiah shakes his head laughing. "No darling. Go out and have fun tonight!" He pats my hip standing me up. "Save some fun for me later, doll." He growls in my ear twirling me out the door.

I wink and salute to him. "Yes sir."

~

I laugh slamming my empty shot glass down. "Another!" Ecco shouts ringing us another round of shots.

I lean my head on her shoulder feeling foggy. "This- this is great! I haven't been able to just let go, ya know?" Ecco nods, "You out of everyone I've known deserves to drink." "What do you mean? My life isn't that nuts!" Ecco's eyes widen and she dies in laughter.

"R-really? Are you joking?" "I mean it's unusual, but not nuts! At least I'm happy."

Her eyes fall and she nods. "You're really happy with him?" I nod smiling. "He's great to me." "He's always working." Ecco agues.

"He makes time for me." Ecco scoffs muttering something under her breath. "Huh?" Ecco smiles shaking her head. "What do you say I get you home?" I nod standing and stumbling to the car.

"Heels are never a good idea when I've been drinking! I don't think I can- Whoa!" I trip falling.

Ecco grabs my waist catching me as I giggle drunkly. "You're so waisted!" She cackles leaning me against the car.

She opens the passage door letting me fall into the seat. "Hey Ecco." I whisper pulling her close. "Yes?"

I turn to her smiling, "think you could do me a favor?" She places a hand on my thigh gazing at me. "Anything (y/n)." She leans in awaiting. "Awesome. Can you take my shoes off? They're so far away." I slump back in my seat closing my eyes.

"Sure."

Seconds later my bare feet hit the floor mat and Ecco raised. I open my eyes checking on her, "Ecco, are you-" Her lips press flush against mine and she places her fingers in my hair.

She pulls away breathlessly. "Don't go back to him, (y/n). He doesn't give you enough." I stare at her confused. "You're drunk, Ecco." I giggle pushing her away softly.

She grabs my chin and she pecks my lips lightly. "Okay, (y/n). You're happy and I'll keep it at that." Before I close my eyes she mutters three words I never expected.

She buckles me into the seat, kisses my head, whispers "I love you." Then closes my door starting the long ride home.

~

I sit up groaning and fall back into the silk pillowcase. A sharp giggle causes me to open my eyes seeing Jerome sitting at the edge of the bed. "You got a little frisky last night didn't you?" I tilt my head looking at him. "What do you want?" He crawls up the bed kissing me cheeks.

"How is my dear brother? Any sign of insanity yet? Yours is kicking in nicely, but he's a tough cookie isn't he?" I roll my eyes covering my head with the pillow. "He'll never give into it." Jerome pulls the pillow off my face smiling. "You never used to be this naïve." He sighs rolling off the bed and hitting the floor. "Enjoy the sanity while you still can, doll. Dark days are coming for Gotham." Jerome places a hand on my stomach smiling. "But there is always a spark of light in the dark isn't there?" He giggles, vanishing as he leaves the pressure on my stomach.

I shake my head standing, but as soon as my feet hit the floor a rush of sickness washes over me. I run to the bathroom throwing my insides into the bowl.

Jeremiah rushes in kneeling next to me. "Oh, honey, too much fun last night?" I lean on the wall breathing hard. "It must've been." Jeremiah nods helping me up. "Jim called." "I missed his call?" "No, love, he called me." I smile leaning against the counter.

"For?" "He invited us over for dinner tonight. He said something about starting up the Weekly Gordon Dinner Fest and convinced me it was going to be amazing." "Wow. He's inviting you over. You know what that means? He likes you." Jeremiah shakes his head. "He likes that I keep his daughter safe." I giggle kissing his nose. "Nope. He likes you, Jeremiah. I can feel it."

~

"Do I need to dress fancy or is this purple tie too much?" Jeremiah asks, turning around to face me. "Purple? That's new for you." Jeremiah nods tugging at it and smirking. "It is. Makes me feel fresh. Do you like it, love?" I waltz over to him with his blazer. "You look great." Jeremiah slides his jacket on and wraps his arms around me. "And you... look darling in red."

He swings me around and I laugh leaning into him. As I hold my hand on his chest I notice the skin around his neckline is extremely pale. I pull at the collar looking at the ghostly skin beneath. "Something wrong, doll?" I looked up at him and for a moment his eyes were light as snow. I blink rapidly only to see them a healthy green again. "You're just... pale. More than usual." Jeremiah smiles, shrugging. "I live underground, (y/n). Sunlight isn't my best friend." I nod as he walks us away from our home.

~

"I just can't believe you made this all alone, dad." I laugh as I help set out the spread my father had made for tonight. "I'm not completely helpless." He says picking up a plater. "Here Jim, let me." Jeremiah takes it and sets the food on the table.

My dad nods smiling. "You did good this time, (y/n)." I nod smiling at my favorite men. "Oh, almost forgot!" Jeremiah pulls out a bottle of scotch and passes it to my father. "Can't come without a gift." My father pats Jeremiah's shoulder nodding. "Thank you Jeremiah. Care for a glass?" "Please." Jeremiah chuckles pulling out my chair.

As dinner runs on course everyone smiles and laughs. I gaze at my family with a smile. "Would you look at that?" Jerome strolls out of the kitchen drinking from the bottle of scotch. "That could've been us."

Jerome makes faces at the two of them as he downs his drink. "Just look at you. Such a happy family. Why don't you have a drink to celebrate?" Jerome starts to poor scotch in my glass but looks up at me with a smirk. "Oh wait... that wouldn't be healthy for the little babe, would it? Ah more for me!"

"(Y/n)?" I shake my head looking at my father. "I-I'm sorry. What?" "Are you okay, honey? You look like you're going to be sick." I place my hand on my stomach, but remove it quickly, placing it on the table. "I'm fine, Dad."

~

As I'm drying my hair, Jeremiah walks in the bathroom. "Are you going to tell me what happened at dinner?" I sigh looking at him.

"I think we need to go back two weeks and take a recap. We never talked about it." "About what?" "The spray, Jeremiah! We both got a spray special for us and woke up like nothing happened!" Jeremiah's eyes flash with fear as he looks at me. He trembles moving towards the bed. "I-I thought it was all a dream. I've been seeing him everywhere. I thought maybe it was just a way to cope." He holds his head in his hands.

I sit in front of him removing his hands. "What has he done to you, Jeremiah?" He holds my hands shaking. "I hear everything he says. He's always in the back of my mind just picking away. Putting thoughts in my head. Bad thoughts. It's getting harder to resist, (y/n)."

I took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt revealing his pale chest. I run my fingers over it furrowing my brows. "It started at my legs. I hate to think what it will do when it gets to my face. I'll look horrid." I laugh shaking my head. "No. You'll look just as handsome."

Jeremiah laughs, grabbing my hands again. "And you?" I smile and sigh. "Just like all of your work was reversed. I can't even force him out of my mind now. He's just mocking me about everything. How happy we are. How Jim likes you."

Jeremiah holds me in his arms as I run my fingers over his ghostly skin. "No matter where this takes us we stay together." "Always, Jeremiah."

~

I gasp sitting up in bed. "You got about 1 minute." "Until what?" Jerome leans on his hands smirking at me. Suddenly a rush of sickness strikes me causing me to invade the bathroom once more.

Jerome laughs strolling in. "If it's a boy can you name him after his daddy? Jerome Valeska the second! Has a good ring don't you think?" "Y-you're not the father." Jerome smirks backing away. "You sure about that? I bet he'll even have my eyes!"

I wipe my mouth and crawl back in bed. He's not that father. I'm not pregnant at all.

"Or for a girl we could go for-" "SHUT UP!" I scream throwing a pillow at the figure.

[thegc4life]

Do you any other Hawks fic ideas you'd like to write? Or is Hawks-sensei all you've got on your mind right now?

Wyv. You know not what you ask. I have to put them in categories, Wyv. Categories.

Kid!Hawks:

-Kid!Hawks growing up with the LOV (both as a permanent thing and various ridiculous drabbles) This involves Unwilling Big Brother Shigaraki, scarily willing Big SisterToga who knows all the coolest knife tricks, Best Uncle Twice who sometimes on his real good days doubles as temporary Dad, the Dad who teaches you how to hot wire cars and laugh people’s money straight out of their wallets Compress, mother-henning can-not-leave-you-alone-for-one-god-damn-minute Spinner, True Mom Kurogiri, Big Sis Mag who seems to be the only actual one that realizes that children need to sleep at some point for the love of god, extremely confused but horrifically soft Dabi who may or may not eventually turn his whole life around because of this feathered idiot that needs someone to make sure he lives a happy life whether it be a permanent shrinking or not. Oh, and Machia. The best Mountain Monster Dog brother (?) a boy could ask for.

-Kid!Hawks with UA (staff edition) also both in temporary and permanent circumstances. Temporary is already in progress. Permanent? Oh boy, permanent world. They raise him within UA so as to keep him from the Commission. Hawks often sits in on their classes with coloring books, picture books, or just to sit there and watch them. He is very smart. He picks up on things, but mostly he just likes being around all the staff. He picks a new person to sleep with every week because some of them have really shitty sleep schedules and even as a kid he knows they would feel bad keeping him up, thus forcing them to go to bed through good-person guilt so he tragets the sleepiest looking people for the week (hint: Aizawa gets picked a lot, and even if he’s not sleep deprived Hawks would pick him because he adores his grumpy cat Dad). Thirteen does crafts with him all the time. She watches every kid show and gets really into it with him. Hawks and Mic make the meals and they sing the entire time. They sing together throughout the day. Hawks will chirp out a line of notes and out of nowhere Hizashi will burst in to sing the lyrics. Midnight reads him bedtime stories cause her voices are the best. She does his nails and lets him do hers. He practices on the UA students to surprise her with new designs (the students fall over their own feet to offer to be his test subject). Snipe does little challenges with him. Things that, while technically helping him get used to controlling his quirk, are more fun than anything else because Hawks enjoys using his feathers in games. Hawks dresses up like a cowboy for an entire month, quoting old western movies and driving everyone but a very proud Snipe up the wall. Hound Dog and Hawks go on walks together ALL THE TIME. They explore the woods around UA and Hound Dog tells Cementoss to change up the geography every once in a while so they have something new to explore. He teaches Hawks how to go camping and Hawks fricken adores him and is always on his shoulders just kicking his feet or napping in Hound Dogs hair. Ectoplasm is Hawks favorite person to play any kind of tag based game because the others are too easy to catch with his feathers. But with Ectoplasm and all his clones? hawks goes nuts. Ectoplasm cried once when Hawks asked Aizawa for peg legs for Halloween and when someone asks him if he wants to be a pirate he says no because he wants to be a super cool hero like Ecto for Halloween. No one will be as cool as him. Hawks fricken loves Vlad. Like, adores him. Whenever Vlad is in the room Hawks will just go hang off his shoulders, or tuck under his arms with a book to read, or just lean against him. He has a little stuffed bull dog that has Vlad’s exact resting bitch face and carries it with him every time he leaves the dorm because he feels safer with it. He goes to Vlad when he’s injured because Vlad just takes care of it, gives him a hug, and doesn’t tell him to be more careful. Just asks if Hawks learned something and moves on. Hawks and Nezu are penpals. They see eachother every single day, but they are penpals. Hawks grows up with the most beautiful calligraphy handwriting because he keeps trying to out-do Nezu’s. He absolutely tattles on every single teacher in these letters, giving Nezu years worth of blackmail. Hawks thinks Nezu is a stuffed animal until he is fourteen because Nezu never fesses up. He just thinks the staff is even cooler for letting a stuffed animal run the place. He only ever cries around Nezu.

-Kid!Hawks UA(Student edition): So many. There’s lines I’ve written where they’re still in school when Hawks is kidified. When they’re already pros. In Canon, in Hawks-sensei, I even a small blurb sentence of Deku running a preschool that Hawks gets put into in an AU with quirks still. I can’t even... there’s too many students, cause I’d do all 1-A and 1-B. My favorite one to randomly wake up in a panick and write about though is the one where it’s Hawks-sensei verse based and Kid!Hawks gets taken in by the Monoma family. Rui and Eiko are older and Monoma is a pro-hero by then. The pure amount of fluff, sass, and Hawks spoiling that will happen. Big Brother Rui and Bigger Sister Eiko.  I think about this one a lot.

-I’m currently (slowly but progressing) writing a gift for @saltwater-sweets where Kid!Hawks is taken in by the Uraraka family. Like, he’s not even shrunk in this one. Uraraka’s newlywed parents were involved in the accident he first saved people in and they found him before the Commission. They realized his homelife situation and opened their home to him and now he is Uraraka’s big brother and that one line I threw out there? About him being a global superpower in household moving? Teaming up with Uraraka for that? Yeah.

-Kid!League of Villains and adult Hawks. Yeah, you heard me. They all get shrunk instead of him. And he can’t just... turn them in. They’re kids. They haven’t done any of the crimes their older counterparts have. And if it’s a permanent thing? They stay kids? Then he has a chance to really, truly save them. To give them the happy lives stolen from them. The Commission doesn’t like that. So Hawks takes them and runs. Dabi can be an adult too, I guess, if that’s the ship or something, but I just really wanna write Kid!LOV and Dad!Hawks.

-Kid!Aizawa. Dad!Hawks. Same concept. Beautiful dream. Need I say more.

-Kid!Hawks, Best Jeanist

-Kid!Hawks Gang Orca

-Kid!Hawks RUMI!!

Vigilante Hawks:

- Raven was born and I dived down that rabbit hole so fast I went back in time. Raven. But from a way earlier age. Those guys mugging Hawks when he was fifteen? The spark. Hawks stayed on the streets, he never went back, and he learned some things. He got some freedom, learned some shit, and realized that hero society was pretty fucked up. Shigaraki starts the LOV up and realizes there’s this whole underground community he was never aware of that Hawks has been building for years. It’s great.

-Hawks was never found by the Commission so he was never ‘Hawks’. His Dad raised him as a criminal but Hawks, with his little heart of gold, took every chance he could to make something good out of the bad deeds. Then he got old enough and he took full control. You ever seen the Levi OVA’s of Attack on Titan? Where he’s walking down the stairs and you realize every single person there is part of a huge ass gang of awesome with Levi at the head? That. THAT.

-Hawks loses his shit in Canon and goes completely AWOL. full Feral. He sees the problems, and he is prepared to do whatever it takes get rid of them. Whatever it takes.

AU Hawks

-Horribly injured, recently retired at the ripe old age of 23, and looking for something to save him from depression. Hawks meets Todoroki Fuyumi who gets him a job at her school. This one makes my brain happy.

-Takami Keigo and Todoroki Natsuo meet in college, graduate together, join the same hospital, and open one as partners as soon as they can. Ship or no ship, they go through their entire lives together. (I just... I really like the Todoroki sibs, okay?)

-Takami Keigo was born a lot earlier. So much, earlier, in fact that he is classmates with this overly optimistic ball of light named Yagi Toshinori and the grumpy ball of flame Todoroki Enji. Big Three anyone? Also, everyone needs a dumb smart birb to keep them sane. Hawks loves his friends, and he’ll kick anyone’s ass that tries to hurt them be it physically, mentally, or emotionally. Also, he meets Nana. 

-I LOVE THE IMAGINARY KAMAKIRI FAMILY DYNAMIC OKAY?! literally anything with Hawks involved in their lives, okay?! I did not expect to spiral so hard when I made up Hideo and his relationship with Kamakiri but my god did I spiral! I just really love them!

-I’m a sucker for the classics. Tattoo/flower. Coffee shop. College. Roommates. Love. 

- (she made me write this) a story surrounding the amazing love story of my sister and Iida Tenya with Aizawa crashes the wedding even though he was invited and Mirio is her maid of honor, with Eri as the ring bearer, and All Might is the flower girl. Twice is the officiator. Uraraka releases a flock of fake pigeons (not real ones cause they don’t deserve that). Oh, and everyone else is there too, I guess. Except for Mineta. Cause he’s in jail.

Right now, at this very moment, I can not for the life of me think of any others but I KNOW there’s at least seven more that I just can’t remember because my brain is work dead. Wyv. @wyvernspirit do you see what you’ve opened here? Close the box! Close it before it’s too late! There is always more! I am never without MORE ideas!