mialikeshockey · 3 days ago
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mini stories w Jack Hughes
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will be adding to these every now and than so check back if you enjoy!
- suit & tie ⬇️
Jack walks out of the bathroom and throws his tie down on the bed. “What’s wrong? Someone can’t get his tie on?” I tease him. “Haha very funny. Can you please help?” He holds his tie out to me. “Mhm” I get up from my spot on the bed and walk over to him.
“You know, you could’ve asked me before and i would’ve said yes. You don’t have to do everything by yourself.” Jack smiles, “I know but I wanted to do it by myself. I should be able to do it by myself, I’m the man.” I let out a chuckle and Jack gently pushes my arm. I run my fingers through his hair and make it a little messy.
“It’s not funny. Quinn used to do my tie for me. He did it for me and Luke!” I walk back over to my spot on the bed, “I guess you can say I’m the new Quinn Hughes.” Jack gives me a confused look. “Yeah….im not kissing my brother…”
I throw a pillow at him. “You’re gross! That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Jack giggles and walks back into the bathroom.
- sweet treat ⬇️
Jack and I go out for ice cream all the time. As much as we try to stay away from sweet treats; it’s like it calls our names every single time we spend time together.
Jack takes a big mouthful of ice cream and looks over at me. He has it all over his mouth and nose. “You look like a child. Look at your nose!” I say, pulling out my phone to take a picture of him, He does a big cheesy smile. “Limme see.” He grabs my arm and I turn my phone over to him.
“Please don’t send that to Trevor. You’ll never know what he will do with that picture.” Jack laughs, “Thanks for the idea!” I hurry up and push the send button to Trevor and put my phone away. Jack turns his head, “no you didn’t.”
This time I give him a big cheesy smile.
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- midnight dance ⬇️
It wasn’t very normal of me to wake up in the middle of the night; but for Jack, it was very normal. It wasn’t normal for him to get a full nights rest. He always randomly wakes up in the middle of the night, gets a snack and plays on his phone a bit and then comes back to bed, so I thought.
It’s 12:05 in the morning. I rub my eyes and slowly get out of bed. I look over and see that Jacks gone; not even surprised.
I quietly walk out of the bedroom and walk into the kitchen. I see Jack with his headphones on, dancing around in the kitchen while eating cereal. I let out a little giggle. I stand there for a bit until he turns around and sees me. He smiles and dances over to me. “Someone’s a little excited to wake up in the middle of the night.”
“Dance with me, I’ll share my cereal!” He disconnects his headphones from his phone and music starts playing. It’s footloose, a song Jack and I always listen to out on the boat. I join in on Jacks dancing and he hands me the cereal box.
We continue to dance in the kitchen until we both start to get tired again. Maybe waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t too bad after all.
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erinwantstowrite · 1 day ago
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Was Giovanni reminded of Tessa or Alessandra during any of the times he’s saw Peter?
i think i've been writing him as only being aware of the resemblance on a subconscious level (it's in my notes somewhere but i don't have that notebook out right now). all of the characters so far know Dick on a more personal level, so that's obviously where their brains lead them when noticing resemblance, but peter DOES look a lot like his mom, too. Gio isn't going to make the connection very easily because in his civilian world, stuff like that just doesn't happen for them...
But here's the thing: Peter acts a LOT like his mom. Both versions of her.
Dick has been taught since birth to look at all the angles before taking a leap. Sure, there's a level of faith (haha) for reckless stunts, and Dick DEFINITELY does risky shit all the time. (hello, he's a Bat.) But he at least comes to conclusions before he does any of that (even if they turn out to be wrong somehow), and that was honed by his years of Robin training. Richard Parker had a similar experience even if it wasn't Batman honed, but Ben Parker honed. Robin/Richard might have been vengeful, spiteful, and very difficult to keep up with. But they at least had the forethought to be hard to handle while putting up safety nets to fall into
Alessandra on the other hand??? She's the reckless one in their relationship. She was the "fuck it, we ball" attitude. "Leap before looking, figure it out on the way down" personality. I love love love her because she somehow manages to get through by the grace of god every time. She's super smart, yeah, but she trusts her gut and often thinks while in the moment. Her and Richard were always very similar in a lot of ways (making friends easily, a sense of adventure, very intelligent, etc) but that's the key difference with them. She gets very determined and can often get tunnel vision until she is forced to take a step back and see the bigger picture
Peter acts a lot like a mix of them, but yeah. His stunt with the detonator was a lot like "Oh I see all of the information, but there's only ONE possible way to deal with this" (there were many other ways to deal with that). He has Dick's ability to read a situation but Ales' "let's see how this goes" attitude. Makes him a lot MORE reckless than Dick was a kid, in that way. Peter is not thinking of end goals farther than "this needs to get accomplished", only "what needs to happen RIGHT NOW for that to happen?"
Gio has a version of Ales that is older, and therefore has mellowed out quite a bit. (Doesn't mean she doesn't still have it in her, though.) However Teresa is 2 years old and just starting to hit that phase of "oh look this will be fun and have no consequences, surely!"
All this to say: Gio is the Usually Real Chill step-dad in a family of Chaos Is My Last Name people, but he wouldn't have it any other way. And also Peter is the worst with giving him heart attacks (hello, stolen detonator)
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babyfoxflower · 1 day ago
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Halloween with Alastor HCs
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Happy Halloween, my dears!! In honor of my favorite holiday, here’s some headcanons about spending Halloween with Alastor!
Warnings: Brief mention of cannibalism
* Now depending how much of a scaredy-cat you are, you will either have the best time with Alastor on Halloween or the worst.
* Alastor is a trickster and loves playing pranks especially on Halloween. He will make an effort to jump scare you whenever he can. The sounds of your screams are music to his ears.
* “Ah, you always have such a lovely voice, my dear. And your screams are no exception,” he would tease while he’d put a hand on his chest in a dramatic fashion, cackling loudly.
* Yes, Halloween is when Al’s sadistic side comes to shine.
* However since you are his girlfriend, he won’t go too far. And of course, if you beg pretty enough, he will stop.
* Besides he can scare you in other ways, like by telling you ghost stories and scary urban legends.
* He’s been around for quite awhile, and has garnered many spooky tales over the years.
* “Do you believe in vampires, Darling?”
* “No, but I didn’t use to believe in demons either. So, I guess I’m open to it.”
* “That’s the spirit! You know, there’s an urban legend from my childhood about a man by the name of Jacques St. Germain, who moved to New Orleans in 1902. Apparently he was ageless and charming. Legend goes that blood stained clothes from different centuries and bottles of human blood were found in his home.”
* “That’s a creepy story. Haha. Of course, urban legends are just that, legends.”
* “Well, they have to come from somewhere now, don’t they?”
* “I have to change into my costume, are you still going to wear yours?”
* “My dear, you’re shaking. Are you scared?”
* “Maybe a little.”
* “Aw, come here.” He would take you into his arms, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you, my love. The only person who’s allowed to drink your blood is me.”
* “Alastor!” You would playfully smack his shoulder.
* If you’re into horror movies, then he’ll gladly have a scary movie marathon with you.
* Of course, he does not get scared and treats them more as comedies.
* Especially, slasher flicks. There just something so hilarious about a disemboweled teenager.
* “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What is this picture show called again?”
* “Scream. I have to admit that it was pretty funny when she got stuck in the cat door. Hahaha!”
* “And then her head got squashed! Hahahaha! I haven’t been this entertained since the stock market crash of 1929!”
* He’ll also dress up with you, though for some reason his default costume is Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer.
* “Why do you always go as Rudolf?”
* “Why do you always go as a witch?”
* “Touché.”
* However, if you come up with some creepy couple’s costume ideas, he’s more than willing to give it a shot.
* One year, you went as Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney Todd.
* The best part was your pies were made out of real human flesh and the two of you got to enjoy them at the end of the night.
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judenostopwaitkeepgoing · 2 days ago
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IkéPrince's Favorite Kinks 😈
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18+ | MDNI! | IkéPrinces x Fem!Reader
CW: Some kinks are not for everyone! Mentions of (consensual!) power imbalances, bodily harm/violence, Dom/Sub dynamics, humiliation/taking advantage, mentions of cutting/blood, some slight CNC (somnophilia), (consensual) controlling behavior, mentions of fingering, p-in-v sex, and more!
AN: These are just my opinions on which kinks the princes/other Rhodolite court members would be into! Some of them are a little more on the extreme side of things! Haha! This post is for all you fellow freaks out there! Enjoy!!
Jin Grandet – Sensation Play / Sensory Deprivation (blindfolding)
Jin is a slut, it’s true, but he doesn’t strike me as the kinkiest guy in Rhodolite. However! He likes to spice things up now and again! I feel like he would get a kick out of being lightly tickled with a feather as foreplay—even better if it was happening while he was blindfolded. Anything to draw out the anticipation and tension for this guy who usually doesn’t have to work that hard at getting someone into bed with him lol. Also, imagine lightly tracing a finger or a butter knife or a feather or literally anything over those shoulder and chest muscles....? And he might even let out a little low-toned nervous chuckle...?? Yeesh. 😮‍💨
Chevalier Michel – Overstimulation/Edging
Chev loves to have the power! He loves to make you squirm! He thinks it’s hot but also it genuinely amuses him! Lol. What a monster this guy would be. He’s written in his route/canonically as having awkward, fumbling movements when it comes to romance/intimacy, but I’m sorry, I do not buy it! Sorry to you, Ikéwriters! You’re wrong! This dude is so confident it is almost scary! He would be so commanding in bed!! For real!! Like, he is perfect at everything and has read so many romance novels...??? Like he would be lethal??? Imagine him fingering you so deftly that you are about to come, and then he extracts himself from you so suddenly that your heart almost falls out of your chest, but you look up and he’s just smirking at you??? King Chev needs to unwind too okay!!
Clasvis LeLouch – Bondage
Another member of the Rhodolitian Sluts Committee! However, Clavis is a “gentleman.” He “respects” you or whatever. Haha, I actually don’t think he would be that kinky, but I do think that he knows his way around some rope lmao. He’s always setting traps! He’s bound to set a trap for you in your bedroom one of these days. And that trap would be designed in a way that some rope would happen to pull you up by your wrists, leaving you helpless and writhing like a little worm on a hook for him. What is he supposed to do? Not toy with your body and tease you until you come?? He’s so considerate though! Always just thinking about your pleasure... What’s the problem?? 😇
Leon Dompteur – Breeding Kink
Okay, don’t come for me, but I genuinely think that Leon is the least kinky of all of the princes. He’s so noble and so egalitarian that I can’t really picture him getting into sexy stuff that requires power exchanges or pain or too much tension even. There’s a world of kink beyond those things, of course, but he just reads like a sweet vanilla boyfriend to me! But! I can see him getting particularly excited by the idea of putting his babies inside you haha. He would come inside you one time and then not be able to stop thinking about the possibility of you getting pregnant—imagining your belly swelling up, your glow as you carry his child... he’d get all embarrassed by how much the idea turns him on! He’d sheepishly bring it up at first, but before long he’d be whispering in his husky daddy voice about how he’s going to fill you up with his seed. Teehee!
Yves Kloss – Food Play
I mean, chef Yves feeding you his delicious treats? Or eating off of your naked body? Treating you like his personal little buffet? Yves would be so sensual with this. He would get off on watching you eat, loving the facial expressions that you make while you savor something that he made just for you. He’d also be into eating off of you—whipped cream play comes to mind! He’d hand-make some deliciously sweet and fluffy cream, first putting it somewhere cute and innocent like on your nose and licking it off, and you guys would tease each other until he gets all flustered and frustrated and decides to put it on your nipples and your bare stomach and your fingers and... everywhere! He'll show you who can make who flustered!! hehe cutie Yves. 🤭
Nokto Klein – Exhibitionism
Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got another huge slut over here! Ugh, I love Nokto haha. He’s such a problem lmao. He wants the whole world to know that you are his and his alone. He also wants the whole world to know how hot and sexy you are! He’d take any opportunity to fuck you in semi-public. Or at least make out with you. He knows how to get you so distracted with his tongue, his hands, his murmurs in your ear... He’d be fingering you in the palace gardens or in a back corner of a ballroom before you even knew what hit you. He’d be all like “Look at her body, look how beautiful she is, haha but don’t ever touch or I will kill you! While smiling! Teehee!”
Licht Klein – Pain/Blood Play
(This kink is not for everyone! Proceed with caution! Also PLEASE be careful if you try this IRL!) Licht gives me masochist vibes. I can see him lying in bed with you, both of your naked bodies softly touching, you lightly running your fingers over his muscular arms, until he cautiously broaches the idea of you using a knife/small razor blade to make small cuts on him or a needle to pierce his ears or skin... You would hesitate at first, but after he reassures you and you see just how flushed and excited he gets from being at your mercy like that, you’d realize that it’s something he gets off on and enjoys. You guys would talk about it a lot to make sure that you’re going about it in a safe way! Part of the appeal for him is you treating his wounds afterward! He would only trust you with this activity.
Luke Randolph – Somnophilia
(All of this is consensual!) Luke loves to nap, and I feel like napping together would be a staple in your relationship. He loves nothing more than slowly fluttering his eyes open to see you lying next to him, still asleep. You look so beautiful and delectable, and since you guys have agreed that it’s okay—you even have a system in place, where you put on a certain bracelet or ribbon that signals your consent before you go to sleep (if you’re not wearing it, he won’t do anything)—he’d slowly slide his hand between your legs, trailing soft, wet kisses along your neck and collarbone while you’re still sleeping, gradually beginning to stroke your clit... the sensation of you getting wet while you only start to stir awake makes him hard as a rock, and before long you’d both be up and at ‘em lol.
Sariel Noir – BDSM / Impact Play
The Devil of the King’s Court!!! Oooohooohoohoo. Sariel, Sariel, Sariel... Hahaha, I can’t with this man. He definitely has a secret torture dungeon somewhere in the castle, filled with all kinds of beautifully designed whips and paddles and chains. You’d be his little plaything, no question haha. Sariel is for the masochist girlies lol. He would find excuses to “punish” you all the time, and honestly you would do the same—he would be so excited at the sight of your pretty skin getting redder and redder as he spanks you or whips you. He’d reward you for good behavior by making you come over and over again and being very sweet with his aftercare. Ugh, kinky king!
Rio Ortiz – Getting Fem Dommed / Puppy play
Biggest! Sub! In! Rhodolite! Haha. Rio is canonically referred to as the MC’s “pet” or “mutt” or “dog” across multiple main story lines lmao. And he would be such a good boy! Imagine his eager little face as you boss him around. He wants nothing more than to please you. You could be a mean mistress or a kind mistress, it doesn’t even matter! He’s at your beck and call no matter what. He’s your personal little bitch now, so use him! He likes it! Buy him a collar and leash and everything. He’ll do literally anything for his beloved mistress. Ugh, it would be equally fun to yell at him or reward him for his good behavior. Rio is the ultimate puppy material!
Gilbert von Obsidian – Total Power Exchange
(This kink is not for everyone! Don’t forget that Gilbert is pretty much a dictator! Proceed with caution! This is a consensual activity! Don’t put up with this shit IRL unless it’s thoroughly agreed upon!) Gilbert would love to control every single aspect of your life haha. He likes to see the anxious look on your face when you need something but know that you have to ask for his permission. Like, you even have to ask for his permission to go to the bathroom or eat food. He likes having all of your needs at his mercy. It makes him so horny for you. Of course, you have to ask for his permission on what to wear, who you can talk to even... Your entire life belongs to him, just like he likes it. Occasionally, you would do something without his permission and he would have to punish you!
Keith Howell – Wax Play
My thinking here is that wax play would appeal to both “Keiths.” Dark Keith would like it for the danger/tension and Kind Keith would like it for the softness/sensualness of it after the wax dries. They would go about it in different ways. Dark Keith would hold you down and pour hot wax over your most sensitive areas, making you yelp. Kind Keith would slowly drip wax along the less intense erogenous zones, like your collarbones or feet, then sweetly peel it off of your naked body. The temperature play aspect of it would be really exciting for him, and he’d love to praise your beautiful soft skin after it’s been dipped in wax.
Silvio Ricci – Getting FinDommed
This kind of breaks from MC’s canonical attitude toward Silvio and his wealth, but this is what is in my heart lol. Silvio likes a brat! He’s a tyrant and has a difficult personality, but he actually likes it when someone doesn’t back down from him. He’s so used to getting whatever he wants, the idea of being at the mercy of his little bratty baby's whims and needs would be so thrilling to him. Literally he’s your wallet now. He’s the richest man in Benitoite! Take advantage of him! He doesn’t get a choice. He's there to buy you new clothes, new shoes, as many treats as you want, a new house even! He’s got the money, babe! And that money is YOURS now. Not his. Muahahaha. 😈
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aayakashii · 1 day ago
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Treat for haru?? :3
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The door to the dorm's entrance opened slowly and in came Haru, looking disheveled and exhausted.
"Hey, Haru. Good work today." You welcomed him back, peeking your head out of the kitchen.
You had offered to help with cleaning and organizing the dorm's quarters a bit, since Haru barely had time to do it while he spent all his days on the fields. Towa and Ren weren't very reliable either.
He looked at you, surprise on his features as if he momentarily forgot that you had offered to help, before relaxing his shoulders.
"Oohhh this place looks so much cleaner! Thank you so much..." he said, the usual energy on his voice long gone after a hard work day.
"It's not problem, I like to help." You reassured him.
As he trudged, defeated, towards the stairs, you squinted your eyes, observing his face from a distance. You were sure he looked a little bit redder than usual.
"Um, Haru–"
"Ah, I'm sorry, hold your thoughts!" He interrupted you. "I'm gonna take a shower real quick! I have to go immediately after getting home, otherwise I'll lose all the motivation and just crash, haha..." he explained.
You nodded, eyebrows scrunched upwards in understanding. Haru mouthed a thank you and climbed the stairs, painfully slow.
You wondered, for the nth time since you met him, if there was any way you could help relieve him of his workload.
Haru came back from the shower a few minutes later, looking a whole lot better. Feeling clean and washing off the grime from all the animals and the muddy fields did wonders on his mood.
He plopped by your side on the couch, where you organized your own bag, with a satisfied sigh.
"Ah... Nothing like a shower to make me feel a bit alive again!" He said, fully relaxing against the couch and resting his head on the backrest. He then turned his head to you.
"What were you going to tell me? Sorry I had to make you wait!"
You stared at his face once again, tilting your head while you were deep in thought.
"What's wrong? Is there anything on my face?" He giggled and rubbed a hand on his cheek, a bit embarrassed.
"Haru... Be honest with me right now..." you narrowed your eyes.
He gulped loudly, throat bobbing up and down
"W-what...?"
"Do you wear sunscreen?"
He raised his eyebrows.
"Sorry...?"
"Do you wear sunscreen? You're super red, Haru. Your skin is like. Burning. You actually look like a shrimp." Haru gasped at your words.
"Hey, shrimp is a low blow!" He whined.
"But you do! You got red hair and red face! You're a shrimp! And don't avoid my question, you don't wear any sunscreen, do you?"
Haru turned his head to the other side just to avoid facing you and pouted dramatically.
You placed a finger on his chin and gently moved his head back to face you. His pout only got more exaggerated.
"I'm gonna take that as a no." You said with a sigh and opened your bag. Apparently, you had prepared for that situation, fishing out a green bottle and showing it to him.
"What's that?" He asked, eyeing the bottle suspiciously.
"Aloe vera. It helps with burns." You opened the bottle with a pop and approached him. Haru began leaning back, as if you were about to attack him.
"But I'm not burned!"
"Should I show you a picture of a shrimp?"
"I'm not a shriiiiimp!" He whined again.
"Let me apply this on you so tomorrow you won't be all dry and itchy!"
He opened his mouth, making an "o".
"Is this why I wake up dry and itchy?"
"Aha!" You pointed your finger at him, accusatory. "So you do wake up dry and itchy! See! You need to apply this! And to wear sunscreen too!"
Haru paused for a moment, but then sighed in defeat.
"Okay, okay! I do wake up dry and itchy. AND my skin may peel sometimes." He shushed you with his hands before you could yell. "Wait, don't scold me! I accept my fate! You can put the green goo on me." His expression became hilariously solemn.
"Oh my god Haru, don't be so dramatic. It's just a little gel." You said, squeezing a bit of the medicine on your fingers. Before applying on his face, you raised your eyebrows, silently asking for permission.
When Haru nodded, you placed a small drop of aloe vera onto his nose and both of his cheeks.
"Eek! It's cold!" He yelped.
"Of course it is, it's supposed to heal burns." You said, rolling your eyes and failing to keep a grin out of your face.
Haru scrunched his nose for a little while, but his face ended up relaxing quite quickly.
"Hhhmmm... this kinda feels good...?" He murmured after a few minutes. You hummed in response, focused on applying the gel properly and gently massaging his face.
"Actually... kinda making me a bit sleepy..." he mumbled, and not before long, you heard the first snore coming out of his open mouth.
You huffed out a silent laugh, finishing the massage after a little while. He had fallen asleep so quickly, you could only guess he was absolutely exhausted.
Haru snored quietly, shifting slightly in his sleep as you got up from the couch. You observed him, a little smile on your lips, and covered him with a duvet, tucking him in as comfortably as possible.
Before you went back to your dorm, however, you left a bottle of sunscreen on the coffee table right in front of his couch, with a little sticky note placed onto it.
It read: "Please start wearing sunscreen! Otherwise I'll have to keep on putting aloe vera on your face so you don't turn into a shrimp ♡♡♡ take care ♡♡♡"
Little did you know Haru would disobey you as much as he could, only to get you to stay close to him like that every single day.
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fluentmoviequoter · 7 hours ago
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Happy Scary Halloween
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Pairing: Tim Bradford x shy!SWAT!fem!reader (w/ daughter from previous relationship)
Summary: Lucy asks you and your daughter to help prank your boyfriend Tim on Halloween, but he isn't the only one who gets scared.
Warnings: vague spoilers for Megan (2022), quotes from other horror movies, fluff!
Word Count: 1.9k+ words (I had fun with this one haha)
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“Coming with?” your teammate asks. “We’re meeting at Fanny’s.”
“Not tonight,” you answer softly, looking down at your shoes.
“Mid-Wilshire will be there,” she adds, shaking her shoulders as she watches you.
Rubbing your neck to hide your reaction to the mere thought of Tim Bradford, you murmur, “I have to pick up my daughter.”
“Ugh, fine,” she concedes. “You get a pass this one time. But you can get a sitter – shoot, I’ll watch her next time if it gets you out for a few hours.”
“Thanks.”
You leave the locker room and walk through the station, unable to keep your mind from drifting to Tim and when you’ll get to see him next. You’ve been dating for a few months, and your daughter gets along with him well, but it’s been just the two of you for so long that you are unsure if you’re comfortable with taking the next step. Tim is quite possibly the love of your life, and you don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that, but your daughter comes first. I need to buy her a Halloween costume, you remember as you get in your car.
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“What do you want to dress up as this year?” you ask your daughter, who rests against your shoulder as you watch an old Halloween movie.
She shrugs and moves closer, wrapping you in an awkward hug. “Any ideas?” she asks you. After speaking, she shakes her head and mumbles about the character on screen being dumb for going into a cemetery alone.
“Depends,” you answer. “Do you want to be cute, scary, something in between?”
“I dunno. Maybe we should ask Lucy for help.”
You nod and smile. “Probably.”
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While you relax in the comfort of your home, watching the end of a movie with your daughter, Tim sits at a table in a diner surrounded by other police officers. The days leading up to Halloween are usually some of the worst days of the year for cops, rivaled only by Halloween itself and Spring Break. He’s tired and wants to see you, but his department put in a lot of work over the last few days, and Angela guilt-tripped asked him to come.
“Any big Halloween plans?” Lucy asks as she slides into the booth seat across from Tim.
Tim shakes his head and leans back in the seat.
“You’re going trick or treating aren’t you?” she guesses. “Getting soft now that you’re in love, huh?”
“Watch it, Chen.”
“What’s my honorary goddaughter dressing up as?” Angela inquires.
“Honorary goddaughter?” Tim repeats, raising his brows. “What?”
“Just tell me what she’s going to be, Timothy.”
“I don’t know, don’t think they’ve decided yet.”
“They? Oh my gosh, I love them so much,” Lucy gushes. “I wish my mom and I got along like they do.”
“What can you expect? They’re both shy,” Angela points out, “and they’ve had each other through everything.”
“You and Wesley giving out full-sized candy bars again?” Tim inquires, attempting to move the conversation away from you and your daughter.
“Of course,” she scoffs. “And we’ve got a bet going to see which costumes will be most popular this year. He’s thinking Spider-Man, I’m thinking Hermoine or Megan.”
“Megan?” Lucy repeats, his eyes widening in a way that Tim knows too well – she has an idea.
“Don’t start, Chen,” Tim sighs.
“I didn’t say anything!”
“C’mon, Lucy,” Angela beckons, “let’s go where we’re appreciated. There’s some firefighters from the 118 back there, maybe we can get you a date for the Halloween party.”
“As long as his costume isn’t a shirtless firefighter,” Lucy stipulates as she follows Angela. “Once was enough.”
Tim checks his phone, unsurprised to see you haven’t texted him. Yet, he smiles when he sees the picture of you and your daughter on his wallpaper. Maybe he is getting soft, but not for anyone except you.
Across the diner, Lucy drops her voice to communicate her idea to Angela, Nyla, Nolan, Grey, and Wesley. It will take some convincing, and a few minutes of practice, but it has the potential to be amazing. Most impressive, it might actually scare Tim Bradford.
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“If I get punched, I’m blaming you,” you murmur to Lucy as you straighten your costume.
“If he punches you, Angela will punch him back,” she replies. “But I don’t think he’s going to go that far. I want him to run, not react.”
“We are talking about the same Tim Bradford, right?”
“He’s on his way,” Angela announces. She turns to your daughter and asks, “Are you ready?”
“Yep!” your daughter answers, smiling at you. “I’ve been practicing.”
“This is the best Halloween ever!” Lucy exclaims.
“I’m still saying it doesn’t work,” Wesley calls from down the hall, where he’s setting up a fog machine.
“Have a little faith, Wesley!” Angela replies. “He loves them, his guard won’t be as high.”
Your cheeks warm at her comment, and you walk to your daughter to fix her wig and dress instead of replying to Angela’s claim. Tim does love you, you know that, but it doesn’t make it easier to remain impassive or collected, for that matter, when someone else points it out.
“All these years of SWAT training to just prank him with a creepy doll movie,” you muse quietly.
“Hey, that’s a good point,” Nolan replies. “If he punches you, just use that training.”
You look over your shoulder to scowl at Nolan, but his eyes meet yours, and he smiles, so you turn away quickly. Tim will arrive any minute, so Lucy turns the lights off, starts the music she made for this prank, and everyone moves into place as the fog machine whirs.
The front door opens, and you inhale deeply but silently, just as before a raid. It clicks closed, and you count Tim’s steps before he flips the light switch. Nothing happens thanks to Nolan flipping the breakers, and Tim’s movements grow quieter but not impossible to track. In time with his soft breaths, you tap Lucy once… twice… and then lay your palm flat against her arm.
A spotlight in the corner of the hall comes on, dim and buzzing lowly, as it illuminates your daughter, dressed as Megan and standing with her head down. The replica katana Wesley brought glints on the table from your position but should be invisible to Tim. He moves into the hallway and narrows his eyes as your daughter looks up. The blue contacts Angela helped her put in seem to glow as she watches him.
Suddenly, the music changes and your daughter steps to the side, beginning the dance from the movie as she moves down the hallway and nears Tim. Pushing off of the wall, she spins and lifts the katana. With a deep breath, she does the measured lunge Nolan helped her learn and stabs the blade toward Tim. He jerks backward just as the light turns off. Your daughter giggles as she disappears into a dark bedroom.
Though he can’t see you, Tim is only feet from you as he turns in a slow circle in the dark. Lucy’s music fades before Megan says, “This is the part where you run.”
All the lights in the house come on as Nolan flips the breaker, and you wait behind Tim. When he turns again, he steps back quickly at the sight of you. Sitting in a chair and dressed as Annabelle, you let your head drop to your shoulder before Angela and Wesley throw several dolls out of the doorways in the hall, letting them land with clear thuds on the hallway floor.
Tim steps back, narrowly missing the table while he backpedals toward the door. You’re admittedly shocked at how well this is going, but you’re also beginning to feel a bit of remorse for pranking him like this.
“You need to learn some manners, Tim,” your daughter says, stepping back into view with the katana hanging from her hand.
Tim reaches for the doorknob, then stops. He watches her for several silent seconds, then says her name. With his complete focus on your daughter, you stand and place the life-sized Annabelle doll in your chair.
“That-“ Tim begins, leaning forward to place his hands on his thighs. “That was pretty good.”
“You were scared,” your daughter taunts, bouncing in place. “We did it!”
“I can’t believe that worked,” Wesley murmurs as he turns off the fog machine.
“Add that to your Tim Tests!” Lucy exclaims, emerging from the kitchen.
“I should’ve known you were involved.” Tim turns toward ‘Annabelle,’ and says, “Okay, you did it, you can get up now.”
The doll doesn’t move, and he looks at Lucy, who keeps her eyes on the white dress and shakes her head. Tim walks to the chair and lays his hand on Annabelle’s shoulder, causing her to tip onto the floor.
“Where’s Mom?” your daughter asks, looking between Angela and Lucy.
“She was Annabelle,” Lucy murmurs slowly. “I didn’t have a doll.”
“We didn’t either,” Angela adds. “She has to be around here somewhere.”
“Nolan, if this is-“
“It’s not me,” Nolan interrupts. “This wasn’t in the plan.”
“Tim,” your daughter calls, more of a squeak than anything, as she points to a trail of red droplets leading toward the side door.
Tim leads the way, followed closely by Angela, Lucy, and Nolan, while Wesley waits inside with your daughter. They exit the house and see bullet casings scattered across the small patio but no sign of anyone.
From your position on the roof, you can see their expressions, the worry and fear they’re attempting to mask – likely for your daughter’s sake.
“I see dead people,” the speaker you mounted below the patio covering whispers.
“Do you think she’s doing this?” Lucy whispers.
“I don’t know that she could,” Angela points out.
You smile beneath your mask, moving closer to the edge. Pressing a button on your phone, the speaker plays a dial tone before shifting to a quiet static sound.
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” you ask from the roof.
Tim, Angela, Lucy, and Nolan turn quickly, and Nolan presses his hand over his heart as he sighs. You don’t know what you look like, perched precariously on the roofline in a Scream-face mask with a long black robe rippling in the breeze, but clearly, it worked to scare Tim even more.
You pull the mask off and smile. “So, did we scare him?”
“Him?!” Lucy repeats. “You scared us!”
 Tim smiles suddenly, and your eyes drift to his chest.
“You scared your daughter, too,” he points out, clearly proud of himself.
“Did I?” you challenge softly.
Wesley and your daughter exit the house, and she smiles as she looks at Tim. He shakes his head and hugs her, then demands that she change or at least take out the contacts.
“Happy Halloween, Tim,” you call.
When they turn around to find you, your position on the roof is empty, not even a shadow of your robe is left as evidence you were ever there.
“Thanks,” you tell your SWAT teammates as you land on the ground in your front yard. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Oh, we got the good end of this deal,” your teammate says. “Bradford trying to get out of the house without any sudden movements was golden. And it’s all on video. Good luck dealing with him now.”
You sigh as they leave and return to the backyard, where Tim cups your face and demands eye contact. You squirm in his hold, and his smile widens.
“I’m getting you back next year,” he promises.
“Ooh, I’ll help!” your daughter agrees, moving to stand beside you both, her shoulder pressed to yours.
You, however, get caught in the idea that they both want to be here, beside you and with you, again next year. It’s a happy Halloween, indeed.
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runningincircl3s · 3 days ago
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Nothing Ever After
Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro
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Chapter Eleven
chapter warnings: NSFW!! half of this chapter is basically just smut lmao
apologies for the short chapter! the next few are pretty long so that'll make up for it :) once again a smut warning comes with a warning that i simply can't reread my own smut haha, so please ignore any mistakes!! happy monday :)
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You were left utterly speechless, you didn’t have anything to say to that and before you even had time to think of something to say back, he had taken his drinks and left. As much as you wanted to play along with whatever game he's playing, you couldn't deny that you felt guilty. You were hurting, and so was he, but you didn't know what to do to fix it.
As you walked back with all the drinks, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as Caitlin laughed at something Vinny said, acting like it was the funniest thing in the world. 
“After we finish our drinks,” you whisper to Noah as you sit back down beside him, “Why don’t we go back to the hotel? I’ll say I feel tired and you could say you’ve got a call you need to take…”
“They’ll still be suspicious,” he says, “Let's just wait until we’re done here, okay? We've got nothing else on for the rest of the day, it'll be just you and me. All night.” He smiles, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, sending shivers through your body, but you nod your head. 
“It’s Bryan’s turn!” Nicholas cheered, turning his camera on to Bryan, "So far Noah's in the lead, Chris is pretty close and so is y/n! It's gonna be a close one."
“I don’t know why I’m still playing, I’ve already lost. You guys are all 50 points above me!” Bryan chuckled as he got up.
"C'mon, Bry, it's all just for fun." You smiled, and he shook his head as he went up to bowl.
In the end, you and Chris had the most points, and you only needed to score higher than 7 to beat him. He jokingly gave you a sly look as you got up, taking your turn. 
As you rolled the ball, you hit 5 pins in the left corner. You knew you had this in the bag! You’d easily beat Chris, there was no doubt. 
You rolled the second ball, and hit 4, leaving one in the middle, yet winning the game! 
You turned around, smiling as the guys cheered for you, all except Vin who was talking to Caitlin. You walked back to your seat, grabbing your bag and your phone, finishing your drink and grabbing Noah by the hand to pull him up. 
“My room or yours?” You asked, tilting your head as you looked up at him. 
“It’s gotta be yours, doll. I’m sharing with Matt tonight.” He whispered.
“Cool, let him know you’re coming to my room to look at the pictures I took, to see if any of them are official page worthy.” You smiled, “I’ll text you my room number.”
As you began to walk off after saying your goodbyes to the guys, who were staying behind for one more drink, you accidently bump into Caitlin as she digs through her bag for something.
"Sorry!" You gasps, and you smile, shaking your head.
"Don't worry about it," you notice how Vinny was at the bar with a couple of the guys, so you took the slither of time you've got to talk to her, "So how do you know Vin?"
"He followed me on instagram a few years ago, he'd always like my posts and reply to my stories. We try to meet up whenever we can- it's nothing like that though, we're just friends... Unless we're drunk in his hotel room." She giggles, and you smile and nod your head.
"Well, it's been great to meet you!" You say as you take a deep breath. You weren't jealous, why would you be jealous? She's a beautiful girl, he's a beautiful guy, of course they're going to get up to all sorts of things when they're alone.
So why were you so mad that they had a history, or that he invited her along today?
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“Fuck,” Noah groaned as you grabbed a handful of his tshirt, “I never thought this moment would come, where I’d have you all to myself.” 
You grinned against the skin of his neck, where you were peppering kisses before you felt the back of your legs hit the bed. You wiggled your way up, your head now against the pillows as Noah hovered over you, the most devilish look on your face. 
“You beat all our asses out there, didn’t you, beautiful?” He slips his hand under the sweater you were wearing, feeling your bare skin beneath his fingertips, “I don’t know whether to reward you for doing so well, or teach you a lesson for being so cocky earlier.” 
When you thought his hand would travel higher towards your bra, he surprised you, his hand moved lower, and you felt it slip under your skirt, under the hip of your underwear and rested it there, his thumb tracing over your pubic bone. 
“But you’ve been working so hard for us, I think it’s only fair that I say thank you.” He added, before asking permission to take your panties off. 
He moved his way down your body, your sweater now pushed up, exposing your tummy where he kissed a trail down to your thighs, yet he insisted your skirt stayed on. You knew what you were doing when you got dressed this morning, part of you wore it to tease him, and although you wouldn’t let yourself admit it, part of you wore it to tease Vinny too. 
You felt bad for him, knowing how you let him down, but you suddenly stopped thinking about Vin when you felt Noah’s tongue on your clit, kissing, licking, nipping and sucking as you threw your head back, strings of moans leaving your lips as you melted into the pleasure, letting it consume you. 
“So fucking gorgeous, you know that?” You heard him say. 
As his mouth worked on you, his hand moved its way to where you needed him. He teased your hole with his thumb, slipping the tip in before pulling back out, leaving you clenching around nothing as he smirked against your clit. 
“Noah, please,” you begged, breathlessly, “I need you, stop teasing.” 
“I know, baby, look how wet you are,” he said, pushing himself up slightly as he ran his finger teasingly slow through your folds, collecting the slickness before he took his finger into his mouth, “Bet it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked, hasn’t it? Poor thing.” He pouted before he dove back in. 
“Oh my g-” You slapped one hand over your mouth as the other tugged on his hair, you swore you felt him groan into your pussy as he brought his hand back up, his pointer finger slipping into you with ease, followed by his middle finger. "Fuck!"
His fingers fucked into you slowly, too slowly, but he knew how good it was making you feel and the noises you made as you were begging for more was music to his ears. He takes your thighs and places them over his shoulders as he sucks on your clit, his fingers curling into you, rubbing the spot you could never reach alone. He needed to see you come undone for him, he needed to watch your break in his hands 
He pulls his face back to kiss your thighs, the rough pad of his thumb now stroking circles over your clit, the slight stubble on his chin tickling you as sinks his teeth into your soft flesh, losing himself in the pleasure he was giving you. 
“I’m so close,” you tell him, “I’m gonna-”
“Go on, baby,” he tells you between kisses to your clit as , “Need to see how pretty you look when you cum, my pretty girl.” He mumbled into your flesh, as you felt your thighs tremble around him. 
It didn’t take long for you to finish, your walls clamping down around Noah’s fingers as he moaned into your skin. Even after your orgasm hit, he didn’t move, he remained between your thighs until you had to force him off, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle. When he finally came up, he roughly grabbed your cheek in his hand, crashing his lips into yours as he moved up, kneeling between your thighs, you could finally feel how hard he was, and you were almost certain he had gone commando today. 
“Noah…” You panted, your forehead slightly damp with sweat as he rested his against it, “Fuck me.”
“Anything you want, angel.” He smirked, and you felt his hands reach for the hem of your sweater, pulling it over your head, his lips parting at the fact you weren’t wearing a bra. As he took one of your boobs into his hand, you worked on undressing him. 
“It’s not fair that you’ve still got all your clothes on.” You tell him as his fingers tease your nipple. 
“I’m sorry, baby.” He says, slowly pulling back as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his fully tattooed chest, then pulling a condom out of his pocket before pushing his joggers down- and you were right, he wasn’t wearing any boxers. “That better?” He asked, leaning back down to kiss you again. 
As you kissed, you felt his hips twitching involuntarily, his cock rubbing against your heat as you desperately tried to get more from him. 
“Noah, please…” You begged, “please fuck me, I need to feel you…”
"You're so pretty when you're begging, baby." He teases. “Are you sure?” He was watching how frustrated and flustered you were as you screwed your eyes shut and tried rocking your hips, needing more. 
“Yes!” You whined, and he pulled back, you guessed to roll the condom on, and with no warning, you felt the head of his cock nudge against your walls as inch by inch he filled you up. You felt as tears fill your eyes, the pleasure from his cock filling you so perfectly mixed with the dull ache from the stretch and the pain of him remaining so still inside you. 
He slowly began to move, his hand holding you down by your waist as the other pulled your legs to wrap around him, letting him fuck deeper into you as you cursed his name, your nails digging into his back. 
After a while in this position, Noah flipped you over onto your stomach, and he reached down to position you with your ass up for him whilst your face was buried in the pillows. He continued to fuck you like this until you came for the second time, muttering incoherent nonsense as your second orgasm took over you, but judging by the look in Noah’s eyes, he still wasn’t done.
He had you in every position, on every surface of your hotel room. From the bed to the desk in the corner, to the bathroom sink where he made you watch as you fell apart for him. You lost count of how many times you came, but just when you thought he was done, you were flipped over or lied down as he drove back into you, or got on knees to clean you up.
Hours had passed at this point, and the two of you were finally lying together on the bed, your limbs sore and your heart beating erratically as his fingers danced over the skin of your arm, holding you close with your head resting on his chest.
There were moments during your night together where you were using sex to release your built up frustration towards Vinny, knowing how much he would hate to know what you and Noah were up to, but you assumed he would be doing the same with Caitlin later so you assumed he wouldn't care.
"You okay?" Noah asked, gently twirling a piece of your hair before tucking it behind your ear.
"Yeah," you smile, tracing the outline of his stomach tattoo with your finger, trailing to just above his belly button, "I can't believe we just did that."
"I don't think I've ever lasted so long." He chuckled.
"Don't you go to the gym now? Your stamina would've improved." You point out, and he smirks.
"Yeah, I've been seeing the way you stare at me," he rubs his hand up and down his arm, "Don't think I don't notice, angel."
"Can you blame me?" You tilt your head to look up at him, "The last time I saw you, it looked like it would take one strong gust of wind to blow you over- and I mean that in the nicest way possible, that's literally my type- and now you look like you could bench press me?"
"So you're saying I'm your type?" He raised an eyebrow, a smug look across his face as you sat yourself up.
"No!" You tried to hide your smile.
"So what is your type?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours as he awaited your answer, but this only caused you to blush.
"I don't often like someone for their looks, it's always their personality. Someone funny, a bit of a nerd, has the same music taste as me, who stands for the right things... Someone who doesn't care about what other people think of them. That's what I find attractive."
"Y'know you basically just described me, y/n." He smirked.
And Vinny.
"Shut up!" You smiled, "So what's your type?"
He thought for a moment, and you thought he was going to give you an honest answer, but then he started describing you. Your height, your hair colour, your body shape, your eye colour, before you interrupted.
"Noah, I'm being serious!"
"You think I'm lying? What have we been doing for the past three hours, princess?"
"You... Really like me?"
"You haven't noticed?"
"Oh, Noah." You frowned, and he reached out to pull you back onto his chest.
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roodles03 · 7 hours ago
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The Youngest Park. (Huntlow Kid)
Yes, I decided to make a 3rd Huntlow kid. Why? Because I wanted to haha.
Oliver is the youngest of his two older siblings, Poppy and Graham. (Poppy and Graham are twins). He is 2 years younger. (Pictured at age 14 here.) He loves animals and building things. He wants to build sanctuaries for animals when he grows up. He is at a average magic level compared to other witches.
He is the least serious of his two older siblings and can be quite mischievous and silly. While he does enjoy magic, he sometimes prioritize is fun over his schoolwork, often leading to missing assignments. He also gets in trouble the most out of his siblings. He isn't a bad kid or anything, just a bit immature and doesn't take things as seriously as he should.
Oliver isn't closer to one parent other the other. He isn't a "Momma's Boy," or "Daddy's Boy," or anything. Like his siblings. He's equally close to both.
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pickleslice · 1 year ago
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we had a guy come into the clinic bc him and his girlfriend tried a tiktok trend where you melt candle wax into your ear and then when you remove it’s supposed to have cleaned your ear but the wax got stuck in his ear so the doctor had to remove it i cannot stress this enough do not put anything into your ear ever
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wellfine · 9 months ago
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Can I take a wild swing at your Childhood friends AU?
I've had a few people reach out and ask if they can write stuff about that AU (or just straight up say they're going to take it without asking, haha..) so I'm gonna answer this one publicly as a blanket answer that's basically "yes"!
I don't own the concept of a childhood friends AU and I'm sure I'm not the first person to think about Usopp & Sanji meeting when they were young, so already I don't feel right telling people they can't take inspo from my AU. And also, I'd love to read more people's takes and interpretations on this AU and sanuso in general!
Sometimes I can be precious about my concepts in case I'd like to work them into my own comics/stories but I think this one is fair game! If you take direct inspiration from my work in your fic then I would appreciate credit/a link back, but like I said, I can't really claim ownership over such a broad concept.
Let me know if you publish it though so I can read it!
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jennilah · 6 months ago
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i took my scooter out of storage for the first time in years and i didn’t walk two feet from my apartment before someone asked me about it
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eightyuh · 7 months ago
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wick's end co-editor & harry kin dani is being cheeky rn ... <3333 😊
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mila-carat · 5 months ago
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Me coming once again to ask me to update my blog's theme but i'm lazy and too attached to my actual one o.o
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untraditionaleagle · 6 months ago
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Faceplant
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dayurno · 1 year ago
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hiii tumblr user dayurno <3what do you think would be kandreil social media usage post-canon? i love thinking about 35 year old neil posting throwback pictures of him, andrew and kevin at age 19...
i also have this idea of neil posting a headline about him being the fastest striker in the pro league (whatever idk sports terms LOL) with a caption like 'this goes out to kevin day, who one time told me i wouldn't always be able to rely on being the fastest player on the court. my entire career has been a way of proving you wrong' (said very lovingly of course <3) and kevin just very earnestly replies. i love you neil, you have been a pleasure to teach
or like it has been a pleasure to teach you everything you know. eheheh
idk very out of character for them but i think about it a lottt. what do you think :)
OH THIS IS CUTE OK. i think kevin's social media usage is and will always be strictly professional, to me he'd be chronically offline and only actually keep up with social media if it was about exy. he really really really doesn't get the whole gist......... kevin is those people that say "social media? id rather go hiking haha" but like unironically and genuinely
on another hand i think neil would like it! he knows enough about social media (almost nothing) that he thinks its all about posting pictures he doesnt want to lose, so hed like it......... :3 neil has the scrapbooker's temperament after all so i think hed appreciate having a place to store all these memories knowing theyd never disappear. i do think his account would be locked though
andrew doesn't do social media in the traditional sense but i really believe that he'd be easily caught in the tiktok/instagram reels/whatever dopamine loop LMFAO andrew likes being distracted and not thinking so he'd enjoy his 5hrs a day tiktok scrolling while smoking time. kevin disapproves of this on a level yet unknown
re: kevin telling neil he was a pleasure to mentor ............ :') I REALLY BELIEVE HE THINKS THAT...!!! kevin strikes me as the kind of person who would drop unbelievably earnest comments online and not notice the magnitude of what hes saying. just like he does it in real life
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noisytenant · 1 year ago
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sorry, i think this might come across mean, but it is simply how i feel.
almost always i genuinely enjoy writing alt text and im glad im in the habit of doing it. but also, the idea of having someone else describe my images instead of me is so viscerally repulsive. I wonder if we could use this to get more people to write alt text. if you dont wanna write alt text then someone else decides how your post looks to people using screen readers (or people with slow internet). shudder !
and i want to be clear. the people who add image descriptions are incredibly kind and doing a great service often for little to no recognition or appreciation. And a lot of them are good at it. But it isnt about the quality of the description--they could be the best damn writer in the world, they could knock my piddly description into smithereens--if someone else ever became the voice to describe my art, or my face in a memey selfie, or literally anything i posted for public viewing, i would explode. i was born a control freak and i will die a control freak. ONLY I DECIDE MY NARRATIVE ‼‼‼
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