#idk man my brain is buzzing with Things 2 Do

[watery-melon-baller]

i keep having fuckin Ideas

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

i like your cock

(i like your panties part 2)

pairing: idol lee know x fem reader

genre: smut 18+ only!

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: phone sex, masturbation, slight dom/sub dynamics (y’all know i love that shit), pet names ofc (baby, angel, kitten)

an: if you haven’t yet, you need to read part one. or else this won’t make much sense? or you do you ig. this is fictional. pls don’t take this too serious.

masterlist • part 1

— private number: i like your panties

holy shit. you didn’t know what to say to that. this man is famous. are you just supposed to sext him? like..? you felt like your brain was going to catch fire if you thought about this any harder.

“um. idk what to say to that.” you text him.

—private number: *attached image*

you take one look at that picture and throw your phone across the room. it clatters on the hardwood floor, sliding until it crashes into your closet door. but throwing your phone did nothing to keep the image out of your mind. one look at it and it is forever engraved in your brain. the picture didn’t include his face, for obvious reasons, but it did include him sitting on his bed, back resting against the headboard. his cock was out, hard and on full display. it was resting against his stomach, which was sadly still covered by his shirt. you thought it was sort of sweet in a way. he is brave enough to show a random stay his cock but was still too shy to show the scar on his tummy. but you guessed that could be another identifying factor he was trying to hide. he didn’t know if you would take this picture and post them, claiming them to be him. without his face, and without the scar, you had no proof. except maybe his arms. but that wasn’t proof enough. not that you would ever dream of doing that to him.

you scrambled off the bed to retrieve your phone, needing to look at the picture again. to study it closely. upon finding your screen was still intact, thank god, you opened the picture again. his strong hand was gripping the base of his cock, the veins running up his arms matched the vein running up his length. you couldn’t believe your eyes. and much to your embarrassment, your mouth filled with saliva. you forcibly swallowed and returned to your bed. you were drooling over him and who could blame you? his cock was big. you could wrap both your hands around it, knuckle to knuckle and his head would still be sticking out of the top. speaking of his head, it was pink and leaking precum, staining his tshirt.

then you had a thought that plagued you. was he this hard because of the picture you sent him? you felt a tingle at your core, the panties he so liked were sticking to your skin. you should probably answer him. but what do you even say to that?

“i like your cock.” send.

wow what a stupid thing for you to say. but you had nothing else in your brain, no thoughts other than that damn picture. your phone starts vibrating in your hand. buzz buzz buzz.

— calling: private number

your wrist twitched with the urge to sling your phone across the room again but you refrained. you stared at it as it rang. your stomach was in knots, your brain a clouded fog, but your pussy was a mess and you decided that was enough for you to press the little green phone icon. you slowly brought the phone to your ear.

— i was starting to think you weren’t going to answer. he said, his voice husky and deep.

“i was scared.” you admitted.

he chuckled and if you hadn’t already been sitting, the sound would have brought you to your knees.

— you are adorable.

“i can’t believe this is happening right now.” you told him.

— can’t believe that i called you? he asked. — or can’t believe that i sent you a picture of my cock?

“well, both.”

he laughed again and you thought that you would never get tired of the sound.

— hey you started it. he teased. —this is your fault. you’re the one who made me all achy like this.

“i.. i told you i didn’t mean to.” you buried your face in your hands, as if he could see you. he could hear the embarrassment in your voice.

— hey, he soothed. — it’s okay jigaya. no harm done, yeah?

“yeah.” you agreed. “as long as you’re not mad.”

— of course i’m not mad. i’m in a little predicament because of you, but i’m not mad.

you could tell by the sound of his voice that he was smiling. and that made you smile too.

“well if it makes you feel any better, your picture put me in a similar predicament.”

— mmm he hummed into the phone, sending chills all through your body. — is your little pussy all wet under those pretty panties? he asked.

you gasped, the butterflies in your tummy felt like they had wings the size of tennis rackets, but you were so needy. your clit was throbbing, begging for stimulation.

“yes.” you answered him, breathy. “wanna touch it.”

— you can touch it, baby. slide those panties off and touch it for me.

you did as he asked, kicking your panties off onto the floor. you brought your hand down, letting your fingers brush over your puffy clit. you let out a small moan at the feeling of finally getting some relief.

— that was a pretty sound. he said. — i want to hear more.

his voice was so deep and raspy and sexy in your ear. you didn’t know Lee Know could sound like this. you didn’t know you could be so turned on by someone speaking. and once again you were reminded that you were talking to thee Lee Know. you rubbed circles on your clit faster and faster, chasing your high.

— baby can you do something for me? he asked.

“mmhmm.” you moaned. “any-anything.”

— anything? oh that’s tempting. he teased. —i want to hear you. put the phone on speaker, kitten. and then hold it down next to your pussy.

reluctantly pulling his voice away from your ear, you pushed the speaker button and moved the device down. he could hear the rustling of you moving the phone.

— put your fingers inside. let me hear how wet you are. he commanded.

you moved the fingers from your clit, down to your opening, slipping two inside. you slowly began to pump them in and out, the sound of your arousal filling the room.

— fuck. he breathed out. —that’s it, baby. fuck your little pussy for me.

“m-minho.”

— yes, angel? i like it when you moan my name like that. sounds so pretty.

“feels so good.” you tell him.

— i know, baby. youre making me feel good too. pumping my cock in my fist, listening to you.

the moan that escaped you at that, was loud. you had a momentary thought that you may wake your neighbors, but you couldn’t care right now. you clenched around your fingers. you orgasm building.

“fuck. minho. i’m- i’m gonna cum.” you tell him.

— you are? you’re such a good girl baby. gonna cu-cum for me? he was a stuttering mess now too and you wondered if he would cum soon as well.

“you cum too?” you asked, practically begged. “please, min. please please.”

— such a sweet girl. he said. —i’m gonna cum too, kitten. don’t- don’t worry.

you conjured up an image in your head, of minho with his head thrown back, eyes shut, mouth slightly open, fucking his fist as he breathes into the phone. and that’s all you needed to send yourself over the edge.

“oh my god.” you moaned, your orgasm crashing over you, your body convulsing. you accidentally dropped the phone onto the mattress, riding out your high.

— fuck. yes, baby.

his voice was muffled by the sheets. you scrambled quickly to pick up the phone, you wanted to hear every word.

he was panting slightly. — well, i’ve made a mess. he chuckles.

“me too.” you sigh. “my sheets are wet now.”

— you know, this is not how i pictured my night. but, i’m glad i texted. glad you sent me your number. glad you had my bubble. just.. glad.

he was rambling. you laughed softly. “i agree this is definitely not how i thought my night would go.”

— are you okay? he asks. —that was kind of intense.

“i am soo okay.” he laughs at that. “better than okay.”

— good. he lets out a sigh that almost sounded sad. —i should probably get some sleep. i have to be up early for rehearsals.

“yeah. not going to lie, i’m pretty sleepy now.”

you could hear the smile in his voice again. — you’re so cute. maybe i’ll text you again tomorrow? if that’s okay?

“sure, min. of course that’s okay.”

— okay, good night. he says softly. it was almost a whisper.

“good night.” you tell him. and then the line clicks off, your home screen returning.

before you have a chance to close your eyes, your phone dings with two notifications. one from minhos private number, and one from his bubble. his bubble reads: 질자 ❤️🌙

and the one from his private number is a picture. his shirt pulled up to reveal his toned stomach, a slight scar running across it, and drops of cum peppering his skin, pooling near his belly button.

—guess i should wash up before bed. but i’m so tired.

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A Goth & An Emo Walk Into a Room

Dream of the Endless x Wayne!Reader, Bruce Wayne & Sister!Reader

Summary: "He's literally an anthropomorphic personification of dreams," Bruce says, making me roll my eyes. I place my hands on my hips as he continues, "the attraction you feel to him is just-" "It's literally just a coffee date!"

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, overprotective older brother!Bruce, THERE IS NO INCEST IN THIS FIC I WILL CHOP YOUR FINGERS OFF, i said this would be short idk why i did this to myself, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: i'm in a goth/emo bf brain rot and i thought of this last night so i had to write it. ALSO I WANNA SAY I HAVE 3 REQUESTS PENDING BUT DW I WILL GET BACK TO YOU MKAY I LOVE YOU Part 2 ig??? "Vengeance & Nightmares"

Alfred stops what he is doing and heads for the entrance the moment he hears the doorbell buzz. The moment he opens the door, one thing is very apparent to him.

"Lord Morpheus," the old butler with white hair greets, nodding.

Alfred takes in his attire, the long trench coat that reaches his ankles and the shiny, black, heeled, leather dress shoes that were barely visible because of it. He takes in his dark hair, wild and unkempt, the darkness of his water line that makes his blue eyes more teary than it already is. He takes in his black leather pants and black cotton shirt, and its stark contrast to the bouquet of wildflowers and peonies in his grip.

He was exactly like his master Bruce.

"Alfred," the King of Dreams regards with his deep voice that vibrates in the butler's thorax.

The said man sidesteps and motions, "the young masters have been despairing over the dress that our dearest-"

"DREAM!" I call from the top of the curved staircase. I grin breathlessly as I tighten my grip on my silken robe and run down the steps and rush towards them.

I release a breath as I make my way between Alfred and my date, eyes falling to the flowers in his grips.

"Are those for me?" I ask, painted lips curving in endearment.

"They are indeed," Dream's stoic face barely softens as he hands me the flora.

I release a chuckle and accept them gratefully, "you've been taking my pointers to heart, it seems."

"I have," he responds, lips curving, though not nearly as much as mine.

I inhale deeply the fragrance of my flowers before releasing a chuckle, "well they're beautiful, Dream. Thank you."

"You are welcome."

"Might I suggest that the lord wait for his date in the parlour while I prepare him some tea?" Alfred says, turning from me to Dream.

I release a huff and pull the flowers away from me, "I swear I was nearly ready but then Bruce ripped my dress, and I tackled him, and because of that I had to redo my makeup, but then he became five and hid my highlighter, then I heard the door, and I had to make sure to got here before-"

"It is quite alright," Dream mutters airily, brows knit slightly, "I do not think waiting for you to finish dressing will wear my patience at all."

I chuckle, pursing my lips in a soft smile, "still. I did say 12 o'clock."

He shakes his head, "Cast away your worries. I will wait as long as necessary."

"I will wait as long as necessary," Bruce echoes when I make it back into my room.

I roll my eyes at him and shove him, "stop being insufferable, you sewer rat."

Bruce raises his brows as he reels back at my violence, "you look like a sewer rat."

"Oh, thank you," I coo, going to my walk in closet, "I really tried my best," make my way behind the folding screen, "but you make it look effortless, babe."

Bruce scoffs as he plops on the bed, lying down on the cushion, "you've clearly never seen a rat, nor a sewer, seeing how disconnected you are with reality from the view up on your high horse."

I release a long string of chuckles, "what do you mean? I'm literally related to a sewer rat; how could I not know its filth?"

Just as Bruce props on his elbows, I changed into my backup dress and throw my robe at him.

He pulls the fabric blocking his vision and watches me as I make my way to my vanity and press two pumps of perfume on both sides of my neck.

He examines the green dress on my body, snorting at the drop back and the slit, "if he so much as even breathes the wrong way around you-"

"Bruce," I roll my eyes.

"I'm serious," he blurts, quick to stand on his feet, "I don't care what he is, I will destroy him."

I press my lips into a thin line and look up at his darkened expression. I smooth the fabric on his shoulders then pat his cheek, "okay, Batman."

Bruce is hot on my trail as I head out and make my way down to the parlour, putting on my pumps along the way.

"He's literally an anthropomorphic personification of dreams," Bruce says, making me roll my eyes. I place my hands on my hips as he continues, "the attraction you feel to him is just-"

"It's literally just a coffee date!" I quip, grabbing onto his arm as I struggle putting on my shoes.

Bruce catches me, knitting his brows, "tell him that," he is exasperated when he adds, "the man literally proposed to you when you met."

"He's a literal endless being; our mortal concepts are merely quaint suggestions for him," I say, suddenly thinking, "do I have lipstick on my teeth?"

He makes a face as I bare my teeth at him, "no, just spinach from last night."

"Ha," I pull away from him, "you honestly think between the two of us, you have better dental care?" I walk away again, "your front two teeth are literally fake."

"Your whole personality is fake," he quips, walking by my side.

I scoff, "come on," I take his arm once we make our way down the stairs, "your elderly is showing. Your roasts are getting so lame."

"That's because hang around you all day."

"Pssh."

"Or should I say I worry about how you constantly insist on getting yourself into exceptionally venturesome situations," Bruce turns down to me with a hard look.

"I'm literally the best thing in your life, don't even," I snort, I shoot him a similar look, "you'd literally be twice as lame without me. And that's apart from the fact you'd have turned the entire estate into a cave of darkness."

"Hmm, as opposed all your rackety house parties?" He sighs, "sounds like bliss to me."

Once we are two steps away from reaching the floor, I shove Bruce off me. Of course, he does not fall and lands on his feet with a jump, then shoots a look of daggers at me.

I faux gasp and place a hand over my lips, "oops, sorry chummy."

I push back my hair as I make my way to my date.

The moment he feels my presence, Dream turns to me and rises from his seat. He meets me halfway as I walk over to him. Once I am in front of him, I raise my hands and tilt my head, "so, what do you think? Good enough?"

He holds his hand out for me and I take it, "you put all others to shame with your radiance."

I cannot withhold my giggle as he kisses the back of my hand.

Dream pulls away when he hears the annoying cough behind me.

I huff as I hear my brother speak, "Dream."

Bruce makes his way to my side as Dream nods, "Bruce."

"Take care of my baby sister," he says dryly.

I roll my eyes at him, "I'm literally 2 years younger than you."

"That already goes without saying, but I assure you," Dream turns to me, "she will be under my constant protection."

"And can you protect her from yourself?" Bruce snips.

I sigh and grab onto his stiff arms, "alright, that's enough," I push him away, "go listen to My Chemical Romance of something."

Bruce does not listen to MCR at all, and only eyes us from the corner of the room as we make it to the door.

How funny. Reminds you of anyone?

Dream is unfazed as he stands outside the open entrance, still as the wind catches his coat.

Alfred helps me wear my coat.

"I do admit, your brother's dislike is ironic," Alfred notes as he pushes my coat up my shoulders, "when they are clearly cut from the same black, brooding cloth."

"Exactly!" I chuckle, spinning to look at him, "I'm thinking it's because he wants to be the only black sheep around."

Alfred measures my words before speaking as he hums, "then it appears you must like the King of Dreams very much."

I involuntarily chuckle, feeling as though I was caught, "it's just coffee, Alfred."

He hums once more as he nods, "very well then, miss."

Dream turns to me, then to his hand that I take in mine once I am beside him.

I release a breath, "I really like holding hands when I walk with people. Will that be a problem?"

"Certainly not," Dream mutters, his relaxed hand firmly grips mine.

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😈 Brand New Person ‼️ PART (2/6) Anne’s grief.

A Dark Riders and Dark Rider! Aideen! GN! Reader fanfic!

my app is still messed up so I’m back to posting on the browser 💀 pls help this is so bad . 😭😭😭 also… do u guys want . The angsty ending … or the REALLY angsty ending… 😳😳😳 I have two planned out sadly they r . Both bad but one isn’t as bad as the other 😭!!! This part is from Anne’s pov and this is the first time I have really written anything with her so it might be ooc??? 💔💔💔 also did the grammar by myself again I think I might be getting better? Idk 😭 english is . Hard . Anyways ty guys for u patience!! Enjoy the silly next part and do let me know if u want the bad ending or the really bad ending ❤️😋

Summary: while Anne thinks and grieves a Dark Rider starts trouble. Warnings: writing about d3ath, memories of someone passing, talks of explosion and d3ath caused by it, and mentions of wanting to v0mit.

Anne was growing anxious. The Dark Riders were giving her and her friends more trouble. They had been showing up more than usual all around Jorvik. No place was safe anymore the Dark Riders were wreaking havoc anywhere they could with no care in the world for the hurt they were causing. They weren’t holding back anymore they were more dangerous than before, and this was worrying Anne. The danger of the Dark Riders worried her, but there was another thing that was making her anxious… Rumors. Anne and her friends were hearing rumors of a new rider on Sands team. No one could provide a description of the rider or their horse, so Linda called it a rumor. She said that the Dark Riders were most likely trying to further scare everyone, so they spread a rumor around to do so. Everyone calmed thanks to Linda’s words, and they ignored the rumor. As Anne tried to think about what to do about the Dark Riders the feeling of worry went away. It was replaced by a deep sadness. You occupied her thoughts now… Ever since your death the team was a bit messy. You always knew what to do always helping with plans, and carrying them out. Anne was a bit lost without you. everyone was lost without your plans and the stability you brought to the team. Your loss deeply impacted everyone specially Anne. The woman felt guilty because she never told you just how much you meant to her. She deeply appreciated your plans and the way you helped bring the team back together again you were a good friend, and she never told you. She wished you were here she really needed you here. Guilt slowly took over Anne’s mind. Before it could finish its takeover on the woman’s brain her phone rang. Anne’s phone buzzed and moved across her vanity as a call flashed across the screen. She picked her phone up answering the call it was from Linda. As soon as Anne answered Linda spoke and she sounded scared. All Anne needed to hear to get moving was Goldenhills, forest, fire and Sabine. She told Linda she would be there soon, and she hung up quickly getting ready to leave home and ride to Goldenhills.

Blondie galloped through Silverglade Manor her ears perking up as she heard “hey!” and “watch out!” as she and Concorde ran through the stables. The mare wasn’t sure why her rider was in such a hurry and neither was the foal. She huffed shaking her head as she ran through the vineyard then down the path to the arena. Was her rider late to a competition at the arena? Is that why she wanted to gallop? Blondie neighed as she passed through the riding hall and the arena confused as to where her rider was going in such a hurry. Concorde had no questions she was happy to run. Soon they were in Goldenhills and the mare stopped terrified when she saw the smoke coming from the forest. Concorde was excited she had no fear she was strong and brave she could put the fire out herself! Anne pat the mare trying to comfort her, so she could ride closer to the forest. The thoroughbred refused to go further, so Anne left her at the care of Jasper. The man was not happy about having to play horse sitter, or to let Anne go into the forest he hoped the girl knew what she was doing. Anne also left a very unhappy Concorde behind with Blondie. The foal was ready to be a hero and save the forest, but her owner didn’t allow it, so she was upset. Anne ran the rest of the way to the forest going as fast as she could. She saw her friends gathered near the entrance of the forest they all looked like they were deep in thought. Their horses were further away all gathered together ready to help. “What happened?!” Anne yelled from where she was making everyone look to her. Lisa spoke “Sabine set fire to the forest!” Anne was still a bit far, so Lisa had to yell. “The rangers are on their way here!” Lisa watched as Anne got closer “and we’re trying to find out if Sabine is still in there!” Anne got to where everyone was when Lisa finished her sentence, and she huffed as she tried to catch her breath. Linda caught Anne up on everything that had happened while Anne tried to catch her breath. She told the leader that before the fire got worse, they managed to get all the animals out, and that the plan was to try and find out if Sabine was still in the forest spreading the fire while they waited for the rangers to come put it out. “I don’t think she’s still in there” Alex looked to the forest “I didn’t see her while getting the animals out.” Anne’s brows furrowed as she thought about what to do “spread out” she said looking at the forest with Alex. “We can find out faster if Sabine is still in there by spreading out” the plan was dangerous, but Anne needed this to be done quickly “stay far from the fire.” She looked to everyone, and it was clear the leader was unsure, but her team pushed away any negative feelings they had about the plan, and they went to look for Sabine. Anne went up the path leading to the broken stone bridge. At the bridge she looked over the edge seeing the forest. She was right above it and from her high point she could see the fire was not as big as she thought. Hopefully, it would stay small, so the rangers could put it out quick. The woman also felt bad for Emma all her jumps were in there she hoped they could be salvaged. As Anne continued looking she realized the fire was following the way the course went. It looked as if it were mapping out the jumps, and she wondered if Sabine was out there doing them.

The idea was silly Anne couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her. She then felt bad for laughing at the situation so she cleared her throat feeling awkward. Anne realized another thing, the path was perfectly mapped out as if Sabine had gone through it before, but there was no way she had? As Anne tried to think of an explanation, she saw the rangers come into the forest quickly getting to work on putting out the fire. The woman sighed relieved as she watched the fire be put out, she knew she could relax the forest would be okay and the animals were safe. The leader continued to watch as the fire was put out, and as she watched the forest, she could see blurs of color show through the gaps of the golden leaves in the trees. She narrowed her eyes leaning over the edge a bit to see who was riding through… Was it a ranger? More colors followed the others… Black, red and gold. It did not take long for Anne to worry as she realized Sabine had still been in the forest. She looked like she was leaving, so there was nothing to worry about now the Dark Rider wouldn’t cause any more trouble. As the blurs raced through the forest Anne moved to the other side of the bridge ready to see who Sabine was riding with. The leader waited a few seconds, and she saw the first blur come out from under the bridge. A familiar horse slid to a stop shaking their head. The horse turned and Anne could not remember from where she had seen it before. She couldn’t see the face on the rider due to it being covered by their hair. Sabine came riding out of the forest, and Anne could see her speaking, but could not hear what she was saying. The Dark Rider suddenly tensed, and she started looking around. Her eyes eventually landed on Anne on the bridge. The Soul Rider narrowed her eyes at Sabine ready for a fight should Sabine try to start one. The rider with her looked up to where Sabine was looking, and Anne’s expression went from angry to horrified as she finally saw who the other rider was. The woman huffed she wanted to throw up she covered her mouth stepping away from the edge. She sat down leaning against the other side of the bridge as fear hit her. Her heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as the memories of the day you died came flooding into her mind. She could see the explosion clearly, she felt like she was in the valley again. She could see your body on the ice but… You were here. You were on your horse riding with Sabine this had to be a sick joke the Dark Rider was playing. You were dead she saw your body she saw the explosion. She could not deny what she saw that day she couldn’t tell herself that somehow you had lived. She saw you, she saw that you weren’t breathing, she was at your funeral you were dead, and no one could deny it.

Anne needed to move she needed to tell the others about you and Sabine, but she couldn’t move fear was keeping her seated. She felt as if her bones had been locked in place. Her brain was saying ‘go!’, ‘run!’, and ‘get away!’ but even with all of these thoughts she couldn’t move. She could hear a horse coming her way she managed to glance to where the noise was coming from seeing you riding to her. Anne felt her body release… Her brain screamed ‘GO!’ at her making her quickly get up, and run to the other end of the bridge. Time felt as it had slowed down while Anne was panicking, but now that she was up and running it all rushed back to normal. Her heart continued to try and burst out of her chest  adrenaline pushing her to go further. Anne ran faster than she did to get to the forest. She wasn’t sure why she was running from you maybe you were still her friend?  As much as she would like to stop, and ask you she also knew you could be an illusion. Stopping could be a death sentence, and her whole body had a bad feeling about you, so she ran only looking forwards. The Soul Rider could see her friends standing on the other side of the forest. She tried to run faster trying to get to her team the leader wished she had Blondie to get to her friends quicker. She could hear neighs behind her, and she came to a quick stop as a horse rushed in front of her. Your horse blocked her from running further, and you glared down at her. Anne didn’t know what to do she was frozen in place again. Her memories took over her again, but only for a few seconds. She gasped coming out of her memories and back to the current moment thanks to something hitting her chest. The woman fell letting out a huff as she landed on her back, she bit her lip holding back a scream of pain. You kicked her and you kicked her hard wanting to make her fall down, or at least get air knocked out of her lungs. The woman managed to prop herself up on her elbows watching as you dismounted, and walked over to her. She tried to breathe, but her chest hurt it did not allow her to take a breath. “It’s nice to see you again Anne” you smiled at her again, balling your hand up into a fist. Your voice was the same there was no way you were an illusion you were really here alive, and standing in front of her. The Soul Rider had so many questions she would have tried to speak to you she would have asked you ‘why are you doing this!? How are you here?!’ but she was stopped by your fist coming right at her. 

TY FOR READING! ❤️ I wrote more than I thought for this part 😭 on what I use to write it looks like so little but on tumblr its soooo much.

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again w notes

3-6 ok ngl s3 so far has been mid.. i think i'm paying attention less.. high10k was funny•

3-7 murphy looks cool this ep.. •

"it's weird." "how?" "well - everybody likes him." ..... "that's f'd up." •

hector looks cute this ep, so does kaskae ... also kaya :-) •

"fear no more" on van w 'fear' repeating on speaker n 'fear' on back was a cool bit .. •

i meant to note it then(2-6) but didnt so will now bc theyre going to her.. when murphy left lucy, just no one questioned it.. they rly thought he killed her ? interesting. . •

the man watching murphy eat this brain rn feels sexual .. lmfaoo then he puts a gun to him •

operation bite-mark need a spark, did u carry on need to hear ur call we've been gone - you've been gone too long c-z wannabe, that's me i need to see murphy talk to me - please don't freeze on my knees beggin hear my plea whoo! • ready? i'm kaya on the wire can't get by ya, why ya try it ain't a liar, mama mercy is my business and my business is on fire still alive at the northern lights we had a fright but we alright we ok, we hold tight every day, day by day x5 day by day • kaya in the sky-a B)

lol the man leaving his hand w his middle finger up for murphy•

3-8 sketchy n skeezy r baack .. tbh they r worse than i rmbr .•

"lost causes are worth dying for! yeaahh, wooo!" my lovr (inmydreamsofc)•

"fear turns us into monsters; no less violent than the enders and no more alive than the z's." •

"who won the election anyway?" "everyone wrote in the same thing.. 'that weed doctor'" •

3-9 i forgot abt vasquez... ahh damn... well hi n bye vasquez :/ .... i feel like if roberta warren n teresa mendoza could team up, in either of their worlds.. pheww ... o hi lucy .. wth's happenin w hector •

3-10 murphy -_- 10k :(.. here we go w lucy.. doc looked cute this ep•

3-11 doc at the table ... •

oh hell no..

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3-12 perhaps murphys best look.. damn he changes sm.. lets see 1. s1e1-4, skin - white, hair - br/shaggy . 3/5 2. s1e5-12, skin - white, hair - bald 2/5 3. s1e12-s2e12, skin - blue, hair - br/buzzed 2/5 4. flashback s2ep14, skin - white, hair - br/fancy? 3/5 5. s2e13 - s3e6, skin - blue, hair - bl/shaggy 3.5/5 6. s3e7-s3e11, skin - blue+white, hair - bl/shaggy 4/5 7. s3e12-?, skin - lavender?+blue, hair - wh/fancy 5/5•

ahhhh murphy n warren purpleroom scene... the tension, the looks! ooo when warren pulls out the brain n looks at him like :/ •

lol 10k n red r cute but sun mei bein completely over them is funnier •

"you dont understand." "if i did, i'd kill myself." ooof. .... "you know what they'll do to us." "i know." "we need you. - help me, warren." n warrens facee :') •

•^i need to rewatch killing eve.... n mayb the 100 but idk abt that.. but gahh enemies to/and(lol) lovers •

3-13 lucy ep, fun.. doc n addy at end were cute•

3-14 man ending the season w not 1 but 4 ppl jumpin off a cliff + 2 ppl shot. incredible •

• overall .... 2.5 .. not my fav apparently •

4-1 "2 yrs later, things have gotten worse" then showing warrens helldream, so funny •

intro - bulletbulletbigbullet.. •

aww warren n murphy this ep r so cute •

4-2 addy n 10k bullet moment, cool ... hi sarge •

4-3 "no one said anything about frickin canada!" "you got a problem with canada?" "yeah i do it's far" murphyagain •

4-4 "well if you're going im going. idk what's going on in that head of urs but i'm gonna throw a little faith ur way." murphy n warren 🤝•

4-5 warren n this elevator is reminding me of beef.. man that still is one of the most surprising n disturbing scenes ever .. i think beef was the best show i seen in 2023.. outta 66 •

10k "i love dog food! puppy chow's my stuff, man!" sarge waking up - "we saved u some puppy chow" "oh! *eats it quick* *notices bird w her* bird? bird. bird! i found a bird! *shoves fist w bird in air* it was alive when i got it." doc n murphy n warren "hey, let me see that." .... "murphy?" "hmm?" "did you eat the bird?" "*coughs feathers* no." "never mind that." lmaoo one of the funniest scenes •

"well now what are we gonna do?" "i don't know abt u but i'm just gonna curl up and die." doc lmao •

"what is our fate?" .. "i'm not sure. i just feel it. it's like i felt the first time i laid eyes on you, murphy. i didn't know the how, why, or any of the what was coming next. the second i saw you i knew my job in life was to get you wherever the hell you were going." "..when you put it that way." warren n murphyyy •

4-6 sarge is so pretty ugh, warren ofc is gorgeous .. aww lucy :( ughh murphy n warren </333 "goodbye july, hate to see u go - so fast that i got a bloody nose" •

4-7 warren n murphy getting pissed for each other.. warren when theyre zapping murphy 2x, murphy "you son of a bitch, i'm gonna beat you til the clown meat shows" •

4-8 awww kaya n jz :') nana tooo.. •

warren n murphy being in mindscape together but her seeing dreamhell n him seein a nice field , til he burns "i felt it - what she's feeling. it's excruciating." n them lookin at each other ....... •

"you think this will be over? i call that faith." "nah, that's just basic survival. you gotta believe this will end, right? if you don't - hug a zombie." pftt •

4-9 awww kaya n cz n jz :') •

[al-ghoul]

Was tagged by @moonlitdark for the 15 questions/15 mutuals thing, thank you!

are you named after anyone? My legal deadname - not to my knowledge. There is no one with that name in my extended family, despite it being one of the most common names in the country. My own name I am calling myself with currently - yeah, I named me after Frank Castle, I am a simple man XD

when was the last time you cried? Yesterday, because I'm so fucking tired, dear lord. Existence is exhausting.

do you have kids? Nah, and don't intend to. My bloodline ends with me.

do you use sarcasm a lot? Half the time, that's my main way of communicating.

what sports do you play/have you played? Do videogames count? I had a paper from a doctor to get me out of PE every year. I was in a summercamp once and they'd tried to make me play some kind of volleyball they were calling "pioneerball", apparently it was a mandatory activity, so I kept throwing the ball UNDER the net, made everyone angry, and no one had tried to call me for anything after that. Oh, and back when I had a job we had a corporate football (soccer) game a couple of times, I was a reasonably successful goalkeeper.

what’s the first thing you notice about other people? Energy signature. Make of that what you will.

what’s your eye colour? Dark brown.

scary movies or happy endings? What's scary? Horror movies make me cheer gleefully. Last time I was scared watching a movie was "Mr. Klein" (1976) with Alain Delon. Looks too much like current reality, don't like that, I get enough of that at home. I consider "Paranormal Activity: Next of Kin" (2021) to have a happy ending. I consider "Consecration" (2023) to have a happy ending. I strongly prefer latter two to the former, despite it being an actual very good movie, so I guess I'm all up for happy endings. Idk.

any special talents? I can channel my inner Colin Robinson and be insufferable. I'm also very good at remembering digits, sometimes against my will.

where were you born? Somewhere along 55°45′N, otherwise it's classified. Also, define "born".

what are your hobbies? Binging tv shows, crocheting. Sometimes photography, but it's been a while. Sometimes videogames (but lately can't play shit for shit, have no attention span). I do have more than 1000 hours in ACNH and almost 900 hours in Skyrim, those are my two most played, not counting Diablo 1-2-3 (my whole life) and Everquest 2 (for four years I was LIVING there) bc no statistics for that. Euro Truck Simulator 2 is a darling of mine. Binding of Isaac lives in the same box as minesweeper, solitaire and mahjong - it's something to kill the brain buzz. Does witchcraft count as a hobby? I do that a lot.

do you have any pets? Nah, I'm not a good pet owner, even houseplants die on me. My former snake lives happily with a friend now.

how tall are you? 5'5"

favorite subject in school? Maths, physics, had some fun with chemistry but only organic one - love the nomenclature.

dream job? Something very boring that doesn't involve people. An archivist, perhaps.

not tagging anyone, I'm not sure I even HAVE 15 mutuals to begin with. But if you are aware that we are in fact mutuals, consider yourself tagged.

[poppy-metal]

I come out of my Tumblr hiatus to bring u a thought. Pirate! Eddie. Him with the jack Sparrow look. The eyeliner. The clothes. The hat. He fucks u into practical unconscious bc 1. The dick is heavenly and 2. He doesn't know when he's gonna see u again bc 3. Your a royal and not supposed to be sleeping with the enemy. Idk just some food for thought

hey this physically did something to my brain it has stopped working. i also made it soft im sorry.

sneaking on pirate eddies ship to escape your marriage to lord creel (heh) nd his crew finding you and dragging you up to his chambers. you're terrified, you've heard the rumors about how ruthless a pirate munson was, how he and his creq ravaged villages and ships. but you were more scared of your life back home.

being brought to him and forced to kneel at his feet, where he sits in a makeshift throne of sorts, a big ancient looking thing. he's a beautiful and intimidating man. both everything like the legends and nothing like them at all. his white open vested shirt parts at his chest, revealing dark tuffs of his chest hair, and the start of inked lines that you guess are tattoos. his hair is long and wild, eyes soft a doe like, despite the kohl liner rimming them.

he taps his fingers idly on his the arms of his chair as he assesses you, quiet as he takes you in, dark eyes roaming over your tattered wedding gown.

a hint of a smile, "a runaway bride?"

you keep your head held high despite your racing heart. outside of his room his crew is tripping over themselves to see what's going on. "im no one's bride."

one of his eyesbrows lift, and you realize, despite his appearance, how nicely he presents himself. the whole get-up is purposeful. looking as feral as he unhinged as he does, he still gives off an air of superiority and regalness. "well." he says slowly, tap tap tapping his fingers. "i suppose you aren't now." he looks you over again, "did you hide yourself away on my ship hoping I'd keep you safe from your beloved?"

as he speaks he flips open a metal case near him, plucking a cigarette from the tin. he lights it as he waits for your answer.

"i just want safe passage." you hedge, watching how his rings glint as he cups his hands around the cig when it lights, fanning the smoke as he leans back comfortably. "i know i can't get that for free. i sought you out on purpose for that reason."

a plume of smoke blows from his lips. he looks intrigued, motioning towards you broadly, "go onnnn."

at this, some of your maidenhood returns, your eyes turning downcast. you're still wearing your engagement ring. the damn thing was too hard to get off when you'd tried before.

"m'not naive enough to think any pirates will do me favors. especially when im Henry Creels bride." you make yourself look at him, seeing the recognition of that name light his face. many people are scared of that name, but munson just looks curious, flicking ash of his cig as he listens. you lick your dry lips, "which is why....i plan to be of service. I know where my fiancé kept his investments. i know where he's kept hidden jewels."

even eddie munson isn't above greed. he's a pirate after, all. he licks his lips, and he stubs the cigarette out. standing, his heeled black boots thump against the wood of his floor as he comes to you.

you meet his eyes as he looks down at you, hair hanging down around his face is waves. pretty, you think.

when he holds his hand out for you, you take it, letting him pull you to your feet. he grins at you then, mishevous, and dimpled. "i think we have eachothers best interests at heart, little runaway. welcome aboard hellfire."

BRAIN BUZZING!!!!!! letting eddie lead you across sea, getting close with his crew after that, late nights in his chambers playing board games and teaching him how you and your childhood friend prince!steve used to dance (prince!steve whos currently scouring the very sea you're on to find you because hes in love with you. he's hitched a ride with pirate robin, his new best friend) at balls. he's clumsy and always steps on your feet but you think its endearing. finding out the rumors about him are basically just that, rumors. because eddie munson has a heart of gold.

and when you let him take you to bed weeks later, you're both feeling heavy with the fact that your journey is coming to an end. he'll have the treasures you promised him soon, and you'll be far and free from henry.

you let him lay you down and strip off your silk gown, run your hand down that smattering of hair down his chest until you reach that hard cock you've been craving between your legs since you first stowawayed on his ship.

he makes love to you, its your first time, sweet and intimate and hot, trading sacred murmurs you'd never speak out loud in the heat of the day. the bed rocking with his motions as he takes you, cradling you to him, lips pressed to your ear, your temple, your cheek.

"love you, my sweet little runaway. I'll never forget all that you've given me. your light, your laughter, this precious cunt. I'll take it all with me, forever."

[heizenka]

┄ DO I KNOW YOU?

➥ Izuku Midoriya x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: amnesia, hospitals (idk if this need to be a warning or not)

➥ word count: 1.1k

It wasn't meant to go this way, but it did. And there was no way anyone could fix it this time. The boy that you spent over 8 years loving was gone and there was no guarantee I would ever get him back.

"Hey Y/N I've gotta go, there's a villain in the city and I was just called in." The greenette called out as he slipped into his hero costume.

After his years at U.A He had finally managed to work his way up to being the number 1 hero, and you couldn't be any prouder of the boy. After all you had been with him through most of it.

You were the one who kept him going, but you didn't know that until he had proposed to you 2 years ago.

"Alright, be safe love." By now Izuku was fully suited up. You walked over to him and engulfed the man into a tight hug.

"I know, I will love." He said, and gently placed a loving kiss on the top of your head.

You both smiled at each other before he walked out of the door. Of course you had full confidence that he would be okay, but something in your gut was telling you otherwise.

You felt like something was going to go wrong.

You merely brushed the feeling off and started to work on the papers that you still needed to finish before your business deadline.

Sighing and you leaned back in your chair, you took a mental break. It had been over 3 hours since Izuku left, usually he was able to get things like this handled in under an hour, maybe an hour and a half. But this was new, and it was making you nervous.

That feeling that you had earlier began to creep it's way back into your head, but this time it was harder to ignore.

"No, he's fine. He's dealt with something worse than a simple villain on the street. He is fine.

After taking some time to reassure yourself and sort through you thought, a buzz interrupted you.

You moved to pick up your phone, looking at the unknown number you almost didn't pick up, but something in your gut once again told you otherwise.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Midoriya?" A females voice sounded form the other end.

"Yes, this is. May I know who is asking?" My eyebrows were slightly furrowed in confusion.

"This is the Hosu City Hospital. We are calling to let you know that your husband Izuku Midoriya has been in an accident. He is currently in stable condition, but he is currently asleep." Her voice remained calm on the line.

I was the opposite. My heart was beating again my rib cage, my brain was thinking a mile per minute. I was frozen.

"Ma'am? Are you alright? I know this may be a lot to process, but you need to stay calm, like I said he is going to be alright. I promise you." Her voice was different than it was earlier, it was softer as she tried to comfort me over the call.

I let out a shaky breath, "Yes I'm alright, thank you." I politely said before ending the call and gathering a coat, my phone, and the car keys.

I needed to see him.

Please be okay. Please be okay. God, please, please, please be okay.

You ran through the hospital department after being directed by the receptionist at the nurse's station. Everything was blurry in your teary eyes. Everything was white and made of steel and smelled like antiseptic alcohol; your nose was burning from it. Your heart was burning from the blood pumping through your body on an adrenaline high. Your lungs were burning as you tried to find the air to breathe.

After running through the bright white hallway, you finally made it to the room you were looking for. The heavy wooden door was closed, and you were scared of what you were going to see behind it. You lifter you hand to the handle, and released a breath before you pushed the door open.

Izuku was laying in a white hospital bed that was slightly upright. His eyes were closed with a bright white wound dressing wrapped around his head. His hair look just as messy as it usually did. His chest rose and fell with calm breaths, just the sight of him breathing gave you a small sense of relief.

"Izuku...." You quietly dragged the single chair in the room next to his bedside, trying not to let your face fall anymore than it already was as you shakily reached for his hand with both of yours. You laced his fingers with yours, almost afraid you were squeezing too hard, and intertwined your fingers with his.

You brought his hand up to your lips and gave it a small kiss, you knew he was going to wake up. Many different people had told you, but you were still so scared you were going to lose him. He was your other half, he completed you. And if he left, you would only be left as a shell as your former self.

Without realizing it, tears had fallen from your eyes, you closed your eyes hoping to get any kind of escape from the nightmare you were forced to call a reality.

A few hours later, you woke up with a sore back, slumped over in your chair and still holding onto Izuku's hand. You lifted your head from the side of his bed and looked up only to see him staring back at you.

Hope spread like little butterflies is your chest, "Izuku..?"

He was looking right into your E/C eyes with his beautiful green ones, you had always loved his eyes. They were your favorite part of him, they always showed what he was feeling, happiness, determination, sadness. But right now, you really wanted to look anywhere but his eyes, but they no longer looked like they held the love had had for you in his eyes anymore. No, now they were dull.

"Izuku?" You voice was small, the air that surrounded the both  you was so thick and cold, that it gave you goosebumps.

Usually when you were anywhere near the man, you felt warm and fuzzy. But now you were cold and scared, he was so close to you, but at the same time nowhere near you.

"Do I know you?"

And you were right. He wasn't anywhere near you.

Because he had forgotten you.

copyright 2021 heizenka, all rights reserved. I do not allow my creations to be published of translated anywhere else so please do not repost.

[h34rtizuku]

𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶

i hate angst without happy endings, but i’m also self-destructive. therapy is expensive, but ripping your own heart out and bearing your insecurities into a full-fledged story for you and others to read? free.

warnings : angst without a happy ending, insecurities, jealousy, mayhaps toxic behavior?? idk if ur looking for a good time, this isn’t for you bestie <3 also i might misspell uraraka’s name wrong a few times, i’ll fix them later :*

being quirkless had its advantages. with such a small number of us being born without powers, it left a lot of the mundane jobs open.

which is why, as soon as pro-hero deku opened his agency, i came to him with the request to be his assistant.

on the daily, he had people coming up to him asking for internships or to be his sidekick. but he never had anyone ask to be his assistant.

being the number one hero often meant that every day things, things one may take for granted or deem insignificant became just another list of things on the busy man’s to-do list.

therefore the appeal of having someone file his paper work and run to get him coffee in the morning was great enough to hire me.

and i was glad he did.

this is what i have been working for since i was a first year in high school. after watching the freckled boy break limb after limb to defeat his opponent.

yeah, i saw it as irresponsible and stupid that he had to break his own body to save others. but i was willing to overlook it.

my one goal during my remaining years of high school and up to college was that wherever that little green haired boy went, i would follow.

and that reigned true as his assistant. i would shuffle after him like a duckling following it’s mother, wherever he needed me.

if he needed me in a briefing to take notes for him, i was there. if he needed me to put in overtime to help him file the last minute paperwork, i was there. if he wanted a particular pastry from a specific bakery half way across town, i was there.

izuku was never mean, or demanding. always thanking me profusely for anything i ever did for him. leaving me to remind him that this was my job, and any way to make his life easier was good enough for me.

but maybe i should have held onto those blushed cheeks and crinkled eyes as he thanked me for the coffee that he didn’t even know he needed, for a just a little bit longer.

you know how a child will open a new toy on christmas and it quickly becomes their new favorite toy? playing with it non-stop, taking it wherever they go. until one day, they grow bored of it and never touch it again as it grows dusty at the bottom of their toy bin.

i know izuku wasn’t doing it on purpose, he didn’t have an intentionally mean bone in his body. i guess you could say, some other toys came around and took his attention away.

and that toy, was a particularly difficult mission in collaboration with uravity’s agency.

the two spent long hours cooped in his office as they went over notes, plans, intel, etc. until the conversation melted into talk about the old days and the wonderful memories they had together in high school.

i went to work the following days with absolutely no energy to handle whatever would be thrown at me. i hadn’t been able to get much sleep, as when i closed my eyes the only thing i could see was the look in his eyes when he saw her.

my patience was already thin given the events of the most recent week, but when the printer started malfunctioning leaving me unable to fax the papers izuku wanted me send, you could say that was the first domino.

i swatted and kicked and pressed any button on the stupid machine. telling myself i was merely trying to get to stupid thing to work, but deep down i knew that the printer was just my temporary punching bag. an outlet to unleash my anger and emotions onto something instead of letting them fester inside me.

so when one of izuku’s sidekicks came by, giving a snarky comment about my behavior, i was able to brush it off with a roll of my eyes and an equally snippy comment back.

but as the hunk of plastic remained steady in its plan to ruin my day, the lack of sleep and lingering resentment started to bubble within me once more.

i heard footsteps behind me and a joking voice say, “having a bit of trouble are we?”

if it weren’t for the white hot anger buzzing in my ears i may have been able to identify the voice before i lashed out on them. but we already established this was not my day.

so as my hands moved to clutch the machine below me, most likely to restrain my abuse to merely verbal instead of physical. i spit out, “listen i’m fucking trying okay? so how about you get off my ass and do something useful.”

i turned around to face who i thought would be another sidekick sent to push my buttons. but i instead came face-to-face with the green haired man himself.

eyes blown wide, mouth agape in shock, a light blush dusted under his freckles as he fought to handle the situation the best way he could.

but i beat him to it with a deep bow and an endless flow of apologies, opting to only blame my anger on the malfunctioning piece of junk behind me and not the several other reasons i was plotting murder in my head.

with a gentle smile and a soft chuckle he placed his hand to the back of his head, rubbing at the baby jade hairs of his undercut. “i see. bad days happen to the best of us.” he replied, his voice like honey.

i became drunk on the minor interaction he was giving me, bringing me back to the beginning days at this job where we would spend late nights trying to keep each other awake under the only singular yellow light as we finished paperwork. or where sometimes he’d invite me to spend lunch with him as he felt he’d enjoy the company.

i got lost in the intricacies of his face as he tampered with the printer. thin eyebrows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip captured between his thick scarred fingers as he muttered to himself.

i fell in a trance, locked on the slope of his button nose, his gemstone eyes, and chubby caramel cheeks dusted in freckles.

he looked essentially like the same boy i saw on the screen all those years ago, yet matured and hardened by the realities of life.

i wanted nothing more than to reach out and protect him any way my small quirkless body could. to be there for him the same way he was for everyone else.

he eventually got the printer to work with a boyish smile on his face as he told me that despite the good roughing up i gave the machine, he was able to locate and handle the issue. “next time, skip the punching and come find me, yeah? i’ll help with any problems you face.” he joked as he made his way into his office to resume his work.

i didn’t know it was possible to fall harder for that man, but he proved with every day of his existence that the impossible didn’t apply to him.

i was finally able to get some sleep the next few nights as my eyelids filled with the blush on his cheekbones and his gaze of concentration.

but my trip to cloud 9 didn’t last very long as the occasional meeting with uraraka became trips to her agency, and occasional meetings in civilian clothes to civilian places, like coffee shops and corner stores.

to anyone else, those would read as dates. to me, they read as dates. but izuku assured the gossiping sidekicks that it was strictly professional ~ nothing more, nothing less.

i knew that i would end up with more fits of restlessness and sleepless nights as i pictured the two of them laughing over a cup of coffee. so i sought out a replacement.

a moment. a look. a sentence.

anything directed at me that would choke out the ugly thoughts and images my brain would show me of the two of them together.

so that afternoon as i brought him his lunch, i placed the box safely onto the table beside him as he continued skimming through the papers littered across the desk.

he muttered a small ‘thank you’ but it wasn’t enough. as my hand moved to place his drink that i held in my other hand next to his food, a different idea popped in my head.

my hand moved faster than my brain could register what it had just planned to do. squeezing just enough for the lid to pop off and slip from my fingers to tumble into his lap.

as soon as the liquid and ice hit his lap he flew up from his seat and away from his desk.

my hands flew up to my mouth as a string of apologies fell from my lips. eyes watering in guilt as they moved around the room trying to locate something to soak up the mess with.

“i am so sorry, my fingers slipped and before i knew it i had lost control of the cup. i-i can’t tell you how sorry i am.” i rambled as i took my blazer off to wipe at the wet stains starting to form at the bottom of his teal suit.

“hey, hey, hey.” he said softly, taking my tinier hands into his large and battered ones. warmth enveloped my clutched sticky hands as he gently urged me to stand from my crouching position in front of him.

“it was an accident. no harm, no foul.” he said with a soft smile.

i should feel bad, as it wasn’t entirely an accident. but the warm and gentle look in his eyes made what little guilt i felt crumble away.

his thumbs rubbing soft circles to my skin as he worked to get the tears to stop streaming from my eyes was enough to get me to sleep like a baby for a good 2 weeks.

until it became a cycle. he would spend too much time around uraraka, and then i would do something all in the name of garnering his attention back on me.

was it wrong of me to do, to take advantage of his kindness? to take advantage of the fact that he was naive to my true intentions? maybe.

but i felt i deserved it. i felt i deserved to be looked at the same way he looked at her.

i wasn’t any different than she was. with the way she used her big brown eyes to pull him in. or the way her cute behavior made him blush. or the way her sweet way of talking made him laugh.

i can’t be her, or compare to her. so i found my own way around it. and no one could fault me for doing so. they just couldn’t.

at the end of the mission, uravity decided to throw a party in celebration of their win. a nice formal gathering, with everyone she had involved.

when izuku pulled me aside one late night to tell me that he was extending the invitation to me felt akin to a marriage proposal.

i wasn’t involved much in the case, merely being used as the one who provided them their lunch on their long meeting days. or filing and organizing the paperwork and notes that they would compile. i wasn’t out in the field, breaking bones like izuku or saving lives like uraraka.

i didn’t deserve to go, but i didn’t care. izuku had invited me personally and damn it, i was gonna be there.

yet, i shouldn’t have gone.

i shouldn’t have spent the hours on my makeup. i shouldn’t have enlisted the help of my best friend to do my hair as i gushed about how izuku had personally invited me, how he was the most perfect man ever, and how i was undoubtedly in love with him.

i shouldn’t have spent the week leading up to the event going from shop to shop trying to find the prettiest dress that was just the exact color of his eyes. i shouldn’t have spent about half my paycheck on said dress when i found it.

i shouldn’t have decided to face my fears and step out of my comfort zone to join a group of heroes that i knew were old classmates of izuku’s as they whispered about something that clearly was a raving topic.

because then i wouldn’t have heard how izuku was planning on confessing to uraraka. i wouldn’t have heard how this mission caused old high school feelings to rekindle. i should have known my place.

and that was far away from here, from the hero scene. i should have grown up to be an accountant or a chef.

when my father took me to get that checkup when i was 5, to confirm that there truly resides no quirk inside me.

i should have left it at that.

when i was riding my bike that day as a first year and i saw the group of boys huddled around a screen as they tuned into the u-a sports festival, i should have kept riding.

as maybe it would have saved me a lot of pain.

i backed away slowly, heels tapping against the tile floor as i hurried out of the building.

i didn’t realize how suffocated i felt until the chilly autumn hair brushed my face and into my lungs.

my whole body felt hot, i felt numb. i stumbled onto the sidewalk as i looked into the dark azure sky glittered with stars.

the tears finally spilled from my eyes as the stars muddled together into a messy blur. my stomach swirled and tensed as pit of nausea sunk in my stomach.

my chest heaved as it tried to process the crisp cold air into oxygen, but my throat was too tight to let much in.

i gasped and sobbed as my back hit the brick behind me, my legs wobbling unable to carry my weight much longer.

i slid into a crouched position as my tears mixed with the black of my mascara. streaming in pools down my cheeks, neck, and chest.

in the midst of my sobbing and heaving, i called my friend who was still at my apartment awaiting details of that night when i came home.

knowing it was far too early for me to be calling her she picked up the phone with confusion. it didn’t take much words from me, not like i gave her much, to convince her that she needed to come pick me up.

as she hung up the phone, my hand slipped from my ear, falling limp to my side as i placed my head into my other arm resting atop my knees.

this was inevitable and i knew it. no matter how many ways i was able to manipulate a sweet glance from him, it didn’t mean anything.

izuku was nice to everybody. sweet to everyone. kind to anyone.

but with her, it was different. he treated her that way, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

they had years of memories, of laughs. they were perfect for each other, both smart, and kind, and always looking to help others. never acting selfishly or for personal gain.

they shared soft touches like they did old stories. they looked at each other with the same respect and admiration.

i was wrong. uraraka and i are nothing alike. she didn’t have to beg izuku to look at her like she hung the moon, he did so without asking.

unbeknownst to me, as i was manipulating izuku into these fabricated moments of gentle gazes and kind words, i was manipulating myself.

lying to the deepest parts of me that knew that this wasn’t real. that i wasn’t her. that he didn’t think of us the same way.

to him, uraraka is an old friend, who views the world the same way he does, who shares his same passions, who built her quirk to do some good within this world.

to him, i was a coffee-getter, the girl who knew his lunch orders like the back of her hand, the girl who filed his papers. the quirkless little fangirl who practically begged him to give her a job under him.

i heard the metal door open and snap shut announcing that someone was now outside with me. however, i just assumed it was a party-goer stepping outside for a smoke or a phone call so i didn’t bother to look up.

i also wasn’t in the mood for if the person happened to be a drunk girl who was ready to become my therapist as she saw me crouched on the sidewalk wishing to become one with the cement and simply cease to exist.

“there you are, i was wondering where you went?”

i would have taken the amateur therapist over this.

the voice belonged to izuku, dripping with sugar and default kindness.

if i could become one with the bricks just a little bit faster that would be great.

“hey, are you alright?” his tone became worried but i still didn’t dare to look up from my arms.

“do you feel sick? did something happen? do i need to take you home?” there he goes, into hero mode. ready to drop anything to help anyone facing the slightest of inconveniences.

“please just leave me alone.” i mumbled, throat tight and voice wavering as i try to hold the tears that still remain to fall.

“what did you say? i didn’t quite hear you.” he said softly, gently setting his large hands onto my exposed shoulder.

they should feel like welcoming warmth, but instead they felt blistering hot as i shoved them away as quickly as i could.

“i said leave me alone.” i said, slightly louder as i no longer was stuffed in my arms and knees.

he immediately saw the mess my face was in, i could tell by the way he quickly reverted fully into deku.

“hey, what’s wrong? whatever it is, i can help. didn’t i say you could come to me whenever you ne-“

“oh my god just stop! i can’t take it anymore.” i snapped, finally able to look him in the face.

but not for long as i saw the same look on his complexion as the first time i snapped at him.

“you’re too fucking nice. leaving you vulnerable for people to take advantage of you. giving them a reason to be selfish.”

“i dont-“ he tried to start but i cut him off.

“i don’t need a hero, izuku. there are people you just can’t save.”

as he worked to wrap his head around what was happening, my friend pulled up in my getaway car.

i bent down and grabbed my purse, but before i could fully escape this night, izuku grabbed my wrist causing me to stare into his eyes.

now lit aflame with desperation, “please just tell me what’s wrong. let me help you.” he encouraged softly.

but i wasn’t going to fall for it, not again.

i wasn’t gonna be played for the fool as i took the soft look in his eyes for anything but the gaze of a hero hoping to add another save to their statistics.

“god you never know when to quit!” i yelled as i yanked my wrist back. “and i hate that i-“

loved that about you?

no, love that about you.

i shook my head, thankful that for once my brain caught my actions before i spilled and made a mess again.

i walked quickly to the car, opening the passenger door almost as fast in hopes that within its metal sanctuary i could finally escape this hell.

“y/n- i-“

“mr. midoriya.” i just about whispered, my energy long since drained.

he laughed gently and i cursed the way my heart squeezed a little at the sound.

still head over heels for the angelic sound.

“you haven’t called me that in a long-“

“i quit.”

“w-what?” he muttered in disbelief.

i wouldn’t believe it either, not after the way i came to him nearly 4 years ago saying i would even be willing to clean toilets if he asked me to, so long as i got to work for him.

“i quit.” i repeated.

“you don’t mean that.”

he’s right i didn’t, not really.

hot tears started to dribble as my lower lip puckered in a sour quiver.

“no i do, sir.” i shook. “i will send someone to collect my things on monday.”

and with that i closed the door.

“drive.” i whispered to my friend who after a moment of looking at me, trying to read me, silently put the car into drive and started forward.

leaving izuku behind to stumble after the car, mouth muttering, trying to form any sort of sentence or sense.

but i couldn’t see him, knowing not to look at the mirrors situated on the side of the vehicle.

for they too are liars, as objects in the mirror are farther than they appear.

*** my little blue bitch working overtime

🧼 also mayhaps “soap” by melanie martinez fits this story… unintentionally ~ but if i’m wrong it’s cuz i haven’t listened to it in a while

[outtherecreations]

Out of Sync (Rick Sanchez x Reader) [Part 4/?]

@egm09, @crazy-obsessed-fangirl and @bxbble-gxm0 (Idk how to tag people....I hope this works) thanks for reading! <3

Part 1

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"He's gonna kill her." "Come on, Ricky! He's not gonna kill-"

*BOOM*

I flinch and look at the screen "He...he killed her?" I ask "Of course he killed her, I'm never wrong!" Rick says with a cocky grin. I punch his shoulder lightly "Oh please, what about that time you said we were having twins?" I state. Rick crosses his arms and looks away "Well-" "Or that time Stanford was sick and you thought he had an alien eating his brain." I add

"He's eyes were red!" Rick defends before we hear Beth snickering "Oh no..." I sigh tiredly "It's your turn." Rick states firmly, pausing the tv "It's your genes that made her like this." I grumble "And it was your ***** that allowed me to reproduce!" Rick shouts as I leave the living room.

I open the door to Beth room to see her holding the knife Rick gave her. I still don't know why he gave a 4 year old a knife... "Look Mommy," Beth says proudly, showing me a dead squirrel "I stabbed it! Now it's my friend!" I stare at her.

"That's great, Sweetie, now get ready for bed." I say gently “Kay Mommy!” Beth says, running off to the bathroom “Poor squirrel...” I sigh, walking back to the living room.

*Thump Thump T-Thump*

*Thump Thump Thump*

“There you are, Y/N! You’ve been getting calls for the past hour.”

I stare at Ariel in confusion “Yeah, since when are you so popular?” Alex asks. I shoot him a glare “Who’s calling?” I ask “You know I don’t know how to work these things!” Ariel sighs in frustration as the phone rings again.

I rolls my eyes at them before picking up the phone “Hello person that can’t take a hint. Want do you want?” I ask with a fake cheery tone “Mom, it’s me....” Beth sighs tiredly “Oh-hey sweetie, what’s up?” I ask “Is that Beth?!” Ariel calls “When is she gonna visit?!” Alex screams from the kitchen. I sigh “Your Aunt and Uncle says hi.” I tell Beth.

“Hi. Mom I’ve been thinking,” Beth says carefully “I know you don’t have much time left, which is why I want you to come stay with me.” I gasp and choke on my spit

“Alex! Go help your sister!”

“You’re fine!”

“Not me, Y/N!”

I cover the phone “I’m fine, both of you need to shut up!” I sigh, hard to believe these are my older siblings. “Rude...” I hear Alex mumble “See Mom, it’s to stressful to stay with Aunt Ariel and Uncle Alex!” Beth states. I sigh “It’ll be even more stressful if I stay with you, Jerry, Summer, Morty, and.....your father...” I mumble.

“Mom, please, you can stay in Jerry’s man cave-I’ll be making it your room of course!”

I snicker at the sounds of Jerry’s whining in the background “As much as I would love to annoy Jerry, I kinda don’t want to see your father...” I tell her quietly “Right.....you won’t have to worry about that! He’s always out anyway.” Beth says with an almost pleading tone. I sigh “You really want me to come that bad?”

“More than anything...” Beth says sadly, I sigh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2 Weeks Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*knock knock*

I rubs my arm nervously at the sound of rapid footsteps “Mom! You’re here!” Beth squeals, pulling me into a hug “Yeah...I am.” I laugh nervously. I look to see Jerry pouting behind her “Hello Jared.” I greet coldly “It’s Jerry...” He grumbles quietly “Where’s Morty and Summer?” I ask

“They’re out with Dad. They’ll probably be back in a few hours.” Beth states. I nod in relief “Come on, I’ll show you your room!” She says excitedly, taking my hand and pulling me upstairs.

Ariel and Alex were surprised that I was moving out. I had been staying with them ever since Beth got married...Rick wasn’t even at her wedding...

And what about the offer he made?

Why would Rick want to save me? After everything he did.

And I now have to live with him...

“-what do you think?” Beth asks, I snap out my thought and look around the empty room “I love it! But you didn’t have to clean the room out...I might not be here long...” I say quietly. Beth frowns “Don’t say that, Mom! You’re strong, you’ll make it!” Beth says, hugging me and walking towards the door “I’m gonna go make dinner, love you.” “Love you too, sweetie...” I say softly as Beth closes the door.

The room was quiet until my phone buzzed a few times:

I stare at my phone in confusion “The h***?” I mumble, staring at the texts “I know who my sync is?” I ask out loud.

I haven’t stuff about sync-stuff since Rick and I got a divorce!

A sharp pain stabs through my chest, causing me to cry out and fall to the floor. I whimper weakly before hear my phone buzz one more time:

A/N: Hiiii, sorry it’s been a while. School has been taking up a lot of time. Chapter 5 will have more Rick and it’ll be longer. You’re all amazing and thanks for reading 💜💜💜

-OutThere

[liaslight]

PRETTY LITTLE THING

Pairing: Drummer!Iwaizumi Hajime x Fan!fem reader

Summary: After attending a concert of the famous "Seijoh 4", reader gets invited to the band's after party. Reader hits it off with the band's drummer, Iwaizumi and the night progresses into something more. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (POST TIME-SKIP)

Content Warnings: Pining, use of alcohol, sex under the influence, choking, praise, degradation, vaginal sex, fingering, hard dom Iwa, cursing, hair pulling. Please let me know if I missed anything:)

Word Count: 5.6k. This wasn't supposed to be this long but I got carried away.

A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium's 'Bad to the Bone' collab. Please check out the masterlist of the collab to see the work of the other authors and artists:)

This picture of Iwa was my inspo for this fic, so feel free to check it out! I may write a part 2 for this idk.

University was honestly a bust. After attending classes for 5 hours your brain had officially turned into mush and you were exhausted to the bone. You lived off-campus with your best friend and your place was about 20 minutes away from uni. On your bus ride home, you proceeded to follow your daily routine of listening to your favorite band, the “Seijoh Four”.

As soon as you hit play, the gentle strumming of the guitar filled your ears. As the intensity of the strumming increased, you heard the hauntingly beautiful voice of the lead singer, Oikawa Tooru. You knew nothing about the technicalities of music but you had a feeling in your gut that he hit all the notes perfectly. And then you heard it. The low but steady thumping of the drums. As the throbbing sound rose, you felt your heart jump in your chest. You loved the beat of the drums, especially when played by Iwaizumi Hajime. Somehow, whenever you heard him play, you felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline flow through your veins where your heart was filled with a sense of gallantry. It made you feel as though you could rule the world and freedom was in the palm of your hands.

Your body was buzzing with excitement and it felt as though all your exhaustion washed away with the music. This is why you loved them - The Seijoh Four. But it was clear you had a favorite and that had to be the drummer, Iwaizumi. His artistry made you feel free of the shackles of your everyday life and for that you were grateful to him, even if you never met him. His music made you crave danger, and live life like a reckless teenager.

Sometimes you thought you were just a little too obsessed with him. There was a part of you that knew you were being too delusional, but you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of man Iwaizumi was. Was he like his music? Strong, adventurous yet steady. His physique certainly indicated that. He had the best arms you had ever seen on a man. Filled with intricate tattoos, they allured you and beckoned you to be trapped in this web. You remembered the video you saw of him playing the drums, his arms moving at an unimaginable speed, head bobbing with the rhythm of the music. He looked beautiful, rugged and definitely rough on the edges, but beautiful nonetheless.

You had to snap out of this. Everytime you heard their music, you thought of Iwaizumi and then your mind wandered down the never-ending spiral of knowing what Iwaizumi would feel like. You always prided yourself in being a logical person, you never let your emotions get the best of you, so how is it that this man, who you have never even met, managed to make you feel like you would combust from the inside. You dragged your thoughts away from him and tried to think of what you would do when you got home. You managed to distract yourself for now, burdened with the thoughts of billions of assignments you had to finish.

You heaved a sigh of relief as you finally got home. You dropped your bag and fell flat on the bed. You felt your eyes close shut and soon your body followed. But right before you could fall asleep, you felt the bed shift and when you opened your eyes, your best friend and roommate - Olivia, was staring right at you. And then she screamed. Startled, you got up with a jolt and looked at her in surprise. “What happened? Is something wrong? Why did you scream?” you frantically asked her.

Olivia started to jump around the room, squealing in excitement. “Bitch! You’re not gonna believe what I have. After this, you will have to admit that I am the greatest friend ever” she was practically screeching at this point. You rolled your eyes, “Well I won't know unless you tell me right?” And then you noticed that she seemed to be hiding something behind her back.

“Okay... okay sooooo...., I got us tickets to ‘The Seijoh Four’s’ show this Friday!!!” she squealed. “Oh-my-god no way! How did you manage to do that?! Oh my god, I can’t believe it!” you were screaming and shaking with excitement.

“Annnd that’s not all. So remember I told you about Kuroo, the guy from my economics class? Well he is friends with the band members and he has passes to the afterparty and he’s cool with the both of us tagging along. Do you believe that?! Omg, we could probably meet the band!!” she said excitedly. You didn’t quite know how to react. You were excited, obviously, but your mind immediately wandered to being able to see Iwaizumi up close and you felt a buzz through your body. You pulled Olivia in a bone crushing hug.“Thank you, thank you so much! This is honestly the best piece of news I’ve heard all week and it’s just what I needed.”

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Friday couldn’t come any faster. You and Liv were excited to say the least and had planned everything, including your outfits. Your classes seemed to be moving slower than usual, or maybe it was just because your mind was filled with thoughts of the concert. You always felt connected to their music and to think you were going to actually hear it live sent shivers down your spine. And then there was the after party. The more you mulled over it, the more nervous you became. Would you actually get to talk to them? What would the members be like? You didn’t think they would be arrogant since they were a very underground band, but you can never tell with things like these. Most importantly, you wondered what he would be like. There was a huge possibility that you wouldn’t really be able to see him, but your mind couldn’t help but wander to the possibility that you could.

You snap out of your thoughts by the professor’s voice booming through the lecture hall. He spoke about the assigned work for this lecture and finally ended the class. This was your last class and as you walked out of the classroom the realisation hit you that today was Friday and in a few hours you would be at the concert. Not being able to contain your excitement, you hurried back to catch the bus ride home. The next few hours were spent with you and Liv gushing about how amazing tonight was going to be as the both of you dressed up for the night.

It was surreal. The concert hadn’t even started yet but all you could say was that it was surreal. The flashing lights, the band setting up their equipment, the crowd thrumming with excitement, all of it felt exhilarating. Some might say you sounded like a little kid, excited over something like a concert as though it was your first, but this was special to you. They were special to you. Their music helped you find your slice of heaven and now you get to see it right in front of you.

Liv and Kuroo stood beside you, talking to each other animatedly about how beautiful the set up was, but their voice was just a distant humming for you. You were too far gone in this euphoric sensation to make sense of others around you.

And then, it happened. The lights in the small concert hall went out. All eyes turned to the stage where the band stood, shrouded in darkness. A bright blue light shone on the lead singer, Oikawa and the crowd shrieked with excitement. The crowd was engulfed in silence as soon as he spoke. Oikawa started to belt out the first lyrics of the song, his soft, smooth voice filling all your senses at once.

All of a sudden, the entire stage was lit and the band began to play the song in all its glory. You felt the elation of the small but cheering crowd. Your eyes searched the stage till you saw him. Iwaizumi wore a white vest with black baggy pants. His body moved with energy as he banged the drums with all his might. His hair was sticking up wildly and his head shook with the flow of the music. And then he looked at the crowd and flashed them a smile. You were mesmerised. Starstruck.

It was as though the music had taken control of your body. You swayed, jumped and shrieked along with the crowd, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your body. There was a feeling of jubilation in the crowd as if they were both firmly solid on the ground and levitating all at once. You felt electrified and at peace at the same time. Your senses soaked the music in, gulping it and feeling it flow through your veins. You had never felt like this. You were high off the music, you were flying. You looked at Liv and smiled as you threw your head back and swayed your body with the rhythm. You knew it in your bones, you’d never forget this night.

Three hours of pure heaven. That’s what the concert felt like. And now it is over, but the night was hardly over for you. As you drove to the club where the after party was being held, Kuroo told Liv and you about how he knew the band. He met them when they were in highschool. He said they always had a passion for music and had been working on it since he knew them. You wanted to know more about Iwaizumi but you didn’t question him because you didn’t want to seem like you were prying.

As Kuroo recalled stories of his childhood, you tried your best to calm your nerves. You tried not to think about how you would react if you spoke to them.

After a 30 minute drive, you finally reached the club. Liv noticed how tense you were. “Hey babe listen, I know you’re freaking out, but remember we’re here to party and have a great time. So let’s do that, yeah?” she said while pulling you in for a side hug. You felt your nerves slowly dissipate. You were here to party and that’s exactly what you were going to do. God knows you desperately needed that.

Kuroo showed his passes to the bouncer and the three of you were ushered into the club. The strobing lights and the smell of alcohol and sweat overpowered all your senses at once. You saw the bar and decided to make a beeline for it, but before you could go any further, Kuroo stopped you. “Let’s go to the VIP section, the band’s party is up there” he said. You and Liv followed him up a set of stairs and before you knew it you were in the VIP section.

It was relatively quieter than the rest of the club and the area in general looked very posh and comfortable. There was a bar on the left side and the loud music of the club was audible, but slightly muted, as though a veil had been cast over it. You looked around, trying to find the band but it seemed like they weren’t here yet. You let out a sigh of relief tinged with a hint of disappointment.

The night was going well, way beyond your expectations. After getting a few drinks in, you and Liv let loose and lost yourself in the music. You danced wildly, like you hadn’t in years. The both of you belted out the lyrics of the songs while moving against each other. Kuroo had left the both of you alone for a while, saying he was going to talk to some of his friends for a bit.

You leaned down to Liv’s ear and said, “I’m gonna get us something to drink, my throat is parched. Do you want something?” She shook her head and said, “I’m gonna go talk to Kuroo for a bit, so you’ll be okay being alone for a while?” You nodded, “yeah sure, go ahead. I’m gonna get something to drink and rest for a bit.”

You swayed towards the bar and sat on one of the stools. You needed some water before you had any alcohol right now. You asked the bartender for a bottle of water and gulped it down as soon as you got it. “You seem to dance really well. Are you a professional?” a deep voice asked you. You turned around and found Iwaizumi Hajime sitting on the stool beside you, looking straight at you. Your mind went blank for a second, it’s like you couldn’t process what was happening right now. There was a voice in your head which told you to stop staring at him and not make a fool of yourself. But you were in complete shock. Somehow, you managed to gather your wits together and said, “Uhm no, I’m not a professional but t-thank you for the compliment.” His gaze was piercing and you quivered under it. “I’m Iwaizumi”, he said while extending a hand out. You shook his hand back and replied, “Yes of course I know. Uh I mean I attended your concert.” His eyes seemed to hold contact with you unrelentingly. “I’m Y/N.” You wish you wouldn’t stutter so much but you just couldn’t believe that he was talking to you.

You were a pretty little thing, Iwaizumi thought. From the moment he saw you dancing on the floor, hips swaying wildy with the beat, he was awestruck. And then he saw you heading towards the bar and he knew this was his chance to start a conversation with you. Maybe it was your stuttering or the way you couldn’t stop staring at him that gave away the fact that you were clearly a fan. That thought excited him, maybe even slightly stroked his ego. Your nervous stutter and the way you kept avoiding his eyes was so darn cute.

“So, how’d you like the concert?” he asked. “Oh, it was brilliant. I enjoyed every second of it. My favorite part was when you guys played the second set. It has got to be one of the best performances I’ve seen live” you replied animatedly. So you were a hardcore fan, even better. It’s rare to find fans who are so invested in the details of the show and he enjoyed hearing you complimenting their work.

“Thank you, that makes me feel reassured since I was a bit nervous before the show. But your compliment has to be the highlight of my day” he replied with a crooked grin. “O-oh, I’m glad” you shyly replied while ducking your head. You were so clearly flustered by whatever he did, he was enjoying every second of it.

“Did you come here alone y/n?” he said. He had to know if you were with someone because you were too beautiful to not make a move on. “I came with two of my friends, they’re over there” you said while pointing towards a boy and a girl standing in the corner of the bar. He saw the black spiky hair and realized you were pointing towards Kuroo. “Oh! You know Kuroo?” he asked. Please don’t be Kuroo’s girlfriend, he thought. “Not exactly, he’s my best friend’s classmate and he knew we liked your band, so he got us tickets to the party” you replied. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. So you were fair game.

“Aah makes sense. So tell me about yourself y/n” he asked. You were nervous, but not as much as before. For some reason you felt safe around him. “I’m a literature student and I have no clue what else I want to do with my life yet” you replied while shaking your head. “Literature? Wow. Why don’t I buy you a drink and you can tell me about what it’s like studying literature” he replied while scooting his stool closer to yours.

The proximity was making your head swim, he smelled good. You didn’t want your mind going in such directions, especially when you were talking to one of your favorite artists, but you couldn’t help yourself, not when he was so close to you. “I will take you up on that drink but being a literature student is a pain in the ass is all. There’s nothing fun to it” you tried to respond with a little more confidence. You were not a fool, you knew Iwaizumi was flirting with you, at least you hoped he was.

While he spoke to the bartender, you looked at him. Gosh was he beautiful. He changed his outfit after the concert. Now he wore a black tank with black cargo pants and heavy lace-up boots. Like always, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his tattoos, they seemed to draw you in. He noticed you staring. “Do you like them?” he asked, referring to his tattoos. You were embarrassed that he caught you staring and felt your cheeks heat up. “Yeah, they’re beautiful. Do they have any special meanings behind them?” you asked. “Some do, but I got some of them just because they looked good,” he replied.

You saw an intricate pattern of an S with a 4 entwined in it. Without thinking, your hand moved forward to touch it. “Is this a symbol for the band?” you asked as though in a daze. A second later you realized what you just did and you were embarrassed to say the least. “I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that, it just looked really beautiful” you replied. God now he’s going to think you are so weird for doing that and have definitely ruined your chance with him. But you were in for a surprise when he just shook his head and laughed lightly. “It’s alright. Yeah the whole band got matching tattoos the day we released our first song. And I don’t mind you touching my tattoos” he replied while fixing you with his stare. It seemed as though the whole mood in the room shifted and now you were aware of the tension between the two of you. You sipped your drink, while trying to calm yourself down. Oh god how were you supposed to respond to that. Luckily you didn’t have to.

Iwaizumi stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him, “would you like to dance?” he asked. This was really happening. Your mind really didn’t have time to process this. You mumbled a yes in a daze. He guided you to the dance floor and the music hit you with the realization that you were here, dancing with Iwaizumi Hajime.

He twirled you around, swaying your bodies with the music. You were happy. You felt as though your whole body was on fire and you were drunk on him. He smiled at you while pulling you close to him. “Is this okay?” he asked while putting his hands on your waist. You nodded and said, “it’s more than okay.” The song that was playing was sensual, at least it was in your head. Maybe it was the drinks, or the song, or just the presence of Iwaizumi, but you felt a surge of confidence flow through you. You turned around, your back against his front, and slowly slithered down against him. As you slid back up, his hands on your waist pulled you against him. He started swaying his body along with yours while his head rested on the crook of your neck. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered in your ears. The sensation of his breath against your neck made you shiver in his arms. His fingers kept drawing light circles on your skin.

You felt dizzy, it was like there was a fog of lust blanketing the both of you. You needed him, god you craved him. His touch was driving you crazy. You felt his lips lightly touch the skin behind your ears. You heard him ask, “Are you okay with this?” You were so drunk on this, you didn’t think you were capable of forming a coherent answer. Yet, you replied with a soft yes but it came out like a broken moan. His hands gripped your waist tighter and flipped you around so that you were facing him. You were met with his lust filled gaze and he was so…so goddamn close. You could feel his breath on your lips and if you moved slightly forward, you knew they’d touch. You felt one of his hands slowly slide up the length of your body as it came to rest on your throat. His thumb pulled at your bottom lip while he rested his forehead against yours. His voice was breathless as he asked, “do you want to get out of here?”

Iwaizumi was staying in a hotel temporarily, a few minutes away from the club. You texted Liv that you had gone out with Iwaizumi and promised to explain everything later.

While he hailed a cab, Iwaizumi clasped your hand tightly. You were nervous as to what was going to happen but you wanted this. You have never wanted a man as much as you did with Iwaizumi. The chemistry between the two of you felt like gasoline, one spark and it would light up in flames. Maybe you would get caught in it, but you didn’t care.

As the two of you got in the cab, Iwaizumi started to sense your nerves. He caressed your hand, trying to soothe you. “If you’re not okay with this then we can stop anytime, we don’t have to do anything. We can just talk and hang out with each other” he said. You were so in awe of him. He was respectful and the perfect gentleman. “I’m fine Iwaizumi, I want this just as much as you” you replied while scooting closer to him.

“Just call me Iwa,” he whispered. He was staring right at you and you felt your heart lurch. The effect he had on you was crazy. He could ask you to do anything. Anything at all and you would gladly do it for him.

The cab ride was pure torture. Your hands were clasped together but the both of you wanted so much more. His fingers caressing your arms caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin and you were losing your mind.

The walk from the elevator to Iwa’s room has to be the most sexually charged moment you have ever experienced. Iwa opened the door and you entered with your nerves all over the place. He shut the door as soon as you were inside and pushed you against it. “I can’t take this anymore, I need you” he said while his arms caged you. He leaned forward until your lips were lightly brushing against each other. You both stayed that way for a few seconds, breathing hard against each other, waiting to see who would lose first. You tried. You really tried to hold on for longer but your senses were overpowered with the feel of him. You pulled him by his tank and smashed your lips against his. He kissed you back passionately, drinking you in everytime your lips touched. He kept moving forward till there was no space between the two of you, your chest touching his. His hands ran over the back of your thighs till he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt bunching up as his hips touched yours. One of his hands wrapped around your hair, tilting your head to the side, giving him access to your neck.

He nibbled on your neck, slow at first but then biting into the skin. You mewled at the sensation. You could feel all of him. His hips pressing into yours and his lips on your skin. You were burning up, feverish with lust. You grabbed onto his shoulders, your hands fisting around his tank. “I want you. Now, Iwa.” you demanded.

Instead of responding, he walked the both of you towards the bed and then dropped you on it. You leaned against the headboard, feeling like a prey about to be feasted by the predator. His eyes never left yours as he came closer and closer till there was nothing left between the two of you. His fingers fiddled with the hem of your top as he said, “take this off for me, pretty girl.” It was like he had you under a spell where you felt compelled to listen to him. You held eye contact as you slowly lifted your top and threw it over your head.

He pulled you on top of him and started to leave little bites all over your neck and chest. His hands fiddled with the hook of your bra and then he flicked it open. The straps fell loosely around your shoulders and Iwa pulled them off completely while peppering your shoulder with kisses. His eyes went feral as he saw your breasts bared in front of him. His hand wrapped itself around your neck, putting just enough pressure to feel good and make you breathless. His lips found your left breast and you moaned at the sensation. He lightly bit your nipple while maintaining his hold on your neck. You felt euphoric. The lack of air mixed with the feeling of his lips had you grinding on him. Your hips moved on their own accord as you felt his hard-on pressing against your core.

His hand left your neck, giving you time to breathe. He started to move your waist on him, helping you grind against him. “Do you feel that? That’s how much I want you” he said while twisting your right nipple between his fingers. “A-ah! That feels so g-g-good Iwa” you moaned out. You pulled at his tank till he got the hint and pulled it off in one smooth move. He was gorgeous. You couldn’t stop yourself from running your hands all over him, especially his sculpted torso. You started to kiss his neck while your hand slid down the valley of his abs all the way to his bulging hard-on. But before you could do anything, his hand clasped your wrist and stopped you. “Wait” he said.

He moved you both to the edge of the bed and told you to stand up. You were confused but you did what he asked. He slowly started to unzip your skirt while looking up at you. Once your skirt was unzipped, it pooled around your legs. He slowly slid his hands up your legs, his fingertips brushing your inner thigh. The teasing was driving you mad and you needed him to touch you. He stopped at the apex of your inner thigh and gently kissed your clit through your panties. You jerked at the sudden sensation and grabbed his hair. He ran his index finger over your slit and you felt like your legs would give out at any moment. “I can feel how wet you are through your panties. Tell me how badly you want me to touch you” he commanded. His voice sends shivers down your spine. “Mm-mmh god all I can think of is your touch. I need this Iwa, please” you pleaded, while peering into his eyes.

He slid your panties down your legs and got down on his knees. You kicked them aside as soon as they touched the floor. He lifted your right leg and rested it on his shoulder and started to pepper it with kisses from the calf to the inner thigh. He nipped at your inner thigh and you felt his nose brush against your clit. The little contact had you keening and you thrust your hips towards his face. He started to kitten lick your slit. While his thumb drew light circles on your clit. “I-Iwa please, stop teas-” you stopped mid sentence as he dived into your pussy. He ate you out like you were his last meal. His tongue moved in and out of your hole and his thumb started to rub your clit with more fervor. You could feel yourself reaching the edge and your thighs started to tremble in his hold. He pulled his mouth off of you and slowly inserted his middle finger inside you. “I can feel you clenching around my finger. Don’t cum yet baby” he commanded. He inserted a second finger and started to thrust them in and out of you. You were so wet. You could hear the squelching sound of his fingers and your inner thighs were sticky with your slick. “God, look at that. You’re fucking dripping all over my fingers” he said patronisingly. He crooked his fingers inside you, making a come-hither motion. You felt him rub your spot inside and you were screaming at the sensation. “A-ah I- please! I’m..oh god” you mumbled incoherently. “Shh-shh s’okay I got you baby. Go on, cum for me” he whispered. Your whole body shuddered as you came apart on his fingers. Your hole fluttered uncontrollably on his fingers and your legs gave out from the force of your orgasm.

While coming down from your orgasm, Iwa rubbed your back to calm you down. After a few seconds, you sat down on the edge of the bed. Iwa stood in front of you and stroked your hair. You pulled him closer by the belt loops of his pants and started to unbutton them while looking up at him. He kept stroking your hair and looked at you with desire in his eyes as you pulled his pants down. You palmed him through his boxers, intimated by the size of him. He pulled away from you and slowly slid his boxers off, kicking them aside along with his pants. He was big. Your pussy clenched at the thought of taking all of him and you gulped.

He walked towards you, and lifted you by the waist. You clung to him, kissing him passionately. He sat down on the bed and positioned you on top of him. While the both of you kissed, you felt him positioning his length against your hole. You slightly lifted yourself up while your hands were on his shoulders for support. You looked down at where he was lined up against you, your wetness coating his tip. He lifted your chin up with his fingers and said, “I want your eyes on me the whole time. Got it?” You nodded while looking straight at him.

He pulled you down on him in a one swift movement and your eyes widened as you took all of him at once. He was just so big. You felt like you were being split in two. “Y-you’re so bi-big Iwa” you whined. “And you’re gonna take all of me like a good girl aren’t you?” he said. You nodded and started to move up and down his length while holding eye contact like he asked. “M-mh you feel so good baby. Keep moving, yeah just like that. Such a good fucking girl” he said. His praise egged you on and you started to move faster, wanting to please him. He was so deep inside you, you could feel him inside your gut. You felt your eyes dropping, feeling drunk on his cock. Your eyes shut and your mouth fell open, moaning about how good he felt.

You felt a light slap on your cheek. “I told you to keep your eyes on me, didn’t I? You’re so fucking cock drunk you can’t follow a simple command?” he scoffed. “M’sorry Iwa, it j-just feels so so good” you mumbled incoherently.

All of a sudden you were flipped over and found yourself on your back with Iwa on top of you. He pushed your thighs to your chest and started to thrust inside you at an unimaginable speed. You were seeing stars. He was so so deep. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud and the smell of sex filled the room. Your slick was dripping everywhere. You felt an intense sensation building up inside you. This was different, you knew it was. It overwhelmed all your senses and you couldn’t think. “I-Iwa I’m oh! Fuck I’m gonna aah-” you moaned out while squirting all over his cock. Your whole body shook and quaked.

“F-fuck! That’s it, the baby. Squirt all over my cock. I’m close, m’gonna fill this pretty pussy up. You’d like that wouldn’t you? My pretty little thing” he babbled while thrusting in you like a madman. Iwa painted your walls with his cum and you felt warmth spread all over your body. He collapsed over you and the both of you breathed hard while coming down from your peaks.

Iwa cleaned you up and ran a bath for you. After helping you bathe, he wrapped you in towels and laid you down on his bed, caressing your hair. The unanswered question of what happens next lingered in the air and you worried at the thought of whether you were just a one-night stand to Iwa. You tried to come up with something to say without sounding desperate.

Iwa slid under the covers beside you and pulled you against him. “Would you like to have breakfast with me tomorrow?” he asked with a sweet sleepy smile on his face. You replied with a yes. You were content. It wasn’t much, but for now breakfast was perfect.

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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Leave a Light On

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Family!Rosie Holland x Family!Harry Holland (idk really how to do pairings because most characters have interactions with everyone)

-Warnings: Hospital scenes, sadness, blood, typos

-Words: 4.1K

-Key:

Y/M/N = your middle name

Y/L/N = your last name

Y/B/T = your blood type (if you don’t know you can pick a random one, there is O-/+, AB-/+, A+/-, and B-/+)

A/n: I have a too much fun writing the hospital scenes sorry. And before you at me for a second coma, it isn’t one. Some people just take longer to come out of general anesthesia.

Chapter 11: Leave a Light On

Words: 4K

“Oh my god, she still has a pulse” said one of EMTs in the copter.

“Tell the hospital to have as much Y/B/T on hand when we get there.”

“We got you, Mrs. Holland.”

Everything was a blur. You were taunted by your consciousness ebbing like the tide. One minute you were awake, the other not so much. Noises and smells seemed louder and stronger as your sight was stripped from you. A constant buzzing gave the hint of a helicopter, you were rescued. You wanted to give up at that moment. All your energy had dissipated over the hours of waiting. Giving up would make all the pain go away.

But at what cost? You wanted to see Parker’s and Rosie’s smiling face once more. You wanted to see Tom again. Tell him you loved him because you aren’t so sure he truly believed you the last time. You wanted all these things but it seemed you were meant for a different path.

One without pain, struggle and hurt. One that has only known of peace, bliss, and tranquility. One you ready to say goodbye to and the other hello.

Something beyond yourself was keeping in the position you were in. Struggling to bring oxygen to your lungs, bleeding out liter after liter from your side you were ready and needed to give up. Someone else wasn’t ready.

“Mrs. Holland can you hear me?” A doctor said, shining a light in your eyes to see if you were responsive.

“Mrs. Holland, we are going to take good care of you.”

“Oh, wow... she’s soaked entirely through her bandage. I need all the bags from the blood bank of Y/B/T you can find. She could die of exsanguination any moment.

“Tom,” you whispered.

“What was that? Did you hear that?” Asked the hospital staff, working above you. You reached up weakly, to pull your oxygen mask off for a second.

“Tell Tom I love him, please,” was all you could choke out before a terrifying but familiar sound filled the room. A monotone beep. You were coding.

“I need a crash cart in here. Charging to 200… clear,” called out the doctor. Your body jolted up with the force of 200 joules.

“Charging to 300… clear.”

“Charge to 400, CLEAR,” the doctor screamed.

“Charge to 450—.“

“Doctor we aren’t supposed to give that high of a shock,” informed one of the surgical interns.

“I don’t care, this woman needs to see her kids again… Clear,” The doctor said, delivering a final defibrillation. Your heart rate returned to normal, a steady pulse still weak but there.

“Doctor, she has a pneumothorax (collapsed lung) on her right lung,” said one of the medical personnel using the ultrasound. “Shit, we need to get her to the OR now. Let’s move. I’m not going to let her die on me.” The doctor explained.

A plane ride that was only supposed to be 2 hours and 15 minutes melded into what felt like days. No word from Harry or anyone had come about you and Tom. They all landed and took a car to the hospital. It was enough waiting by then, all they knew is that both of you were found. Neglecting to mention dead or alive.

“I’m here for Tom and Y/N Holland. They were airlifted in. Can we see them?” Nikki asked the person at the front desk.

“No hablo ingles, lo siento,” said the receptionist

“IS THERE ANYBODY HERE WHO SPEAKS ENGLISH?” Dom screamed. “Yes, I do. Did I hear you say you are here for Tom and Y/N Holland?” Asked a man clad in a white lab coat.

“Yes. He’s my son and she’s my daughter-in-law. These are their kids.” Nikki explained gesturing to Parker and Rosie.

“Well ma’am if you’ll follow me. I can tell you in private.” “No, whatever needs to be said, they can hear. They want to hear.” “Still follow me to a private waiting room please, your son is in there. Everyone can come,” the doctor concluded. “Alright then,” Nikki responded, following the doctor to a private waiting room.

“Harry.” Rosie said, seeing her favorite uncle.

“You made it, I’ve been waiting for you guys to hear an update.” Harry was so happy to see the rest of his family. “It’s bad, it was really bad,” Harry explained somberly. “Enough with the dilly dally, just tell me. Is my son dead?” Nikki couldn’t take the waiting anymore.

“They were both brought in barely conscious. Tom had lost some blood due to an open wound on his femur, he has a severe concussion, a few cracked ribs and a small knick on his kidney. He is currently in surgery, they are fixing his kidney. The most he will have is a few stitches but, we are very confident he’ll pull through,” explained the doctor.

“And my mom?” Rosie asked.

“Y/N is currently in surgery, she has protruding wound to the abdomen, a collapsed lung, broken ribs, and a severe concussion. She lost a lot of blood, almost dying of exsanguination. She is in surgery to treat her abdominal wound and her lung. Our biggest concern is sepsis, we are worried an infection caused by the elements will occur.”

“So she’ll be okay, right?” Parker questioned.

“She wasn’t conscious like Tom when they found her. In her case the amount of blood she lost might have stopped bringing oxygen to her brain. If she survives the surgery—“

“If?” Rosie gasped, starting to cry.

“Rosie, let him finish,” Parker snapped.

“If she survives, we don’t know when or if she will wake up. We can only hope for the best. I promise to come back with any further updates.”

“Thank you doctor,” said Nikki.

“I need some tea or coffee or a drink. Anyone else?” Sam said, Dom nodded in response.

“I’ll join you and dad,” Paddy said following Dom and Sam out of the room.

Parker was trying to keep everything inside. He actually appreciated the uncertainty of it all, the longer it went on the longer he didn’t have to hear a definitive answer, that you and Tom were dead.

Parker mainly tried to comfort Rosie but that position was filled once Haz and Henry got to the hospital. It was only 30 mins til another doctor approached them.

“Your son is out of surgery. He is resting in room 302, we are just waiting for him to come out of general anesthesia,” came in another doctor with news.

“Thank you. And my daughter-in-law?”

“She is still in surgery,” informed the doctor.

“Ok, thank you. I’m going to go check on Tom. Parker come with?” Nikki asked, she didn’t want to be alone seeing Tom lie in a hospital bed.

“Sure,” Parker said, following Nikki through the door.

“Harry, you’ll stay here with Rosie,” Nikki called out.

“How you doing, Roo?” Harry asked, moving towards Rosie’s side.

“My mom calls me that,” she said, unmoving towards Harry’s love.

Rosie was still like a statue. But her mind was very active, traveling from place to place. Just waiting for someone to update her on your condition.

“I know. She’ll pull through, Rosie.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“Cause I know your mom. For as long as I can remember she has always been the strongest person in the room.” Harry comforted her, draping an arm over her shoulders. “Your dad is convinced she is indestructible. Sure, she has gotten hurt in the past but she has always bounced back. Hasn’t she?” Harry encouraged.

“Yeah, she has,” Rosie sniffled, wiping her nose with her sweater’s sleeve.

“After everything she has survived, she is still here,” Harry asserted. “When she and your dad first were dating, they’d like to scare each other. Tom must’ve pulled something like 20 guns on her. It was really funny to watch,” Harry grinned.

“Tell me more stories please,” Rosie perked up at the anecdotes.

“Well there was that time when your mom told your dad about being pregnant with both you and Parker.”

“I already know that one.”

“Ok, let me think… oh. One time we pulled a prank on her. All of us, me, your dad, Sam, Paddy and Haz. She was supposed to speak at this benefit promoting something… I want to say a disease… maybe climate change… who cares,” Harry began. “But she is better at it now but she used to be so scared of public speaking. That night at the gala, she had a panic attack and Tom went to comfort her backstage, while the boys and I all went into her purse and switched out her speech for the joke one we made.”

“She went on stage and broke in to a laughing fit. All her nerves dissipated as she stood up there, cracking jokes from left and right. It was really funny because she was so scared she would read whatever was written on the cards. She did end up making a fool out of herself, but it was funny nonetheless. She was so mad at us, she avoided Tom for a week,” Harry finished, reminiscing of that night.

“Wow, that’s mean. Like really mean,” Rosie remarked as his story came to an end.

“No it wasn’t. It was funny, she’ll laugh about it now if you ask her.”

“Was she as mad as she has been lately?” Rosie inquired.

“What do you mean?”

“Mom and dad have been fighting a lot… I’m scared they won’t be able to work it out. I’ve never seem them like this,” Rosie cried, fighting back a fit of sobs.

“Roo, those two? Are you kidding me? They will work it out, they always have.”

“But that isn’t a guarantee.”

“Rosie, your mom and dad have been written in the stars since the beginning. Nothing will ever break them apart. And almost dying really brings people back together. I wouldn’t worry Rosie, they’ll be ok,” Harry consoled her.

Rosie really needed to hear that. Something to get her mind off all the death and sickness that surrounded her. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye. She needed you to hold her once more.

“Mrs. Holland, Y/N is out of surgery now. If you’ll follow me I can take you to her room,” a doctor said to Nikki as she was stroking Tom’s hair, waiting for him to wake up.

“Oh thank god, thank you. Parker do you want to come?” Nikki asked.

“No, I think I’ll stay here with dad. In case he wakes up. I’m not ready to see her like that anyway,” Parker mumbled, needing every excuse to not walk into your room.

Nikki just nodded in response. Nikki was there when Rosie was in her coma and she knew you liked to talk to her as if she was there, so she did the same.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry this happened. The doctors have warned me that you might not wake up and I’m here to tell you that’s not an option. Your kids need you. Tom needs you…. He won’t be able to live without you. None of us will,” Nikki said, holding you hand. As soon as Rosie got word, she was already there. Standing in your doorway peering at your sunken body.

“Mom? It’s Rosie…. It’s your Roo,… why isn’t she waking up?” Rosie came barging in. She’d never seen you in a state like this.

“Mom? Mommy, please,” Rosie said, starting to shake you a bit.

“Rosie, come here,” Nikki said, pulling her into her arms. “She’ll be ok. All we have to do is wait.” Nikki concluded.

In Tom’s room, Parker was still there by his dad’s side. Everything had gotten massively screwed up. He was betraying his own dad and Tom didn’t even know.

“Parker?” Tom croaked out, slightly moving.

“Dad, I’m so glad you are okay,” Parker lunged to hug him.

“Me too, buddy,” Tom said, gritting his teeth to mask the pain.

“How’s mom?” Tom asked, praying you were still alive. It had been a rough night. Images of your half-dead body leaning against him for support plagued his memory.

“Umm… you should see for yourself.”

“What room is she in?” Tom asked, jumping out of bed.

“Dad, I don’t think it’s such a good idea you get up,” Parker exclaimed.

“Parker, don’t you dare stand in my way.”

“Mr. Holland, you’re awake — woah, you can’t get up. Your stitches could rip,” the nurse spoke with a thick Spanish accent.

“I don’t care. Let me see my wife,” Tom yelled.

“You may need to sedate him,” Parker said cheekily.

“Fuck that,” Tom cursed.

“You aren’t doing anything to me till I see her,” Tom asserted, the nurse just nodded in response and brought him a wheel chair.

Parker wheeled him through the hospital. He was about to face his fear as well as Tom. It both being the fact that you were dead and not longer living. They weren’t ready for that.

Tom came into your room and it was like a time machine. All those times he was walked into a room similar to this one with the white walls, white sheets, bright blinding lights and the machines that beep to no end. He was taken back to every time he had seen you lying in a hospital bed.

All the times he knew he hadn’t protected you. All the guilt and anguish came flooding back. Washing over him like a tsunami.

He walked in to see everyone gathered around you. Rosie was sitting on the left side of your bed, clutching your left hand and Henry was next to her keeping an arm around her shoulder. Tom didn’t care about them anymore, all that mattered was you.

“Dad, you’re awake!” Rosie cheered, as she saw Tom in the doorway.

“Yeah baby, I’m okay,” he said, holding Rosie close to his chest.

“I’m scared, dad. I’m scared she won’t wake up,” Rosie cried.

“I know. I am too.” Tom responded, his eyes still fixed to your lifeless figure.

“You know it was just a 5 weeks ago, you were lying a hospital bed just like mom. And she was holding on to your hand just like you are to her. And if you woke up from that, I can promise you she’ll wake up from this,” Tom encouraged.

“You really think so?” Rosie queried.

“I know so.… You know what your mom loves to tell me?”

“No. What?”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“It sounds like her,” Rosie chucked to herself.

“Yeah, it does.” Tom did the same, he was the one keeping you here. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye. 17 years was nothing compared to lifetime he was destined to have with you. Nobody accounts for the times where something so drastic happens that it can change your entire timeline.

Nobody believes they will die tomorrow or get hit by a bus anywhere. People just live in day to day life thinking that they have a 100 years to go.

You’d think by now, he’d gotten used to seeing you in a hospital bed. Maybe grown accustomed to it. On the contrary, every time he’d see you like this he’d go weak at the knees and beg to switch places with you. To be the one lying there, on death’s door, not you

Every time he has made a promise, your life has been put on the line. You are constantly caught in the crossfires. Tom slowly remembered why he hated hospitals so much, especially when they were associated with you.

“We’ll give you two a minute,” Nikki said, motioning for everyone to clear the room so it was just Tom and you.

“Hey, darling. I told you we’d make it. We had two choices either we died together or we made it together.” Tom began, trying not to cry.

“Y/N, I’m standing here and I’m okay. So it’s only a matter of time before I see you again. We promised it would be us together. Don’t you dare go back on that promise from ages ago, I’m supposed to go before you. Ok? It’s supposed to me. You promised me.”

“This one that you have to keep. I know it might be nearly impossible to, love. But there is no but or if, there is only you waking up and seeing me. Seeing your husband who loves you more than life itself. Seeing our two beautiful kids. I know I haven’t been your favorite person lately, so don’t do it for me. Do it for them, Parker and Rosie. They need you, more than they know.”

“Alright princess, it's only a matter of time. I’ll see you soon.” Tom finished, pressing a kiss to your forehead. One of longing, he just wanted to see your smiling face again. He let himself go completely, breaking down the flood gates. Tears started coming and they didn’t stop, they couldn’t.

Haz peered through the open door, to see Tom crying over you, he immediately jumped into best mate mode and went to comfort Tom.

“Hey. It’s ok. You can let it out,” Harrison said, pulling Tom into his arms.

“I was so awful to her Haz. I let her think I cheated on her so she wouldn’t be mad about Rosie and Henry,” Tom cried out.

“Why? What did you do? You know what, that’s not important right now. The point is she will pull through.”

“She could be dying and the last moment I can only remember with her is our fight. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

“She’s not dying, Tom. Y/N has survived much more than this and promise you, you will say hello again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Tom said, taking a line from your vernacular.

“Come on, let’s get some coffee… Here, hop on. I’ll push you,” Haz said, grabbing Tom’s wheelchair

“For fucks sake, you aren’t pushing me. I’m not some sick, crippled patient.” Tom exclaimed.

“Well… you did just get out of surgery.”

“I don’t care. I’m not going to let my helicopter crashing be the reason I can’t walk and I am looked at with pity.”

“Alright Tom, I believe we were going to get some coffee.”

“I don’t want to leave her alone,” Tom whispered.

“Rosie will be in here in a moment,” Haz explained.

“Ok.. Roo, can you go sit with your mom while I get your dad some coffee?” Haz asked. Tom still didn’t want to leave you but he knew you would want him to eat something.

“Yes, I’ll keep her safe.”

“I know you will, baby… Hold it. Hey Henry, can I talk to you?” Tom said, holding Henry back from entering the room.

“Dad,” Rosie said, sternly.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Tom said pulling Henry to the side.

“I’m sorry Tom.. um I mean Mr. Holland but I love your daughter more than anything,” Henry stammered.

“I just wanted to say thank you for being there for her when.. you know,” Tom admitted.

“Of course, I love her very much. And if the time every comes where I plan on marrying her I will ask for hands in marriage,” Henry promised.

“Woah kid, slow down. This is permission to date. No talking or even thinking about marriage, you understand. Also wear a fucking condom.”

“Yes, sir. Understood… Thanks Tom.”

“You’re a good kid, Henry. She’s in good hands,” Tom grinned, Henry just smiled and returned to Rosie. Returning to his rightful place, in her arms.

“Haz, did you bring me a change of clothes. I need to get out of this fucking gown,” Tom chuckled.

“Are you sure that’s a good ide—“ Haz started but was soon cut off.

“Eh, eh,” Tom interrupted giving him a harsh glare.

“You are not weak, I get it. Yeah, they are in my bag,” Haz concluded.

Tom said, “Thank you,” in return.

The waiting was back and it was killing Tom once again. This time he wasn’t waiting for both your impending deaths, just yours. It was eating him from the inside out.

You didn’t have enough time together. It wasn’t enough. Tom desired more, he needed more. All your favorite moments of you played through his head. Like he was watching a movie of his life with you, his love story.

One specifically, the day he proposed to you. It was hard to top his happiness that day.

All the days leading up to it he was distant and flighty. It worried it you greatly. Was he planning to break up with you? You were consumed with never-ending negative thoughts about your relationship.

It had been a while since you and Tom had a date night. He’d blown you off a few times to plan out the perfect proposal, afraid he’d let the question just slip out somehow. However, that was unknown to you so all you thought was, he’s an ass.

Tom was in his office, planning out how he was going to do it. What he would wear, where he would propose, what would he say. What would you say? He was nervous wreck.

“Haz, I can’t have anyone come in here ok?” Tom ordered. He must’ve practiced it 7 times. Getting down on one knee and declaring his love for you behind closed doors.

“Understood, Tom,” Haz said, giving him a cheeky grin as he closed his door. Not even 10 mins later, you came barging in through the front door. In a fury because Tom hadn’t returned any of your calls.

“Where is he?” You asked Haz. “Y/N?” He said, confused as to why you were here. Well, you did live there.

“Where’s Tom? I have to talk to him,” you asserted. “Why am I asking you? Of course, he is in his study,” you replied to your own question.

“NO, you can’t go in there,” Haz said, following you to Tom’s office.

“And why not?”

“He’s in a meeting.”

“What meeting would he have a 10:30 at night… Unless?” Your heart sank at the possibility of Tom not alone in there.

“Unless what?”

“He has a woman in there doesn’t he?”

“Umm.”

“It’s fine. I’ll go. You won’t see me around anymore. He chose her over me,” you said, trying not to cry. But you weren’t going to put up a fight.

“Y/N it’s not like that,” Haz called after you, trying to stop you from walking away.

“Then what is it Haz?”

“I can’t tell you?… Just go in there and see for yourself.”

“I don’t want see them.”

“Just do it,” Haz ordered, you eventually agreed. Opening the door to a very well-dressed Tom down on one knee holding a blue velvet box in his hands.

“People always spoke of soulmates and I didn’t believe them. But then I found you. And I had never been so happy to be proven wrong. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N you make me want to be a better man. You are my inspiration for everything. I can’t ever imagine living without you. Will you marry me?” Tom said, oblivious to you standing right there.

“Yes,” you said without hesitation.

“No! No, no. You weren’t supposed to see that. Haz I told you to guard the door,” Tom yelled.

“Yes, Tommy. I’ll marry you”, you continued, hoping he’d hear you.

“God, it's ruined now. I’m so sorry. I had this huge plan take you to the London eye,” Tom apologized profusely, running his hands through the curls atop his head in frustration.

“Tom, you're not hearing me. I want to be your wife,” you exclaimed, you couldn’t contain your excitement.

“You do?” Tom surprised at your answer.

“Yes, that’s what I’ve been saying. YES!” You screamed. Tom immediately grabbed you twirling you in the air and kissed you with all the love and passion you deserved. He had been neglecting you so he wouldn’t spoil it.

He put the ring on your finger. It looked as though it was home. You were his and he was yours. Nothing could top that moment.

Thinking about you and the time spent together. It made it that much harder to say goodbye.

Tom was brought out of his trance as you stirred, starting to wake. All heads and eyes turned towards you.

“Y/N. Honey, it’s ok. You were in a helicopter crash. You’re ok. You’re ok. I’m so happy to see you,” Tom whispered, tucking the hair out of your face.

The moment you came to, your eyes widened and a look of panic adorned your face. You were completely lost. Unaware of all your surroundings. You managed to croak out three words. Not an “I love you,” not words of love, quite the opposite.

“Who are you?”

A/n: Alright, Y/N lived. As I promised, there are 17 chapter in this series, 6 more to go. I will start writing the sequel series once all these chapters have been posted, even though I have it already planned out in my head lol. New chapters every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas Masterlist

Taglist: @dummiesshort @thenoddingbunny-blog @adriannauni @bi-lmg @allthisfortommy

[ivanabaqero]

Since I just returned from rehab, here is my.. idk, emotional journey on my chronic illness + mental health or wtf ever u wanna call this. This is the most personal thing I have ever posted but I need to get it out. 

Before you read, I guess I gotta tw this for suicidal thoughts and descriptions of my symptoms.

I don’t even know where to start. It feels like all of this happened in one week and at the same in a span of several years. But no idea, time just kept passing and more shit happened. 

Last summer was pretty cool. I worked hard and made a fuckton of money - not really considering the consequences of the fact that I overstepped the boundaries of my body every single day. Either way, I regret nothing it was pretty cool and another experience I am glad I could make. Well, but when I came back home, I started to notice a few things. Among some weird shit nobody wants to know about, I noticed a change of my eyesight. There was a cloud right on the vision on my left eye and it got blurry. At first, it started with minutes and then it passed. But I knew my body responded to exhaustion in an odd way so I let it slide. As doctors have instructed me, only when it lasts over 24 hours it’s an actual episode/flare and I should go to the ER -- to elaborate this further, I have been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 2015 and have not had any bigger flares since, only the regular symptoms like fatigue, etc.

 I got treated with the regular medication; cortisone. This shit gave me some energy boost for a few days and then, things went back to somewhat normal. The blurry thing in my eye has changed into a weird ass thing called nystagmus. Basically, my eyeball was twitching. It was better than the blurry sight and my doctors told me that physical therapy was the only thing to help me with that, and up until some weeks ago this didn’t stop, at the moment it’s gotten way better though - a relief because that caused me mad headache and made reading really difficult.

Anyway, that was the smaller problem. A few months later, in December around Christmas, I have gotten really weak and have been constantly dizzy. As usual, I let it slide for some days. Up until that point when I couldn’t move from the bed or look at anything else but right up at the ceiling or I would get fucking dizzy. Back to the ER again, the same procedure began. Cortisone  resulted in a massive push of energy that lasted for some days, but after that, all the symptoms slowly returned. Not only that, but it started to get worse. I have been dragging and limping with my left foot since months but I still managed somehow to walk and get around. In January I had a major panic attack when I noticed that I couldn’t walk on my own to my doctors, which is merely an 8 minute walk away. I had to call my mom to bring me back home because I couldn’t go any step more. My doctor sent me to the ER but the next day, I decided that I was fine and being over dramatic and everything was perfectly fine. The whole thing kept getting worse, I could not walk anymore, I kept feeling dizzy all the time unless I was staring at only one spot: my laptop or phone. So that was what I did, ignore my symptoms. Adding to my chronic fatigue, dizziness, inability to walk and my eye problem, a sensitivity problem spread all over my body from the chest downwards. My hands hurt and my fingers cramped up and got stiff, I lost all feeling in my feet. I had an appointment at the neurologist thank god, or else, I would have let it gotten worse and kept telling myself that I am being over dramatic and nothing is actually wrong. Delusional? Maybe. I don’t understand myself there either.

The neurologist decided to keep me in hospital for a whole ass week, getting cortisone every day. I got in there with the ambulance in a wheelchair and left out of there walking again. Not perfectly, but I thought things were looking up. Of course, once the high dose of steroids begins to wear off and you slowly come down from it, you first catch sleep. Steroids this time have been given to me five days in high dose instead of three and in addition, I had to take pills that I had to reduce slowly over another two weeks. I did not sleep in those three weeks more than 3-4 hours per night and then I finally could. To make this more understandable; my brain was tired but my body was buzzing. I also had a tremor that has still not entirely left me as a wonderful side effect from the medication. 

That time stationary they finally put me back in a MRT and found 2 bigger new lesions. One of them in my cerebellum and the other in my spinal cord. Each of them causing me all those massive problems. Back at home I had physical therapy every day, but despite all of it, I had to rely on a wheelchair. I got my wheelchair in march and named him Otto because he is the best man ever. Next time in hospital, I was mentally and physically just fucking done and tried to just ignore how much my mental health was going downhill along with my body, the neurologist offered me stationary rehab at a very well known center where they treat several physical as well as mental illnesses. I said yes, and luckily got a place in July.

The initial plan was to stay there for four weeks, but the doctors suggested to extend to six. I did. And good that I did. I made slow progress. Very slow. To imagine, in twenty minutes at the first day I could barely walk 130m with four  breaks in between, with walking aid and what not - and my last day I made 640m in the same time with no breaks. I know this doesn’t sound like a lot but fuck -- I made it out of a fucking wheelchair. I am walking again. Not perfectly or any good, but my legs are used for their purpose again; to get me through this world. For someone who loves hiking and going for little walks alone, this was such a big deal to just not be able to anymore. 

The day I had the panic attack was the day I realized that in 2015 I made a promise to myself that if I ever have to rely on other people, I would end it. But I felt selfish for not wanting to end it. I felt selfish  for wanting to live and being a burden to people. I know, none of this is my fault and I am the first to give good advice, but am I good at handling my own shit? Absolutely not. 

With all the physical therapy I did for six weeks every day, I also had a psychologist that helped me understand myself better and deal with the trauma this experience brought me. I have to find another psychologist at home as well, because I didn’t feel the one I have helped me at all. I had to make a lot of promises to myself, such as accepting and asking for help and that it’s no shame in doing so. I feared losing my independence and I still do. But fuck, this experience was an eye opener in so many ways. I made new friends in rehab as well, which was one of the coolest things. And I got hit on by two attractive men - can you believe? I was in a wheelchair, dressed like absolute shit and not making any kind of deal of how I look! But yeah, my interest wasn’t really there to get involved in anything. I’ve got a lot of love to give but I need to give it to myself rather than pour it out on someone else.

I learned so many lessons, about my body and about my mind. My brain is an idiot and I have so many fears I was never even able to see until now. I thought optimism could beat everything and well... while it helps me a lot to get through every day life, every now and then I just need a slap in the face to look at things in another light. Not everything is fine if you tell yourself it is, no, you are not over reacting and you are allowed to feel sorry for yourself when life is dealing you a bad card. It doesn’t matter that other people have it worse -- it doesn’t mean your own shit is any less valid. And with that, I am going to wash my face and stop crying. I am still in a shock of reality state because I am  back at home now and everything is different. And I got to admit, I feel a little lonely. But I don’t want to reach out to my old friends at the moment with whom I felt like the “sick friend”. I want more friends in similar positions as me so I don’t have to feel bad for... well, feeling bad, and I don’t want to hear any more optimism monologues from healthy people who have absolutely no idea what it is like to have chronic pain, fatigue and overall; an illness. Whether it be mental or physical.

If you really read all of this, thank you. There was no need to, but I appreciate it. I honestly just needed to let it out. Because I haven’t done so properly since all of that started. 

[lilacsandwhiskey]

I have an request Maybe drake and Riley skinny dipping? I did it once when I was in high school.

hi anon, this is so fun and something i can def see Riley getting Drake to do:) thanks for sending this!

Crazy

Pairing: Drake Walker x Riley Brooks

Warnings: streaking, nudity, suggestive, language maybe idk? 18+

Pls forgive me I woke up at 2 in the morning randomly and wrote most of this bc it just flowed out of my brain :-)

Drake never had intentions to bring a girl to his cabin. He never thought it would be this way, falling deeply in love with someone he wasn’t sure he could have, and now she was suggesting they go skinny dipping. Now here he was - doing not one, but two things out of his comfort zone. Riley really somehow got him doing some crazy things.

It all started when Riley kept talking about how tired she was of everything going on at the palace and how she’d desperately needed a break. She even asked Maxwell if there was any way she could take leave and go home for a little bit, but Bertrand forbid it, mentioning that she may not come back and oh, of course, it’d put someone else in the lead.

When Drake overheard her frustrations, he went to war internally. He knew he had his own little getaway, but he also knew the risks. But for her, he was so willing to take the risks. Drake heard small cries outside her door and the ear instantly ceased and his more than risky side took over and now here she was. Inside his cabin, a sacred place for him that no one besides Liam and Drake’s family had ever seen before, and even then, Liam hadn’t been here in years.

“It’s so beautiful.” Riley grazed her finger tips over the mantle on the fireplace, exploring each picture that was sitting there. Her smile grew at each frozen memory in time, assuming who was who. Drake leaned up against the doorway, fighting the urge to walk up and wrap his arms around her. A smile played on his lips, feeling closer to her than he had before. “You didn’t tell me you were as adorable as a kid as you are now.” She grinned, looking over at me. “Big accusation right there, Brooks.”

After Drake had cooked dinner, they sat across from one another, sharing stories that Drake never thought would leave his lips. They drank whiskey, red faces, laughter erupting, and not a care in the world. Drake knew how hard it was to sneak around in the palace to get closer to Riley, but right now in this moment, he didn’t fear for getting caught. He just wanted to be there with her.

“What’s one thing you’ve never done but always wanted to?” Riley asked, a giggle slipping her lips. “Hmm, that’s a tough one. I don’t want to be cliche and say skydiving or hike the Appalachia, I’m not sure. What about you, Brooks?”

She grinned, leaning into a bit closer. “Skinny dipping.” Drakes eyes widened. “Is that so?” “Mhm. I think we should do it.” She suggested, leaning back in her chair. “I think we should stop drinking for now.” Drake said with a laugh, rising up and scooping the glasses out from in front of either of them. Riley pouted, soon followed by a grin, but understood.

Hours later, it was severely dark out besides the stars that tended to show off and show out in the sky, since there was a lack of light pollution in Drake’s little haven. As they sat on the back patio, Riley snuggled up on the bench with Drake’s arm fixed around here, they had definitely lost that buzz from the whiskey but we’re no doubt drunk off each other’s presence.

“I’m doing it.” Riley said, pushing herself up from the bench and standing in front of Drake. His eyes lifted to meet her green orbs, sparkling with excitement. “Hm?” Drake responded, breath beginning to quicken as she went to tug the bottom of her shirt, pulling it off in one whisk, leaving her in just shorts and a bra.

“Coming with?” She licked her lips with a twirl and began skipping towards the small lake behind the cabin. Drake groaned, recognizing that this woman had ahold of him - Drake had never met someone so full of life but it made him feel so alive. To be around her made him feel like something, someone.

He quickly followed suit, leaving behind his denim shirt on the porch, swiftly reaching from the back and tugging his white t-shirt off. “Whoop whoop!” Riley called out, watching his chiseled body be revealed. As she walked, she stepped quickly out of her shorts, causing Drake’s breath to hitch in his throat, now seeing her in only her bra and a black lacy thong.

As they inched towards the pier, Riley waited on Drake before picking off her final articles. He slowed as he walked towards her. “Don’t tell me Drake Walker is chickening out.” “Never with you, Brooks.” He grinned. They both quickly lost the rest of the articles of their clothes. Drake was really in for it. He tried so hard to stop his wandering eyes, knowing that he had imagined time and time again what she looked like beneath her layers.

Drake licked his lips, praying that his body wouldn’t react the way he felt it was going to, so he knew they needed to get into the water. “Grab my hand.” Riley said with a smirk. “On the count of three.”

One.

Two.

Three.

They both took off running, screams escaping both of them as they hit the chilly water. Riley’s head came up out of the water, searching frantically for the man who came with her. “Drake.” Just then, a head popped up out of the water. Pushing back his wet brown locks, he gave you a smile. “Yes?” “C’mere.” Riley said with a laugh, locking her hands together around the back of neck.

They both knew this was a dangerous game they were playing. Riley could feel the way Drake’s chest and stomach was hard against her own, she knew his sculpted he was. Drake was bold enough to slowly bring his hands down to her ass, grabbing lightly and indicating her to wrap her legs around him. Laughter still erupting from them, it slowed when Riley looked Drake right in the eyes.

This was a moment she wanted to capture forever. Not dressing up and prancing all around the palace in a dress that was too tight. Not the tiny sandwiches and tea parties. Just them.

Riley searched Drake’s face, unsure of the thoughts going through his mind. “You okay?” “Yeah, just don’t want this moment to end.” He replied, licking his lips. “It doesn’t have to.” Riley said almost in a whisper. “Please don’t say that, Brooks.” Riley felt her heart break, knowing the pain he was feeling. “I want to make a choice.” “Bertrand has made it very clear that-“ I don’t give a shit right now. Right now, I’m here with you. I am in a lake naked with Drake Walker. And if this is my only chance to tell him that this is what I would choose over and over again, then I’ll take it.”

Drake crashed his lips to Riley’s, fire pulsing through his veins. He knew this wasn’t the life he was getting, nor deserved. He knew he didn’t have much to offer her in comparison to what was at bay for her. But right now, he didn’t care. This was all he needed to get to sleep tonight.

[promiseofthepremise]

2. 4. 5. 15. 18. 21. 40. 43. 😌

i answered almost this entire thing and then tumblr shut down and i'm blaming it on your menace energy

2. answered!

4. How do you choose which fics to write?

whichever ones make my heart itch and my brain buzz 😌

5. How many wips do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?

who knows not me! my brain won't let me look at most of them right now so i suppose we'll find out when it comes back online 😫

15. What’s your favorite time to write?

whenever the urge arises! it's frustrating to have the desire but not the time/ energy and it's equally frustrating to have the time but not the words so when everything lines up it's just delightful

18. Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

in a strictly fic scenario i generally like it when i can just sit down and write the thing, but then again none of my fics have really required major amounts of research so maybe i just haven't found the Thing to make that a big part of it for me yet! i watched a ton of dance videos when i was writing adagio in double time but idk if that counts as research when i already ,,, knew all that stuff fjksladj

21. Do you prefer writing chaptered fics or one-shots?

depends on the story! i'm a big proponent of letting a thing be however long it's asking to be 😌

40. What is your favorite world that you’ve created for a fic?

oh man how dare you make me pick favorites :((( i think if i had to pick based on the World as a whole, my top three would be: our RPANS/ toast-verse for the character and relationship growth we pulled off there peterflash ghostie boys because of world rules and magic i hadn't played around with before and i know it gets samey after a while, but i really am proud of supercut, especially working on the final installment right now i can definitely see a difference from where i started (ps. if you guys only wanna read one fic from that series read endgame, i am,,,,, v excited)

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

the true and proper slow burn of my dreams 😔 like don't touch hands until chapter ten, wanna die from the repressed tension of it all slow burn ya know?? one day i'll be patient enough and find the right duo to pull it off but today is not that day

✨fic writing asks✨

[theyarebothgunshot]

ROSE I AM FREAKING OUT HAVE YOU SEEN THE PREQUEL STUFF???? WHAT IS GOING ON, my god... I was literally about to go to sleep, decided to check Tumblr one last time and see this.... what WHAT!! WHATTTT!!!!!! I don't even know if this is good bad or what but just JENSEN IS PRODUCING A SUPERNATURAL PREQUEL AND DEAN'S GONNA BE THE NARRATOR OR Sth LIKE???? -🐸

YEAH i am normal about this <3 (jk i am also freaking out) welcome to: people screaming to me in my inbox about prequelgate ft. j/2 fallout theory. let's goooo!

Another copypasta and suddenly chaos machine is full on gay I love this prophecy

you know whats funny i just checked the j/2 tag and i feel like for the first time in a long time they are starting to realise that maybe THEY should be the ones who are "gutted" *sips tea*

ROSE HOLY SHIT ROOOOOOOOSE ITS HAPPENING HOLY SHIIIIIT

YEAH

Nevermind just read prequel and well good luck I guess but just you know kind of bleh who wants to watch John Winchester well let’s have hope anyways

i know a lot of people are bummed out but i am kind of very excited actually?? i trust robbie and even though yeah j*hn winchester turned into a nasty abusive bastard, it can be interesting to explore how it all started (imo). it's just the first of many stories they can tell.

I can only accept this circus if it’s Dean telling the stories to his and Cas’ kids and then we have a revival to show that the whole finale was in fact the end Chuck wanted there Jensen I fixed it

i would not say no to this

heyloo bee anon here

um- wtf is happening?

jackles prequel series?? why? i want to be excited about this but sheesh im scared

because supernatural is never dead <3

okay, but, jensen... john winchester ≠ jdm, you don’t have to go /that/ hard for him 🙃

true true... though i am waiting for jdm to comment on this, please i need it

WAIT A SECOND J2 FALLOUT THEORY TRUE??

LMAO HELL YEAH BESTIE

Rose you really picked the worst time to sleep for real

bestie it was literally 4 in the morning, what do you expect from me sdfjsfhsf

I can’t literally can’t we were all right LMAO j2 fallout theory is real and cockles (Misha supporting Jensen) is [gunshots] I’m just laughing cause what the hell is this timeline we’re living LMAOOOOOOOOOO

we would always end up here <3

Do we have the copypaste anons to thank for JP basically confirming the J2 fallout? lol 🦚

yes, everybody say 'thanks annoying idiots!'

ROSE, WAKE UP, COME HERE,

THERE'S A LOT GOING ON FFS

YEAH I KNOW BUT I NEEDED SLEEP

Anticipating that there's going to be a lot of yelling about the prequel on here: I am cackling, but also, I mean, the first time Dean got a look into his parent's past, Cas was the catalyst: literally entered Dean's mind and catapulted him to the 70s. So idk, it's not completely unreasonable to expect some Cas cameos, maybe setting up a parallel timeline since Dean is narrating. What I'm saying is, this is Jackles, he's getting JDM and Misha in on this lmao -Honeymoon Anon

you were right lmfaooo also i fully agree. misha's tweet further cemented that thought for me. he knew about this prequel and i dont think he is cas-baiting us, i think he'll be involved. i'd also be obsessed to see jensen and jdm act together again (though idk who jdm could play seeing as it's a prequel and he is way too old to play young j*hn)

longlivethetribbles heeft gevraagd:

Heyyyyyy bestie, are you SEEING the absolute madness going on right now holy shit

well a little late but I SURE AM BESTIE

bestie wake up pls s16 finale just dropped.

- 🍯

and WHAT a great one it was

I love coming home from work to see all of the chaos unfolding on Tumblr and Twitter. I'm absolutely buzzing right now. I'll probably still be here by the time you wake up and check tumblr 😂 - 🐢

lmaooo and were you still awake?? did you see my freak out??

Oooh bestie wake the fuck up, I know you’re gonna be excited for this one jsnsjsj

god i had SUCH a morning like. it's 12:00 now and all i did since i woke up is check tumblr rip

short summary: jen and dee gain the rights, they post on ig/twitter about a prequel ft john and mary that no one asked for, the fandom loses its everloving shit as usual, they trend on twitter thanks to the beloved twt intern who missed us, misha qt’s jen about cas possibly benefiting from being in the prequel, then j*red qt’s jensen abt how his feelings got hurt by him not being told about a prequel his character as no involvement in & he initially throws a tantrum, and the rest is history - 🦋 anon (ps: i hope this helps a little, i’ve been scattered brained trying to keep up with it all night lmao so pls let me know if i missed anything, bug crew !!)

thank you so much darling i figured it out eventually but this is a helpful summary!!!

I hope you enjoyed waking up to all of this XD -🐢

i sure did!!! also that answers my question about you being awake lmao

I WILL NEVER EVER EVER FORGIVE MYSELF FOR SLEEPING THROUGH ALL OF THIS DRAMA AND NOT EXPERIENCING IT IN PERSON I DIDN'T NEED THIS SLEEP - tea anon

well the party was still going strong this morning so im not TOO "gutted" see what i did there lmaooo

Now that you are caught up with the news... So idk if you remember this but...didn't jarpad tell jackles he was up for a reboot in an online panel? And jackles answered that this was news to him??

-🍯

yeah i think you are right but he was clearly joking and didnt expect jackles to actually be working on something already

J2 anon spare more of those anons let's finish this - tea anon

please, we're having a ball in this bitch

I saw a post on tumblr where someone said now that Kripke gave J&D the rights, maybe they’re starting with a prequel just to end on a reboot in years time and honestly ? I wanna believe that so badly. This is tinhatty but what if this is all calculated in a way that makes it so that Jensen is slowly starting to fix everything that was wrong with spn - now that he has the rights and he’s slowly making spn his own story ?! I mean he did say in his ig post he wants to ‘fill in the rest’ - and maybe Mary and John’s story is only the beginning of spn related content from J&D to come ??? Maybe he wants to give spn the justice it deserves ?? Thoughts ??

i dont think this is tinhatty at all i think this is very possible and not that much of a reach. i could see this happening yeah for sure

want to hear something funny. I found out I had a ruptured blood vessel in my eye because I was sending my friend a video freaking out when the prequel news dropped and I noticed the corner of my eye was red af. and when I got back online jared had tweeted.

DJFHSJD ANON THE CHAOS OF IT ALL, HELP, are you okay? <3

rose.. bestie... how are you feeling about The News? nsfshsf being european is a curse </3 🐞

i feel GREAT im living for it i feel on top of the world tbh (and yeah it really is dsjfhs)

What am I waking up to I can't WHAT I rested my eyes for like 5 minutes help *hits reblog button* - anon anon

yep yep essentially djfhs

“Jensen and Misha are Co workers who barley talk”

I can’t be sure of course but I’m fairly certain that this is the copypasta that brought the j/2 fallout theory back to life. Who’s apparently ‘barely talking’ now? skansjsjsj. It’s almost prophetic, these j/2 anons have superpowers I’m telling ya.

-poker face anon

next time we get one of them we should be thanking them lmaooo

ok, but are we gonna talk about the "When Daneel and I formed Chaos Machine Productions, we knew that the first story we wanted to tell was the story of John and Mary Winchester [...]"-quote because the way this is phrased implies they formed CHAOS MACHINE Productions with the intent of telling this story (first), i haven't been in this dumpster long enough but the name just tickles me in that Misha way, isn't it so sus??? am i missing something???? i mean with this announcement they SURE lived up to that name... 🧩-anon

you are absolutely right, chaos machine SCREAMS misha and we are all here for it!!

hey hey hey. joining the clownverse, there's no way THEE cas girl danneel doesn't know just how much the fandom loves misha and cas. so 2 + 2 = misha in the spn prequel!

AGREED

So I think I finally managed to catch up on wtf happened while I was asleep and my brain melted. What a shit show to wake up to.

Anyway thoughts.

I don't hate the idea of a Mary&John sequel. I think it has the potential to be good (It has the potential to be really bad too, so I'm kind scared).

🕯️🕯️🕯️ manifesting Mary being badass and John being kinda useless🕯️🕯️🕯️

As for the Jensen and J*red thing.

I can see Jensen not telling J*red even if they are still friends, because J*red is kinda good at accidentally telling Secrets. He could have told him right before he announced it so, so that J*red didn't have to find out from twitter. He was on the show for 15 years, he is bound to get asked about it. The public twitter meltdown was really unprofessional so. Like you have Jensen's number J*red. You could have sorted that out in private like a normal person, but instead you choose to act like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Is it weird that I'm actually going to be kinda that for them if the actually had a falling out, even tho I don't like J*red all that much. They seemed to be really important to each other and while I thought before that the might have triefted apart a bit, I didn't think that the where actively fighting.

- 🐌 anon

the thing is, the polite/normal thing for jensen to do was text him before announcing it on twitter. it's weird he didn't, and that makes me believe that maybe yeah they did have a falling out. especially with the way j*red responded to it on twitter. if he had no other reason to be this upset (no prior beef or falling out) you'd think that he wouldn't be responding like this. on the other hand, the man is a mysterie to me so who the hell knows. i'm not gonna mourn about it if they did/do grow apart because j*red is just.... awful imo.