#t.k. talks

[insomniac-ships]

I wish more people understood that you can have hard limits and boundaries when it comes to fictional content you enjoy without insinuating that anyone who doesn't share similar opinions is some kind of freak/pervert/monster.

[proship-headcanons]

Hi so I was that last anon about teacher/student taboo, yandere teacher, and Lima syndrome yandere. I need to confess.

I made that ask thinking about an rp I did with a friend that involved not only oc x canon, but a teacher x student in MHA. We were doing yandere plots with out ocs and mine was a student crushing on, yes, Aizawa and that part of the rp spiralled into a Lima syndrome yandere scenario.

I'm just gushing about it at this point because it was not only fun but I thought the plot was so interesting that I wanna make a fanfkc based on it.

...But I'm scared to because I'm a bit insecure about my writing and worried it won't be good. But I love the concept so much.😭

But also again, more or drama with Teacher x Student, more yandere teachers, and more Lima syndrome yandere. Cause they are just so underrated and under used.

♡

[dilflover-4ever]

“Just help me forget...” t.k

Summary: When something happens and all you need is your bestfriend to help you forget about it, even if it’s just for one night.

Content: lil bit of angst, smut (17+), comfort/fluff, sweet Tom, upset reader, slight sa/mentions of sa

"SCHREEEIIIIIIII" is all I heard before the crowd around me erupted into cheers and screams. I jumped up and down clapping my hands from the front row, the amazing spot gifted from my friends a.k.a the band. "GO BILL" I yelled out, knowing how hard that last scream was to hold. After a second of looking into the crowd and catching his breath, Bill started his thank you's and goodbye's, with the rest of Tokio Hotel waving from their spots. Tom found me in the crowd and waved me back, knowing this was my sign to meet them backstage I started heading there.

It was always "tradition" for me to meet them backstage. I guess you could call me somewhat of an assistant manager because truthfully I did help plan and organize some things but the only reason I toured with them was because I was their closest friend. I was definitely closest with the twins but all four of them are my most trusted and reliable friends.

Finally getting past the screaming fans I made it to the back door. The security guards gave me a look and before I started explaining why I was back there, the door flew open and Tom came out, arms opened wide. I ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso. I felt his arms wrap around me almost immediately, shoving his face into my shoulder. "Tom that was so good! Y'all performed so well!" I told him pulling his face out of my shoulder and kissing his forehead. I slid off of him as he placed my feet back on the ground. "Thank you! I saw you singing in the crowd, you were so into it," He said while laughing. He was looking at me? I thought to myself. "Come on I know the others want to see you." He says dragging me through the door.

As soon as Bill saw me he ran up and hugged me, squeezing so hard I had to take a minute after he set me down, to breathe. "Oh my God you look stunning tonight! I love your outfit!" Bill says, I look down at my black mini skirt and short black, rhinestone tank top, literally my most basic outfit ever. "Aw Bill says you" I say and point to his hair and makeup, I lean up and kiss his forehead. I leave Bill and walk over to Georg and Gustav who are sitting on one of the couches, conversing with one another. I kiss each of their foreheads and pat Georg on the back, then give Gustav a shoulder hug. I sit next to Georg and start talking to them about the night, unknowing of the conversation behind me.

"Bill what the hell was that, 'You look stunning'? what were you trying to do? You know how I feel about her!" Tom whisper-shouted to his brother. Bill scoffed with an eye roll and shoved his brother. "Tom come on you know I don't think about her like that! I was just complimenting her outfit for christs sake!" Bill sighed after saying that. "Didn't seem like it!" Tom quipped back.

I turn away from Gustav, Georg, and I's conversation, hearing hushed conversation behind us. Tom looked mad with Bill just annoyed. "Will you guys stop arguing and come over here so we can figure out what we're going to do tonight!" I yelled over to them. The twins' conversation stopped as they both looked over, Tom leaning back to whisper something into Bill's ear before walking over. Tom sat next to me, pretty close at that, our bodies basically pressed to each others, his arm on the back of the couch behind me. Bill followed behind him, sitting next to Gustav.

"Guys, it's our last night in town, we HAVE to do something." Bill exclaimed. I quickly agreed with him but what I didn't expect were the groans of disagreement from the rest of the group. "Come on Bill we've gone out every night in this city." Georg said, scrunching up his face. "Yeah and we have a long day of traveling tomorrow." Tom added on, which was followed by 'yeahs' from the other two. Bill looked forward, trying to think of something they could do. An idea popped into my head, "What if we just hung out here for the evening, maybe have a few drinks." I said pointing to the mini fridge with a suggestive smirk. "Sure! We can do that." Bill said clapping his hands together and standing up. The other boys agreed and Bill came back with some shots for all of us.

We all held our tiny glasses into the air and toasted, "TO THE START OF A NEW TOUR!" we all said together, cheering then quickly drinking the liquid.

We did that quite a few more times, more than a few actually because now Gustav and Bill were up on the coffee table dancing. On the side me and Georg were tossing a bra, tossed on stage by a fan, back and forth to each other. I felt a warm hand on my thigh, I looked down and saw Tom's hand resting up near my knee, I looked back up at him and gave him a warm smile. He returned a lazy smile back, he was being awfully calm tonight, maybe he's just tired.

Another two hours of us jacking around passed, Bill, Georg, and me almost painfully drunk, with Gustav and Tom just being tipsy. Georg headed out murmuring something about wanting to call his girlfriend, I shook my head knowing she would not want a drunk call in the middle of the night. I looked down at my small cell phone, seeing the time I realized we have to be back at the hotel soon otherwise tomorrow would be hell. "Guys we ha-" I was cut off by the sound of somebody throwing up, looking into the left corner of the room I saw Bill, two feet away from the trash can. "Oh god Bill!" Tom yelled plugging his nose.

That sobered everyone up as we realised we needed to get him back to the hotel. "Hey you guys take him back I will be right behind y'all, I need to clean this mess up." I gestured to the trashy room. Thankfully the hotel was only a block away so Tom and Gustav had Bill supported on their shoulders, helping him walk out. Tom turned back towards me, "Are you sure you don't want me to stay? It's late and I don't know what kind of people are wandering about." He asks. I give him a reassuring smile and say, "Yes I promise I will be fine, the hotel is right there, you don't have to worry about me. Plus I will be two minutes behind you guys." Tom mumbles ok and starts off with Bill and Gustav again.

Ugh Bill that was so disgusting, I thought, throwing away the final paper towels and putting the cleaning spray back into the small maintenance closet. After sanitizing my hands I checked my phone to see it had actually been 35 minutes and not just 2. I knew the boys were already back in their rooms. Probably asleep by now, I figured they were tired from their show.

I grabbed my bag and headed towards the street, shivering from the breeze. Unknown to me as I walked, Tom was on the verge of falling asleep in his hotel room, phone in hand waiting for a call from me. "God where is she, she should be back by now." He spoke to himself. I was walking for a few minutes about to turn the corner, onto the street the hotel was on. Before I could turn I felt a hand harshly grab my upper arm. I dropped my phone onto the pavement. "Why are you walking around the city alone sweetheart?" I heard a gruff voice grunt into my ear, the smell of booze and cigarettes filling my nose. My eyes shooting wide and looking frantically around as i'm being pulled into a small closed off alley. Finding the eyes of the perpetrator I saw a dirty looking man. I couldn't speak, I couldn't yell, my throat closed off as harsh breaths heaved my chest. My lungs expanding so much, yet I couldn't pull in any air.

No, no, no, no, no, I can't let this happen again. Images of my ex best friend, a guy who I once would've given up my life for, a man who I trusted with everything in me. Images of him, forcing himself onto me in my own bedroom, a place of comfort, a place of my own, now ruined. Him gripping my throat and holding my mouth closed to cover my screams. Then images of him, minutes later, shrugging his pants back on and threatening me to not tell anyone then walking out of the door.

I snapped back to reality when I felt another hand on my waist, a bruising grip trying to hike my skirt up. I screwed my eyes shut and started thrashing around even more. Until I felt his hands leave my body and a voice yelled out behind us. "Hey what's going on over there?! Man get your hands off of her!" The guy ran around the corner leaving the scene before anything could happen, yet his scent still lingered.

I heard the voice again, "Ma'am are you ok? Do I need to get the cops?" I stumbled back, eyes blurry with tears as I shoved past the man, grabbing my phone and started lightly jogging down the street desperate to get back to the hotel, back to my room, no that's not where I wanted to go. Entering the elevator I hit the button to our floor, wiping my eyes and trying to stop my shaking hands.

Mindlessly walking down the hallway I stood in front of the door. The door of Toms room. I need him right now, I need his touch, his comfort, even just for tonight. He can forget about it in the morning for all I care but right here right now I'm pushing my feelings for him forward. I need him right now, so badly. I lifted my hand to the door and knocked, checking my surroundings while I waited for an answer.

"Hel- Woah what happened!? Are you ok? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" All of Tom's questions flooded my ears as he guided me back into his room. Once the door shut he pulled me into a tight hug. "Tom, this man he-he grabbed me and started touching m-me." I got out, shuddering from sobs. I looked up at Tom through now tear filled eyes. He didn't look into my eyes, he exhaled harshly and leaned down to kiss my forehead. He turned towards the door and picked up his shoes. My eyes widened. "I'm going to find that motherfu-" "No Tom! please just stay with me," I pulled him into me, pulling his face down close to mine our breaths mixing, "Just help me forget..."

His eyes held a concerned look, "look- are you sure this is what you want? I can just lay with you if that's what you need." He said in such a soft gentle voice. "Tom this is what I want, I want you to help me forget, I need you to take away the memory. Tom I need you." I think the desperation in my voice proved that this was truly what I wanted because soon enough his lips were on mine. A gentle, very soft, loving kiss. No rush, no forcefulness, just straight tenderness.

He laid me back onto the bed then leaned down to take off my shoes, peppering soft kisses down my legs. On his way back up his hands raked up my legs until they reached my skirt. "Are you 100%?" He asked again. "Yes Tom, it's you of course i'm 100%" I reassured him. His hands tugged down my skirt. I did the trouble of taking off my tank top, both items being discarded to the side. Tom kissed his way up my body, maintaining eye contact. "I'm gonna take care of you tonight baby, don't worry, i'm here for you." His sweet words made my eyes water, my emotions already being all over the place from the night.

His face came back up to mine, our lips meeting, less gentle than the first, yet still loving and sweet. He took off his shirt setting it to the side, on the floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down onto me, in a hug. I felt his warm arms slide under my body as he picked me up, turning us around so I'm sat on his lap. My legs came around his back, his body now locked onto mine. We kissed for what felt like hours. The kisses speaking so many words and thoughts. I could feel love through how he kissed me, I tried to reciprocate that back to him with my returning kisses.

Soon enough our kisses became more heated and sloppy. His hands were no longer around my back but now placed on my waist, grinding me down onto his lap. Soft moans leaving my mouth, his low groans meeting with mine in the kiss. His hands delicately reached around behind me, unclipping my bra, dropping it from my shoulders. I unwrapped my arms from him to slide it off. His soft eyes held contact with mine. "You ready?" He questioned. I nodded my head. He flipped us over softly setting me down and moving to get his jeans off.

My chest heaving softly with my breaths as I admired him. I really do love him, not just as a friend, I am in love with Tom. I don't know if he loves me romantically, like I know he does as a friend because we say it all of the time but i'm unsure if he loves me the way I love him. Before I knew it his hands were back on me, so were his lips, trailing down my neck softly sucking once he got to the base. He slid my underwear down my legs, them dropping to the floor. My hands held the back of his head as it trailed farther down my body, his warm lips capturing my nipple while his hand squeezed the other. "Mm Tom" I whispered. He looked up at me, still working my nipples. My feet found the waistband of him boxers, trying to slide them down. His mouth detached from my tit and he smiled up at me. "Babe give me a second I was gonna get there soon." "I need you now Tom, I want you in me" I whined.

His stood and stripped himself of his boxers. His cock hard and red as he slowly grabbed it leaning back down over me. "Tell me if it gets too much baby" He said before seizing my lips with his. I felt his tip at my entrance, he dragged it up and down a few times collecting my wetness. I felt the pressure at my entrance again, then him sliding into me. Our kiss breaks as both of us groan, his head dropping onto my shoulder.

He starts rocking himself slowly, allowing me to adjust. He starts moving faster, lifting himself up onto his hands. My hands thread into his dreads, resting on the base of his neck. I start feeling the build up in my lower abdomen. His thrusts are now faster and harder. He leans back on his heels, pulling my legs up over his shoulders. My eyes are shut but they open when I feel his hands reach mine that are resting by my side. He lifts them with his, locking our fingers together.

That gesture makes me melt, tears brimming my eyes. Tom leans down to kiss my cheek when one slips down out of my eye. My orgasm is coming soon, I can feel it. "H-Harder Tom." I plead, my body rocking with his. He starts thrusting harder hitting me deep, I moan out his name squeezing his hand. "Fuck Tom im so close" I tell him. "Me too hon, me too", Right as he says that I snap, moaning loudly and my pussy clenching around his dick. I know that this brings him closer because now his thrusts are so much sloppier and his shaky voice is straining out grunts and groans.

He quickly pulls out and cums all over my stomach, leaning down and kissing me hard, like really hard. Once our breaths calm down he collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around his head smoothing his hair.

We sit in silence before he surprises me with his words. "I love you, I love you so much and I have loved you for so long you don't even know." a light laugh leaves his lips at the last few words. "Tom I-" he cuts me off. "No listen, I love you so so much, and I promise I will protect you from everything bad, I will keep you safe forever and ever, nobody with harm you ever again, I want you to be with me, will you?"

Overjoyed I whisper to him, "Yes Tom of course I will be with you, I love you so much and you are always there for me when I need you." I close off my statement with a kiss to his lips. He lets out a content sigh and closes his eyes, laying on my chest. We fall asleep like that, not worried about tomorrow, or the next days, just tied up with each other.

note: This was a difficult and sensitive one to write but I hope ya'll enjoyed it!

[ghostgirl101]

Can we get some headcanons of Jeff t.K. in a relationship? ^^

Dating Jeff The Killer Would Be Like This:

A/N: Well, this is a long overdue request, hope the wait was worth it 🙃 I’m going to be waiting for you all at least twice a week from now on, and there are a few spaces left for requests if you want to get yours in for Jeff and others now if you're interested 🔪 This is the original creepypasta Jeff, but I could try writing for David Near's version too if anyone's wondering... enjoy.

🔪• Well damn, there's a lot to include for this crazy son of a biatch, so get ready-

🔪• It's an uncomfortable night, the skies outside pitch black, stars clouded over and your curtains ruffling as you glare tiredly at the ceiling, wishing for sleep to overtake you. But there's just something that's keeping you half-aware, something that makes you toss and turn for a while, eyeing the window with a furrow of your brows. It's almost like someone's watching your every move. You just can't see them.

🔪• Until that whispering, hoarse voice pierces through the still silence from behind your curtains, making your eyes widen in horror at the sadistic chuckling that only gets nearer as you will your body to move from its frozen position.

🔪• The tip of his blade skims across the skin off your face before you can make out his own, pale and deathly and twisted with a nasty, deeply cut grin etched up his cheeks. His cold blue eyes linger over your features, and it’s a frustrating and vulnerable feeling knowing that can read you a lot better than you can him. It’s a tense few moments when all you feel is the end of the sharp dagger trace just light enough down a cheek and your lips, resting there for a second, as if he’s thinking.

🔪• Jeff doesn’t keep you alive just because you’re you - he doesn’t know who you are, or why you look, in his eyes, almost as beautiful as he does. But it makes him curious and confused, something he’s not used to and doesn’t particularly like at first. So with a scoff, the knife is suddenly snatched away, replaced with his face right down next to yours, with a “go to sleep~” and sudden darkness.

🔪• It’s a wonder to you when you wake up the next morning unharmed. It’s unheard of for the infamous killer to let his victims go, but after that night, it’s clear to you that what you experienced wasn’t some sort of weird nightmare. You feel eyes on you almost every minute of the day, footsteps that aren’t your own following you when you’re by yourself, shadows in the hall that turned out to be nothing…

🔪• The only times Jeff will make his appearances where you can actually see and talk to him is at night. At first, it's kind of to see how you'll react - scared and screaming panicking like the others, or oddly curious and mildly apprehensive - if you show the latter, he'll definitely be caught if guard, because he's used to the screaming and crying. But even if you do panic and start some weird chase scene around your house, Jeff seems to find it amusing, until he's had enough and corners you, hissing in your ear, "would you calm the hell down doll, you don't wanna wake the whole damn street, now do you?"

🔪• And you're like yes?!?? Because a scarred maniac is in my room and getting blood stains over my non-washable flooring??! Or maybe that's just me

🔪• This boy can be an absolute mystery to anyone who manages to survive him, because they never really figure out the solid reason why, or his whole backstory, his intentions, etc. All they know is that he's a killer who preys on young people at the night and disappears in the morning. Some survive him because they're interesting for a while, and die when they're not anymore. Some remind him of his past self, and on a bad day, he remembers how much he hates that and gets rid of them too. Some are just to play around with. And then there's you.

🔪• Jeff doesn't give you much of a reason either when you question his motives, because at first, he can't even be sure of why he's ket you around. Is it because you're pretty? Somehow different from his other victims? It's not because he's gone soft. The whole thought process ends up frustrating him, so he'll storm out the window to be alone and try taking his mind off it by going after some whiny targets. But still, he keeps thinking about the question, about you, watching him in some kind of awe and confusion. Why do you care? Why does he care?!

🔪• This whole thing is not some fast-paced cliche love story where everything's sappy and sweet and he'll kill everyone but you. He's still the infamous Jeff The Killer. But that doesn't mean he isn't a little soft for you. Just don't point it out, or he gets flustered and defensive.

🔪• At one point, he wanted to just kidnap you and have you with him all the time, but you had to put your foot down and promise to stick around every night for him to come and go as he pleases, which calmed him down. Because, yeah, that's not happening Jeff, calm yourselffff

🔪• It ends up being him popping in almost every night, with you learning to keep your windows open so you don’t have to keep on replacing the forced-in smashed glass. And even when he visits, it takes time for him to reveal himself, little by little, until you can make out all the rough burns and dried blood that blemish practically every inch of his skin. It's not that he's all insecure - he thinks he’s beautiful most days, and he’s not trying to make you feel less scared by his appearance, because him being the jackass that he is, finds jump scaring you funny.

🔪• But he can have bad days, days where he can't stop thinking about his brother and parents and all that made him who he is, and when that happens, he either bearly says anything and sulks with his knives in the corner of your room, and pretty much lets you do anything. Like, you could end up playing and studying his knives - he watches apprehensively at first, all ready for you to try to stab him in the back - but after time goes by and you've given up questioning yourself as to why you're letting a cold-blooded murderer hang out with you almost every night in your room, he sees that you're not trying to defend yourself in those extreme measures, so kind of lets you do your thing.

🔪• It's nice for him to have the company, too, and he enjoys the small conversations he has with you: the nosy, lucky, pretty little survivor who asks too many questions about him and has a smile that's almost as good as his. Him being him offers to carve one in, and still jokingly tries to while you fight him off with a string of curses. He can be really annoying when he wants to, because he finds your reactions cute. If, on the extremely rare occasions, you happen to see him before it goes dark, doing your homework or something, he'll try drawing on the paper or mucking around with your stuff to distract you. If you're watching something, he'll spoil the ending or give a stupid running commentary. If you annoy him back by any means you can, Jeff gets all pouty and frustrated, but it's also sort of endearing to him??

🔪• So he'll be all "are you freaking stupid, or just suicidal, antagonising a serial killer?!" but he can't help scoffing at you in some form of fondness that he hasn't even realised has been growing in him

🔪• When he ultimately realises that hey! you're stalking and killing the bullies of and are increasingly obsessing over this person, it takes him a bit of time to process. He might not show up on that night, wanting to get his thoughts straight, leaving you very confused, but Jeff does show up the next night wanting you to shut up and sit down and listen to him, because he doesn't want to make this any weirder than it feels for him. You'll hardly understand what he's getting at when he spurts out how you're different and he doesn't really believe in fate but something feels right and every Clyde needs his Bonnie and random crap like that 😂

🔪• You'll have to cut him off with a "so are you asking me out?" and he's like "well... yeah, duh. Don't even think about saying no, because you're not getting rid of me, even if you want to, alright?!?" You can tell he's uncharacteristically nervous. So when you've assessed the situation and see that there's no more harm than there already has been to saying yes, there's an unreadable look of shock and something more in his stony eyes. Then his grin is back, and he's annoying you again by whirling you around in the air and stuff, and boom! You're never getting rid of the maniac. He's yours. Congratulations.

🔪• I'm gonna be honest with you; dating Jeff The Killer is definitely not the easiest mountain you chose to climb, but at the end of the day, if all you want is his manic, obsessive love and devotion to you, then it's well worth it. Take the amount of obsessiveness and stalker behaviour he's shown to you as a weird-ass friend and multiply it by a thousand. I'm not kidding.

🔪• Jeff The Killer genuinely cares about those who have somehow made it to that point with him, and as you're at the top of that list, damn, you'll be spoiled. Don't ask him where he gets all the jewels and trinkets and things you've been wanting or that match your hobbies and talents, because they're yours, and they've always been yours. So your welcome, enjoy, he knew you'd like it. That's one way he shows his love. It's kind of like a way of saying that he's always thinking about you, which isn't an exaggeration at all. I can definitely imagine him killing for you with pride and bringing back a heart all casual-like, while you shake your head with an awkward smile.

🔪• "That's, uh, sweet of you, Jeff, but seriously, throw it away now, that's rank."

🔪• No one else catches his eye after you, too. He's never met someone truly beautiful, inside and out, before you, and he's convinced he won't after. So if someone tries to beg for their life or give him compliments he used to like, it's pretty much ineffective now. "You'll ever be as hot as my doll is, you sadass, but here, I'll carve a little something to get you halfway there~"

🔪• He can actually be surprisingly sweet when he wants to. On his bad days, now he'll just lean into you in silence and twirl his blade around, while you play with his hair or put something on TV or somehow end up staring at him. If you look closer and beyond the chalky white shade of his burnt skin and the deep, bloody scars that trace up from his lips, you can notice how he probably was a good-looking boy before the 'accident.' But don't let him catch you looking, because, bad mood or not, he's a cocky bastard, and will end up grinning and saying something like "it's rude to stare, dolly," which ruins the moment lmao

🔪• Jeff can also get clingy when he feels like it too, though he'll never admit it. He likes how your body's always warm when he is somehow always freezing, and being able to have time alone with you, where you're all his, and no one can take it away from him. He'll go freaking rabid if anyone tries, and no one wants that.

🔪• He gets a little awkward when it comes to comfort and opening up, but he'll get there. He learns from you to just give you a silent hug instead of patting you on the back and telling you to chin up or something stupid, or tries to make you laugh, or kills the thing that's getting you down, if you let him. That's your decision 🙃

🔪• He eventually opens up to you about his past, too, which takes him a lot of courage and a lot of patience for you. It's good that you know, though, because it's something to be even closer about, and the more you know about each other, the more you belong together. At least, that's Jeff's logic.

🔪• Jeff can be a bit possessive and sulky when those moments have to end in the mornings, and he's been known to just shove his white hoodie over your head and demand you wear it when he's not with you. Which is fine, Jeff, but seriously, clean that blood of it first.

🔪• But when all is said and done, no matter how heartless and cold and crazy he may seem, and undoubtedly is, he's sane enough to know that he loves you. His love can be ridiculously intense and overwhelming at times, but you can learn to work around or with it. He will do it. Whether anyone believes it or not, him and you knowing your love is enough for Jeff.

[actuallysara]

DELETED SCENE from 911 Lone Star: S4 EP18 "In Sickness and In Health" | T.K. & Carlos Receive Pep Talks Before Their Wedding

[danisbrainrot]

lott modelling new clothes she bought for you to cheer you up after a rough day :(((

lottie matthews x reader

I love cute little blurb ideas like these <333

her shopping bags landed messily on the bed as she crawled on top of you, shifting so you were between her legs and she could press her forehead against yours. "you okay, baby?" lottie murmurs, kissing you softly.

you shake your head, leaning into the kiss and not letting her lips go. finally, she pulls away, looking at you seriously as a sigh leaves your mouth, "I had a shitty day," you reply. she pouted, pressing another kiss against your lips before pulling away.

"well, I finally used my t.k. maxx credit up, do you wanna see some of the stuff I bought?" lottie asks, you nod eagerly, your mood lighting up immediately. she laughs at this, but crawls off you and opens some of the bags. "close your eyes," you do as instructed and wait patiently until she allows you to open them again.

her first outfit is cute, a pink miniskirt and a white top. she gives a little spin, flourishing with a small curtsy. "you look like a Barbie doll," you tease, she flicks her hair behind her shoulders and blows you a kiss, before getting unchanged again. you close your eyes, letting her next outfit be a surprise.

lottie shows off five more outfits—making you worry how bad of a habit this whole stealing shitty clothes from t.k. maxx was. finally, she covers your eyes with a scarf she'd bought, "your eyes definitely have to be closed for this next one, because I bought this somewhere else," she whispers, her tone seductive; you grew excited by what she meant.

"you can take the scarf off now," she instructs. once the fabric is ripped off your eyes, your jaw drops at the sight. she was dressed in a scant red lingerie set, showing off her long legs and gorgeous figure. you swear you could feel drool in the corner of your mouth. she giggles at your reaction, twirling around to show off every inch of her. "do you like it?"

you finally unfreeze, gaining the ability to talk again. "I love it," you admire how gorgeous she looked standing before you in her red bra and undies, "in fact, you should wear that more often," she giggles, before crawling on top of you again. you pull her in for a passionate kiss, feeling the full weight of her on top of you, as you grip her waist tightly with you hands. "thank you, my days better already," you mutter against her lips.

a wide smirk appears on lottie's face as she begins moving your hand from her waist further up to her boobs. "just wait until you feel what's underneath it," she teases, shooting you a cheeky wink.

[thenighthekate]

He had a cigarette with his number on it ( t.k. )

My lips hold back the lava in my chest. The burning, consuming, encroaching destruction is hardening my resolve more than you could have guessed.

The cool Berlin's air outside the packed club seemed to calm her nerves, skin slightly glistening under the street lights as she leaned against the brick wall. Her head was spinning, brain dancing from the amount of alcohol now permanent in her system.

Multiple people scattered the alley's grounds for a smoke. Some tripping over their own feet as their friends tried to hold them up, others being babysitters and sober drivers for their drunk buddies. Her own girlfriends somewhere inside with guys they have found throughout the night.

As her mind slowly started to clear she rummaged through her purse to find the package she was looking for. Swiftly pulling out the box and placing the last cigarette between her lips. Her fingers let go of the plastic covered cardboard on a mission to find a lighter, matches, fire. Anything at this moment would work. But as her hand ran through the inside leather of her bag she was met with only a couple crumbled bills and her lipstick.

" Need a light?" After a few grunts and annoyed sighs she turned to the voice who called out for her, a slim hand stretched in front of her face with a lighter between its fingers. The girl's eyes ran from the person's palm to their bicep, neck and finally meeting their face.

He was attractive to say the least. Hair neatly done and braided, eyes swirling with deep chocolate and coffee, skin slightly tan under the yellow street lights, his lips pulled into a small smirk with a piercing on the right corner of his mouth.

" Thank you." She leaned down to meet him, his finger swiftly flicking the click making a flame appear in front of her face. Dragging in a breath she let the smoke swirl inside her lungs and intoxicate her brain before blowing it right out. The gray clouds traveling with wind and swirling around the man's head.

" So you around here?" One oh his hands were placed in the pocket of his baggy jeans, the other pulling his own joint back and forth.

" No. Just moved here, decided to celebrate tonight." She slightly nodded her head as she looked him in the eye, her voice was smooth. Soft satin against the rough whistles of the wind. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her lips, the soft pillows painted a crimson red, glistening each time she licked them and staining the end of her cigarette. The girl could tell he wanted to say more, indulge in a further conversation not just small talk, but a yell suddenly sounded over the forming crowd making the man in front of her turn his head.

" Those are my friends, they are waiting for me." He slowly turned to gaze at the girl once again, his fingers doing their own and finding the packet that held the nicotine he so much craved for. " I noticed you ran out," he lifted a cigarette to her eyesight, placing it in her open hand and watched her palm it, " it's for rainy days."

" It got your number on it?" She looked at him with a smirk, slightly not even believing her own eyes. " You give this to every girl?"

" Only for special occasions." He sent a flying smile her way before turning on his heel, his feet carrying him away before he looked back, caught her smirk and suddenly stopped. " Tom by the way!"

[911lsbts]

Deleted scene: 9-1-1: Lone Star | T.K. & Carlos Receive Pep Talks Before Their Wedding

[guardian-angle22]

Felt like putting together a little themed fic rec list! Here are some coda/missing moment fics for 3.07 Red vs. Blue. If I've missed any, let me know and I can add them to the list!

SOFTBALL FOCUSED:

◆ Win or Lose by @heartstringsduet (Words: 8.3K; Rating: E; d/s elements)

What if the softball game ended with nothing but TK receiving his rightful reward for winning? What if Carlos ever so slightly tweaked his plans?

◆ in your corner by @heartstringsduet (Words: 7.1K; Rating: M; d/s elements; part 5 of a series)

Win or lose, Carlos promises to reward TK after the softball game tonight. But all it takes is a single moment to unravel what they’ve built together.

◆ it's hotter than hell where i'm at by @petalwritesx (Words: 1.3K; Rating: M)

“If I would’ve known a softball uniform did this to you,” T.K. says, breathless between kisses, “I would’ve bought one a long time ago.” OR: Before their little award ceremony, Carlos and T.K. have some alone time.

◆ Sex Drive by @welcometololaland (Words: 3.8K; Rating: E)

Carlos has a thing for TK playing softball and TK has a thing for reflective surfaces, apparently. OR A season 3, episode 7 missing scene.

◆ "You love this, don't you?" by @irispurpurea (Words: 403; Rating: T)

Fictober 2022 Day 28. Prompt: “You love this, don’t you?” Missing scene from Red vs. Blue

◆ Gold name and number by @goodways (Words: 3.6K; Rating: E)

“I’m just saying Carlos, it was a simple ‘talk shit, get hit scenario’, the law has no place getting involved,” TK spoke with a tone like he was explaining simple first grade math. “First of all, that’s not true and second of all… no, no I think that’s it.” * Carlos has some feelings about TK in his softball outfit.

◆ Take Me Out to the Ball Game by @chicgeekgirl89 (Words: 1.5K; Rating: T)

He’s seen his boyfriend’s ass in a lot of outfits; his uniform, jeans, slacks, but nothing, nothing tops this. His boyfriend is hot. He’s so fucking hot. Carlos isn’t sure he’s ever seen anything hotter in his entire life.  A follow up fic for 3x07 "Red vs. Blue" in which T.K. wears a new kind of uniform and Carlos likes it. A lot.

◆ your hand under my jacket by @kiras-sunshine (Words: 5.8K; Rating: T)

"You know, I’m grateful you came to watch,” TK hums as he steps into their loft through the door, and immediately turns around to give him one of those wide and brilliant grins, and pokes the peak of Carlos’ cap upwards, “even though it looked like you were trying to be as incognito as possible.

END OF EPISODE FOCUSED (TW: discussions of grief/death/dying):

◆ i can't just bring them back, but darling i can hold your hand by @morganaspendragonss (Words: 2K; Rating: T)

It’s been hours, and TK hasn’t said a word. He hasn’t screamed, or cried, or done anything that Carlos has come to expect from someone who just found out a loved one passed away. He’s just curled up in a ball on the bed, staring blankly at the wall, and that’s where he’s been ever since he walked away from the party like a ghost. * a 3.07 coda/3.08 spec fic

◆ underneath by @kiras-sunshine (Words: 4.2K; Rating: T)

Grief is a powerful thing, and it affects everyone differently, creating unique pain and ache for everyone, and it is always a process, and TK has had his grief only for mere hours. It is still new, growing and invading space in him.

◆ not a victory march by @reyesstrand (Words: 2.8K; Rating: T)

Carlos approaches, still under the assumption that everything is fine because it's supposed to be, and TK feels his eyes start to burn when Carlos asks him to tell his mom he says hi.  Because that's something he's never going to do again.

◆ Surrounded by Love by @bluenet13 (Words: 5.8K; Rating: T)

A look at TK in the days, weeks and months following Gwyn’s passing as he processes his grief with the help of his family and friends. A 3x07 Coda

◆ this weight off your shoulders by @marjansmarwani (Words: 1.9K; Rating: T)

When Andrea Reyes receives a call from her son with terrible news, she makes a promise to a woman she only met once but always felt she knew. A 3x07 Coda

◆ may there be abundant peace by @maxbegone (Words: 2.6K; Rating: N/A)

Carlos sighs. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” “Yeah.” “I’m so sorry.” It warrants no further reply, because at this point Carlos is crying along with him, resting his forehead against his temple and securing his hold even tighter. If he didn’t feel so numb, TK would reciprocate somehow. But this day has been simultaneously a blur and the sharpest image, burned red-hot in his brain. He could relive every single moment in perfect accuracy, he swears. __ An introspective episode coda sometime after the events of 3.07 and 3.08.

◆ No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. by @tkstrrand (4 fic series, Total Words: 13.1K; Rating: G)

TK tries to balance moments of joy with grief/guilt following the months after his mother's passing.

◆ sometimes grief is an open wound - it bleeds and bleeds and bleeds by @morganaspendragonss (Words: 663; Rating: M; TW: Self-harm, Suicidal Thoughts)

His doctor puts him back on his antidepressants and he takes them without complaint, even when sometimes they feel like they’re doing more harm than good. The side effects leave him nauseous for a week, his already unpredictable sleep schedule fucked up beyond repair, but TK dutifully swallows them down every morning, because this means that he’s trying, right? It means that… It means something. It has to.

◆ wrap me up, enfold me by @strandnreyes (Words: 2.3K; Rating: G)

“She’s dead.” Those are the last words he has spoken in at least ten minutes. Now as Carlos sits beside TK on the couch, he isn’t sure what to do. His boyfriend is silent and unmoving, almost hauntingly so, and there’s this vacant look in his eyes that makes him look so unlike himself that it jars Carlos.

◆ Before...And After by Mari_Marie (Words: 256; Rating: G)

TK takes a shuddering breath. He doesn’t remember much about last night, except that he was catatonic after the call, then dissolved an hour later into a sobbing, hyperventilating mess. The only reason he didn’t shake apart was because Carlos had held him.

◆ wrapped in a cloak of misery by @pendragonsandbuckleys (Words: 1.1K; Rating: G)

The phone clattered to the ground only seconds before TK’s knees buckled from underneath him. - a 3.07 coda.

◆ silent answers by @blueink3 (Words: 577; Rating: T)

It’s Paul who notices first because of course he does. “She’s dead.” Who clocks the fact that something has gone horrifyingly, catastrophically wrong. “She’s dead.” “Carlos?” Not ‘hey, man’ or ‘you good?’ Not the casual, easy tone Carlos has come to appreciate ever since that night at the club. It’s diffused more than one high pressure situation, but this -  Nothing can fix this. A coda to 3x07.

[cas-kingdom]

could u write about owen strand and his daughter both talking about the new baby in season 2?

The door didn’t creak as it opened but Owen felt the light from the hallway on his face. He lifted his head and saw the dark shape of his youngest shutting the door behind her before shuffling quickly over to the bed.

“Hey, Sunshine,” he said, “trouble sleeping?”

You didn’t offer much more than an “I’m sleeping with you” as you crawled down the middle of the bed and lay flat between your parents.

Owen nodded definitively. “You’re sleeping with me.” He turned his head to look at you. “Why? Did Mom change your mattress?”

“Shush!” Owen had whispered, but you put a finger to your lips all the same, prompting Owen to mirror you. “Don’t give her ideas.” You sighed and glanced at your mother not at all approvingly. “She took down my frame of New York and hung up a picture of some monkey she said she got T.K. when he was a baby. But Dad, I can feel it looking at me. It’s creepy as heck.”

“Oh, God,” Owen groaned. “How did she even find—” He raised himself slightly, ensuring Gwyneth was still asleep, then lay back down— “I took that down and hid it in a corner of the garage when T.K. turned one. She didn’t believe me when I said that was the reason the kid wouldn’t sleep at night.” He leaned over to whisper conspiratorially. “Blamed it on the decorators we had in to paint the room.”

You snorted a little loudly before covering your mouth. After a moment of silence and no movement from your right, you lowered your hand. “Mom’ll have decorators in next.”

Owen snorted this time, not bothering to cover it up. “She better not,” he said, “the colours in this house are perfect.”

“Everything’s perfect. Was perfect.”

Despite your dejected tone, a corner of Owen’s lips curved upwards slightly. He’d known, of course, that the cursed monkey, no matter how horrific it looked, couldn’t be the only reason for his grown daughter to come sneaking into her parents’ room in the middle of the night. You had sought out his company at night plenty before Gwyn had arrived, and he was sure you’d done the same with Gwyn, but there had always been a reason behind it. He didn’t usually have to pull it out of you, you were good at spilling your thoughts when you knew you needed to. You definitely didn’t take after him in that aspect.

Reaching over, Owen pinched your cheek. “Uh-ohhh,” he sing-songed, grinning when you pushed his hand away, “Y/N’s got something on her miiind.” He settled when you stared blankly at the ceiling and dropped his voice. “Talk to me.”

You took a moment, always did. Then: “Everything’s changing. Not just the creepy monkey. This is the first time I’ve ever seen you guys in the same bed together.”

Owen rose an eyebrow. He hadn’t thought about that. T.K. had been seven when he and Gwyn had divorced, so he’d known at least for a time what it was like to have married parents. You, meanwhile, had been both Owen and Gwyn’s divorce gift to the other. You’d been born and had grown up in two separate homes, both as busy as the other, never privy to the happy family life your friends always talked about. Seeing your parents in bed together was such a trivial thing he hadn’t thought twice about, but it made sense that for you it would be at the forefront of your mind.

“I would’ve thought you’d appreciate that,” he said.

“Oh, this—” You vaguely gestured to him and your mom— “I do. It’s really, really cool. But everything is just—it's—” Quietly exasperated, you tossed your arms in the air before bringing them down again on either side of you. “It’s just weird, Dad.”

“Change,” Owen said. “Yeah, you get that from me. Listen, Sunshine…” He turned on his side to face you, glad when you did the same. “Your feelings are perfectly valid. I’m not the greatest fan of change either, believe it or not, and I know it’s all coming really fast, what with the move and the baby…but it’s all gonna be worth it in the end, right?”

You sighed, toying with the end of the duvet. “Yeah.”

There was more, then. “Y/N Strand.” Owen lowered his voice and his head, brows raising to ensure you knew he wasn’t playing. “My bed, my rules. Spill.”

“But it’s really stupid!”

“I once got told half of what comes out of my mouth is stupid.“ He grasped your hand and squeezed it gently. "What is it? The baby?” Your face fell and he nodded once. “The baby.”

“That’s the biggest change.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I won’t be the baby anymore.”

Ah. He frowned on instinct but corrected it almost immediately. “Not literally, but—and don’t laugh—you’ll always be my baby.” That got a smile from you, and he counted it a massive victory. "Seriously now. Don’t worry about the baby, alright? Things’ll continue to be a bit weird for a couple weeks, and when the baby arrives it’ll be weird again, but things’ll settle eventually.” He kissed your nose. “And I know you’ll make the best big sister.”

Any response you might have given him, other than a wide smile that had Owen claiming the victorious of victories, was interrupted by a quiet and unexpected: "Hey.”

Owen lifted his head to stare across at the, once again, cracked open door. “T.K.?”

T.K. stood at the door. Owen was getting déjà vu. “Can I—" T.K. pressed his lips together in a thin line and walked further into the room, speaking quietly but loud enough for his dad to hear. “Mom switched my mattress and my back aches.”

You gasped and sat up. “She did not.”

“She did too. You got room in there or should I sleep on the couch?”

You shuffled as close to Owen as you could without him falling off the bed. Tucked into his side, his arms pulling you close to him, Owen patted the space between you and Gwyn.

“Hop in, son. Can’t say this’ll be more comfortable than a hard mattress but it’s feeling weirdly like the old makeshift fort days.”

Like brother, like sister, T.K. quietly clambered onto the bed and down the middle until he was neatly stuck between you and Gwyn. There was silence for a moment.

“All I’m saying is she better not have thrown my mattress away because that baby is being returned to me the moment I wake up else I’m moving in with Carlos.”

Gwyn stirred so suddenly at T.K.’s less-than-quiet outburst that the three of you jumped. As if it had been done countless times before, you acted deep in sleep almost immediately, you with your arm slung over your exaggeratedly-snoring dad’s chest, T.K. with his leg stuck in an odd angle and hands folded over his stomach like he was sitting prettily in a coffin.

"What the…” Gwyn muttered, shifting in her place. Then—"Aww. My babies"—before she promptly fell asleep again.

T.K. moved first, his laughter coming in faint bursts. "She’s like Freddie Krueger,” he whispered.

“Sexy Freddie Krueger.”

“Ew, Dad.” You slapped his shoulder.

“Alright, alright. Let’s sleep, if we can.” He reached across to pat T.K. before resting his hand on your head. “Night, kiddos.”

“Night, Dad.”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

And if Owen fell out of the bed in the middle of the night…he definitely complained about it.

Lone Star Masterpost

[insomniac-ships]

NOT a problem: Primarily liking yaoi, BL, or m x m content.

IS a problem: Treating living, breathing mlm like they're a spectacle, invading their space, or going "SQUEEEE OMG IRL YAOI!!"

NOT a problem: Primarily liking yuri, GL, or w x w content.

IS a problem: Treating living, breathing wlw like they exist for your entertainment, or asking invasive, inappropriate questions out of the blue.

*NOT a problem: Finding NS/FW queer content attractive or arousing, even if you aren't necessarily queer yourself.

*IS a problem: Being an Actual Homophobe and claiming that being queer is gross and wrong and perverted, all while still using NS/FW queer content for your sexual gratification.

(* using "queer" as a blanket term here!)

[chicgeekgirl89]

Thanks to @strandnreyes and @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad for the tags!

From something new that I'm working on:

Carlos walks over and pats the side of T.K.’s thigh. “Move please,” he says mildly, waiting until T.K. shifts over enough that he can get into the drawer that’s hidden behind his legs.  He extracts the spoon he needs and then taps the space again indicating that T.K. can move back, which he does, still talking. “We had a pet frog in my class when I was in third grade. His name was Sir Henry. He died on the hundredth day of school.” At this T.K. looks a little glum. Then he perks up. “But my teacher got a hamster after that and we got to vote on a name. We picked Pikachu.” “Sounds fun.” “I wonder if hamsters have a symbiotic relationship with another animal,” T.K. says, picking his phone back up again. “Hm. Nope,” he says after a minute. “But, hamsters will eat their babies if you don’t separate them. Oh! Did you know that it’s illegal to own just one guinea pig in Switzerland? You have to have two because they’re social animals and they’ll get lonely. But then in Peru people eat them for special occasions. Isn’t that crazy how different those two countries are?” “Almost as crazy as spiders keeping frogs as pets.” “I wish I had a pet frog,” T.K. says. “Do you think Buttercup would eat it?” “I’ve seen Buttercup eat his own poop. Yes. I think he would eat a frog if he could catch it."

If you have no idea what's happening here, you and Carlos are in the same boat lol.

Tagging @lemonlyman-dotcom, @bonheur-cafe, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @carlos-in-glasses, @carlos-tk, @ladytessa74, @liminalmemories21 and anyone else who would like to share!

[thatonewatching]

What irks them?

Slenderverse

FEAT: Jeff t.K, BEN Drowned, EJ, Masky, Hoodie, Helen Otis/Bloody Painter, LJ, HABIT, Slenderman.

Jeff t.K- He hates when people give him weird looks. Like, yeah, he knows he's weird looking and all, but won't you give him a break? It doesn't hurt his feelings or anything, but it just pisses him off. It only pisses him off, however, if it's someone in the manor or someone who serves under Slender. If someone, someone like him, gives him a weird look, whether it be of disgust or apprehension, he does not appreciate the judged feeling he gets. He feels that the only person allowed to judge him is himself. Also, he hates people who talk over him. He feels like his words are just as important, if not more, than anyone else's.

BEN Drowned- He hates when people touch his stuff without asking and when they treat him like a child. If he allows you into his room, he expects you to respect his boundaries, whether you're close or not. He trusted you, so he expects you to not to break that trust. His items are his property, so why can't you respect it? He feels like it isn't that hard. (I'm not projecting, I promise) And if he were to tell you that he's upset with how you're acting and what you're doing, and you invalidate his feelings, he doesn't like you, anymore. He'll tell you to get out, once you do, he'll pace around and be a little storm cloud for a bit till he's calmed down. He won't be the first to reach out to you to make things right, however. He'll wait for the wrong doer to apologize. He knows when he's in the wrong, and can act mature about apologizing, though it may hurt his pride.

Eyeless Jack- Hates when people don't listen even after countless reminders and warnings, also hates being called 'Eyeless' Jack. Despises that he's known for being a scary demon man that patches people up, despite being one of Slender's favorites, due to his convenient skill. His hearing is exceptional, and he can pick up on more things than an average human can. He will have to confront you if he hears you talking about him, bad mouthing or not. Doesn't allow certain people to return time after time to his infirmary, especially Jeff, Toby, and Jane. They often return multiple times a day, and he doesn't tolerate people abusing his kindness and dedication to his work.

Masky- Loud people or people who don't respect his boundaries. If someone is continuously being loud and obnoxious, he will lose his temper and begin to yell. A bad habit of his is throwing things or punching them. If he has reminded you at least once to be quiet or calm down and you haven't listened, he'll go off. Or, if you don't listen when he tells you to back up or stop touching him and you don't, he'll lose his temper, too. Doesn't like when people don't listen to him, really. That's mainly what it boils down to at the end of the day. God complex 🤷‍♂️ what can ya do about it? Also, weird thing, but he hates people who use the word 'like' in a sentence too much. (Ex. "And he, like, told me about what she said, and I was like🧍‍♂️! Can you believe that?) Lastly, he hates people that twirl their hair or play with it constantly. Finds it a sign of stupidity and incompetence. Thinks that women who do it are bimbos with no brains and men that do it are gay or stupid. (I'm sorry)

Hoodie- Doesn't like being treated like a child or with condescension. He is a grown man and expects you to treat him like one. Or if you demean him and try to gaslight him into believing he's in the wrong. Has the patience of a saint and will make sure he's in the right before confronting you. Does not tolerate him or his friends being insulted or demeaned. Will confront you if you try to manipulate or gaslight anyone, whether he's close with them or not.

Bloody Painter- If you bother him while he's painting or cooking, he'll remind/warn you to leave him be. If that doesn't work, he'll shove you away, but not hard enough to leave a mark or make you fall, just a slight warning. If you bother him again, he'll grab you and force you out of the room by your wrist, shoulder, or upper arm. Doesn't deal with constant interruptions or irritation. Doesn't often yell but will deprive you of entertainment or distractions. Occasionally, he will deprive you of food for hours to up to a day and a half.

Laughing Jack- Being disrespected or walked on. Though he might be malicious and hundreds of years old, he doesn't like being treated like he's below anyone, especially someone who he finds below him, like a human being. He will quickly put you in your place, seeing as you can do nothing about it, considering his size and strength. He views himself as something of a God or something to be worshipped. Looks down on those he views below him.

HABIT- People who disobey him. He also looks down on everyone, but he will actively make sure you are obeying his orders. Do not disobey him. You will die. He doesn't tolerate disrespect or questioning. He expects nothing but loyalty and devotion to him and his goals, and if you aren't willing to provide that, then he'll find someone who is. You are disposable and easy to replace in his eyes, and when you don't act as such, he will put you in your place. Don't cross him.

Slenderman- He, much like Habit and LJ, sees himself above you, because he is. He is an eldritch, all-powerful being who will not hesitate to kill you the second you disrespect him, seeing as he can find anyone to take your place. You are something to toy with and use for entertainment and selfish purposes. You are going to know your place, whether he has to teach you, or someone else. Just obey. Simple as that.

[definitelyunhingedagentphoenix]

Why did Agent Phoenix have their own office in the first game if they were a low ranking field Agent?

The real answer: because Schell games didn't want to set us in a boring little cubicle and also didn't want to animate the agent's coworkers (I am assuming)

My answer: Agent Phoenix got their T.K. implant and immediately started fucking with everyone. Moving things off their desks, stealing their food, throwing stuff at them. So many complaints were filed but they JUST put the T.K. implant in there so the agency didn't want to waste resources so they just gave them an office where they couldn't, touch, see, or talk to anybody.

[canonicallyobserving911]

So I saw your post on trying to figure out who’s behind Chimney in the promo, and I gotta mention one thing that’s bothering me and would love your commentary.

So in season 5, episode 4 (I believe?) after Maddie runs away and Chimney is freaking out, and when Buck comes to check in on him, Buck essentially says that no one is making Maddie do anything.

Chimney ends up bringing up Doug. Saying, specifically, “Doug did.”

Buck then says that Doug is dead, and chimney says:

“Is he, though? I mean, did you see a body? Did anyone see a body?”

That line has been bothering me SENSE.

Thoughts?? Or am I just looking too much into things?

Thank you @travelandwriting for the ask.

This answer is in response to this post.

You posed a good question from 5x4 that was brought up during Chimney's conversation with Buck about Maddie's deceased husband, Doug Kendall. I just watched the 2x13 scene of Maddie killing him again to be sure and since the coroner put him in a body bag, it appears he did die after she stabbed him multiple times. Also, she got the insurance money from his death in season 3 when his estate was settled.

If by some chance, he woke up and he's not dead, then the question is, where has he been all this time? Was he recovering in a bunker somewhere?

Now, there's a small possibility (like a .00001% chance) that he woke up (Maddie stabbed him in the shoulder and in the back) while his body was being transported. The fact is there was a HELICOPTER on the scene too and Athena was talking to them on her radio and the aerial view of the scene is below.

Reminder, T.K. was already gone from the 118 so the speculation that follows may not be too farfetched.

If he was flying it and he air lifted Doug out but he woke up during the transport; maybe Doug paid him to keep quiet about him being alive. Also, Doug was a surgeon which means he would know how to fix his own wounds so there's that.

If any of this speculation is true and Doug did wake up, it makes sense why T.K. would want to get next to Buck so Doug could find out where the bachelor party would be so he could finish the job. He stalked Maddie for months starting in 2x10 while he pretended to be Chimney's friend before he stabbed him in 2x12.

Full disclosure: with all the continuity issues in seasons 5 and 6, I'm not sure 9-1-1 would be this detailed but it's not a long shot since TM is back.

Unless they show more scenes in the upcoming trailers, we'll have to wait until Thursday to see who that person standing behind Chimney is.

Thanks again for the ask and have a great day.

[thenighthekate]

could you do an angst to fluff with tom based off the way i loved you by taylor swift? if your comfortable with it or have time!! <3.

The way I loved you ( t.k. )

And my heart does not beat. It is still inside my chest. My tears keep on falling and my head will not rest.

There were many ways to love someone. Stolen kisses, morning hugs, late night dinner. The bond between two people only growing stronger with every conversation they had, but ours only seemed to crumble. With every forceful peck, strained embrace, silent meal, the bond in between us quietly disappeared.

He wasn't bad, wasn't the best, but neither was I. We had our problems and once we got out of our honeymoon phase they only seemed to worsen. With every day our arguments grew stronger, louder, the fire in our eyes glowing brighter as our voices raised. It was our new life, we loved each other, just not the same way we used to.

In all honesty I was getting so used to our new reality that when it all flipped I could only cry.

I missed our contact, even when all of it resulted in screaming and crying. Driving down the highway with music blasting just to avoid each other, toxic, but we atleast saw one another. Now it was like we didn't exist, just two separate people living together in what felt like far too small of a house.

The moon was shining that night, rays of silver breaking through the heavy rain that hit the cars windows. It was silent, no obnoxiously loud music that could cover our thoughts, only our breathing filling the empty spaces.

I was staring straight ahead and with a few stolen glances I figured that Tom was too, his brows scrunched, hands tightly gripping the wheel as he looked down the road. He was deep in thought, whatever clouding his mind making him softly shake his head. I didn't pay any attention to it until the car slowed down, drifting to the side of the street and rolling to a stop.

Silence indulged us two as I looked around for any clues, anything that would tell me if something was wrong. " Did something happen to the car-"

" We need to talk." His hands let go of the wheel slightly, his gaze still fixated in front of him. I knew what those words meant, I knew that he wanted to go deep on anything that was bothering us, anything that made us be where we are. " We can't keep going like this. I'm tired of living in this hole, I mean we don't talk, we live two separate lives. We sleep in the same fucking bed, but yet we're different." His rant was pretty short, half of which he looked me in the eye. I could see the sadness behind them, the clear desperation to make things work, fix whatever was broken.

" I don't know what happened to us." There was no cheating, no huge arguments, the lust between us jost slowly seemed to burn out. My fingers played with each other, anxiety filling my brain as it poured out into my words. " I love you, but we can't fix anything if we don't even know what started it."

We stared at one another silently, our eyes in a way almost communicating. " It's either this or we break up."

I knew it, he knew it, but yet something was tugging on both of our hearts, not letting us go with the latter.

In a moment of what felt like a spell was put over us we leaned in, our lips connecting and fighting against each other. This was the first real kiss in a while, no small peck or a smooch presented in front of family to make them know of our so called love. Minutes were shared as our hands traveled bodies, skin blushing and heat rising, I missed this. I missed moments like these, our love for one another just spilling past our edges making us swim in the softly sweet feeling. I missed our dancing in the rain, laughter coming straight from our throats as we got drenched from the water above. I missed us.

We separated with deep breaths trying to catch air back into our lungs, his hands holding mine as we stared into each other's eyes. His palm while clenched around mine raised up, his soft lips planting a sweet kiss on top of my knuckles. " I love you. I promise that whatever was fucked up will be fixed." And for the first time in months I could actually see a light for our future.