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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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TEENAGER IN LOVE — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem! hughes!reader

pt. 2

request: “hi! can i request something with trevor zegras with the prompts 20 and 23 please? thanks sm!! 💗”

20. “can we stay like this forever?”

23. “sleep over? please?”

summary: in which y/n reminisces on how her and Trevor started their secret relationship.

notes: i changed up prompt 23 a little bit to make it fit better, i hope that’s okay!

i was listening to Teenager in Love by Madison Beer quite a bit while writing this so…

Trevor and y/n are in an established relationship during the first little “present” scene.

reader is 20 in the present and 19 in the flashback.

**PRESENT**

i’ve never felt comfortable on planes. it doesn’t matter where i’m sat or what i’m wearing or who i’m with, i don’t like planes. my family knows this, my friends know this, anyone who will listen to me talk knows this, my brother however, simply does not care. and now i’m stuck on the Devils charter plane, not even sat next to Jack because he’s busy sat next to Dougie, talking about some video game they both play. so i’m left beside Jesper Bratt, who’s already asleep after only being in the air for maybe half an hour.

i didn’t intend to even tag along on this road game to California, but i moved in with Jack a couple months ago and he apparently didn’t trust me to stay in New Jersey by myself, citing his reasoning as “i don’t want any chance of you having boys in this apartment.” but the joke is on him, because he’s really just providing me with a trip to see the only guy he should be remotely worried about, Trevor.

as the only girl, growing up with three brothers, they’ve always been a bit overprotective. and by a bit, i mean a lot. even Luke, who’s a year younger than me, has had his fair share of threatening guys “in the name of my safety.” all of their friends have gotten the “if you even so much as look at my sister, i’ll make sure you never see anything again” spiel, and for a good nineteen years, their friends respected that. until Jack’s best friend, Trevor, and i were left alone for a night at the lake house last summer.

**FLASHBACK**

all the guys have left for a party down the road, they even took Luke along with them for his first party as an eighteen year old, and i’m looking forward to a quiet night of watching romcom’s on the couch with no judgment and no one complaining that “that would never happen in real life!”

decked out in one of Quinn’s oversized Canucks shirts, pajama shorts, and some fuzzy socks; i’m lounged on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket burrito. i’m just about to hit play on a movie on netflix when the front door opens and shuts and i hear footsteps getting closer to the living room. averting my gaze from the tv, i look over in time to see Trevor freeze in the doorway to the living room, and i become acutely aware of my current state of no makeup and probably looking like a dork with my blanket draped over the top of my head.

i’ve never had a problem acting normal around any of my brothers’ friends. usually, they’re all just like extended family, unwanted additional older brothers. except Trevor. when Jack first brought him home during their USNTDP days, i immediately got a schoolgirl crush. and unlike usual crushes, it’s only gotten worse with time. luckily, Quinn and Jack have never seemed to notice my awkward and shy behavior when Trevor is around, but Luke has and he’s made it his mission to send me scowls and snicker at my misfortune whenever it happens.

“oh hey.” he cocks his head in one those ‘sup’ nods and takes a glance towards the tv screen before fixing his gaze back on me.

“hey. what are you doing back already? are the others coming back too? i can go back into my room. i don’t wanna be a bother or anything.” cue the embarrassing rambles.

“nah, it’s just me. feeling kinda homesick, i don’t really wanna be at a party tonight.” he shrugs his shoulder and sits on the arm of the couch next to me. “whatcha watching?”

“oh, i was just gonna watch a romcom, but it’s fine, i can watch it in my room. you can have the tv if you want.” i have to crane my neck some to look up at him from my spot. “i can leave you alone.”

i start to stand up, still wrapped in my blanket burrito when Trevor grabs the back of the blanket and tugs me back down onto the couch. he stands and walks in front of me before taking a spot on the cushion next to me.

“so, what romcom are we watching?” he asks, kicking his legs up on the coffee table in front of us.

“you don’t have to watch it. we can watch something else, if you want.”

trevor’s only answer comes in actions, grabbing the remote from my hands and clicking play on the movie. i don’t bother to fight him anymore, allowing myself to get sucked into the movie instead.

i’m sat rigid throughout the entire movie, keeping aware of my limbs, not letting any stray too far towards the cushion beside me. and about halfway through the movie i remember how weird i must look and move the blanket onto my lap instead of wrapped around me. i can barely focus on anything other than the fact that Trevor is sitting next to me. the fact that i can smell his sandalwood cologne. that if i were to lay my hand next to me, i would almost be touching him.

once the movie ends, i expect him to put on something for himself or even just go to his room, but instead he turns to look at me.

“you okay?” he asks. my eyes widen slightly before i catch myself and revert them back to normal.

“yeah, why?” i try to sound calm, but my voice is slightly shaky, and i’m just hoping he didn’t notice.

“you seem uncomfortable. did i make you uncomfortable? did i do something?” i shake my head a little too violently for someone who’s supposed to be calm.

“no! i’m not uncomfortable! why would you think that? i’m cool.”

oh my god people who are cool do not say ‘i’m cool’, what is wrong with me? he chuckles and i can’t help the small smile that breaks out on my face at the sound.

“i was just checking.” he puts his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “we should play a game.”

“what game did you have in mind?”

“truth or dare? i don’t know, i’m just bored.”

“sure.” i have a feeling this will not end great for me, but i’m not about to let him know that.

“okay. truth or dare?” we turn and sit criss-cross on the couch, facing each other properly as i weigh my options.

“truth.” safest option. he takes a second to think about his question.

“okay, i got one. does it ever annoy you, how overprotective your brothers can be?”

“oh yeah. one hundred percent. they have all these rules for me; don’t drink unless we’re with you, no dating until you’re 30, don’t leave the house unless you tell us where you’re going, don’t crush on any of our friends. it’s overwhelming sometimes. and i can never stick up for myself because they’re so quick to hurt whoever hurts me, which is nice, yes, but it’s definitely taken a toll on how i present myself. it’s made me shy and my friends say i can be a crybaby sometimes because i’ve never had to handle problems on my own. like, don’t get me wrong, i’m grateful for my brothers, they’re always there for me, but sometimes it’s just too much. ya know?”

he nods, genuinely seeming interested in what i had to say, and my heart flutters.

“i can’t say i understand because i’m the older brother in my family, but i can imagine it can be difficult sometimes.”

“anyways, truth or dare?” he ponders his options before choosing dare. “i dare you to text the guys and tell them you just watched a romcom. and you CAN’T say it was with me.”

he groans and lets his head drop back for a few seconds before pulling his phone out of his pocket and typing for a minute. turning the screen so i can see what he just wrote, he lets me press the send button.

To: Jack-Attack, Huggy Bear, Moosey Hughes

just watched this great romcom on netflix called Set It Up. you guys should watch it. 10/10

i let my own head drop back in laughter and let out an ugly cackle.

“truth or dare? you evil little witch” his mocking insult rolls straight off my back when i see the smile on his face.

“truth again.” i shrug when he raises an eyebrow at my safe choice.

“have you ever broken any of your brothers rules?” my mind short circuits. there’s only one rule i’ve broken, and that’s by liking him. do i admit that? or do i just say no? technically, he didn’t say i have to say which rule i’ve broken, so-

“yes. but you can’t tell them that i have! it has to be our secret! they’d pester me to no end until they found out which one i broke!”

“okay, our secret. promise.” he holds his pinky out, waiting for me to link it with my own. a pinky swear. how adorable. fuck. i bring my own hand up, linking my pinky with his before breaking away and setting my hand back in my lap.

“truth or dare?” i ask.

“truth.” i take a few seconds to think of a question. how is this harder to think of than coming up with a dare?

“what’s your favorite part about the off season?” it’s a relatively boring question, but the first one i thought of.

“oh that’s easy. coming here. i love spending time with you guys.” more heart flutters, i may need to get that checked out. “truth or dare?”

“don’t kill me; truth.” i joke and he laughs again.

“i should’ve expected that, shouldn’t i? alright, if you wanna keep doing truth, i’m just gonna dig deeper and deeper until you tell me your darkest secret, y/n. which rule did you break?” my stomach drops. can i forfeit? can i plead the fifth? is that a thing that you can do in truth or dare? i wouldn’t know, this is my first time playing. i think i’m just gonna have to say it. it’s not like he’ll ever know it’s him.

“you can’t tell them! remember that!” i remind him before admitting- “having a crush on one of their friends.”

his jaw drops and he lets out a completely fake gasp.

“that is not what i was expecting. i expected you to say the drinking rule or the telling them where you go rule. how scandalous, y/n! a forbidden romance!” his jokes make me feel slightly better, at least he’s not judging me.

“yeah, yeah! it’s not like i’m dating the guy.” i defend myself. “truth or dare, Zegras?”

“dare, i’m feeling adventurous.”

“i dare you to go in Jacks room and steal my book back for me. he took it away from me because he said reading was boring and this trip isn’t allowed to be boring.” he bursts out in laughter, barely able to form words for a few minutes before he speaks again.

“oh you’ve got me doing your dirty work for you! i respect it!” he leaps up from the couch and within a couple minutes he’s back on the couch, my book in his hand. he tosses it on my lap and throws a wink my way. “one book for the lady.”

“my sanity thanks you. i can’t start another book until i’ve finished this one and it was killing me slowly.”

“truth or dare? although, i don’t know why i bother asking at this point.” i roll my eyes at his sarcasm and decide to throw him a curveball. mostly for myself though because i have a feeling i know what his next question would be if i pick truth.

“dare.” he grins, and for a second i regret my choice.

“i dare you to tell me which friend you were or are crushing on. c’mon, i can keep your secret.” he asked it anyways. what the hell. i don’t think you can do that. can you do that?

“that’s basically a truth! i picked dare! that’s cheating!”

“it is not!” now it’s his turn to defend himself. “i DARED you to tell me! i promise i won’t judge you, or laugh, or tell your brothers!”

oh god, i’m gonna have to tell him, aren’t i? i mean, i could always just say one of the other guys. i could say Alex, he’s always been the sweetest to me, so i’m sure Trevor would believe it. but then he might say something. it’s not that i wouldn’t trust him to keep it a secret if i say someone else, but Trevor has a big mouth, and sometimes he talks without thinking. he could slip up. so it’s smarter not to lie, to avoid any trouble or confusion. so i close my eyes and count to ten before i say it. here goes nothing.

“you.” i still don’t open my eyes. too afraid of his reaction. but now he’s quiet and i don’t like the silence. oh god, is he disgusted? is he trying trying to figure out how to let me down gently? “don’t get weird. you don’t have to say anything. you can just forget you heard that. pretend you didn’t hear any-“

i’m cut off by his mouth crashing down onto mine. i freeze, overthinking everything, before eventually melting into the kiss. moving my lips against his. it’s slow and sweet, and not at all the reaction i was expecting from him. we pull apart and i allow my eyes to flutter back open, watching his face as he slowly breathes in and out. he catches my eye and a wide grin spreads across his face.

“i’ve wanted to do that since high school.” his hands grip my hips and i let him pull me onto his lap, straddling him. butterflies are flying around in my stomach and my heart is pounding against my chest, but i let my body relax into his.

“really?”

“yeah.” he confirms, leaning his forehead against my own. “the first time Jack had me over to your house, he gave this whole lecture about how you were off limits. and i thought ‘no problem.’ but then i saw you, and i got to know you, and it turned out to be a big problem. you’re so beautiful, and then you turned to be this sweet, funny, amazing girl. and god, i could not get you out of my head. i still can’t.”

this time it’s my turn to plant a kiss on his lips, this one a chaste peck. i slouch down and lay my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“can we stay like this forever?” i ask, but before he can answer, his phone buzzes on the cushion beside us, and he picks it up and curses.

“Jack just texted to say they’ll be home soon. he said Cole is wasted and they need to put him to bed.” i pull back and nod my head, moving to get off him. but he wraps his arms around my middle and holds us chest-to-chest. “do you want me to tell him you’re asleep? you can come in my room. we can just cuddle, nothing else necessary. but i just got you, and now i just wanna hold you.”

i smile and nod again, silently saying a thank you to whatever higher entity above granted me such luck as to have him like me back.

“yeah, i’d like that.” we get off the couch and make our way to his room, remembering to turn the tv off on our way out of the living room. he opens the door to his room and allows me to enter first before he comes in.

“you can go ahead and lay down, i’m just gonna change into some sweats first.” he walks over to his opened suitcase on the floor and pulls out a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt before leaving the room, going into the bathroom across the hall. i do as he says and lay down on his bed, on my side facing the door.

it’s not but a moment after he gets back into the room and shuts the door, that we hear the front door of the house open and shut, followed by multiple pairs of footsteps and some mumbling.

“jesus Cole, you could help me out here and actually move your feet.” i can hear Quinn say as he passes by Trevor’s door, i’m assuming helping Cole to his room. Trevor snickers and comes over to the bed, clicking off the lamp before laying down behind me and putting his arm around my middle, pulling me close against him. after about 15 minutes i can feel his breath start to even out, and i look over my shoulder to see his eyes fluttering open and shut, obviously having trouble staying awake.

“you can go to sleep, Trev. i’ll go to my room once i know they’re all in theirs.” i whisper.

“no. sleep over here? please? i wanna hold you tonight.” his voice is soft and low so we don’t get caught, but also laced with sleepiness. i shake my head.

“what if one of them finds us in the morning? you know how my brothers will react.” at my words, he pulls his phone out of his sweatpants pocket and taps a few times before leaning over me and plugging it in on the nightstand.

“there. i set an alarm for 7am. you know the guys won’t even wake up before 10, so that gives us plenty of time for you to go back to your room before they can catch us.” i sigh and snuggle back into him.

“alright. i’ll sleep in here.” he plants a kiss on an exposed spot between my neck and shoulder and i can feel his smile on my skin.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #nhl imagine #nhl fic #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders #anaheim ducks #teenage dream au <3

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just-another-author-i-guess · 1 year

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A little collection of fun things Judd does

Tags: fem! Reader, mentions of drugs, alcohol, pyromania?, just Judd things yk, maybe he should be a warning in himself, there’s like one brief mention of sex, generally creepy behavior, Judd being an unironic edge lord, author was sleep deprived

Playlist: I made him a fun little playlist, I tried very hard not to be biased and add songs I actually think he’d listen to instead of just songs I like lol

But! if you’d like to listen to some of Judd’s jams, you can do so HERE

Summary: part 2 to my Judd hc’s, read part one HERE

Author’s note: this,, just came to me. I’ve been taking random thoughts I had about Judd and added them to a docs document, and would you look at that! These hc’s wrote themselves! I think I babygirlyfied him a little bit, but yk what? He is my baby girl 💪

Just Judd things

Word count; 1,9K

Judd birch is known for many things, one of them being his smell

He always smells a bit.. funny

Not bad, just kinda like raccoons and alcohol, it’s an interesting smell

Often he also smells like some kinda polish, either because he’s been polishing his car or his knives

I’m sorry if I ruin y’all’s illusion, but he DOES NOT shower unless absolutely necessary

He only really showers if someone (probably you or his mom lol) tells him to, or if he had a particularly sweaty workout

Also, he would never admit this but sometimes he showers just to impress you

Always carries that certain Judd musk yk

He’s also one of those guys who washes their face like once every full moon but somehow still has flawless skin

If you ever convinced him to let you do his eyeliner, he would also not wash it off, just let it sit there and bake unless you washed it off for him

Anyways

Judd is mean as hell, a gaping asshole in his own words

But, he does respect his family somewhat

Even loves them a bit, if he’s being completely honest

Especially Diane

He holds a strong sense of respect for his mom, way more than his dad

It’s not like he’s gonna stop making low key misogynistic jokes for shits and giggles, but he often tries to dial back the cursing in front of her

Like he values her opinions and praise of him the most out of his family

He’s also super protective, mostly of his younger siblings

Like I mentioned before, he definitely has that kinda “edgy” humour

The guy probably says a lot of controversial stuff just to get a reaction

He literally pretends not to be a feminist just to piss off leah

(In reality, he genuinely doesn’t give one single shit about feminism)

Likewise he also just disagrees with whatever his family says just because they said it

But he will not hesitate to physically or verbally beat anyone who starts shit with his siblings

Forget all about is asshole-ness and such, he will obliterate anyone who hurt his siblings

Only he’s allowed to fuck with them lol

When he told Nick “you’ll die when I say you die” he really meant it

He actually also values the raccoons quite a bit

When he goes on his drunken rambles, they’re always there to listen yk

He has friends,, kinda, like he has people he tolerates more than others but he honestly doesn’t mind doing things alone

He enjoys his own company

But also the raccoons

It’s like a mentally unstable girl and her support cat, Judd just has his gang of raccoons

(He tells them all his secrets)

I feel like he would genuinely enjoy the company of an animal way more than people, not limited to raccoons

But he’s not nice to them, he’s never nice to anyone he cares about

He’s just doesn’t grasp the idea, being nice verbally means nothing to him

He’s a man of physical and action-based affirmations

It’s the little things that counts for him

Unless he knows someone who values affirming words, ect his family or girlfriend, he will very rarely go out of his comfort zone to grant them such

He’s so awkward verbally stating his feelings too omg,,

“Dad.. I.. love you..?” He’s like that each time he tries to come across as sincere, it’s like he’s questioning it as he’s speaking lol

He was like that as a kid too, he’s always just enjoyed creeping people out

He takes pride in his weirdness

The guy is very morally grey, the only thing he truly wants ever is the cause chaos

Or inflicting stress/pain on his siblings somehow

He doesn’t rough Leah up like he would with Nick, but he knows just how to get into her head

That’s another thing, he knows everyone’s business

Literally

Between hiding in the vents, being the designated dealer in town and generally the quiet kid in school, he knows what everyone’s up to

Even Nick and Leah’s friends

Knows all their names too

His parents definitely took him to a psychiatrist when he was younger, he was a very difficult child to deal with

Think gremlin meets Chucky

That’s baby Judd

His parents supported him though, and still do

Elliot especially tries to take interest in whatever Judd likes, bands, movies, setting things on fire, ect

Also, music wise, I think he’d really like the misfits

Probably also three days grace and oooh, definitely rob zombie

He just strikes me as that kinda guy

But also, he doesn’t know shit about the hands he listens to

He doesn't care enough to get into the people behind the music, you could literally ask him who’s in the band who wrote his favourite song and he wouldn’t know

Takes the term “separate the art from the artist” to a whole new level

If he doesn’t listen to music, he’s the type of dude to literally put “horror movie ambience” or “pov you’re getting murdered asmr” on or whatever the fuck

Also, he’s the type to strictly listen to music on YouTube, with adds because he doesn’t want to pay

He only has burner phones anyways, so he has to listen to music on his computer or whatever, he has a shit ton of obscure cd’s in his car though that he listens to as well

And on the topic of phones, because of his less than usual choice, literally no one has his number

Probably only Leah has his number? I feel like he’d only give it to her and maybe his girlfriend if you’re lucky

Leah has to text him like “mom says dinner is ready in 10” or “dad told me to text you to please come home soon” stuff like that, and she’s so done with it

He somehow has everyone’s number though

You’ll randomly get a text if he needs you, and he never tells you who it’s from

He will literally text you “I’m in your house” without any disclosure

Maybe he’ll add a few blurry pictures of something in your house as well

Oh but if he’s actually trying to scare you, expect pictures he took of rotting roadkill or a bloody ziplock back or something he found

He just loves gore and violence <3

Another thing he really, really, enjoys is scaring people

He deliberately hides behind doors or curtains to scare his family, he’s also really good at just being super silent?

If he doesn’t want to be found, you’re not gonna find him

If you sleep over at his house and use the bathroom by his room to brush your teeth, the fucker will be standing behind you in the mirror when you come up from rinsing your mouth

He scares those he cares about, what can I say

Well he also scares everyone else, he’s kinda feral

As I said before, it’s not like he doesn’t socialise at all, bc like, he’s literally everyone’s dealer

Idek where he gets his stuff from, but everyone knows Leah and Nick as Judd’s little siblings because they have bought from him one time or another

Not only limited to drugs, he also always has alcohol

(He robbed a liquor store)

Somehow they never found out it was him?? Even though it’s exceedingly obvious and he keeps doing it every other week or so

Some of your dates casually turns into “hey let’s rob a store” and it’s actually so chill

As a consequence of his never ending supply of Jack Daniel’s, he’s like chronically hung over

Always kinda tired and complaining that his head hurts

Literally has a hangover 6 out of 7 days of the week

He also has a bit of a pyromaniac streak

Sometimes buildings in town just sorta,, burn down

I feel like people in town know it’s Judd, but the police force is actually useless so again, he never gets caught

Actually he got caught once, because he was high and accidentally left a lighter at the crime scene

It was before he turned 18 though, so he got no major consequences besides like a night in jail and being grounded for a really long time

I imagine that might have been why he ran away? Man’s didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of his own consequences

He actually really likes consequences of things, just not when it actually turns out to be inconvenient for him

But like, he’s really fascinated by watching things slowly unfold if yk what I mean

He’s quite a patient guy, he literally had the patience to train a whole ass battalion of raccoons

But my point is, he can wait a long periods of time while plotting his sinister plans

He’s a supervillain at heart fr

And as I said before, he exists to cause chaos

I feel like he would literally worship the chaos theory, and he would definitely mansplain it to you

Judd doesn’t believe in god, but he believes in the chaos theory

That’s probably why he’s so into horror, but like a certain kind

He doesn’t really care too much about paranormal or psychological horror

He still watches it, but it’s just not his favourite

What he really loves, is the gorefests

Murderporn if you will

He lives and breathes bloody slasher movies, where people get pointlessly murdered left and right

Literally the more gritty the better

Especially if it’s one of those where all the women gets murdered with their tits out

Horror movies makes him horny help—

No but actually, he’s so annoying to watch them with, because even if it’s a movie he likes HE WILL NOT STOP COMMENTING

starts muttering every other minute about how that flesh wound is not realistic and how it would actually look

How does he know this? You don’t want to ask

But back to the horny part, if you’re dating him, you almost always fuck to horror movies instead of music

If Judd puts on a horror movie, yk what he’s initiating

It’s either that, or he lets you choose the music in his car

Two very subtle, but yet very clear demands of what he wants

Another thing, he loves when you scratch him up

On his chest, on his back, anywhere

Just having those long, red nail marks on his skin does stuff to him

The same with leaving marks on you, he’s so into it

He needs you to be absolutely as bitten and bruised up as you can possibly be

And it doesn’t limit to you, no, no please, bite him back

He’ll love it

(People around you are slightly concerned)

Now I’ve just listed a bunch of things he likes, but like whatever he’s doing, he’s gonna seem super indifferent

He’s just,,, always scowling

My man’s not coded to show joy

Wait okay no, but like he can smile, it just looks unnatural lol

Sometimes, he even laughs (mainly when others are in misery)

But generally, he’s just pretty stoic

And also, he doesn’t truly have that many opinions on stuff

He literally doesn’t care, but that’s kinda expected for someone who’s biggest wish is to go permanently off the grid

Like, he could be delivered the deadliest insult ever, or see a house burning down or something and he would still be like ._.

It takes quite a lot to get him to move his face muscles, is what I’m saying

Generally, it’s gonna take a lot to get him to care about anything

Wow 🤩 more judd headcannons

These were a bit pointless ig, but I enjoyed making them haha, I hope you enjoyed it! And if you listened to the playlist, I hope that was alright too 💪

Tags: @dlfvrr @bxbyyyjocelyn

#big mouth #judd birch x reader #judd birch #judd birch smut #big mouth x reader #headcannons

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getonite · 4 months

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hiiii! seen a couple of people do this, plus i realized i don't appreciate my mutuals as much as i should. and since the year is ending (literally today), i thought i'd appreciate y'all for a lil bit.

→ if the tagging irritated you, i apologize 🙏🏾. if i missed you, lmk, i was 100% half asleep while making this! (this is actually so embarrassing ngl. but i luv yall 🫶🏾)

(🎧 : avian) → @sensivs

starting off with my pookie with a beautiful (horny) brain. im dead fucking serious i have zero idea how we became mutuals (🧍🏾‍♂️). i just remembering talking to you one day, and the we were having full conversations in dms lmaoo. an emoji ring, helios, an unborn baby (??), and multiple fic ideas...now we're at the end of the year. i really appreciate you and all of your chaotic energy, it made me laugh! and all of your prompts are immaculate (🤌🏽). i await the days you post more fics or drabbles so i can support you the way you have me! :) luv u pooks, i def wanna ramble u more about hcs!

→ (i sound like im about to die omg)

(🎧 : snail/seraph) → @flimsyichigo

again, zero fucking idea when we became mutuals (i don't remember shit). we don't talk too often but i be seein you likeing my horrendously down bad and chaotic thoughts...i appreciate you bro (🙏🏾). i love your fluffy blue lock sruff, and your overall vibes are (yes, through the screen) amazing! thank you for dealing with my bullshit.

→ (as i type this, i realize just how many mutuals i have jeez, (half of which i barely talk to but still))

(🎧 : ame) → @pastelclovds

ameeeee, number 1 ive always loved your writing (iterally giggling and kicking my feet as i press the like button). your themes r so fucking gorgeous omg. we don't talk as often, but i love when we do interact. i hope we can more (im just easily embarrassed).

→ (i sound like a teenager leaving a love letter in a locker. omggggg)

(🎧 : ace ) → @acefantasyy

another person who puts up with my horrendously down bad bullshit takes. i applaude you for dealing with my ass lmaoo. but, on another note, i smile when i see you in my notes (no, i didn't originally mean that 2 b a joke). i really appreciate the reply you made when i went on a little break, thank you! i hope you continue to deal me, and i hope we interact more!

→ (i really gotta start talkin 2 yall more)

(🎧 : riri) → @pynkkgeto

we're friends irl. i don't have 2 say shit 4 u (luv uuu 🫶🏾)

(🎧 : rome) → @satocidal

yet another person who delt with my nonsense lol. you're quite busy, so you won't see this for a second. but thank you for being awesome and making me laugh with your naobito jokes. thank for the reply you left when i was the one going on break. hope all goes well for you!

(🎧 : idk ur name TvT) → @infrunamie

i feel so bad omg. but i wanted to appreciate your writing for a sec. whether its a drabble, headcanons, a fic, or just 100 words, your brain is miraculous when you write cuz it always leads to me wanted more. seriously, i love it. i was actually shocked you followed me, literally looked up to your writing ong (🙏🏾). i love it when you show up in my notes even if it's just a like. thank you for your reply when i went on break, trust, all of them got me through those shitty ass exams! ty!

→ (im sure this isn't what my therapist meant by being outgoing but im gunna do ts anyway)

(🎧 : spirit) → @spiritfrvr

literally the best vibes on earth i swear. your blog is like a fluffy hug omg. and (imo), you kinda bring that over to other blogs. i'd really like to talk to you more and ramble about random shit! :)

(🎧 : arlan) → @asuyaka

your drabbles r so cuuutee! i love them so much omg. especially the taking care of suguru one! i was surprised you liked my writing sm, and i love yours the same! i really appreciate the little reply under the break post and the christmas tree! seeing notifs of u makes me smile!

(🎧 : qi) → @yaekiss

i don't think we've been mutuals for too long, but omg we reeally should speak more!! i loved your message on the christmas tree! i love the vibe and look of your blog omg. i hope we can interact more!

(🎧 : juno) → @arlertdarling

hi junooo! ty for the message on my christmas tree, and i agree! we really should interact more! you seem like a realllly cool person, plus im on my fucking knees for your writing, dead serious. hope we can talk more, i hope you have a great 2024!

→ (srsly, y tf do i sound like im moving far away or smth TvT)

(🎧 : najma) → @honeybleed

ilysm ong. number one, we cousins (😔✊🏾; im joking pls help), number two, your theme was downright gorgeous (still is), number three, your writing it delicious. i haven't had too much time lately, buuut, i love how you post content that isn't completely smut (as a smut blog that fails at angst lol). its nice to get a break and see fluffy or angsty stuff in the tags instead of the same repeated material. you know you what you like and you stand firm in what you say (i need 2 b more like u fr), and your overall vibes are amazing! i love seeing your anime takes omg. i hope we can interact more in 2024!

→ (that kinda rhymed...and unrelated, but im listening to the mean girls soundtrack or 4 hours of sleep writing this)

(🎧 : yoru) → @dilfverz

number one, thank you for the messege on my christmas tree. number two, your so cool (😭). i love your themes and your writing, how you interact with ppl and anons is funny lol. literally look up to your writing ngl. i super appreciate your for explaining genshin impact to me, cuz im definitely not playing that damn game lol. your reblogs and likes in my notes make me wanna cry ngl. thank you for being so cool! (🙏🏾)

→ (am i over using emojis? i am so tired omg)

(🎧 : sy) → @wrizzesley

we just became mutuals like a week ago lmaoo. but i love your writing so much. and your themes?!?! (:O). i know damn well that shit is time consuming and exhausting, i applaud you, i could never lol. but anyway, i hope we can interact more in this new year. i think your really cool!

(🎧 : astro? idk im so sorry) → @astroknottt

i love your writing holy fuck. but other than that, i love it when you reblog my stuff! esp with those little comments, they've given me a bunch of motivation. and seeing you write such toe curling shit, that gives me motivation too! hope we can interact some more in the new year!

→ (pls ignore my silent pleas for help in these notes, but my vision is wonky. i promise im going to sleep in a second)

(🎧 : ) → @naee0

your probably locked out of tumblr again lol. but if you see this, thank you for your chaotic energy! and even if it was one sentence, what you sent on thr break post, i really appreciate it! even if you or me aren't on tumblr much, i hope we can interact a bit more! you're pretty cool! and i loved those drabbles. i hope your doing great!

PRODUCER MESSEGE: "i think that was all. again, if i missed you, please lmk. i might have been blind (my eyes prolly look like that squidward meme). but i appreciate all of you! thank you, and pls dont hate me 🙏🏾"

#🎧 → 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐌: FEATURED #mutual appreciation #this is last minute on the last day of December #but i cant wait for the new year!#i love my mooties sm!#ive discovered things about myself while writing this #omg y the hell am i so nervous?!?!#fuck social anxiety #i just appreciate yall

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rayofdawnworld · 29 days

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Too Late part 2

Well, here is part two of my very first Reader Inert fic. Tell me how I'm doing, please. Thanks again to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor making this wonderful mood board that inspired me to do this.

Minors DON NOT INTERACT. I MEAN IT! If you're under 18 come back when you are.

Tags will be added as needed.

I will tag you if you want.

Tagging you based on your likes: @silelda, @thezombieprostitute,@thedragonlab, @leonaax, @chocolatecherryblossomsweets

This is a Dark fic. How dark I don't know, it all depends.

Obsessive!Sherlock Holmes/Smart!Reader

Warnings, none yet.

Part 1 Part 3

You were walking home after a long day of work. It was getting late, and you still had a day's work ahead of you tomorrow. At least it wasn't raining. Some of the students thought it would be funny to spill pigs' innards all over the medical classrooms as a prank. Of course, to the casual observer, it all looked the same, but despite the similarities, there were slight differences that a more knowledgeable or careful observer would catch. You were only slightly embarrassed to admit that it had taken you a bit longer to realise that the organs spilled all over the floors were not, in fact, human. The only thing giving you some comfort was that the professors, those highly intelligent and superior minds, took longer than you.

Sadly, since you were one of three maids who had not fainted at the macabre sight, you and the other ladies were tasked with cleaning everything up. You smelled like clotted blood and spoiled meat. You were wet, you were starving, your back hurt, you were past feeling your feet, your knees were bruising, and your hands were beginning to cramp.

That didn't stop you from realising that someone was following you.

Of all the things I need, whatever this is right now is not it. Taking advantage of the chill, you rubbed your hands roughly and started to work out their kinks harshly, going as far as to bite some of your fingers discreetly while also constraining your breath and steps.

There was no need to warn whoever was following you that you had caught on to their presence.

Having barely managed to gain some fluidity in your hands, you put them in your apron pockets, thanking God that you had opted not to take them off, as was your habit.

You counted your steps to ten as you breathed deeply every two steps. You grabbed the small pistol you found in your mother's jewellery bag.

You reached ten and spun swiftly. Years of training with your mother and dancing, the one thing your aunt let you take with Anna to keep up appearances, kept you from getting dizzy.

There was no one there. Or at least, it seemed that way. You smiled.

"I know you are out theeere" you sang in a taunt. "I felt you following me," you growled. "And I do know how to shoot." And with that final warning breathed into the night, you took off on a run. After all, you had always been a fast runner.

You reached your shabby rooms, just barely missing the curfew. Luckily, Mrs. Acker took one look at you and ushered you in. You thanked her profusely as she helped you take off your clothes. Even your underthings were impregnated with the smell of blood, sweat, and the beginnings of rot. You would have to pay for the bath come next payday. You scrubbed yourself, feeling a bit better despite your tiredness. Looking at the clock, you moaned petulantly. You would only have a few hours of sleep before having to get up early to help old Mr. Beckwourth in the market stall selling fish.

It wasn't by chance that you chose these jobs. Both took time, had a modestly adequate pay, rendered you invisible, and lent you a godawful smell, ensuring that none came near you. Just two more weeks. That's all. Two more weeks. You rambled in your mind as you got out of the old metallic tub and dried yourself as best you could.

As you got ready for bed, you mourned the loss of intelligent conversation. You would do just about anything to have an engaging exchange. You'd give anything for a good game of chess. Two more weeks. You felt as if these last weeks were going to be the hardest yet.

You seemed to have forgotten the age-old adage, Be careful about what you wish for.

You didn't know you had been found. You didn't know that your pursuer had just managed to hide himself before you turned around, surprised by how easily you had found him out. You didn't know what your words did to his pride or how knowing that you could use a weapon made him reconsider his approach. Your father had never said anything about knowing how to handle weaponry. What else did you know? You spun with grace—yes, the grace of a dancer—but there was a precise strength as well. Your stance was that of a fighter. Did you know how to fight Pussycat? Oh yes, he remembered your mother's preferred pet name for you. Pussycat. It had potential. You didn't know that as you sprinted with considerable speed despite being held down by damp wool, a pair of vibrant blue eyes darkened with an unknown feeling as he reshaped his entire opinion about you for a second time.

As you lay in bed in a fitful sleep, you didn't know that somewhere else, a man, a most brilliant man, lay in his bed wondering what you truly looked like. Years prior, the paint you wore on your face concealed your appearance; now grime and exhaustion do the same. He had heard about your grandmother's beauty and how you resembled her, but somehow he wagered that you had suppressed her beauty tenfold.

You didn't know what your defiance had done to your pursuer. A man with vibrant blue eyes who no longer considered you a quarry but instead now saw you as a worthy opponent.

A dangerous thing to be, his opponent.

It was a well-known fact that Sherlock Holmes was a formidable man, infamous for dragging all those who opposed him down to his feet. These next few days were going to be very entertaining. He smiled deviously as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Whether you ended up on your knees at his feet or standing by his side depended entirely on just how smart you truly were. Not that it mattered either way.

Sherlock Holmes always got what he wanted.

And Sherlock Holmes wanted you.

#dark!sherlock holmes #obsessed!sherlock #x reader #dark!fic #Smart!reader #reader insert

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shiroisotto64 · 4 months

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Carmine Headcanons

Benjamin

He’s always been described as green. Aka he follows the rules..mostly. Everyone has their moments am I right? Ben is respectful towards everyone and has a very eager air about him.

You wanna teach him neat military trick? He’s in. This leads to Ben and Baird spending a lot of time together. Imagine how much fun they’d have setting shit on fire? Exactly. And Baird finally has someone who actually tries to listen/understand his science talk.

He’d been real fun to be around. If your friends or together? He’s down to do things you like. Even if he hadn’t found it all to interesting before hand he’ll at least try to get into it for you. You like collecting antiques? He’ll save up to get you something whenever he can.

Gets real giddy when genuinely complimented. You noticed his tracking is getting better and say something about it? He’s touched! You think he’s getting real good at unjamming his lancer? Why thank you! He’s eats it all up and uses it as fuel to keep going.

With a s/o

Very respectful of boundaries. He won’t do anything without your explicit consent before hand. Including hand holding. He gets real shy when it comes to affection. He doesn’t mind it…but growing up with locust running around to kill you doesn’t leave a lot of time to get used to touch.

Ben would be super excited to genuinely spend time with you as well. Wanna walk around the yard? Sure, let’s go. Wanna eat lunch together? He’s damn there skipping to the hall. It’s so cute but the others definitely tease him for this. Marcus is just shaking his head in the corner but look closer he’s almost smiling!

Anthony

He needs to be put on a leash. He’s such a nerd. He’ll rant for hours about all the cool shit Marcus has done if anyone would let him. It’s funny how much he knows really.

Eager to train and get on the field. You can find him in the gym or shooting range. He likes the rush 1 and 2 he wants to stay sharp and be useful when called out. Rambles on the coms to. Marcus is normally the one to scold him to “shut the hell up!”

I feel like for some reason…he’d know a LOT of gossip around base..idk I can just feel it. Before you even tell him he already knows how the mission went. Luckily he’s open to talk about his missions too especially if he did something cool!

With a s/o

Likes no LOVES to show off. But he loses his cocky attitude when his gun fucks around and jams and oops he dropped it….ANYWAYS everyone has their days.

But lord help you cause it has to be nerve wracking being with him, he’s so eager and reckless at that. At least Ben follows orders Anthony just kinda forgets or gets wrapped up in the moment. He means no harm but still.

Clayton

He’s quieter than his brothers. Clayton just kinda chills there till he feels he needs to say anything. He’s more introverted prefers to keep to himself. He does have a sense of humor though. Albeit it’s a bit dry it’s there.

Clay cared a lot about his family especially his brothers. His affection is generally more quiet and shown through actions. A pat on the back here and a good job there. That’s his style even after the war he’s still kinda stiff.

He likes keeping his weapons in top shape. He’s found cleaning his guns and tags around the end of the week or right after a messy mission.

He’s not really picky about food or anything none of them are but I bet Clayton is the heaviest eater out of the carmines. Make him a hearty bowl and he’ll eat every last drop!

With a s/o

Wanna know if he likes you? Easy ask that man for a piece of his bacon. Regardless if he fussed about it or not if you get the piece at all you’re good.

If you’re the touchy type he’ll try to accommodate you. Like I said it’s not like they don’t like touch they just aren’t used to it.

He’s the touchiest when he’s tired. All of a sudden you’re being dragged to bed to cuddle. He’s a real heavy sleeper to! So good luck. Those big strong arms mean business once he’s got you there’s not escape.

@pink-apollo mentioned something about Clayton and dogs and I agree. I could totally see him with at least one large guard dog. But what’s better? A big dog and small puppy. LMFAO imagine the grub killer sprawled out on the couch with a yorkie or something. Adorable.

He’s not the jealous type but he is protective. Anyone giving you a hard time he’ll get it through their skulls don’t worry.

He does need a quiet moment to himself though, so if your the real clingy type he’ll get agitated if your constantly trying to hang off him, however he won’t yell he’ll just remove himself for you until he’s ready to be touched again.

#clayton carmine x reader #benjamin carmine #anthony Carmine #Clayton Carmine #gears of war #gears of war Imagine #gears x reader #gow3

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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chapter 1 - how did we get here? (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: i rewatched the great balls of fire scene an embarrassing amount of times. you know, for research purposes.

summary: Pretending to be in love with Bradley proves to be easier and yet harder than you ever imagined. Rooster breaks down and admits the truth to Phoenix. So naturally, she hatches a plan to get the two together for real. Maverick’s just happy to finally be meeting his son’s wife and not miss out on anything else.

folks who wanted to be tagged: @justanothermagicalsara @jake-h-ngm-n-seresin @fangirl-316 @herladyshipxx @callsign-valley @parker-natasha @myhomeworksnotdone @kyramaximoff @pulisvertz @lass-that-is-gone @frenchtoastix @coco-loco-nut @sopheeg @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @torresbarnes @skyes-universe @supernaturaldawning @you-had-me-at-dead-welsh-kings

warnings: swearing, mentions of cancer, flashbacks, slight angst towards the end, reuniting at the airport cliches, i love the nickname Sunshine and I know it’s a cliche but i don't care, however busy you think San Diego’s airport is double it, the classic great balls of fire scene, nervous rambling, Ice is healthy and alive because I said so

word count: 4,193

You blinked, taking in the bright San Diego sunlight. The noises of the bustling airport welcomed you as you stepped out into the sunlight, taking in the lines of cars. A bright smile broke out across your face, one that could’ve gotten split your face open right down the middle. Despite the honking of horns, loud conversations, and the call of flight details over the intercom, you never would’ve missed Bradley leaned up against his Bronco, a pair of aviators perched on his face. Bradley’s always been handsome, had a natural charm, but the military had been kind to him in what it did for his physique and appearance.

"Bradley!” You called, feet already moving towards the tall man before you knew what you were doing. His head swung towards you and a grin broke out across his face and you skid into his arms. He leaned down, slightly picking you up as your arms reached up across his large frame. The truth was, you and Bradley had always been friendly, and you liked him probably more than he liked you, but you wouldn’t deny that getting married to the kid had changed things for your friendship. You would always be fond of him and him you, no matter the distance and time that passed between the two of you. Well, at least that’s what you told yourself as he gently set you back down on the ground, large hands moving to your shoulders to take you in.

“Well, Sunshine, look at you.” He remarks and you turn your head slightly, feeling your cheeks color lightly. “You look good.”

“Same could be said for you Bradshaw. I see the Navy has been good to you.” He chuckles. It has been. He’s tan, built, gorgeous- wait what? You shook the thought from your brain.

“Here, I’ll take care of this. Hop in.” He grabs your luggage, moving it to the back as you easily slid into the front seat, reminiscent of the days the two of you would go to the local dinner near campus to get those cheese fries you liked and the pizza Bradley enjoyed, although you always swore it was no good. The front door opens and he slides in, key turning in the ignition. He weaves around the multitude of cars easily and you settle in, buckling your seatbelt. “How you been Sunshine? How was the flight?”

“Honestly, the flight wasn't too bad, I hate the airports more than anything. I’m good, keeping busy with work. But I’m happy to be out in sunny San Diego for a little bit. I prefer a West Coast summer to an East Coast one anytime.”

“You ever been out here? To San Diego?”

“Yeah, I had family out here, not that I speak to them much these days.”

“That’s right, I knew that. Hey, do you wanna grab food on the way back to the house? I don’t know if you’ve eaten anything...”

“Yeah, that sounds great actually. I’ve only had Starbucks and that was at least six hours and an entire different timezone ago.” His laughter rings out and you smile upon hearing the sound again.

“Any West Coast requests?”

“Please, In’N’Out. I beg of you Bradshaw.” He smirks.

“You always did have good taste. I mean, I would know, you did marry me after all.” You snort.

“Yeah, speaking of that, what’s been up with you? I have to admit that getting a call from my fake husband to come convince his estranged godfather we’re in love was not on my 2019 Bingo card.” He sighs as the two of you make it out of airport traffic, driving past the sparkling blue of the coastline.

“Okay, so, how much do you know about me being at UVA? I forget what I’ve told you over the years.”

“Eh, not a lot.”

“Okay, so, okay- I’ll just tell you everything because Mav’s gonna ask you questions about my parents, so congrats, you get to know more about me then most of my friends do.”

“Oh wow Bradshaw, I’m honored that you’re trusting your wife with your life story.” He smirks again.

“Okay, so my Dad was a pilot in the Navy. He went by a callsign, it’s what we call each other up in the air. His was Goose, and his best friend’s is Maverick. My Dad died when I was young in a training accident. Mav really stepped up after the accident, his wingman Ice too, and they became my uncles. Mav’s the only father figure I’ve had. He was there for me a lot after Mom got sick when I was 14. Anyways, towards the end of Mom’s illness, when we knew she wasn’t going to get better, she asked Mav to pull my application to the Naval Academy. and he did. Mav never told me why he did it, but I was so angry that I walked out. I figured I’d do it on my own, which is how I ended up at UVA in the first place, studying Political Science. I enlisted after I graduated and you know the rest.”

“I have a question, but I don’t know if it’s appropriate to ask.”

“Ask away.”

“Why would your Mom ask Maverick to do that? I mean, for as long as I’ve known you, the Navy was always sort of the dream for you. Why would she, or Maverick, stand in the way of that?”

He sighs. “I’d spent my whole life dreaming and talking about growing up to be like my Dad, to get to fly alongside Mav one day, and I guess- I know Mom didn’t want me to go out of the way my Dad did, dying so young and leaving so much behind. She didn’t want to lose both her boys. And Mav cared about Mom a lot and I think he still feels guilty for Dad dying even though he’s been cleared by the Navy so he did what she asked. He didn’t tell me why he did it for years and I always thought he did it because he didn’t think I was good enough to fly with him, that he was trying to stand in my way of succeeding, of being like him and my Dad.”

“But now you guys are okay?” He nods.

“It’s not what it used to be, but we’re a lot better now. We got called back to TOPGUN- do you know what that is?” You nodded. “Okay, well, we got called back to TOPGUN for a mission. He was our instructor and we butted heads a lot. To make a classified long story short, he ended up flying the mission with us. He- he took a missile for me and I went back for him, disobeying direct orders. Against all odds, we made it back alive and I- there were quite a few moments there where I didn’t think we were coming home and I just- I looked death in the eyes and after walking away from it, all that stuff didn’t seem to be that big of a deal anymore.” The car is silent as you see the unmistakable palm trees and red and white paint that marks In’N’Out in the distance.

“Holy shit.” You finally breathe out, brain reeling. “No wonder you want to file these divorce papers. I don’t- I can’t imagine getting that call from the Navy.”

“Yeah.”

“So, why lie to Maverick about us?”

“I don’t know- our relationship is still fragile and he was so excited I just- I couldn’t tell him the truth. And he wanted to meet you so badly, he’s been talking about it since I told him you booked your flight that, I don’t know, telling him now just seems so- I don’t know. I’m sorry I’m putting you in this position.” You shake your head.

“After everything you’ve done for me throughout the years, it’s the least I can do for you.”

“Walk me through it one more time. There’s a lot of them.” He huffs out a laugh.

“I know, it's okay. So, don’t forget that my call sign is Rooster and you’re about the only person outside of Mav and Ice that call me Bradley.”

“I’m not calling you Rooster.” He chuckles.

“I know, and I’ve told them that, that you prefer to keep my work life separate from our personal life.”

“Sly Bradshaw.”

“Thanks, I’m quite proud of myself. Anyways, there’s Mav, which-”

“Yeah, got that down.”

“Great. There’s Uncle Ice, but you’ll meet him later this week.”

“Okay.”

“There’s Phoenix, She’s my wingman and one of my best friends. There’s Bob, her WSO-”

“WSO?”

“Right, you’re not a pilot. Weapons Security Officer. You’ll like Bob. There’s Hangman, who- well he and I have a complicated history and he’s kind of an ass. There’s his wingman Coyote, who’s pretty cool. You’ll like Coyote, Fanboy too. Fanboy is Payback’s WSO, and Payback’s also cool.”

“You said there was 12 of you.”

“There is, but that’s all whose coming tonight.”

“Fuck, am I gonna have to learn more people’s names?” He laughs.

“Yeah. Oh, and there’s Penny Benjamin, who owns the bar we’re going to tonight, and her daughter Amelia. Penny is kind of Mav’s girlfriend but if you ask them that, they’ll deny it. I actually think you’ll get along with Amelia like a house on fire, which almost gave Mav a heart attack. As far as the ring goes-”

“I’ve taken care of that.” You hold up your hand, wriggling your fingers.”I found this ring in my childhood bedroom years ago and my parents never knew where it came from so it sort of became mine. It’ll do for our purposes. I hate traditional wedding rings anyways. What are we telling them about PDA? Pet names?”

“You hate it. Sunshine is the only nickname I’ll use for you.”

“Okay, good to know. It’s not a lie.”

“No, it isn’t, and we’re already lying enough to them anyways. Also, you should know that my group of friends- well, we’re already pretty loud and we can definitely be competitive and well- we’re not exactly nice to each other a lot of the time, but it’s only ever in fun. I’ve told them to leave you out of it but if you catch one of us slinging insults at each other during a game of pool, just- be prepared.”

“Anything else I should know before we throw ourselves to the wolves?” You ask, suddenly nervous as you eye the bar the two of you have just arrived at.

“We should be good.”

“What do I do if someone asks me a question I don’t know the answer to?”

“I won’t leave your side, I promise. It won’t happen.” You nod, let out a shaky breath as your stomach turns. Rooster takes your hand, the one thing you had both agreed on and he pushes the door open as you pray your hand doesn’t start sweating in his. The bell jingles, which attracts the attention of the woman working at the bar, and she smiles at him.

“Well Bradshaw, I do hope this is the wonderful lady you’ve been hiding from us.” Bradley tips his head.

“Indeed Penny. This is (Y/N), my wife.” She extends a hand over the countertop and you shake it, taking note that this is Penny, Mav’s not-girlfriend.

“Where’s Mav? Amelia?” She sighs, shaking her head.

“Up to no good, probably.” The door opens again and a boisterous group steps through the door. Your eyes scan the group, counting a total of 5. The woman spots the two of you first and she makes a beeline for you. She’s a lot shorter than Bradley is but as you take in her posture and sharp look, you figure that this must be Phoenix. The rest of the group isn’t too far behind and one of the men claps Bradley on the shoulder.

“Bradshaw, please tell me you finally brought your wife out of hiding.” A different man in the group, shorter this time pipes up.

“Yeah, we were starting to think she wasn’t real.”

“Especially considering you’ve never mentioned her before now.” Phoenix states, eyes narrowing. Bradley sighs.

“Daggers, this is my wife (Y/N). Sunshine, this is Bob, Phoenix, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote.” Coyote chuckles.

“Sunshine?”

“Long story.”

“It really isn’t, Bradley always thought I was a ray of sunshine during our time at UVA, that I was always so talkative and upbeat and cheerful that I needed to be referred to as Sunshine. He won’t let it go.”

“Him and Maverick could learn a lesson about letting things go.” Penny calls, a smirk on her face. Bradley rolls his eyes in response.

“Listen, she loves it.”

“I don’t know that I do.” He shoots you a look.

“And what would you prefer I call you sweetheart?”

“Well, I don’t know, that’ll work.” Fanboy makes a face.

“God, could the two of you get any more in love?” Mmm, probably Fanboy.

“Shut it, Fanboy. Where’s Hangman?”

“He got caught up at work.” Bradley’s eyes narrow at Coyote’s response.

“What’d he do?”

“What didn’t he do should be the question.” Bob mutters.

“You know how he is, man. Hangman leaves you hanging and poor Maverick’s and enough of it.”

“Mav making him do pushups?”

“All 300 of ‘em.” Bradley chuckles. The door opens to reveal an older man, bomber jacket and all and you know from the moment you set eyes on him that this is the legendary Maverick. He pulls off his aviators, taking in the bar and you realize just how much Bradley takes after his godfather.

“Pete.” Penny calls out and he turns. He smiles, making his way down to the group. He arrives at Bradley’s shoulder and smiles at you.

“(Y/N), this is my godfather, Pete Mitchell. Mav, this is my wife.” His smile only grows, but there seems to be a hint of sadness, of melancholy, behind it. He extends his hand, but you opt for a hug instead which causes the man to laugh.

“Nice to meet you.” He whispers and you smile.

“You as well. Bradley’s told me so much about you.” He clears his throat and glances at Bradley like he wouldn’t have expected him to say anything about him at all.

“I admittedly don’t know much as I would like. Here, why don’t I buy you a drink? You can tell me everything Baby Goose won’t share.” Your eyebrows raise as Bradley groans.

“Baby Goose?”

“Mav, do we gotta- it’s been like two minutes, how are you embarrassing me already?”

“It’s cute.” You coo and a blush starts fighting it’s way up his tan skin.

“Yeah yeah.” He grumbles. You took a seat at the bar and Maverick settles opposite from you as the crew makes their way to the pool table, sans Hangman, who’d still yet to appear. Bradley had left you after you promised you’d be fine for a little while without him and he had departed with a kiss on your cheek to which you had blushed, inciting a chuckle and head shaking from Maverick, mumbling something about kids in love. You talked with Maverick, not sure with how much time passed, as business at the bar picked up around you. You had to admit that your nerves had gone as quickly as they’d shown and this was a lot easier than you anticipated it to be.

“So, now that Bradley’s stationed here, do you think you’ll make the move from Boston?” You paused, shrugging a shoulder.

“I mean, we’ve talked about it but, I don’t- I love my career and my job and he’s gone so often that we aren’t sure how permanent this is that-”

Maverick shakes his head. “The news that they were becoming an official squadron together took a lot of people by surprise and we’ve only just found out. It’s okay to not have all the answers.” You bow your head.

“I mean, I love San Diego, I would absolutely consider moving here, but I’m married to my career and I just-”

“Kid, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You swallowed, trying not to let on that you didn’t have the answers Maverick was looking for. The doorbell jingled and you glanced up to see a tall blond strutting the door, a cocky grin on his face. Maverick sighed and you glanced over at the man. Your eyes watched as this mystery man made his way over to the pair of you.

“Pops, thanks for the extra 300 pushups, I appreciated the delay.”

“Well, you’re welcome Hangman.” Ah, so this was the belated and notorious Hangman. Hangman cocked his head but quickly turned his attention to you.

“And what do we have here? A gorgeous lady, perhaps? And does the gorgeous lady have a name?” You open you mouth but Maverick beats you to it.

“Hangman, this is Rooster’s wife, (Y/N).”

“Pleasure to meet you Hangman.”

“Pleasure’s all mine darling. Say, if you ever get tired of dear old Rooster, I’m happy to be of service.” He drawls, settling an arm around your shoulder. You raise an eyebrow and Maverick shakes his head.

“Hangman, as your superior officer I feel as though I should remind you that adultery is a crime and can get you dishonorably discharged.” You gasp, turning towards Maverick.

“Is it really? I mean- I don’t know why that surprises me, I just can’t believe the Navy cares. Then again, my parents were cheating on each other so it’s not really like- you know what I’m gonna stop talking now.” Hangman huffs out a laugh removing his arm as Maverick chuckles. The sound of the the jukebox getting unplugged echoed through the Hard Deck and you looked over the piano, where Bradley was testing out a few keys. Coyote comes up behind you, groaning. You glance at him.

“What’s he doing?” Hangman smirks.

“Just watch and see.” The beginning chords of Great Balls of Fire begins to play and suddenly you’re taken back to when you were 20 years old, at the house party that got you into this mess in the first place.

The crickets were chirping as the music sounded far away. It was muted and you weren’t sure because it was inside or because you really felt that terrible. The wood underneath you was scratchy and you shifted uncomfortably, pulling your knees up to the step in front of you as you allow your head to fall onto your knees. You remember the wetness of your tears dripping down your face as you heard the college students singing. You swallow, trying to push back the way everything is crashing into you at once. Coming here was a bad idea, being here tonight was a bad idea, this wasn’t helping, just reminded how alone you were-

Bradley has the bar up in cheers and suddenly your chest feels tight as you come back to yourself as the chants overtake the bar, not unlike the night that you and Rooster had agreed to get married. Maverick glances at you and you take a sip of your beer, trying to shove down whatever it is that’s crawling up your throat.

“He do this often?” You ask to no one in particular and Coyote snorts.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

Hangman smirks. “Ten bucks this is the first song of at least four tonight.”

“You’re on Seresin, my money’s on at least six. He’s got his wife here and all.” Hangman glances down at you.

“Bradshaw ever serenade you like that?” You tilt your head, watching Bradley disappear out the front door of the Hard Deck. “(Y/N)?” You shake your head, fighting the frown as he leaves.

“Um, yeah, yeah he has. A few times in college. Uhm, not so much anymore but that just to do with the distance and everything.” You mutter, face feeling hot as you blink back tears.

“Hey, you okay?” You hear Maverick’s voice come from next to you.

“Uh, yeah, this is all just a lot and overwhelming and I- you know what, will you tell me more stories about Bradley? As a kid?” Maverick nods as Hangman and Coyote collect their drinks and move back to the pool table. Maverick starts telling you a story from when Bradley was in high school as you watch Phoenix move out the door behind him.

He moved to the bench Penny kept towards the back patio of the Hard Deck. He sighed, sitting down gently. He watches the waves crash onto the shore as the pink hues of sunset run together with purples of evening dusk, creating a sight to behold on the horizon. San Diego really did have the best sunsets.

“Bradshaw?” He doesn’t turn, doesn’t acknowledge Phoenix as her footsteps stop a few feet behind him. “Everything good?”

“Yeah, I’m good, just needed air for a minute.”

“You’re separated from her, aren’t you?”

“What?” He twists, facing Natasha. She shakes her head.

“Rooster, I’ve known you for a long time now. You’ve never mentioned a wife, you wear no ring, the way the two of you haven’t spent one moment together tonight, you’re separated from her.” He sighs, facing back to the ocean. She takes a few steps closer. “Why wouldn’t you be honest?” A pause. “Is it because of Maverick?”

“Jesus fucking- Phoenix now is not a good time to be doing this!” He snaps but that only encourages the women to come closer. She gently sits down next to him, eyeing him with a measured look.

“Rooster, tell me what’s going on. Talk to me. Tell me the truth.”

“You want the truth? Fine, here’s the truth. We got married less than a year into my Navy service because she was a friend of a friend and she desperately needed the benefits. We always figured we’d split when we found other partners but then we didn’t and then Mav asked about her and fuck- he’d be so disappointed in me if he knew the truth. I couldn’t lie to him.” Phoenix says nothing, just looking at him with that piercing look of hers.

“Do you regret it?”

“No.” He says firmly. “She desperately needed those benefits and she did for a long time. It’s only been within the last five years she’s found a secure, stable job within her field. But God, seeing her in the flesh, after years, Nat, I’m- Her and I are divorcing. Going on that mission, seeing her now, it’s confirmed it. I don’t want her to get a call like the one my Mom got because she doesn’t deserve that. I care about her too much to let that happen. But lying to Maverick is harder than I thought it would be and I-”

“Rooster, hey, whoa, it’s okay.” He takes a shaky breath as his best friend eyes him. “For what it’s worth, if I didn’t know you as well as I did, I would be fooled by the performance the two of you are putting on.” She sighs, rubbing her hands together. “The idiots haven’t figured it out, no way. And Maverick just adores her, it’s so obvious. What are you gonna tell him? About why the two of you are getting divorced?”

He shrugs and gives a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t think that far in advance.”

“You better figure it out because Maverick’s gonna be devastated you hid it from him.”

He sucks in a deep breath through gritted teeth. “I know.”

She hesitates for a moment, biting her lip. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” He nods. There’s footsteps and they both turn to see you a few feet away, hesitating.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” They shake their heads and Phoenix stands up.

She smiles and nods her head as she moves past, tossing a “It was nice to meet you.” Over her shoulder as she strides back into the Hard Deck. You replace Phoenix in the seat next to him and he looks at you.

“Everything okay?” You ask softly.

He nods. “Are you good?” You nod but then shake your head.

“Yeah, it’s- I’ll be fine, it’s just a lot. Overwhelming.”

“Do you wanna go?”

“Yes please.” You whisper, shutting your eyes briefly. He stands up, taking your hand as the two of you walk back to the car. He squeezes it, trying not to think about the way his own heart is twisting.

“So Bradshaw is dumber than I ever even realized.”

“Easy there Bagman.”

“Not sure I’m following why this is relevant, Phoenix.” Payback states from where he’s leaned up against the counter.

“Because. When is the last time you’ve heard about Rooster settling down? Having a serious girlfriend?” Fanboy snorts.

“Maybe never.”

“Exactly. And well, if they’re already married then maybe it wouldn’t hurt to you know-” She clicks her tongue and make a little motion with her shoulder.

“Oh, I don’t like that look on your face.” Bob moaned, taking in the mischievous glint in Phoenix’s eyes. Hangman smirked.

“Whatcha got in mind Trace?”

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sepulchritude · 6 months

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What would you recommend for someone getting their first vibrator? (Preferably with discrete packaging...)

Okay so this depends a lot on who you are, what appeals to you, and what your budget is. There’s no right answer. Normally I’d have a conversation with you before making recommendations, but since this is an anon ask I’ll take it step by step and cover several bases. You should expect to spend at least $30 plus tax/shipping regardless of what you go with.

The stores I most often recommend are Shevibe and PeepshowToys (add a .com to either name to find their sites) and both ship discretely and internationally. Most sex toy retailer websites will have a section in their FAQ page where they outline their discrete shipping policy. If they don’t, I would honestly take that as a strong sign not to buy from them.

*This is your usual reminder to never buy any sex toys (and preferably not lube either) from Amazon. They do not adequately distinguish between legitimate items and knocks offs, which is really important when talking about something that is going to be in contact with your bits. And they certainly don’t give a shit about body safe materials.

The criteria I recommend when choosing any vibrator are:

Body safe material. For vibrators this mostly comes down to silicone (#1 choice) or ABS hard plastic. Soft plastics (jelly, TPE, anything that looks like a gummy bear, anything squishy that isn’t silicone) will degrade and harbor bacteria over time, leading to bacterial infections and in very bad cases, chemical burns. Not worth it, especially when you could have a body safe toy that will last much, much longer.

Waterproof. “Submersible” is ideal, “splashproof” is acceptable but you’ll have to be careful when washing it. Some exceptions apply.

Rechargeable. Listen, you don’t want to be fucking around with replacing batteries and keeping a bunch of AAs in your drawers. Rechargeables are also more likely to be better quality.

For a first vibe I tend to recommend a bullet vibe, which are named for their shape. They are meant for clitoral stimulation but not internal use, which is fine because most people are more likely to be able to orgasm from clit stimulation than from internal stimulation. These will run in the $30-45 range for basic models. I like the Charged Vooom ($40) for a nice basic bullet with decent vibration quality, but there’s lots of good options. If you’re a “best of the best” kind of person, you’ll want the We-Vibe Tango X ($80)

If you’re more in favor of internal stim, I would recommend something with a hooked-forward head so it can hit the g-spot more effectively. These can be used externally too, but they’re more likely to cost more. The Pillow Talk Sassy ($60) is my #1 rec here, hands down.

There are also pressure wave toys, which are not what most people think of when they think vibrators, but they are very reliable and very popular for good reason. To be honest, this is what I reach for when I just want to get off and don’t want to work too hard for it. There are lots of models and brands but I recommend the Satisfyer Pro 2 Next Gen ($55) so much I bought a second one when it seemed like the first was dying after many years. The old one still works fine and now I have 2 of them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

There are also of course wand vibrators (of which the Magic Wand Rechargeable ($130) or Plus ($80) is still the reigning champion) but unless you have reason to believe you need strong vibration and noise won’t be an issue, I wouldn’t consider them beginner vibes.

Having said ALL of that, you’ll also need to buy toy cleaner and preferably lube but you can find my rambles about those in other posts in my sex ed tag [edit: post about cleaning sex toys and post about lube]

And as a final note, Black Friday is coming up and basically all sex toy retailers will have some nice deals for that, so if you’re looking at something that isn’t currently in your price range, consider checking back around then!

#hope this helps!#sex toy reviewers like Hey Epiphora can be a good resource if you’re looking for toys too #(they also usually have coupon codes you can use)#i’ll add a link to my sex ed tag to the post when i have time but for now here it is down here:#sex ed #sepulchritudinous #the satisfyer pro 2 used to be like $45 ($35 if you found a good sale) and i’m so mad to see its current price point #i can’t find my own post about lube but i found a different one #long post

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*giglgles* here’s a rant I’ve had sitting in my drafts for a bit now. I think now is the perfect time to post it. Enjoy Beth’s impassioned ramblings from ~1 month ago (and sorry in advance, I know that this is LONG):

“Chrissy…this is for you.”

Holyjesusmotherof—

I am on the floor. I am dead. I am lying on my stomach, staring off into the middle distance with a look that can only be described as stunned disbelief, or just straight-up stunned. They would have been a f*cking powderkeg, wouldn’t they?

Dear mother of god, the way he says that, so softly, so reverently, I…

If they’d been given just a smidge more time, they (yes, they) would have loved each other so *fiercely*.

They would have been goddamn explosive. They would have (accidentally) rocked the school to its foundations and razed the HS to the ground (more like, they exist, and the high school tears itself apart because of their relationship’s existence). There is no doubt in my mind that if there was a sliver of a chance for one of them to bring the other back from the dead, they’d do it.

Like, the kind of love where you claw through brick and cinderblock with your bare hands to reach them, and you don’t notice until long afterwards that you’ve torn like…six of your nails, and your hands are bleeding. And sure, you have to keep your hands wrapped in bandages for the next couple of weeks while they heal, but who cares??? What does it matter?? They’re alive, you found them, they’re here. Like the minute one of them is in danger, the other person doesn’t hesitate, they just leap.

Like, yo Bangles, you wanna talk Eternal Flame? That’s an eternal flame. Like, a flame that keeps burning over centuries kind of “Eternal” flame; like the Olympic fire that they’re supposed to keep burning forever and ever (it doesn’t, but shhhhh), like a candle in a sea of darkness that against all odds never, ever goes out. That’s the kind of love I mean here.

Like, saying ‘I’ll find you in the next life,’ and then they do, kind of eternal flame.

Like, “death cannot stop true love, it can only delay it a little while,” kind of un-douseable flame. Not an uncontrollable wildfire, or even a small campfire. Just, this strong yet persevering little candle that provides comfort, joy, and light. Doesn’t hurt nobody, isn’t insatiably hungry or all-consuming, it just…is.

They are an example of true love, and no one can convince me otherwise. And I mean actual true love, like 2 puzzle pieces that naturally click together. It’s like they were made for each other, but it was an *accident*.

It’s not like a deity took a soul, split it in half, and then zotted these 2 halves down onto earth and went ‘here, now go find each other.’ It’s more like they created one soul, and then created another soul, and by sheer coincidence or serendipity or chance or whatever, these two line up perfectly, with no imperfections or jagged bits in the way.

They are Agatha and Oliver (I will elaborate on another post, christ this post got fuckin long).

Jesus christ how can I be so damn shook over one line, that it’s making me spiral and pull out analogies and references that are *deeply* buried in my brain??

I’m gonna end up writing a gottdamn thesis on (the way I view) their relationship, aren’t I?

…yes. Yes, I probably am.

Anyway, that’s the tale of when I first saw the scene, and had to have a bit of a lie-down for a while, because thoughts were spiraling.

...ok, I wrote tags for this, then realized that I should probably put them in the body of the post too. So:

#no joke those 2 seconds of “Chrissy...this is for you” used to make me literally so weak, that I had to dramatically lean on furniture to stay upright. #the emotion #the goddamn EMOTION

#and Chrissy is such a sweetheart, #and Eddie was so kind and gentle with her...

#you know, you just KNOW, that she would have loved him with the fierceness of a lioness

#because when you’re sad, and scared, and lonely, and feel like none of your supposed ‘loved ones’ can or will listen--or even care (let alone ask) about how you’re doing

#and you are doing EVERYTHING you can just to continue on, #with seemingly ZERO support #to have someone come along and *help* you, #no questions asked, #no returned favors needed or asked for

#to have someone instantly *know* that you’re going through it, #respect your need for privacy, #and treat you so gently and reverently, #like you’re worthy of being loved???

(and again, not comment on the fact that you’re *clearly* going through it, because they respect that it’s probably not any of their business, and you probably don’t *want* to talk about it, and even though you *should* talk about it, they’re not going to push you)

#yeah. #even if they weren’t interested in you romantically, it’s too late #they have your heart now and forever

#genuinely kind people are not easy to find #don’t get me wrong they *exist*, #they’re not *rare*, #they’re just hella hard to FIND

#so once you DO find one?? #yeah you’re glomming onto that person like a barnacle and refusing to let go

#hellcheer #hellcheer rant/ ramble #HELLCHEER IS TRUE LOVE OK???#also you get a cookie if you read the entire thing! X3

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connectionterminated13 · 6 months

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Can I ask a bit about your Mrs Emily and Mrs Afton? Are they friends and what happens with them in general

I'm assuming you're talking about William's wife Clarice she's Evan and Elizabeth's mother. Michael has a different mother named Tina and trust me she's important.

I'll start with Mrs. Emily who I've named Emily (because I thought it was funny (Very silly sense of humor)) This is going to be very long

Emily was born to a mormon family in hurricane Utah. The plan was for when Emily turned 20 to take over the diner owned by her parents but when at 19 she met The crystal loving palm reading Tina the plans changed... Emily hopped in Tina's old camper van, to her parents complete and utter dismay. It was the late 60s early 70s the 2 of them were very free love and peace types. but Emily still retained mormon sensibilities And never took it as far as Tina who seemed to come back home with a new man every single night, But she did love the idea of being free and choosing what she'd do with her life she had so many ideas of where she wanted to go. Her biggest dream was to 1 day the an actress with Tina

Unlucky for both of them Tina got invited to a local college party and Emily tagged along. They're Emily met Henry and they immediately hit it off scheduling a date for next week. Tina also met William and made the grave mistake of going home with him.

Emily and Tina kind of drifted apart after that since Emily was so smitten with Henry. She loved listening to him ramble on about robots and his plans for the diner. Emily also grew to like William the man was kind and gentlemanly. So Emily ditch her dreams of being an actress to help Henry's dream of opening the family diner, ditching Tina in the process.

Only about 4 months into knowing each other Henry proposed. Emily said yes. All of those infinite possibilities that she had felt when traveling with Tina seemed to all lead to Henry, he was going to be the most wonderful experience of her life she just knew it!

Their wedding was quick and small and that night they shared a bed. and a couple months later they had 2 beautiful twins. (Tina also had a child that she had named Michael and promptly dumped on William before riding away on another man's motorcycle)

For a long time everything was great Emily was able to get the diner from her parents by asking very politely and promising that she'd never ever wear the flower crown again. As the business grew. So did Charlie and Sammy her children, The 2 of them were wonderful Emily loved being a mother and loved helping out at the restaurant (she was the cook!) Yes a part of her wish she was still on the road with Tina experiencing the world but small town hurricane with her loving husband seemed fine right? But she didn't always like how much time Henry would spend with William and on his machines. but it wasn't a big deal since he had given her 2 beautiful children

Then Charlie died... It broke Emily's heart. She sobbed for days refusing to even come out of her room for the funeral. Her little girl was gone... She blamed Henry for it, it was his machine found wrapped around her stained with her blood. If he hadn't been galvanting around with that stupid British man or working on one of his stupid robots maybe he could have saved her. Emily felt like garbage why had she settled down with this man who had given her 2 wonderful children just to take one away through carelessness.

In 1982 Henry's depression and general uselessness got too much for Emily so she took Sammy and got a divorce. After that she left hurricane with Sammy. Emily felt like she had wasted her life in that stupid diner stupid kitchen. Basically Emily was not in a good mental state to take care of anyone let alone herself

She did eventually start going to therapy in 1984. Where she met a woman named Joyce, Joyce brought the light back into Emily's life she started taking better care of Sammy and the house and be a more productive. Joyce made her feel like there was something after Henry and Charlie. Like she still had life left to live

She does eventually "remarry" in 1988 To a Joyce. Sammy hated this but tolerated Joyce the best he could. Emily and Joyce remained happily together for basically the rest of their lives. Not going back to hurricane once. The few times they would talk over the phone usually about Sammy it would be bad. Henry had completely fallen apart and Emily knew that It wasn't her responsibility to put him back together. She still loved him just as much as she loved Joyce and a part of Emily wished she could be with Henry but he was too far gone at that point...

She died happily in 2023 from old age having lived a good life with Joyce.

Now I guess it's time for Mrs. Afton or Clarice

Clarice was originally born in Brazil but because her father was quite wealthy she was moved to the United States when her health issue started appearing. Ever since she was little Clarice has almost always had some kind of sickness.

She spent most of her childhood in and out of the hospital but started getting better the older she got. She also took up ballet and it turned out she was incredibly good at it, Though it was hard to get work at first being a Non-american but soon her talent would speak for itself. She do ballet tours and dance in Plays and shows. but her sickness came back with a force at around 27

Clarice was hospitalized and put in the room next to William who was recovering from his Spring lock failure in one of this Spring lock suit prototypes. Clarice and William would spend hours talking since there was nothing else to do and quickly fell in love. (This would be around 1972).

Once William was mostly healed and Clarice felt better the 2 started going on dates. Really the only problem with William was his son Michael. He was a constant reminder that William had loved other women Despite how much he told her that she was his favorite and the only one he really loved that was impossible to believe with Michael around. So most of the time she just pretended he didn't exist

Not even a year later Clarice had their first child Elizabeth. And then the next year their second Evan. Clarice loved her children with all of her heart officially giving up dancing and becoming a good mom, to everyone but Michael who she still tried to ignore. Which caused him to lash out since no one seemed to care about him..

It only took a little bit on Williams insistence for Clarice to agree to marry him. Their wedding was large and beautiful.

Despite her attempts to be a good mother Clarice would often cave to Williams demands even if they would inconvenience or scare The kids. She just loved him so much how could she say no? It went like that for a while with being the perfect mother in the perfect family Until charlie's death when it started to fall apart slightly...

After charlie's death was when Michael began to bully Evan more and Evan started to show the first signs of mental illness (He got his dad's crazy) Clarious didn't know what to do but William just said to let the boys be boys.

And then the bite of 83 happened... Clarice was a wreck she could barely get out of bed. All of the sickness from her youth came back even worse than last time brought on by the stress (Definitely just stress) After a year of battling the illness she was close to death in 1984.

On the day that she was supposed to die according to the doctors William went into her room and carried her down to the basement where the half-built ballora sat. She was too weak to fight against the ax that came down on her and chopped her up. William was hoping she would possess ballora but she didn't.

Clarissa's spirit or more her agony stayed, It followed William around. She still loves him after everything staying with him even after he met his final fate

This was really long but thank you for listening! By the way they weren't really friends but they did interact with each other a bit!

#connection established #Sorry if any time line stuff were spelling mistake is a mess #I messed that kind of stuff up sometimes #ms afton #ms Emily

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imabillyami · 2 months

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“Billy, where the fuck have you been lately?”

I’ve been mostly trying to get my personal life back on track. I’ll be celebrating 2 years drug/alcohol free on April 1st and to honor that, I wanted to get things a bit more in order again.

The results are mixed, but I’m working on it.

I’ve really been enjoying my time away from Wrestling and Tumblr lately, only really talking to my friends and people I’m developing great friendships with on discord and irl lately.

The break from Wrestling (outside of the occasional nxt episode and PLEs) is much needed for me, cause I do not enjoy main roster WWE writing at all lately.

I don’t wanna ruin it for the people enjoying it though and I especially don’t wanna have discussions with strangers on the internet about it. If I wanna bitch about something, I’ll do so in private, except for when I have *moments* and end up bitching online anyway. But those are very rare and far inbetween.

Everyone can do with their internet presence what they want, it’s not my place to judge or tell anyone what to do. I personally just don’t wanna expose myself to the level of negativity the fandom sometimes exudes.

And I’m not dealing with stupid unnecessary hate messages either or childish indirecting either. Been there, dealt with that, and I’m personally way past the point where I’m willing to give it any time of my day.

I wanna be a positive online presence, with strong opinions still, yes. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be kind about them and respect other opinions.

Anyway, I’m rambling.

Spring is finally coming, the sun finally made a big return, so I’m trying to soak up as much Vitamin D as I possibly can while chatting with the people who are very dear to me.

If you want to add me on discord, just message me here first, I’ll be super happy to talk to you over there and maybe even strike up a friendship if we click with each other.

As for my fic writing: It’s slow. I’m still writing for the Samijey fandom and I still love doing it, but staying on top of my life and chatting to/ taking care of friends has been the priority for me these past few weeks. Writing is still going though, just gotta be patient about it.

I’m not putting pressure on myself to publish anymore, cause that sucks the joy right out of it. I love sharing my writing with all of you and I love your feedback, but it’s not meant to be the reason I write. At least not the main one. I’m writing for my own enjoyment and as a creative release first and foremost and that’s how it’s supposed to be, at least in my case.

So yeah. Sunshine, hard work staying on top of things, friendship and support have been my main focus lately and I’m actually quite happy with that.

I’ll be back more frequently and be more active in the fandom again once I see something I enjoy being shown on tv, until then, feel free to reach out about the discord thing and please never stop tagging me in posts on this silly website, I love coming back and catching up with what y’all have been up to!

For now, hugs and kisses to y’all.

(I’ll be lurking around lmao)

p.s.: I was made aware that there apparently was a whole ass hate campaign against me happening in private messages. If you listened to that and chose to believe it, you missed out on talking to me and that’s honestly your loss. I was not aware of having beef or animosity with anyone around here is all I can say to that 🤷 Spread love like legs ✌️

#life update #m writes #billy writes #sobriety #only good things

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GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS this is teainabowl AND IM BACK WITH MORE NONSENSE AS PROMISED. family crisis almost averted?? i havent slept in 2 days but lmao who cares. (you cant see me rn but i want you to know that im doing a happy little jump skip dance as im writing this)

BECAUSE!!!!! ok. lets talk about genderbending in fandom. i think what usually gives me the ick in those fics is they do nature vs nurture wrong??? like a lot of the time they’ll just change the NATURE of the character and use the different gender as an excuse which. idk idk it runs me the wrong way. BUT QUENN!!! shes very much still theon?? just, nurtured differently. am i making sense? i have been traumatized by some bio-essentialism bs in the past when trying to look into similar fics bc i love gender fuckery PEOPLE JUST DONT GET IT LIKE I DO (or you, appearantly hkdhhfjh i love your story it means so much to me)

and asoiaf is SUCH a gendered world??? like it has so much untapped potential where even a single characters gender can have SO MUCH IMPACT (can you imagine if joffrey had been a girl?? or if sansa had been a boy???)

but what originally started my spiel was the realization that jon wouldnt have gone to the nights watch if he was a girl. and. what then?? slightly horrifying tbh, and makes me wonder if one of the other character had been male (read; they had been given more agency and autonomy in their lives) what would have changed???

but back to jon, bc then i immediately thought, ok, lets backtrack a bit, who would jon even BE. bc a lot of jons character revolves around his (lack of) a relationship with catelyn, his siblings mother. but she would have a harder time avoiding him if he was a she, right?? am i making sense???? a girl isnt seen like as much of a threat to her children i thinks?? idk i love cat and jon so much a love picking apart their relationship bc bc bc ARGHhhgg yk? also i like to think of ned being haunted by lyannas carbon copy who happens to be great with swords (would he be permitted to practice swordplay??) idk

ANYWAYS no we come to the part where i tie it up to what you mentioned in your answer. bc as much as JON being a girl might change his relationship with cat, it would be much more fucked up if it were robb, me thinks. (i too am a bit guilty of using robb as an accessory to cat) but but but. are. are you seeing my vision. catelyn stark with her three daughters when ned leaves for the greyjoy rebellion. catelyn whos convinced that the reason her husband wont send his bastard away is because she cant give him any sons. in the books she calls bran her special little boy and. idk the double meaning this would give it. and bran!!! being the heir!!! hiw would that change things??? would the reception to his accident be different?? and speaking of, what about king robert and his obsession with joining his family with neds? i havent talked about how robb (robyn?) would be different in this au but i cant think hed be as pleased as sansa was? his first shown interaction with joff is him trying to curb stomp the fucker lmao. i dont think he would be likely to have a different opinion bc of gender changes. in the books hes often rash and impulsive and prideful, and id want him to keep those traits, but peoples reactions to them would be different?? and so he would shape them in different ways??? am i making sense i feel like im just rambling. this is getting way too long and wayy to incoherent i need to stop. ok bye for now ill be back (threatening)

GO TO BED!!!! GET SOME SLEEP!!!!! But yay! to family crisis averted? Maybe?

Okay. I'm gonna indulge in some haterism for a second cause I've actually poked around the ASOIAF genderbending tag quite a bit. Unfortunately, a lot of those fics? Lame as hell. There's a preponderance of genderbent Jon Snow, which I think is totally cool! Very interesting genderbend to explore because of how much it changes the trajectory of his story. But then the character isn't really written as Jon at all? Maybe I'm just picky about characterization, but oftentimes fem!Jon just becomes this cookie-cutter "strong/feisty" female protag and it's like...

Sorry. I'm being mean. Obviously, there is no singular "correct" take on a given character, as we're all influenced by our own experiences and perceptions. My take on Theon isn't the exact same as yours, or goddcoward's, or Ashen's, or GRRM's. A unique Theon exists in all our heads, each one a bit different from the others.

But! Genderbends are so much more fun when you can see the underpinnings of the character you know, and there are moments where those aspects really shine through. And it's like OH!!! (pointing vigorously) THERE THEY ARE!!!! Otherwise, why not just write an OC, or adopt a minor character with very little canon characterization? (Admittedly, this can become a problem when you start collecting minor characters like Pokemon cards. I am my own evidence of this phenomenon.) If it ain't Jon, then why have it be Jon at all, y'know?

ngl female Joffrey has been rattling around in my brain lately... 👀fem!Joffrey would definitely be betrothed to Robb, which would be a complete and utter shitshow (appreciative/affectionate). Joffrey as a true mini-Cersei has such insane juice to it as a story idea, especially considering that Joffrey never liked Cersei all that much lol... the mother-daughter dynamic would be BONKERS.

Back to Jon though:

First, you're definitely right that fem!Jon wouldn't be seen as much of a threat to her siblings as Jon was. She would probably be married off pretty quickly once she came of age, as high as possible for a woman who was bastard-born. I don't see Catelyn liking her per se, but Catelyn wouldn't have the same misgivings about her as she did about Jon. Since fem!Jon probably wouldn't become the vessel of the wildling/Others plot, she might have an interesting role to play if she went south... to marry Robert's royal bastard Edric Storm, perhaps? I could see Robert "having his Lyanna" by marrying fem!Jon and Edric. But then shit hits the fan with the usual plot of AGOT, and maybe fem!Jon gets taken hostage by the Lannisters in King's Landing? Or gets caught in Renly's shit since she was with Edric at Storm's End? I am NAWTTTT talking myself into writing another fic. Go to hell. I need to finish Sow the Tide first.

fem!Robb (Robyn between myself and goddcoward) is even crazier. Catelyn would NOT be fucking happy to have Ned's spitting image hanging around Winterfell, while all her sons are under 10 and have the Tully look. I could see Catelyn successfully arguing that Jon should be fostered out, perhaps in the Vale (as a favor on the part of Jon Arryn)? Like, oh, Ned, you and Robert became such good friends fostering together in the Vale... that way, Jon is waythefuckoverthere and can't make any allies in the north.

I'd love for Robyn to have some of the same anger and pride, and she'd probably be similar to Catelyn in that she was raised as the heir for a good bit of time before the "real" heir came along years later (Bran+Edmure). Also, Catelyn would absolutely NOT trust Theon around Robyn. Not At All. Kinda fair though? Robyn would also be older than Sansa was in AGOT, so I think she'd be at least a little bit more worldly and pick up on Joffrey's... Joffreyness. Robb/Robyn are still dutiful characters, but I think there would be a lot more immediate friction between her and her betrothed. Double genderbend Throbb is my true love, however (Quobyn my beloved).

I've gotta finally go work on chapter 40 now, so I can't answer everything, but do come back... I'll be here... revolving all of these genderbends around in my head...

#ask #gotta get up at 7am tomorrow. hate and hell on planet earth #opening my chapter 40 doc like babe it's 9pm time for your nightly dick flattening

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