#(i feel i will need that tag in the future)

[cvlebs]

Cockpit tour

You always begged Caleb, wanting to see the cockpit of his ‘colonel’ aircraft. He was excited to show you everything and explain what each button does... but then you got interested in different kinds of buttons — like the ones on his uniform.

!! FemReader + Caleb, SMUT | Word count: 3.3K

Tags: Caleb fucks you while you wear his colonel uniform, titfucking, caught mid-act by Liam (his lieutenant), camera recording, Caleb finishes on your face, Caleb calls you pipsqueak, colonel Caleb, desperate Caleb

Caleb leads you towards the sleek aircraft, the sunlight glinting off its polished surface. He opens the cockpit door with a flourish, gesturing for you to step inside first. As you climb in, the array of buttons, switches, and screens dazzles you.

Caleb's presence is comforting, his pride evident as he explains each component with a mix of technical knowledge and playful anecdotes from his flying experiences. He leans in closer, pointing out the navigation system while his breath tickles your ear, making your heart flutter.

“This is where all the magic happens, Pip-squeak” he says, a teasing smile playing on his lips. His protective nature shines through as he ensures you're comfortable, his attention solely on you. You can sense his happiness and a touch of nervousness as he shares this special part of his life with you.

The atmosphere is charged with intimacy, both of you aware of the deep bond that has formed over the years. As he shows you how to operate a few controls, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of connection and excitement for what lies ahead, not just in this moment but in the future you're beginning to envision together.

You turn to Caleb, your curiosity bubbling over, and ask him how he manages to know what every little button in the cockpit does. Your eyes sparkle with wonder as you lean in closer, eager to hear his explanation.

Caleb chuckles softly, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm at your question. “Well, Pipsqueak, it's all about practice and a little bit of obsession” he replies, his hands gesturing animatedly as he speaks.

“When I first started flying, I was like a kid in a candy store. I had to learn everything — each button, each switch. It's like a puzzle, and I love solving puzzles!”. His excitement is contagious, and you can't help but smile at his passion.

As he continues to explain the various functions of the cockpit, his voice becomes a soothing backdrop to the intricate details. You notice how he looks at you, a mix of pride and affection evident in his gaze. He demonstrates how to adjust the navigation system, his fingers deftly moving over the controls.

“And this one,” he says, pointing to a bright red button, “is the emergency landing gear. But don't worry, you won't need to press it” he laughs lightly, the sound warming your heart.

You lean closer, a playful grin on your face, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you tap the button of Caleb's colonel uniform.

Your curiosity is palpable, and you can't resist teasing him just a little as you ask “And what does this button do?”. The innocent question, combined with your playful tone, invites a lively response from him.

Caleb's eyes widen in surprise, quickly followed by a chuckle that fills the cockpit, making the atmosphere feel even more intimate. “Oh, that button? It's a special one, only for the elite!” he jokes, leaning in closer to you, his playful demeanor shining through.

“It activates my charm mode, which means you'll be swept off your feet every time I push it!” he winks at you, clearly enjoying this lighthearted banter.

As he leans in, the scent of his cologne mingles with the metallic air of the cockpit, creating a heady mix that makes your heart race. He playfully pretends to press the button, dramatically swooning back as if overcome by his own charm.

“See? Just like that!” He chuckles, his laughter ringing like music, and the warmth in his gaze tells you how much he cherishes these moments together.

Caleb shifts slightly, the cockpit's small space bringing you even closer together, and you can see how eager he is to share more of his world with you.

You lean in closer, a playful grin stretching across your face, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, your fingers graze over the button of Caleb's pants. The moment is charged with excitement as you tease him, eager to see his reaction.

Caleb's smirk widens, his eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and amusement. "You don't want to push that button, Pip-squeak” he whispers, his voice low and teasing, yet there's an unmistakable hint of arousal in his tone.

“Once you do, there's no turning back” his playful warning sends a thrill through you, and you can feel the chemistry between you intensifying in the confined space of the cockpit.

Caleb leans in even closer, his face just inches from yours, the warmth radiating from him making your heart race. You can see the way his breath hitches slightly, a clear indication of the playful tension building between you two.

You can feel the pulse of the moment and Caleb watches you, ensuring that you feel comfortable even as the stakes of your teasing escalate.

With a playful grin, you lean closer to Caleb, your fingers deftly working to unbutton his uniform. The fabric gives way easily and you discard it, letting it fall to the ground, revealing his bare skin beneath.

Caleb's breath catches in his throat as he watches you, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and desire. In one fluid motion, he lifts you effortlessly, placing you down on the panel of the cockpit, a mischievous smile dancing across his lips.

“You're going to drive me crazy” he whispers against your lips, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine before he leans in to kiss you passionately.

The kiss deepens, filled with a mixture of playful teasing and raw emotion. Caleb's hands rest firmly on your waist, grounding you both in this intimate moment. As you pull away slightly, your eyes lock with his, and you can see the fierce affection he holds for you, a blend of protectiveness and longing that makes your heart race.

“Guess we don't need buttons for this kind of flight, do we?” your voice is a low murmur, filled with playful mischief, yet there's a depth to your gaze that speaks volumes about the connection you share.

Caleb leans back slightly, taking in the sight of you, his eyes shining with a mix of admiration and desire. “You really know how to push my buttons, Pip-squeak” he teases, his playful nature shining through even amidst the rising tension.

Caleb's hands move with a mix of eagerness and tenderness as he begins to undress you, leaving you in just your skirt and underwear. Each kiss he plants on your lips is urgent, filled with a hunger that sends delightful shivers through you, nearly stealing your breath away.

Your playful smirk dances across your face as you whisper teasingly “So naughty... doing this at work”, your voice low and filled with mischief, sending a thrill of excitement through Caleb.

As Caleb kisses you deeper, his hands explore the curves of your body with a gentle yet passionate urgency. Eventually he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, as if to ensure that you're both still on the same page in this whirlwind of passion.

His breath is warm against your skin, and the air feels thick with anticipation, charged with unspoken desires and the thrill of the unknown. You and Caleb are wrapped around each other, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you both.

As you share heated kisses, Caleb's hands slide down your sides, fingers brushing against your skin with a mix of tenderness and desire. He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, his heart racing as he feels the connection between you intensify.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Pip-squeak” he murmurs breathlessly, his voice thick with emotion. You can see the fierce affection in his eyes, a mix of playful mischief and love that makes your heart flutter.

Caleb's playful smirk returns as he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, a teasing glint in his eyes. “So, what's next, my little co-pilot?” he asks, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine, eager to see where this moment will lead.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes through the aircraft, sending a wave of panic through you. In an instant, Caleb reacts, his instincts kicking in as he swiftly throws his colonel jacket over your shoulders, holding it shut to shield you from view.

The fabric envelops you, offering a sense of security even amidst the unexpected interruption. Just then, Liam, Caleb's lieutenant, enters the cockpit, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him.

Before he can say anything, he catches sight of half naked Caleb and you in an intimate embrace, and without missing a beat, he turns on his heel, mumbling an apology as he exits the cockpit, leaving you and Caleb alone once more.

As the sound of Liam's departure fades, the cockpit fills with a charged silence, the intimacy of the moment returning in an instant. Caleb's protective demeanor remains, his eyes searching yours as he gently pulls the jacket tighter, ensuring you're still covered.

His expression shifts from playful mischief to concern, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “Sorry about that, Pip-squeak” he says, his voice softening.

“Didn't mean to put you in that position” he leans in closer, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, the warmth of his touch lingering as he looks deeply into your eyes. “Are you okay?” his protective instincts shine through, and you can see how much he cares for your well-being, even amidst the playful chaos.

You can feel the rush of adrenaline still coursing through you, the surprise adding an unexpected layer to your already intense connection. As you both settle back into the moment, the tension shifts slightly, and Caleb's playful nature resurfaces.

“Well, it was unexpected! But.. what do you say we get back to our little adventure, without any more interruptions this time?” you smirk, the mischief in your eyes inviting him to turn around and grab the key.

Caleb swiftly locks the cockpit entrance, his protective instincts kicking in as he ensures no one can interrupt your intimate moment again. As he turns back to you, his gaze roams over your figure, and he can't help but let out a low, appreciative murmur.

“You... look really good in my uniform” he says firmly, his voice thick with a mix of admiration and desire, trying to mask the hunger simmering just beneath the surface.

You feel emboldened by his words, and with a playful glint in your eye, you open your legs wider as you sit on the panel, inviting him closer.

Caleb steps closer, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the sight of you, the colonel's jacket draping over your shoulders, hinting at the playful mischief that just occurred.

His breath quickens, and you can see the struggle between his protective instincts and the raw attraction he feels for you.

“You're making it hard to think straight, Pip-squeak” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper as he inches closer, drawn in by the magnetic pull between you.

As he reaches out, his fingers graze your thigh, sending shivers through your body. You pull Caleb closer, wrapping your legs around his hips as you remain settled on the panel of the cockpit.

His breath hitches at the contact, and he pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you in his uniform, the way it accentuates your figure and reveals your breasts just slightly.

With a low groan, he interrupts the moment to unzip his pants, the sound sending a thrill through you. “Please. I can't just look at you like this. I need more” he begs, his voice thick with desire, clearly enjoying the view and the intimacy of the moment.

As Caleb pulls you closer, you can feel his body pressed firmly against yours, the intimacy of the situation igniting a fire within you both. His hands explore your thighs further.

“You have no idea how hard it is to concentrate when you look this good” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. As he leans in, his lips brush against your neck, and you can't help but let out a soft whimper, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

As Caleb continues to unzip his pants, the urgency of the moment heightens. You lean back slightly, a playful grin spreading across your face as you pull down your panties, tossing them casually onto the ground.

The boldness of your actions sends a thrill through both you and Caleb, who takes it as an invitation. With a hungry look in his eyes, he pulls out his erection, teasing your entrance with the tip before slowly slipping it in completely.

The sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him again, pulling him closer as he begins to thrust into you.

Caleb's movements are slow at first, savoring the moment as he looks into your eyes, his gaze filled with a mix of adoration and longing.

With each thrust, he deepens the connection between you, both of you lost in the warmth and closeness of your bodies. “You feel incredible, Pip-squeak” he murmurs breathlessly, his hands gripping your waist as he pulls you closer.

The intimacy of the moment, heightened by the thrill of being in such a confined space, brings a sense of urgency to your movements, each thrust igniting a fire within you both.

Caleb leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, “Never thought l'd be this aroused by just... seeing you in my jacket”. His voice is thick with desire, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

With that, he eagerly speeds his pace, each thrust becoming more urgent and passionate. You can't help but moan, reveling in the sensation and the way his words entwine with the rhythm of your bodies, heightening the connection between you.

The cockpit is alive with the sounds of your shared breaths and the soft thudding of Caleb's movements against you. His words resonate in your mind, igniting a fire within you as he continues to thrust deeper.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you find yourself lost in the bliss of the moment, your body responding eagerly to his every move. You can see the adoration in Caleb's eyes, the way he gazes at you as if you're the only thing that matters in the universe.

With a playful glint in your eye, you decide to switch things up, jumping down from the panel to kneel before Caleb. His expression shifts from confusion to intrigue as he watches your every move, his anticipation palpable.

You seductively reveal your breasts, still clad in his colonel uniform and you push them together invitingly, creating a tantalizing sight that makes his breath hitch.

With a teasing smile, you beckon him closer, inviting him to thrust between your swollen breasts. Caleb's eyes widen, a mix of surprise and desire flashing across his features as he takes in the alluring sight before him.

“You're full of surprises, Pip-squeak” he breathes, his voice laced with excitement. Slowly, he steps closer, his hands gently grasping your shoulders as he positions himself in between your tits, the heat radiating from his body sending shivers down your spine.

As he begins to thrust, the sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel his desire intensifying with each movement. “This is incredible” he moans, lost in the moment.

Caleb continues to thrust between your breasts, and you playfully stick out your tongue. With each thrust, his erection brushes against your tongue, allowing you to give it a teasing lick.

The sensation sends shivers through both of you, and Caleb's breath hitches as he lets out another moan “Ahhh. Pipsqueak...” clearly enjoying the interaction.

The cockpit is filled with the intoxicating sounds of your shared breaths and the rhythmic movements between you. Each thrust deepens the connection, and Caleb's moans resonate in your ears, igniting a fire within you.

His hands grip your shoulders tighter, as if anchoring himself to the moment, the blend of playfulness and passion creating an atmosphere charged with intimacy.. You can see the desire in his eyes, a mixture of affection and longing that sends a thrill through your body.

“You're driving me wild, Pip-squeak” he gasps, his voice thick with pleasure. The teasing licks of your tongue only heighten his arousal, and you can feel the heat radiating from him, matching the warmth enveloping you.

Caleb moves his hands to your breasts, which you keep pressing together, and he takes the lead, his fingers playfully teasing your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you as he continues to thrust in between them.

You can feel Caleb's body tightening as he nears his climax, his pace quickening and his moans becoming louder, echoing in the intimate space of the cockpit.

Instinctively, you begin to bounce your breasts against his member, enhancing the pleasure for him and driving the moment to an exhilarating peak.

Caleb's grip on your nipples tightens as he loses himself in the sensation, his moans becoming increasingly desperate and filled with longing. “You're amazing, Pip-squeak” he gasps, the urgency in his voice making your heart race.

As you bounce your breasts against him, you can see the heat in his eyes, a mix of passion and adoration that sends shivers down your spine. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, eagerly waiting for Caleb to reach his climax.

The anticipation builds in the cockpit, thickening the air with desire and intimacy. In just a second, Caleb thrusts one last time, his breath catching as he cums, the warm liquid spilling over your tongue and face, a testament to the passion you've both shared.

Caleb watches you, his eyes wide with a blend of awe and affection as he takes in the sight before him. “Pip-squeak, you never cease to amaze me” he breathes, his voice thick with emotion.

Caleb gently wipes a stray droplet from your chin with his thumb, his touch tender and lingering. “That was.. indeed something” he breathes heavily. With a playful grin, you look at Caleb, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Thanks for the tour. I loved your *cock*pit.” You giggle, the playful tone of your voice mixing with the lingering heat of the moment. You lick your lips, savoring the taste of him, drawing attention to the remnants of his pleasure still on your mouth.

Caleb's chuckle fills the cockpit, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he takes in your playful banter. “Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the tour, Pip-squeak” he replies, a teasing smile spreading across his lips.

You suddenly break the playful atmosphere by teasingly reminding Caleb about the cockpit's camera. Your tone is light, but the revelation sends a jolt of realization through him.

Caleb's eyes widen in shock as your words sink in, and he races to the camera, a mix of embarrassment and panic flooding his features. “No, no, no! Liam, I hope you're erasing the footage as I speak!” he yells, his voice echoing in the confined space of the cockpit.

You can't contain your laughter, the sound bubbling up as you watch him scramble to cover the lens, his protective instincts kicking in once more. The tension of the moment dissipates, replaced by the warmth of shared humor.

“What do you think Liam will say when he sees the footage? Was he.. perhaps watching this while time?” you tease, a smirk on your face. Caleb rolls his eyes, clearly not wanting to think about it.

“Let's just hope he’s not checking the camera now. I’ll make sure to delete the recording later and make sure nobody speaks of it” he replies, his tone half-joking, half-serious.

The two of you eventually share a laugh, but little do you know… that Caleb will actually keep the recording and watch it every single time, whenever he misses your company.

Author’s note

posting again bc y’all deserve the best tysm again for everything :D !! i apologize for any errors i genuinely have no idea how cockpits work LMAO

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Doing Time 9

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, threats, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: you try to keep your brother safe in jail but put yourself in danger along the way.

Characters: con/ex-con!Steve Rogers

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Sunday mornings are usually those where you wake up restless. It’s the day you work on chores. Yet when you rouse, you only want to sink back into the bed. You could spend all day in the faded afterglow. 

You roll onto your side and squeak. Your thighs are tender. Every bit of you is sensitive to the point of twitching. Even just the touch of the duvet is too much. 

Yet the man who made you feel this way is gone. Your chest tweaks. Is he gone? Was this all just a twisted plot by him? That would make your life so much easier. If this could just be a fantasy, 

“Sweetheart,” Steve’s drawl makes you tense. 

You lift your head and look at the door. He fills the frame easily. He’s in a pair of grey boxers and nothing else. His muscle-forged shoulders are round and firm, his middle thick and padded too. You can see all the strength you felt the night before. 

You sit up and hug the top of the blanket. You look around. “What time is it?” 

“Take your time,” he assures. “I was just looking in on you.” 

“Oh,” you rub your neck. “I-- I should--” you search for anything to cover yourself. “Get up.” 

You turn your legs over the side of the bed and keep the duvet up. He hums. “You don’t gotta.” 

“I do. I have to get the laundry. The dishes. And groceries--” 

“Laundry’s folded, waiting in a basket. I did the dishes. And we can grab groceries later.” 

You blink at him, “huh? No, you didn’t--” 

“You know, being locked up, the little things, they’re almost fun these days. I don’t got some guard glaring at me or barking at me for standing the wrong way,” he chuckles and crosses the room. “Besides, you don’t need to worry about all that. We got a road trip.” 

“A road...trip?” You echo. 

He sits next to you and caresses your bare shoulder, “mhmm. As much as I’d like to stay in bed all day.” 

You squeeze the blanket tighter and blush. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Going to see your brother. Like mom said we should.” 

“What?” You wince. “No, I’ll go. You don’t have to--” 

“I don’t have to. I want to. We’re together now.” 

You gulp and lean away from him. You stand up and brush by him. You take your robe off the dresser and open it. Before you can pull it on, there’s a tug on the other end. 

“Why’re you running?” He yanks until you face him. 

“I’m not,” you angle it in front of your body as best as you can. 

“You’re hiding--” 

“I’m cold--” 

“You could’ve stayed under the blankets--” 

“Steve,” you tug until he lets go. You wrap yourself up. The robe smells like him too. “You shouldn’t... come yet. It’s just Vaughn, he can be...” 

“A brat. Oh I know it. It’s why you’re lucky I was there to watch over him. But what about now?” 

You search his face. “You don’t think...” 

“I’m just saying. I was in there. He wasn’t making any friends.” 

“Steve,” you gasp. 

“I can’t lie to you, baby.” He puts his hands on your arms. “Not ever. Your brother needs a heavy boot to keep him in place. I might not be inside but I still got connects on the inside. And he needs to see that I still got his back so he stays in line. Make sure he gets out one day. I’d like our kids to know their uncle--” 

You choke. Kids? That’s not an argument for today. Hopefully, it never truly comes to a head. 

“I didn’t... I don’t have an appointment,” you say. 

“I do. Special request for a family meeting. The two of us.” 

“What? He’s not—He's not going to like that.” 

“He’s going to like what I’m tell him too,” Steve’s voice deepens and he brings a hand to your chin. “He should like whatever makes his sister happy. Especially after all you’ve done for him. And if he isn’t, well, then, I guess he’s on his own.” 

“It’s just—he's—he's just very--” 

“He needs to grow up. You go out there and see him and he doesn’t appreciate that. Well he’s going to start or he’s not going to see you anymore. You got a life to live here. With me.” He pets your cheek with his knuckles. “And I spent enough of mine behind bars. I’m not waiting any longer.” 

He steps closer and leans it, drawing you to him. You don’t stop him. You know better. He kisses you as you close your eyes, hiding the anxiety brewing in your heart. You have a bad feeling about this. 

💙

You’ve only ever gone to the prison alone. Being with Steve feels strange for several reasons. He keeps your hand in his as you step inside the visitors’ entrance and approach the front desk with its thick plexiglass windows. 

He lets you go to take out his wallet. You glance around as you sense the gazes of several guards. Even out of his prison garb, they must recognise him. As ever, his blond and silver hair is tidily combed and parted. He wears a blue-grey short-sleeve button up and a pair of grey slacks. The sleeves are tight around his biceps and a gold watch flashes on his wrist. 

You take out your ID and hand it over with his. You swelter in the judgment of the errant eyes around you. What must they think? You show up here with a former inmate... He might have been acquitted on appeal but how much do they know about that? 

“Step over on the x’s,” the woman directs. “Officers will search you and escort you in.” 

You follow her instructions. The officers sweep over you quickly but you notice the extra attention they give to Steve. He chuckles. 

“Miss me?” He asks. 

One of the officers clucks. 

“Outside’s treating you well,” the one feeling him up turns his wrist to admire the watch. 

“Well, you know, I got a good bag for the settlement. False convictions are a cash grab,” Steve scoff, “low pay for time done, though.” 

The officer huffs with a hint of doubt. 

“Alright, go in,” he points down the hall. “They’ll get you seated.” 

“Thank you, sir,” Steve salutes him and reaches for you. “Come on, sweetheart.” 

You let him drag you down the hall to the visitors’ room. Another officer greets you and checks his clipboard. He takes you to a spot at the desk with two seats and two receivers. The chair on the other side of the transparent barrier is empty. 

You fidget as you wait, staring at the white seat across from you. What will Vaughn think? What will he do? The last question worries you most. 

“Damn, I’m just thinking about the days it was me over there,” Steve chuckles and puts his hand on the back of your chair. “We’re you this nervous then? I could never tell.” 

You shrug. 

“I can tell you now. I counted down the days. I’d be on my cell bed, sat all pretty and patient for you, ‘til they sent one of these bozos to get me,” he sighs and slaps his thigh. “I can’t hardly believe I’m sitting right next to you now.” 

He plays with your sleeve. He leans over and kisses your other shoulder. You shiver and twine your fingers together tightly in your lap. 

You wince as a door shuts with a muffled thunk. You sit up as you sense the approach on the other side. Vaughn drags his feet between two guards and stops behind the chair. He snorts. 

You can’t hear through the glass as his face twists. He tenses and the guards struggle with him. You stare at him as his eyes scour you venomously, then flick over Steve. His lip curls and he tries to shake off the guards. They finally get him to sit. 

Steve clicks his tongue and sits forward, bend one arm over the table. He chuckles as he picks up the receiver. Vaughn crosses his arms and squares his jaw defiantly. You hesitate but lift your receiver too. 

Steve points through the glass. Vaughn sneers. Steve leans forward and taps the glass. Your brother rolls his eyes then reaches for the phone. The guards cautiously back off. 

“What the fuck is this--” 

“You watch your mouth,” Steve warns. “We came all this way. The first thing you can start with is thanking your sister for being here and telling her how much you love her.” 

“Fuck off, pal.” 

Steve laughs. A dark rumble that unsettles you. You’ve never heard that from him. He gets an edge now and again, the kind that makes you nervous, but this is something more dangerous. 

“I’m giving you another chance to show some respect,” Steve warns. “So clean up the language and thank your sister.” 

“You fucking him?” Vaughn sets his sight on you. 

“Vaughn, please, settle down.” You plead 

“Huh? Is that it? How the fuck did that happen? I mean--” He snarls against the phone. “I love you, sis, but I got nothing but this for a slut.” 

He swallows and spits at the glass. Steve bristles and squeezes the receiver tight. You look over as his knuckles turn white. He leans forward. 

“Last fucking chance. Apologise--” 

“Fuck you, dude. You’re out. You got nothing in here. You run shit. So I’ma say what I want to my sister and you’re going to sit there like an old decrepit man and choke--” 

“You’re walking the line,” Steve is terrifying calm. 

“Me? Me?! You’re fucking my sister--” 

“I’m gonna marry your sister. I’m a man. Unlike you.” Steve insists. 

“Marry?!” Vaughn erupts.  

He stands and gnashes his teeth. He slams the receiver against the glass. You drop yours and sit back as he hammers at the barrier until the phone breaks in his hands. The guards grab him and drag him off away from the table. 

Steve is unfazed. He watches the tantrum. You stare at the pieces of the broken receiver as the cable hangs limply. Vaughn kicks and writhes as he’s wrestled to the door. 

Steve hangs up the phone. “Ungrateful.” 

“Steve, you should’ve let me speak--” 

“And what? Let him call you a slut?” 

“I could’ve talked to him. You didn’t let me--” 

“I’m not letting anyone disrespect my woman,” he stands up. “Not even your brother. You understand me?” 

“Steve, I understand, but he’s my family--” 

“You don’t get it sweetheart,” he takes your hand and tugs you up. “You need me. You don’t take care of yourself like you should. You let them walk right over you. Well, that’s not happening anymore.” 

You get up and sniff. “I’ll come back on my own. I’ll talk to him--” 

“You’re not coming back. He can deal with consequences.” 

“Steve.” 

He squeezes your hand. You quiet. He doesn’t let up as he drags you from the room. You pass the guards with your head down. He doesn’t stop at the front desk as he marches you out. 

Finally, he stops. Right by his car. He puts his hand on the passenger door and faces you. 

“Get one more thing, doll. You don’t argue with me like that. Especially in front of other men.” 

Your mouth falls open, “I wasn’t--” 

“You were,” he puts his other hand on his hip. “I’d do anything for you but I need you to meet me halfway, got it? We’re a unit so you stand by me. Your brother wants to act like a child, so let him mope like one. He spit in your face and you’re going to take it? Nah. Not my woman.” 

“He’s upset--” 

“You’re too soft. I love that about you but it’s no good,” he tuts. He stands straight and opens the passenger door. “Come on. We got business to take care of.” 

You get in, hiding your confusion and chagrin. You knew it would go about as well as it did. So did Steve. He's not stupid. And he’s not telling you everything, not like he said he would. This business... what exactly is that? 

You would ask but you’re not sure you’d get an answer. Knowing won’t do anything to change whatever he has planned. Just like you can’t do much to stop all those big dreams of his; wife, kids... you’re caught in the whirlwind of his lost years. 

[chichihuahua1413]

you remind me of taylor swift's Reputation (the album), orange-tinted coffee, the thunderstorm that woke me up yesterday, the black heart emoji (you use it so much 🖤), black fountain pens, the concept of soulmates (is that too cheesy? if it is, i apologise. i need sleep), the hope for a brighter future where i own three black kittens and live in my own place, and the feeling you get when you realise that someone actually does give a fuck about you

ooh, and regulus arcturus black.

tagging @the-rebels-and-the-saints

my first tag game!

what does ur moot who mentioned you on this post remind you of?

tags: no pressure!

@binibby @7975348473 @hopeless-umii @balladofareader @talahsaudiobooklibrary @lyrakanefanatic @sheisntyouspam @lila-77 @elysianwayy77 @shattermelyhfmlblog @prettylikethestars @foreverwinter22 @musiwashere @liaisbroke @whoo0sh @sweetreveriee @acad3miawhore @jjsblueberry @thesingerinthewoods @thecircularlibrary @shattered-glass-roses @anintellectualintellectual @welcome-to-chiles @bookworm-fangirl1 @book-nerd-emi @sarastellasari @lunarlee101 @mxst3rmind @gigigraysonenthusiast @21sbaby @tig-bun @lovethornes @xoxoavry @caramelmiacchiato @haeerizm @lovely-dragon-of-mine @where-is-the-angst @beautifulmusicengineer @we-were-born-to-be-free @laufeysgoddess @kiraandhervibes @shefollowedthestars @reminiscentreader @wish-i-were-heather.

[meganwritesfanfics]

How to Save a Life (Dr. Jack Abbott x Reader) Part 5

Word Count: 1931

TRIGGER WARNING: DISCUSSION OF PTSD.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Jack prayed. He wasn’t religious by any means, but he needed a task; he needed something to do as he sat and waited for news. He had been sitting and waiting for hours; he could feel that all of the blood that covered his arms and was soaked into his clothes was starting to dry. But he didn’t dare move.He held Y/N’s necklace in his hands and slid her wedding ring onto his dog tags, they had been brought to him by Garcia, an hour into waiting. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about the future he had already dreamed about, and one that at any moment he could find out that he had lost. 

Once Y/N had told him she was pregnant, he could picture the future. He imagined building a crib, the late nights rocking his child back to sleep after they had woken up crying. He had already planned on the play set he would build in the backyard when they were old enough. In his mind his baby was a girl, and he could picture taking her out on daddy-daughter days out. And lord help her when she decided dating. His baby wasn’t even born yet and he could never imagine anyone ever being good enough for her. 

But all of these thoughts were hanging in the balance, he knew the odds of the baby surviving were very slim. The trauma your body had gone through was enough to cause a miscarriage. 

He crumbled, placing his head in his hands. He had always feared that his life with Y/N was too good to be true. Jack couldn’t imagine he would ever find someone as wonderful as Y/N. She was the light to his dark, she was the sweet to his sour, she was the day to his night. People were often surprised they were together, not just because of the age difference, but also because of how different of people they were. But somehow she fit with him perfectly. 

She brought out happiness in him, he thought he had lost long ago. And she knew how to calm him down when he had bad days. He loved the quiet moments with her the most. On the rare times when they both had days off, he loved just being in her presence. He loved when she cuddled up next to him while he watched sports. She would sit with her book in her hands but her head rested on his shoulder. She didn’t even have to say anything to be a comfort to him. 

“Jack,” A voice brought him out of his thoughts and he snapped his head up to see Robby standing in front of him tears in his eyes. 

“Is she…” Jack asked terrified as he got to his feet. 

“She’s fine, they said everything went really well. She going to be just fine.” Robby said his voice cracking. 

Jack let out a cry. “She’s ok.” He sobbed. 

“She’s ok.” Robby said and he pulled his friend into a hug. 

“Wait,” Jack pushed back. “The baby, what about the baby?” 

“That baby is stubborn as hell Jack, it is definitely your kid. Everyone is calling them a miracle baby. I told them of course they survived, that baby is an Abbott.” 

“Oh thank God.” He cried pulling Robby back into his arms 

“They said she should be waking up shortly if you wanted to go and see her.” 

“Yes! Thank you Micheal. Thank you so much for everything. I owe you big time.” 

“You know Micheal is a great name for a baby. Could do Michelle if it’s a girl.” He teased as he gave Jack a pat on the back. 

Jack laughed as the two of them walked towards Y/N’s room. 

They had just walked in, when they could see Y/N stirring. 

“Baby,” Jack said as he rushed to her side. 

“Jack,” She murmured as she started to try to sit up. 

“Y/N, you need to take it easy. Just stay laying down.” 

“The baby, Jack the baby. Please tell me…” She started to panic reaching out for Jack’s hand.

“The baby is just fine. Robby called her a miracle.” 

“I did not use the word miracle.” Robby insisted. “I just called her an Abbott. 

“Her?” Y/N smiled. 

“Jack’s convinced it’s a girl.” 

“You are?” Y/n said as she looked up at him. 

“Call it intuition I just feel like that’s a little Michelle in there.” He said as he placed his hand on her stomach. 

Y/N laughed. “Did Robby convince you to name our baby after him?” 

“I just added some suggestions to the conversation.” Robby smiled as he walked over to Y/N’s bedside. “I have to head back, but I’m so glad you are ok. I can’t be down one of my best residents.” He kissed her forehead. 

“I’m going to tell Langdon you said I was one of your best residents.” She smiled . 

Robby laughed. “Call me if you need anything.” 

“Are you ok?” Y/N asked. 

“You scared the shit out of me Y/N.” Jack said his voice cracking. 

“I didn’t think he would actual hurt me.” She said her voice cracking as she gripped his hand tighter. 

“I’m so sorry, I should have gotten you out of there, I was trying to figure out a way to get you away from him but I…” 

“Jack,” She quickly placed her hand on his cheek. “Don’t do that, I know you want to blame yourself but don’t you dare.” 

“I could have lost you Y/N. We did lose you for a while. And it was the closet to hell I ever want to come.” He sobbed as he leaned forward and placed his head on her hand. 

“Oh Jack,” Y/N said as she reached over and ran her fingers through his hair. “It’s ok baby, I’m here.” 

It took a while for Y/N to recover but the minute she was given the go ahead, Y/N was begging to go home. She missed their house, she missed Cooper and she missed being able to fall asleep in Jack’s arms. Jack had taken off 2 full weeks to help make sure Y/N could get all settled at home, although he fully planned on taking off more, terrified that if he left her alone, she may completely vanish. 

Jack had brought her some comfy clothes for her to leave the hospital in, it included her favorite t-shirt of his to wear, and her favorite pair of sweatpants. Both smelled so much like Jack and their home that Y/N felt like she could cry. She couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that her life has almost ended, and she had almost lost everything. 

She tried to pretend she wasn’t affect deeply by the shooting, but Jack could see that she was jumping at every small sound and her eyes were quickly checking her surroundings whenever they went into a different room. She looked just like him. 

By the time they made it out to the car, Y/N’s hands were shaking, she kept expecting to see Driscol turn the corner waiting for her again. 

“Y/N,” Jack said as he helped her into his truck. “Talk to me, what’s going on?” 

Y/N sighed as she reached her shaking hands out to grab his. “I’m so scared Jack.” She said her voice breaking. “I keep thinking something is going to happen, I’m terrified of someone hurting me again or god forbid someone hurts you.” 

“Oh baby.” Jack said as he grabbed her face in his hands. “I am never going to let anything happen to you again I promise. And you don’t have to worry about me, nothing is going to happen to me.” 

“You can’t know that for sure. It was such a normal shift before Driscol showed up. And hell you know that people are just getting more violent. I don’t know how I am supposed to go to work and pretend like I’m not watching my back everytime I work with a patient. And I’m going to lose my mind everytime you go to work, I’m terrified you won’t come back.” 

He recognized and empathized with everything Y/N was saying. It was fears that were already filling his head. He knew that he would be panicked the whole time Y/N was at work, afraid of losing her again. But seeing Y/N having the same fears, really showed Jack how unhealthy and devastating those thoughts were. 

“Y/N, will you consider going to therapy with me. I am feeling the same fears, hell you know I already don’t want you to work while you are pregnant, but I know that you would go absolutely insane without anything to do. I think it would be good for us to talk to someone. I can talk to Dr. Cody and see if he has a couples therapist he can recommend, or if you would rather have someone to talk to by yourself I can see if he can recommend someone for you as well.” 

Y/N leaned into Jacks hands as she brought her hands up to grab his wrists smiling. 

“When did you become so wise?” 

“Someone told me once that you can’t just keep all of your thoughts to yourself, sometimes you have to share them with others, so that way they don’t eat you alive. She was far wiser than me.” He smiled as he pulled her in for a long kiss. 

“Let’s go home.” Y/N said and Jack about ran to the driver’s side of his truck so ready to have her back home. 

As they pulled into the driveway, Y/N as she saw the banner that was hung on the door. It read Welcome Home Y/N. 

“Who…” She started as she looked at Jack tears in her eyes. 

“Dana got Harrison Mckay and Tanner Langdon to make it for you.”  Jack smiled as he leaned over and kissed her cheek. 

“I just…” She said. “It’s beautiful.” 

He quickly hopped out and rushed to her side. 

‘I’m so happy your home baby,” He said as he helped her walk from the car to their front door. 

She could hear Cooper parking through the door, and she couldn’t help but beam. 

“Aww Coop, I missed you too.” She smiled as Jack opened the door and Cooper came barreling at her. 

“Cooper, be careful.” Jack laughed as he bent down to give Coopers some good petss

“He’s ok, he just missed his mom.” Y/N said and she leaned onto Jack so she could pet Cooper. 

“Y/N,” Jack said hesitantly wanting to make sure Y/N didn’t hurt herself. 

“I’m ok Jack. I’m better than ok, I’m back home with my boys.” She smiled. 

“Let’s get you sitting down, Doctor’s orders.” He said as he ushered them towards the couch. “Why don’t I put on one of those trashy tv shows you like.” 

“Hey don’t call them trashy, you know you love them too.” She smiled as he carefully helped her onto the couch, pulling her into his arms. 

The minute they were sat on the couch Cooper came bounding up, snuggling right into Y/N side his head laying on her stomach. 

“He is so ready to meet his sister.” Y/N smiled as she gave Cooper some good scratches.  

Jack couldn’t help but smile, so happy to have Y/N back home and safe in his arms. 

Taglist: @rosewritesitout, @brnesblogposts @emma8895eb @qardasngan @keileighr

[dinolich]

Posted about this on bsky, but wanted to share here as well— Feeling good about how running #HELLAWEENweek went, especially for it being a halloween based comic in the middle of spring. I'd love to run something like this again, maybe October, or same time next year? Idk if it would be as involved in terms of rewards, I've been looking for work since mid January (thanks animation industry) so I had a lot of time to figure out logistics, make graphics, new art, a whole comic… and if I had a job I wouldn't be able to do ALL of that again.

But I liked running it, and seeing fans of the comic so engaged. Tumblr in particular was more involved than instagram and bsky combined, despite having less followers here. You guys really showed up, and for that you are my favorites. I also really enjoy making supplementary stuff from the main story, like the new comic short coming Monday and the Fritz animatic, and want to keep making more. I will definitely need another project to keep me sane while I work on getting book 3 pitched and finding my next animation gig. If you have any thoughts about how the event went, what you might like to see in the future I'd love to hear it. And if you have anything you're trying to organize yourself, tag me or send me an ask, I'm happy to help get the word out.

[aithfah]

Welcome to Am I The Hatchetfield Asshole!

What is AITHFAH?

AITHFAH is a pseudo-role play / fanfic blog, where users will post scenarios as the characters of Hatchetfield using the ask box. Tumblr users will then decide in the reblogs or replies if they’re the Hatchetfield Asshole or not, just like the subreddit AITA. After a consensus has been reached, the post will be tagged accordingly. This blog is RP account friendly!

Rules:

Please, don’t take this too seriously. This blog is supposed to be in good fun! If you’re feeling strong feelings about a certain post and/or feel the need to argue, simply scroll past or block this blog.

As with all rp blogs, hate the character, not the user

This blog is for Hatchetverse characters only. I’ll maybe make another blog for all Starcanwrecked characters in the future, depending on how successful this blog is.

Please don’t post explicit NSFW. This includes kinks/fetishes etc. Allusions to sex / typical Starkid sex jokes are fine, but please don’t post straight smut.

Various headcanons about characters are allowed! This includes LGBTQ, neurodiverse etc headcanons!

Tags:

NTHFAH - Not The Hatchetfield Asshole

YTHFAH - You’re The Hatchetfield Asshole

ESH - Everyone sucks here

NHFAHH - No Hatchetfield Assholes Here

NRC - No Real Consensus

Update! - update post

AITHFAH blog- general blog tag

Check out my main blog @l0st-marblezz !

[rika-mmendmethings]

HELP IM FINDING THIS RN IM SO LATE AND VERY APOLOGETIC ABOUT IT 😭 Anyway, tysmmmm @blessdunrest for the tag, appreciate it very much, lovely 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

Name: While I can't give my name here for some reasons, one of my most used nicknames is Rika and that is why I go by it. In lads, I go by ae-ri which is just the middle part of my name flipped if that makes sense (Im crazy sry)

Vibe: a finance student doing part time internship in a corporate with a heart of literature because my mum is a lit prof. Fridays are the days where I give a damn about the world cuz there's too many files and my manager thinks I'm the second-coming of a supercomputer or shit and can sort them last minute. Always late, never ugly. My jewelry game never misses and I take pride in that. Very bubbly and a yapper until a migraine hits me.

Your favorite trope you'd die for: ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING (or not) Listen I'm probably the most carefree person you could meet but god my reading choices need to wreck me emotionally. Enemies to lovers, second fav period. I suck with a capital S while trying to write it and not get frazzled in the process (Mirage is an example) BUT I do love me a good yummy enemies to lovers. My third favorite trope has to be friends-to-lovers which is basically my love life in a book trope lol. I started reading murder mysteries a lot which also makes it also one of my fav tropes. I have lots and lots of more tropes that I could list here but it'd get too long.

The unhinged fic idea you haven’t written yet but think about daily: Listen fam, I have... lemme count... 21-25 fic ideas for all LaDS leads in my head rn, including series and one-shots. I'm a Sylus and Raf girlie through and through but also love each Ll's characters and wish to write for each one of them in future. Currently, the most prominent one in my head is a Sylus series where reader is a surrogate and ova donor for MC and Sylus' baby and a series of events follow during the one year she lives with the Qin family. I'll write a few filler chapters for this before releasing it.

Trauma dump (optional): My loyalty gets tested a lot and I usually find myself as the only one trying to keep friendships for a little longer. I have trucks of emotional trauma from my family mainly and I try to become more understanding but sometimes it becomes very hard not to break down. It's like this for me: "If I cry, who will wipe my loved ones' tears?" Academics is very stressful especially since I don't usually get that motivational drive but I manage. I have subjected myself to self-harm before when things got out of hand but am finally bringing myself out of that void.

That's all about me. Tell me sum about yourself. Don't really have any tags in mind rn I'm drowsy sry but whoever wants to join, feel free to do so!!! ✗♡✗♡

Tell me:

Your name (or just your vibe)

Your favorite trope you’d die for

The unhinged fic idea you haven’t written yet but think about daily

Or honestly? Just how you’re doing. Be feral. Be soft. Trauma dump in the tags. I’ll probably relate.

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄

[ 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 ]

Hi besties!

Since I'm currently procrastinating on my thesis in the most academically valid way (read: blogging about it instead of writing it), I thought now's the perfect time for a little get-to-know-me post!

Pull up a chair. Bring snacks. Let's trauma bond.

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : Elisabeth Eve (yes, it sounds like a tragid heroine, I'm doing my best to live up to it).

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : She/Her

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 : Pisces ♓—aka: intuitive, emotionally wrecked by fictional characters, would 100% fall in love with a brooding ghost in a crumbling manor. I cry about my own WIPs. No regrets.

𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞 : Haunted victorian literature student, but she owns lip gloss and maybe a sword.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 : Currently writing my english lit thesis on female sexuality in popular BookTok books—which is important, necessary work... that unfortunately requires me to say things like "breeding kink as empowerment" in front of my very, VERY male, very buttoned-up advisor who has definitely never read a romance novel in his life.

Every meeting is a delicate dance where I try to explain why it matters that women are allowed to be horny in fiction—without actually saying the word "horny." Spoiler: I fail every time.

He once asked, with the most innocent confusion, "And... these books... are popular?" and I had to sit there, maintaining eye contact, while explaining the plot of a 500-paged romantasy (with a shadow daddy) that sold out in Target.

The thesis itself? Genuienly about how female readers are carving out space to explore desire without shame. The process of writing it? 60% passion, 40% praying my advisor doesn't ask me to define "breeding kink" again.

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 : Emotinally constipated men. Unresolved tension. Slow burns that drag everyone to hell and back—me included.

My stories are 50% poetic thirst, 30% internal monologue spirals, 20% lace, and 100% repressed longing.

If no one is whispering something devastating in the dark and then losing their entire will to live over a single wrist touch, did I even write it?

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐢'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 :

a 6k Sylus fanfic that was supposed to be "just a drabble" and is now emotionally unwell.

a vampire x reincarnated soulmate novel where no one is okay, least of all me

hydrating like an adult.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞 :

Enemies to lovers but they cry about it later.

"Touch her and die" but he's the one begging for scraps of affection

Lovers seperated by time/war/miscommunication/his repressed trauma

One bed, hand brush, forbidden glance, painful silence that says everything.

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 :

I get emotionally attatched to one line of dialogue and it ruins my week.

I cannot write a single kiss without someone suffering first.

I will romanticize anything if you give me long enough and a vaguely dramatic soundtrack.

I hoard beautiful words like a magpie hoards shiny trash.

Okay but now I wanna know about you.

Who are you? What are you writing? What fictional character is currently living in your head rent-free and eating all your snacks?

Tell me:

Your name (or just your vibe)

Your favorite trope you’d die for

The unhinged fic idea you haven’t written yet but think about daily

Or honestly? Just how you’re doing. Be feral. Be soft. Trauma dump in the tags. I’ll probably relate.

Reblog with your answers, yell in the replies, or just send me asks like we’re already mutuals. Let’s emotionally spiral together 💌

@someprettyname @blessdunrest @wolfofcelestia @lovenstan @tsukiimonster OR anyone else who wants to hop on this little “get to know me” train—please. I’m begging. Distract me before I start monologuing to my thesis again. — Sylus Little Crow (aka Elisabeth Eve)

[henrygrass]

Seven Sentence Sunday

A snippet from one of my WIPs, one I hope to finish in a week or two. Thank you for the tag @heartstringsduet

TK's phone buzzes on the couch beside him, and his eyes flutter open, the bright light of the screen illuminating the room.

He weakly turns his head, blinking at Gabriel’s name flickering on the screen.

It happens in an instant. A tide swells and crashes against his ribs, ruining the delicate balance he so carefully maintained throughout the day—the balance he needs to keep on breathing.

There’s no hesitation. He reaches for the phone and presses the power button, turning it off—silencing the call as the screen blackens, casting his world back into quiet darkness.

“Not tonight,” he murmurs.

However, it’s too late. It rips its way through his flesh, bursting outward in an agonizing upheaval.

The first memory tears through him—one so filled with love that it scorches his skin as it trickles down his cheek.

“Please, not tonight,” he begs, but his mind is already unraveling, obeying the pleas of his waking heart to see Carlos, to feel Carlos.

Open tag &

@emsprovisions @alrightbuckaroo @nisbanisba @welcometololaland

@thisbuildinghasfeelings @lemonlyman-dotcom @decafdino

@bonheur-cafe @carlos-in-glasses @theghostofashton @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@herefortarlos @strandnreyes @carlos-tk @lightningboltreader @sapphic--kiwi

@ladytessa74 @paperstorm @chicgeekgirl89 @ironheartwriter @everlastingday

@carlossreaders @pimento-playing-hopscotch @tellmegoodbye

@neversleepuntilfive @rangersoup @futures-tense @annoyingcloudearthquake

@whatsinthebox @liminalmemories21 @reyesstrand @my-beloved-lakes

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, May 4, 2025

My posts

I am still struggling with the fifth Silent Hill 2 commentary; the video I recorded last week (4/30) also isn't usable. Like, maybe I'll post it on Patreon as an extra at some point, but it is not the level of excellence we strive for here at Cleolinda Industries. Within hours of that, April's parting shot was to knock me down with another head cold, BUT, now that I have escaped its grip (April's, not the cold's. I'm still sick), I may have solved my OBS problems. I DON'T KNOW. WE LIVE IN HOPE. 

Meanwhile, Ian's off in fuckin' Brookhaven Hospital. IT'S. FINE. (I'm in the chat, we figure out some good stuff about the lore, it's a good time.) Also, at the top of his stream, he had sound engineer Andy Sudol on to talk about the differences between the 2001 and 2024 soundtracks. 

Signal boost while we're talking about games: I'm doing really well on light combat in SH2, except for when my neuropathy acts up and my fingers just decide they don't want to participate anymore (it's a good bet this has happened if I start screaming "JAMES WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"), so these mods and resources for disabled gamers caught my eye.  

Reblogs of interest

@mamoru looking out for us on the food safety front

Y'all, I don't know what's going on with Pinterest, but don't breathe too hard right now. An update from Reddit: More news outlets are reporting the sudden mass ban wave these last two weeks

My personal question: how does it actually BENEFIT companies to make their product unusable, though? I understand the answer, and yet, as a person who can think more than five seconds ahead into the future, I completely do not understand the answer.  

This question was also partly inspired by Polygon getting sold/gutted, in the sense of this Reddit reply.

Oh, I wasn't even thinking of Duolingo asserting itself as an "AI-first" company even as people complain that the quality of the app has plunged, so fuck them too I guess

PSA about some scam call techniques

I had to tell my therapist that I was facetiously done with life and everything in it, so I get this post

Good (and cute) news: "you can sponsor your own big beautiful TB- or landmine-detecting rat through APOPO HeroRATS"; "First-of-its-kind lab breeds bumblebee babies to save species from extinction"

Zines: I Am Not Your Asian American Doll

Speaking of Silent Hill 2: "this is how tag searches feel"

"askjeeves how to smuggle 30 naked prisoners (assorted genders) out of vampire mansion time sensitive."

"no, you’re thinking of fusion and fission. Bisexuals result in two nuclei that are identical to the original nucleus. Pansexuals result in four nuclei with half the number of chromosomes of the original cell"

"oh to be the black blob of a cat in vanessa stockard's paintings"

In tough times, there is one thing thou must always remember

All of these are horses

"Goblin learns they have a racist sword": some fantasy ideas

Flip the Frog gets restored

I'm particularly amused by these Vanillary reviews because I have it as a solid perfume and it's fine. 

I agree with all of these expletive/accent pairings.

A feline boo ghost to go with last week's ghost dog photoshoot

"The tribes of Tumblr appeared to worship Apollo as their primary patron deity, most often under the epithet Apollo Spairahemon ('Apollo the Ball-Thrower')"

Video

Wet beast Wednesday: "MOVE IDIOT"

Blumineck has a new approach to the three-arrow trick shot

"i know this is a predator. like a hardened killing machine. tempered by hundreds of years of evolutionary prowess to fine tune him into a living weapon. but"

Finsync

Good guy who talks like a bad guy

I honestly was not prepared for anything in this anecdote about buying a printer

The sacred texts

The iconic "girl… what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀"

Personal tags of the week

I will be adding to "with mama" as often as possible. (You know what? I also need to add to dragons.)

[khaoala]

i really like giffing. i know we talk constantly about people not appreciating gifmakers anymore and how the numbers are dropping and everything which is true, and maybe it's because i'm relatively new at this, but seeing little things that i want to have in my blog edited in a way that i find pretty and it has the captions the way i like, it makes me feel genuinely good even if it doesn't get a lot of notes bc ultimately, i did it for me and i'm happy with it.

[speechless-illusions]

Reblogging this in hopes people who were interested in that fic idea end up seeing it

Thank you all for the encouragement and the interest!! I wrote what would be like 3-4 chapters of that story and I believe I will leave it at that for now, as some simple snippets.

I haven't posted it anywhere yet but my idea is to eventually post it on AO3. I can't say when I'll do it, and it will probably take very long because of a bunch of reasons.

Mainly, because I'm currently studying for some exams that would guarantee me a job for life and I don't want to get distracted (and I know myself and if I post it, I'll feel the need to write more).

Also because I've discovered there was another AI scrapping from AO3 and even though I've locked all my fics for registered users only, I fear they were all stolen and fed to the AI :( So that left me a really sad feeling and I think I won't post more of my writing there for now until I feel more comfortable with knowing that no matter what I do, my stories and my effort will end up training without my consent those AI machines that I hate with all my heart...

But mostly, I want to let those ideas for that fic mature and write when I feel like it, without the pressure I self-impose when I post it anywhere. I think I'll probably end up posting it next year once the SOTR film gets closer, since with some luck maybe I'll have finished my exams and I'll have the Hunger games brainrot again so I'll be able to write and polish it more

So, again, thank you for the encouragement/interest and I sincerely apologise for raising expectations that I can't fulfill for the moment. I'll make sure that, when I post it in the future, I'll post an announcement here and try to tag/contact the people that showed interest!

So... The brainrot got ahold of me and I am writing the "The hunger games but it's in Haymitch POV after the things we've learnt in SOTR plus add a little bit (or more like a lot) of Hayffie slow burn because I want him to heal" fanfic.

Currently 3.7k words in and I've written until the moment Katniss gets reaped. I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep up and write all I want, so it will maybe end up as little unconnected snippets of scenes, but the plan was to at least write the first book in his POV (which will be way less shorter than the book itself, since he's not "on screen" during most of it)

It's basically a lot of connecting what happens in the book with what feelings and memories each moment would bring out of Haymitch and filling gaps of what I think Haymitch would be doing out of scene while the events in the book unfold. And in those "out of scene" parts I add conversations I think he would have with Effie and small details of how their relationship has developed in all those years they've known each other and how they subtly care for each other. Also, I want to mix scenes from the book and from the movie (or mixing some conversations that happen in the book with those ones in the movie if it seems like they could connect well) selecting those I feel give more content for me to write about Haymitch's feelings and thoughts.

I've never posted anything of what I write in AO3 here (since I've never used Tumblr for the fandoms I've written so far) and this will be my first THG fanfic ever, so I'm not sure if I should post an announcement here once I post at least the first chapter or something like that? Would someone be interested in it? Any thoughts or advices on the whole thing?

[uwuinhell]

When your identity issues collide with your feelings of being unwanted ;p

Oops! Loops angst /personal vent!

Only doodle cuz. eepy.

[toaster-fire-art]

I've offically come full circle a decade later since I'm back hyperfixating on the Arthurian legend distracting myself from everything and listening to the same music as my 14 year old self was. But hey at least I have the confidence in drawing them now.

I love them so so dearly I'm going just a little insane, I'm sorry to everyone who doesn't know me beyond my usual fandoms, you have to put up with what rearranged my brain chemistry when I was a kid.

This started as just a few of the knights, Lancelot, Gawaine, and Galahad and then it became: "Oh but then I should draw __" and here we are. My designs are all over the place and I cannot be bothered to actually draw armor I'll die i just want to draw pretty patterns. But I think the mismatch of clothing styles and all that makes it cohesive?

And I'm going with Malroy and T.H White influence as it's what I know best, that being said all the boys have their coat of arms alluded to in some way but you might have to squint.

(my laptop absolutely hates me for this one. imagine exporting a file and then having to manipulate the sizing 3 times for it to even be able to upload anywhere, couldn't be me. I don't even know how to show the full thing..)

[scribz-ag24]

i like this celebi expression from a celebi/dusknoir comic

have some other wips/sketches

[blade-dressed-in-red]

thank you for the tag angela <33

here's a little snippet for a future chapter of dark sun (with as little of spoilers as possible lmao)

I was woken up again to my phone buzzing on the mattress where I had left it, the gnawing feeling immediately returned when I fully gained consciousness. A part of me was hoping it’d be Noah, but I flipped my phone over to see it was Nick calling. I noticed it was 10:36am, and as much as I didn’t want to talk to anybody right now, I knew hearing Nicks’ voice would help soothe me at least a little bit. I answered his call, “Hello?” I croaked out, my voice laced with sleep and rawness from crying yesterday. “Hey Y/N! Are you doing alright?” His usual greeting immediately turned worrisome as he heard my tone. “Y-yeah, I just woke up, sorry.” I unsuccessfully tried regulating my voice as much as I could.  “Y/N.. I know what you sound like when you wake up. This isn’t it.” He stated. I knew he was right, and there was no point in avoiding the topic. It was going to come up eventually. “I.. uh.. I.. Nick, can you please come over?” I whispered into the receiver, my voice cracking at the end. I didn’t want to say the words over the phone, especially not after Noah’s reaction (or lack thereof) last night. I couldn’t handle this on my own.  “Yeah, do you need me to bring anything?” I heard him grabbing his keys, immediately on his way. “N-no. I just.. I need someone.” My throat was burning from a sob threatening to escape, even though my body just couldn’t produce any more tears now. “Okay, I’ll be right over.” But before he hung up, I heard Folio through the receiver. “I’m coming too!” He yelled loud enough for me to hear. I didn’t bother accepting or denying his statement, I just hung up the phone and dry heaved in my bed until they arrived.

tbh this isn’t really 9 lines i just don’t know how to break pieces up sorry :P

no pressure tags: @lil-garbitch @death-ofpeace-ofmind @cxnt-bx-sxvxd (everyone else ik has already been tagged but feel free to join <3)

9 Line 9 People Tag

To say I’ve missed these would be an understatement lol. Thank you for the tag @mrbexwrites here

Tagging: @reginakoilos @goodluckclove @morganthepen @tabswrites @fatelys @irishprincezz (sorry it’s 6 instead of 9)

Here’s some extra lines to make up for it :D

Excerpt from Beneath the Hollowed Ground

I remember when Heather and her mom moved to the trailer park. We were all around ten, Chris and I were weeding his brother’s small garden when an old rusty truck broke our peaceful silence with the crunching of gravel. The truck stopped not far from my own trailer and Heather and her Mom slid out of the back seats. Heather looked a lot different then, though I did too. Her red hair was still in curls and she wore this long flowery dress that reached just above her ankles. An older man I wasn’t too familiar with helped them carry a few boxes into a trailer that had been left empty for a few years, but once the boxes inside, the older man sped out of there like he was being chased by a werewolf or a shifter. It took two weeks before Heather introduced herself to us.

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

drawing your favorite guys being silly is very effective at keeping The Horrors at bay

bonus doc from a different canvas: