#Camping Owen Sound

[kilsythcamping]

Owen Sound RV parks

Now days  Life became more busy,over burdened and loaded with repeatative activities. Same house, same routine job and so on. Want to bring back the missing spark in life ? Take a break and just land at Owen Sound RV Parks with your whole family for a luxurious home away home experience. Its spacious, pull-thru and back-in sites for family of any size and is undoubtably the best RV park in Ontario. 

[corvidaedream]

the urge to make a web weaving type of post using s2e2 of iwtv and passages about kayfabe from josie riesman's book "ringmaster"

[lulunothulu]

“So you think I’m hot?”

Tyler Owens x Reader

Summary: Tyler has gotten on your last nerve and you finally snap, leading to an ego boost on his end.

Contents: light teasing, cockiness, maybe swearing, fluff

A/N: for the sake of this fic, just pretend Kate and Tyler didn’t meet and it was you instead

“So when are you gonna let me take you out on a chase?” Tyler asks from his truck bed. “You know, actually have some fun instead of being a stick in the mud over there?”

You were on your way to your base camp a few cars down, Kate and Javi were waiting for you to give them your report for their data sequencing. You push a loose strand of hair behind your ear before smiling sweetly.

“How about when you acknowledge that what you do is reckless and irresponsible?”

Tyler smiles softly before saying, “Well if I did that, then you’d never join us on a chase.”

You only squint out a smile before rolling your eyes and walking toward where Kate and Javi wait.

“What was that all about?” Kate asks, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Tyler being Tyler,” you say. To Javi, you ask, “So all you guys needed was the report right? I kinda wanna catch some sleep for tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Javi says. “I think we’re all set here. I’m just gonna put it into the computer and then call it a night.”

“Alright, sounds good. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

You begin the walk back toward your hotel room, sighing when you realize you have to pass by Tyler again.

Though you find him aggravating, you can’t help but admire his audacity and fearlessness. The man knows he’s hot shit and uses it to his advantage, playing it off as a high ego.

“Hey, Y/N!” You hear Tyler call out again.

You stop in your tracks and slowly face him, your face schooled in your famous resting bitch face.

“What?” You respond.

“I just wanted to say I think you should smile more,” he tells you, a smirk slowly growing on his lips. “Why don’t you smile for me?”

Your blood was boiling, why the fuck would he ask you that? Why would he say that? And why did your heart flutter when he smiled at you like that?

“Why should I?” You spit.

“I don’t think she likes it when you say that, Ty,” Boone says, popping up from the spot he was squatting at behind the truck.

“C’mon, she knows I think she’s a good looking girl,” Tyler teases, eyes still on you. “I’ve been asking her out for weeks.”

“The look on her face looks like she might tear your head off,” Boone points out.

“Nah, she won’t do that.” Tyler smiles down at you before jumping off the truck and taking a few steps toward you. “She’d hate it if I wasn’t there to keep her on her toes. Besides, look at those eyes, they’re screaming to smile for me.”

You had had enough. It’d been weeks of shameless flirting and teasing from him. Not to mention the disrespect to your career, insinuating that you had a stick up your ass and didn’t know how to have fun.

You were lots of fun. Just ask Kate and Javi. 

“What’s your deal with me, Owens?” You start. “Is there something we need to work out? Because from the moment you laid eyes on me, it feels like you’ve been taking the absolute piss out of me. Constantly teasing me and the way I do my job.”

“Wait, I’m not—”

“Just shut the hell up!” You exclaim. “I’m so sick and tired of your constant teasing and disrespectful comments. And if I wanted to smile for you, I would. Just because we all know you’re hot as shit, doesn’t mean I have to comply to everything you want.”

Tyler only smiles, chuckling a bit.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” You ask, annoyance and anger leaking out of your ears.

“So you think I’m hot?” Tyler asks.

You only blink, thinking back to what you had just said. You squint, feeling the blush creep up your ears and to your cheeks before walking off and yelling, “Oh fuck off, Tyler.”

A/N: Should I write a part two to this? Maybe she finally falls for him?? 👀

PART TWO IS UP!!!

[briefinquiries]

Tyler Owens x Reader: The Storm Inside Your Mind

Request: Anonymous said: "tyler x reader with panic attacks"

Word count: 2k

Warnings: panic attack tw

A/N: obviously stole some of Kate's trauma for this one... I feel like I've written a few fics where reader has panic attacks now, so sorry if this sounds repetitive at all. But as always, thank you all for the kind words, replies, and comments on my work. It's super encouraging and very appreciated!!

The team isn’t chasing today. Instead, you set up the RV and some tents at a campsite, hoping to enjoy what little time you had left of tornado season. 

Tyler gets a fire going while Boone and Dexter drag the camp chairs around it. There’s only half an hour or so left of daylight, and the crew decides s’mores will do just fine for dinner. 

Boone makes a joke about s’mores meeting all his nutritional food group needs, everyone laughs. Tyler settles into the chair beside you, his knee gently grazing against yours to catch your attention. 

When you look at him, he winks. A silent toss of affection. A sweet reminder that it’s you and him, even amongst the chaos of all your friends. 

The sun sets, casting a thousand shades of pinks and purples through the sky. It’s mesmerizing– the evening is perfect. 

It’s amazing how quickly things can fall apart.

All it takes is one note– 

Dani grabs their guitar and begins strumming softly to no tune in particular. Then Boone shouts out a song request that makes your breath catch. You try to be subtle, but you notice Tyler’s eyes lingering on you, because he can read you just as well as he can read any storm. 

You offer him the best, most reassuring smile that you can– and it must be good enough, because he looks back towards the fire. 

You pick at the skin around your nails, because it’s always been a good distraction. But even that isn’t enough when Dani plays the first note– 

“Took my love and I took it down,” they sing softly. 

And then suddenly, you can’t breathe. All you can hear is your best friend asking you to turn up the volume to her favorite song when it had come on the radio only minutes before everything had gone so, so wrong. 

Normally, you can talk yourself down from these moments, you can practice all the grounding exercises your therapist taught you and move on. But you feel the sense of panic creeping up your throat and it’s strong and fast. You don’t think you can deep breathe your way out of this one without anyone noticing.

In a rush, you stand up from your camp chair and mumble something incoherent about needing to go. It’s not very subtle, but it’s all you can manage before stumbling into the RV– aiming for the bathroom. 

Tyler calls your name, but all you hear is the sound of your friend screaming it over the increasing winds as they reached for you. 

From there it only gets worse– 

It comes in waves– memories of Fleetwood Mac still playing from the radio while you sat in the car and frantically tried to decide which way to run– the realization that no matter where you went, the tornado was going to consume you– knowing that the overpass was the worst place to go, but your alternative was remaining out in the open. Your name tumbling from your friend's lips as she begged you to help pull her up the ramp because her shoes kept slipping. The sound of her scream when the chunk of debris sent her flying into the storm. You losing sight of her body after only a second– 

The bathroom door rattles. “Y/N?” Tyler calls with a knock. “What happened?”

“What happened?” your friend’s dad had asked with tears spilling down his cheeks after the officer told them that their daughter was dead. “What the hell happened?” 

“There’s no storm,” you whisper to yourself. “The skies are clear– there’s no storm.”

Tyler calls your name a second time and knocks harder– the door rattles. You grip the edge of the sink and bite down harshly on your lip to keep yourself from screaming. Because despite the calm conditions outside, the storm inside your mind is here– it’s rattling the door and shaking the RV– it’s creating dark clouds, and causing them swirling around in every corner of your body– winds are flying through your stomach and your chest, the air is heavy, it’s harder to breathe– 

You put your hands over your ears and sink to the floor helplessly. 

“Y/N, answer me,” Tyler’s panicked– you can hear it in his voice. “I swear to God, I’m gonna kick this door down–”

You try to inhale– to tell him not to do that– that repairing a door will be expensive. But instead of finding your words, all you can do is choke out a desperate sob. The storm has stolen all your air– it’s sucked it right from your lungs… 

Before you can try again, the entire bathroom shakes when the hinges on the door break loose with a bang. Tyler’s eyes land on you– huddled on the floor, gasping for the breath you can’t find. 

Except– it’s not Tyler. It’s your friend’s dad. He’s come to get you– to kill you like you killed his daughter. 

You attempt to push yourself backwards on the floor, but the bathroom is small and soon, you've only managed to wedge yourself between the toilet and the wall. You try to speak again– to tell him how sorry you are for getting his daughter killed– but you can’t. Clutching desperately at your chest, you heave and heave, squeezing your eyes shut. 

The storm inside your mind causes the clouds to start swirling around chaotically– 

The storm inside your mind rips trees right from the roots– 

The storm inside your mind destroys everything in its path– 

“Baby–” a familiar warm voice cuts through the fog. And then, suddenly, someone grips your knee, causing your entire body to seize. 

“It’s me,” a gentle voice murmurs. "Hey, it’s me.“

Through your foggy haze, you recognize Tyler’s touch– and when you open your eyes, you see him squatting down to get on your level. 

But your knees– you open your mouth to say, except all that comes out is a gasp– a plea for help. 

“Okay, it’s okay. Look at me, baby,” he says. “It’s okay– you’re okay.” 

“I– can’t–” you gasp, your own hands flying up to grip his forearms for some sort of lifeline to reality. “I can’t– breathe–” 

“Okay, okay, okay,” he says. He’s trying to stay calm, but you can hear the uneasiness in his voice. “With me.” 

He gives a deep, methodical inhale before letting out a slow, intentional exhale. “Just do it with me. Slow, like this.” 

He continues, and you try to match his pace– to breathe with him, but it feels like the storm has stolen your lungs– ripped them right out of your chest– 

“Tyler–” you beg, your voice hoarse. “I can’t–” 

“C’mon, with me,” he repeats earnestly. He’s looking at you with terror in his eyes, but you find comfort in their familiarity just the same. “We’ve done this before, you know how to do this.”

“I– I–” you stammer, but the words won’t form. 

“Shh, with me. Everything’s okay. I’m here. We’re both okay,” he assures you. His gaze is just so tender and soft and careful while his thumb grazes your cheek. 

“I- I can’t-” you choke again, “Please–”

“Shh-” he soothes. “Look at me, nothing else, just me.”

Your wide, desperate eyes meet his. You don’t say anything, just shudder and gasp frantically.  

“With me,” he repeats.

Tyler slow and calming, in and out breathes. After a few seconds, you latch onto the sound, mimicking it, and then finally follow along. 

“There you go,” he whispers.

Your facial features slowly start to relax as you’re able to breathe properly.  Without your loud, choking sobs, you’re able to hear your heartbeat pounding in your chest frantically.  

“Good job,” Tyler sighs. “Look, it’s just you and me, we’re okay, we're both safe–” 

But he can’t even finish his sentence before you lean forward and reach for him. Tyler takes advantage of your gesture and quickly grips under your arms, yanking you from the corner and pulling you forward. He sits back on the floor, back resting against the door frame while he rests you on his lap. As soon as he’s settled, you wind your arms around his neck– desperate and longing for some sort of comfort. 

Strong, sturdy arms wrap around you as you hide your face into his chest. You breathe him in, letting his familiar scent wash over you. The sound of his heartbeat races in your ear (bum, bum, bum, bum). It reminds you that you’re both here– right now. Not stuck in an underpass, not chasing a tornado. But here– on the floor in the RV bathroom. 

“It’s okay,” Tyler soothes. Upon feeling your shaky body pressed against his, he squeezes tighter. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here, I got you.”

You melt against him in response, bunching the fabric of his shirt into your fist, trying to communicate just how badly you need him to hold you right now. 

And that’s exactly what he does— until you can finally breathe on your own again. 

And then the wave of guilt comes.

Suddenly the realization of everything hit you– what a basketcase you’ve been, running off like that, having a meltdown in front of everyone– you probably scared the shit out of them. And then there’s the door– broken right from the hinges. 

Slowly, you pull back. 

“Are you okay?” Tyler says before you can even open your mouth. He brushes the strands of loose hair from your face.  

You exhale a deep, shuddering breath that you can feel down your entire body. “I’m okay,” you say, your voice raw. 

“Baby, you don’t have to run from me when you’re having a panic attack. I’m here for you, you know that.”

“I know,” you whimper. “I know– I’m so sorry– I didn’t mean to freak out–”

“Shh. Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay,” Tyler says. “You don’t have to apologize. I just– I want you to come to me when you’re struggling. I want to be able to help you.”

“I just—” you start, but you stop when you notice how choked up your voice sounds. You take a slow breath. “I can't think clearly when they come. All I could think about was getting away. I didn't want to scare you– I wanted to prove to you that I was doing better– that I wasn’t going to freak out all the time. But it–” 

As soon as you feel the tears burning behind your eyes, you dig the heels of your palms into them frustratedly, like you were physically trying to push them away. 

“It was the music. That was her favorite song.” You didn’t even have to say your friend’s name for Tyler to know what you were talking about. “I just�� I heard that first note and I panicked– I just felt like I had to get away.” 

Tyler nodded in understanding. “You don’t have to hide from me,” he whispered. “Next time, you drag me to the bathroom with you and we’ll get through it together, okay? I think that’ll save us many doors in the future.”

You exhale a puff of air, your best attempt at laughter. 

“I’m just sorry you have to deal with me all the time. You have enough on your plate,” you groan, rubbing your tired eyes. 

Tyler sighs. “Baby, I drive around and chase tornadoes– shoot some fireworks into the air when I’m really feelin’ it. I think I can handle being there for you on top of that,” he says. “I love you. And I want you to be okay, always. That’s all I’ll ever want.”

Nodding slowly, you lean forward and rest your forehead on Tyler’s chest. 

Strong, warm arms anchor you to safety. You hold on to Tyler– letting the sound of his heartbeat (bum, bum, bum, bum) block out any noise from the raging storms inside your mind. 

[cowboybeepboop]

Maybe a Tyler owens x reader where reader used to date Javi but they broke up and is now dating tyler but Javi and reader get to talking and it makes tyler jealous and smut plzzz like maybe he gets so jealous he fucks reader and makes the reader moan loudly so Javi can hear or sum like that

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut, romantic and fluffy

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: jealous and possessive Tyler, unprotected sex, Tyler teasing you, hickeys, riding him.

a/n: I love writing possessive/jealous characters, there's something so hot about a jealous man 😣 As always, hope you all enjoy! Send requests my way if you have any <3 Also would anyone be interested in like an Anyone But You type smut? Just about Glens character obvi 😍

The rain had stopped, leaving behind a serene calmness in the parking lot. Puddles shimmered under the glow of the streetlights, casting a soft, rippling light across the asphalt. You sat on the hood of Tyler's storm-chasing truck, your trusty laptop open on your knees. The rhythmic tap of your fingers on the keyboard was the only sound breaking the quiet. Tyler's silhouette danced in the beam of the headlights as he worked tirelessly with the team, inspecting the truck for any damage from the recent chase.

"Hey, Y/N," a familiar voice called out as the wind rustled the leaves of the solitary tree in the parking lot. You look up from your laptop screen, squinting against the setting sun. Javi, your ex-boyfriend, leaned against the hood of his weathered van, a smirk playing on his lips.

You shut your laptop with a click and walked over, extending your hand. "Javier," you greeted, keeping your tone light. "Long time no see."

But Javi didn't take your hand. Instead, he pulled you into a warm hug. "I've missed you, Y/N," he murmured into your hair. You felt his arms tighten around you for a second before releasing. "How's life been?"

You stepped back, smoothing your shirt and took a deep breath. "It's been great," you said with a genuine smile.

Javi grins widely, his eyes roaming over your body. "You look amazing, as always." He says, looking you up and down.

He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face as he takes a step closer to you. "Remember when we used to chase storms together? Good times.."

“Thank you Javi,” you watch his movements curiously. “Yeah, I remember. We used to spend a lot of the time on the road, camping out..” you trail off, thinking back fondly. Javi chuckles, his eyes full of mischief.

"Yeah, we did a lot of... camping." He steps closer, his hand resting on your hip as he looks down at you. "We also did a lot of... other things," he adds, his tone suggestive, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your hip.

You take a small step back, creating distance between the two of you. “Yeah, uh.” you glance back at your boyfriend, gesturing towards the towering figure of Tyler, who was checking the radar nearby. "This is Tyler, my boyfriend."

Javi's smirk falters slightly as you introduce Tyler. He glances over at Tyler, sizing him up before returning his gaze back to you. "Boyfriend, huh?" He asks, his tone carefully neutral. He crosses his arms over his chest, a hint of a frown on his face. "How serious is it?"

“We’ve been going out for a couple months..” you smile softly, “We’ve also been chasing storms together too.”

Javi nods, his face betraying nothing. "I see." He looks over at Tyler again, his eyes narrowing slightly before turning back to you. His expression is a mix of annoyance and something else that you can’t quite identify.

He steps closer to you, his body now inches away from yours. He leans in, his voice low so only you can hear him. "Does he satisfy you the way I did?" You gasp, eyebrows furrowing as you move away.

“Javi, what are you doing?” your arms cross under your chest, looking up at him with a firm expression.

Tyler's head snapped up from the radar, his gaze sharp and focused on the two of you. He took a step closer, his jaw tightening. "Everything okay over here?" he asked, his tone casual, but the protective stance was unmistakable.

You looked at Tyler and gave him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, everything's fine," you said, your voice steady. "Javi and I were just catching up."

Javi's gaze flicks to Tyler for a moment before returning to you. "Yeah, just catching up," he repeats, his tone nonchalant.

He glances back at Tyler again, sizing him up for a second time. His eyes linger on the way Tyler is standing close to you, the protectiveness written all over his face. A flicker of annoyance passes over Javi's face.

Tyler's eyes narrowed slightly, and you could see the tension in his jaw, but he nodded. He stepped closer and gently pulled you by the waist, bringing you to his side. He leaned down to press a kiss into your hair, the gesture warm and possessive. "Good to hear," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Javi's jaw clenches as he watches Tyler pull you into his side, the kiss an obvious claim on you. He looks at you, his eyes darkened, but not with anger. Something more primal.

He takes a step closer, his body tense. "You seem pretty attached to him," he says, his voice low, a hint of jealousy lacing his words.

You felt a flicker of annoyance at his tone, but you held your ground. "What do you mean by that?" you asked, your voice steady despite the emotional turmoil stirring inside you, feeling Tyler's grip tighten as he holds you closer.

Javi's eyes darkened even more, his grip on his arms tightening until his knuckles turned white. "I mean, you seem really into your new boyfriend," he says, his voice tight. "I remember a time when you used to look at me like that."

“Javi.” your tone is firm, “It *was* really nice catching up with you.”

Javi raised an eyebrow, his eyes still locked on Tyler. "Is that so?" He looked you up and down, his expression unreadable. "Well, I'm happy for you, Y/N. You always did deserve the best."

With that, he turned and sauntered to the entrance, leaving you and Tyler standing in the parking lot, the air thick with unspoken tension. Tyler watched as Javi sauntered away, his eyes narrowing as Javi looked back and smiled at you.

Tyler clenched his jaw as he watched Javi walk away, his grip on your waist tightening instinctively. He was still bristling from the conversation, the memory of your ex-boyfriend's attempt to flirt with you playing in his mind. He turned to you, a possessive glare in his eyes.

He turned to face you, his eyes still dark with anger, his hand still holding onto your waist. “Ty..” you murmur softly, noticing his irritated gaze. Tyler's hand falls from your waist as he crosses his arms, eyes focused on you.

Tyler's eyes roam over your face, the irritation still evident in his expression. He can't help but feel protective and possessive after the interaction with Javi. "What the hell was that about?" Tyler's voice was sharp as he spoke, his eyes scanning over your face. He couldn't help but wonder what you two had been talking about before he had intervened.

The way Javi had touched you, the way he had stood so close... It had set off every possessive instinct Tyler had in his body. But he tried to keep himself in check. After all, you weren't his to touch.

“It was nothing, he was just saying hello.” you smile at him, hands moving to his sides.

Tyler sighs, the frustration and possessiveness inside him calming down just a little as you wrap his sides. The feeling of your touch is soothing, but he can't shake off the images of Javi touching you, standing too close... He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions.

"Just saying hello, huh?" he mutters, his voice still tinged with irritation. "Javi is a damn flirt. He was practically all over you."

He takes a step closer to you, his chest now inches away from yours. "Why were you letting him get so close to you like that?"

You pull him with you, toward your room, not wanting the rest of the team to hear you argue. Javi smiles, “Oh looks like our rooms are next to each other,” you glance over at him.

“Looks like it,” you say awkwardly.

Tyler's jaw clenches as he sees Javi smile at you, annoyance and a hint of jealousy flaring up inside him again. He follows you into your room, closing the door behind him with a little more force than necessary.

"Y/N, why didn't you push him away when he was getting in your space like that?" he asks, his voice taut. "You're my girlfriend. You shouldn't be letting other guys touch you like that."

“I know,” you sigh quietly, “I *was* trying to move away, I told him about you so I figured, I thought he would back off of me.” you chew on your cheek, pressing a soft palm to his chest as you gaze up at him.

Tyler's irritation fades a bit as he watches you press your palm against his chest, your gaze soft. He brings his hand up to cover yours, intertwining your fingers. He takes a deep breath, trying to tame the possessive beast inside him.

But then, he asks the question that's been nagging at him since seeing Javi flirting with you. "Do you still have feelings for him?" he asks, his voice hushed.

“No, of course not.” your eyebrows furrow as you look up at him, “Tyler don’t even suggest that. You’re the only man I have feelings for, the only man I want.”

Your firm denial calms Tyler down like a wave of cool water on his hot temper. He takes in a deep breath, your words sinking in. Hearing you say that he's the only man you have feelings for, that he's the only man you want, feels like a soothing balm to his possessive side.

He looks down at you, his eyes softening as he covers your hand with his own, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Good,” he murmurs, the tension in his body easing. “Because I don’t like the sight of another man touching you like that.”

“I’m all yours love, don’t worry.” you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Tyler lets out a low hum, pulling your body flush against his. His hands slide up to rest on your hips, his grip tight and possessive. He dips his head down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck.

"You're damn right you're mine," he mutters against your skin, his teeth nipping softly at your pulse point. You let out a soft gasp, relaxing into his touch, feeling his lips leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your neck.

“Ty..” you moan his name as he sucks a dark mark into your collarbone. Tyler growls in response to the sound of his name on your lips.

The possessiveness inside him flares up, wanting to mark you as his, to claim you as his own. He continues to kiss and bite at your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys along the sensitive skin. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough and low. "Say my name again."

“Tyler,” you moan, leaning your head to the side while you unbutton your shirt, giving him more access.

Tyler's eyes darken as you unbutton your shirt, revealing more of your skin to him. He immediately dives in, his mouth trailing along the exposed flesh of your neck and collarbone. He sucks and nips at the skin, leaving another mark right below your collarbone.

"That's it baby," he mutters, his hands gripping your hips. "Say my name like that again. Let Javi know who you belong to." His possessiveness sends shivers down your spine.

“Ty, please… More..” you gasp, feeling him press you into the mattress. That's all he needs to hear. Tyler's restraint snaps as he pushes you down onto the bed, his body hovering over you. His eyes roam over your exposed chest, taking in the marks he's left on your skin.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. He lowers himself down onto you, his body pressing against yours as his lips find your neck once more. He leaves a trail of kisses, his hands gripping your shirt, pulling it off your body.

You move your hands to his belt, swiftly pulling it away, fingers fumbling with his jeans button and zipper. You're desperate to feel him against you.

Tyler's breath hitches as you tug at his jeans, his hips arching into your touch. He watches you, his eyes dark with desire, as you struggle with the button and zipper. The need to be closer to you is overwhelming him.

"Impatient, aren't we?" he teases, his voice a low grumble. He places his hands on yours, guiding them away from his jeans and pinning them above your head. "Not yet, sweetheart."

“Please, Tyler,” you groan, squirming under him impatiently. Tyler smirks at your impatience, his grip on your wrists tightening.

He leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "Patience, gorgeous. We'll get there." He presses his hips down against yours, pinning you to the mattress.

He takes his time, planting kisses along your jawline, down your neck, and across your collarbone. His hands roam over your bare skin, his touch rougher than before, his need for you clear.

“Tyler, quit being such a tease.” you arch off the bed, pressing into him desperately. Tyler chuckles at your pleading, clearly enjoying your eagerness. He glances towards the wall, knowing full well that Javi is probably overhearing everything.

"Oh, so you want me to be less of a tease, huh?" he asks, his lips just barely touching your ear. His hands move down to the waistband of your pants, his fingers tracing the edge, but not dipping any further. "Well, when you're begging so nicely..."

Tyler's possessive side is fully unleashed now, his need to claim you as his own all-consuming. Feeling you squirm under him, desperate for his touch, only fuels his desire even more. He revels in the way you say his name, the way you arch into him, desperate for more.

Your chest heaving, your chest flushed with desire. He moves his lips to your ear once more, his voice low and deep. "Beg for me more."

“Tyler please,” you whine his name, thighs pressing together with your growing desire.

Your whining, desperate tone only fuels his desire further. He watches with satisfaction as you squirm and arch under him, your thighs pressing together, desperate for friction. "Please what, baby?" Tyler's deep drawl sends shivers down your spine. He's enjoying this, the wait, the tease.

He rolls his hips against you, pressing into you just enough to tease you but not enough to give you the relief you're desperate for.

“Give me more,” you moan, face contorting with pleasure as you try to move your hips against his. “I need more..”

The sound of your moan, combined with your desperate attempt to grind against him, sends a wave of desire coursing through Tyler. He tightens his grip on your wrists, holding you in place.

"You want more, huh?" he grins, his voice low and gravelly. "You're gonna have to be a little more specific, sweetheart. Tell me exactly what you want." His eyes roam over your body, taking in every plea in your expression.

“Tyler,” you whine, looking up at him with desire. “Touch me, fuck me, please..” you gasp his name, body arching into his.

As soon as your words leave your lips, Tyler can't hold back anymore. His restraint snaps completely as he leans down, teeth nipping at your neck, his hand gripping your jaw.

"That's what I wanted to hear." His voice is a low growl, his breath hot on your skin. "I'm gonna give you exactly what you're begging for."

His lips find yours in a deep, hungry kiss, his body pressing down against yours with a newfound urgency. His hands roam over your body, desperate to feel every inch of you, hands moving back to your pants. He tugs them off of you, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing over your bare skin. He presses his hips against yours, grinding into you while his lips find your neck once more.

You pull Tyler's shirt over his head, revealing his muscular chest, which is already slick with sweat from the intensity of your encounter. Your hands are shaking with desire as you fumble with his belt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. Tyler's eyes darken with lust as he watches you, his own hands moving to help you with his pants.

The sound of your zipper echoes through the room, and he groans when your hands finally wrap around his hard length. He moves to hover above you, aligning himself with your slick heat, the anticipation making him growl. "You're so wet for me, baby," he murmurs, his voice thick with need.

You arch your hips up to meet him, silently begging for him to fill you. He doesn't disappoint, pushing into you with a slow, steady rhythm that has you gasping and clutching at the bed sheets. The sound of your moans, mixed with the rustle of the sheets and the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance, is music to his ears.

He's claiming you, making sure Javi—and anyone else who might be listening—knows that you're his. And as Tyler's thrusts become more urgent, as he marks you with his passion, you realize that you wouldn't have it any other way.

Tyler's movements become deliberately slower, each thrust calculated to hit that perfect spot inside you that makes you moan louder. His eyes never leave your closed ones as he watches the pleasure build on your face. His hand moves down to cup your breasts, rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he continues to move in and out of you.

The sound of your muffled cries fills the room, and he knows that Javi can hear every single one. The thought sends a thrill through him, a possessive urge to show your ex exactly who you belong to. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a deep, claiming kiss as he picks up the pace, his hips slamming into yours with a ferocity that echoes your own need.

Your moans grow louder, muffled by Tyler's mouth, and he can feel your body tightening around him. He knows you're close, and he wants to push you over the edge, to make you scream his name so that Javi can't mistake who it is that's making you come apart in the next room.

His hand slides down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, and you arch off the bed, your nails digging into his back as you scream into his mouth. He feels your walls clench around him, and with a final, powerful thrust, he releases his own climax, filling you completely.

The sound of your muffled cries of pleasure are the sweetest victory, and Tyler knows that Javi can't possibly miss the message—you're his, and no one else's.

With a smoldering look, Tyler lays back on the bed, his strong arms flexing as he pulls you on top of him. His erection is already at full mast, a testament to his unquenchable desire for you. You straddle him, the heat of his body warming your damp skin. You line up his hardened cock with your entrance, feeling the tip nudge against your wetness.

Your eyes lock with his, the intensity in his gaze setting your soul on fire. Slowly, you lower yourself onto him, inch by glorious inch, feeling him fill you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and you moan softly as you take him in. Tyler's hands grip your hips, guiding you as you begin to move at a leisurely pace.

His eyes never leave yours, the possessive hunger in them unmistakable. Tyler's eyes flash with excitement, and he bucks his hips up into you, the sudden movement making you gasp. You continue to ride him, your movements growing more erratic as the pleasure builds. Tyler's hands move to your breasts, tweaking your nipples, his thumbs circling them in time with your moans.

His hips move in a steady rhythm, meeting yours, driving you closer to the edge. Each time you think you can't take it anymore, he changes the angle, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You lean down to kiss him, your tongues tangling together as your bodies move in a silent symphony of desire.

Your movements slow as you lean over, gasping in pleasure as you come closer and closer to orgasm. Tyler's eyes never leave yours, the intensity in his gaze never wavering. His hands move to your hips, guiding you with gentle but firm pressure, ensuring every stroke is as deep and satisfying as the last.

You can feel the heat of his breath against your skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath yours. The sound of the rain outside mingles with the steady beat of your hearts and the slick sounds of your bodies moving together. Each time you gasp or moan, Tyler's name falls from your lips, a sweet symphony of need and surrender.

His thumbs trace delicate circles on your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you like the storm outside. As you reach the peak, your eyes lock with Tyler's, and you know that in this moment, you are utterly and completely his. You let go, your body shuddering with the force of your climax, and he follows you over the edge with a loud moan, his grip on your hips tightening as he empties himself into you.

The room fills with the scent of sex and the sound of your mingled breaths, and you collapse onto his chest, boneless and spent. Tyler wraps his arms around you, his heart thundering in time with the storm outside, his breathing ragged. You lay there, entwined, basking in the warmth of his embrace.

The world outside is dark and chaotic, the storm raging on, but inside your room, Tyler holds you close to him, seeking refuge from the world around you. He runs his fingers idly through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing.

He lets out a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest under your head. "You know, I hope Javi heard that," he says with a hint of smugness.

You laugh softly, tracing circles into his chest. “Of course you do,” you murmur into his skin.

Tyler grins, his chest rumbling with another chuckle. "Can you blame me?" he asks, his hand moving down to squeeze your hip. "I don't like the thought of another man lusting after you. But he heard you, begging and moaning for me."

[quillandink22]

Richard Speight Jr (Skip Muck) Owen Ross Interview: Funny moments/anecdotes.

Boot Camp:

He "spent every waking moment" with Scott Grimes (Malarkey).

Dale Dye chewed out the whole battalion for reporting their injuries to production. Richard turned to Scott during this and said "Man Captain Dye is really getting it from the rear." (This was his favourite memory from boot camp) (Dye always referred to the production team as the rear or battalion HQ.)

Still calls Peter Youngblood "Shifty".

Filming:

The actors did all there own stunts. The mortar squad actually set up the morters on set.

The Crossroads scene in Holland, where Skip hits Penkala with a spoon, wasn't scripted. "Me just bugging the living crap out of Tim Matthews." (I don't remember this scene: my sign to rewatched the series)

The celebration after they received their jump wings was originally longer. (They need to release all these deleted scenes).

They dressed in a tent every morning and marched down to set like soliders.

"Nine months into the thing no one knew who the hell they were."

The Parasites

Micheal Cudlitz didn't lie. Richard got a parasite infection TWICE. He described the set as "not the cleanest environment."

Noel Hemmings (Charles Grant) also got the famous parasites.

Richard said he lost so much weight filming that when he returned home his friends assumed he'd developed a "heroin habit."

I paused to laugh at this:

Eion Bailey (Webster) lit his jump boots on fire after filming. (This has to be the most David Webster thing I have ever heard. The Dramatics.)

Since the show:

He still meets up with Scott Grimes and Tim Matthews.

He got to keep his whole costume. (I think he deserved it)

He's only ever watched the series once. "Was so emotionally intense."

Honestly, I feel like all the actors are mildly traumatised. It honestly sounds so intense and then the pressure of portraying an actual person as well.

[marvelstars]

Anakin and Slavers

"His undoing is that he loveth too much"

George Lucas

One thing that I always liked about George´s work in relation to Anakin and slavery is how out of the left field he and Dave Filoni wrote Anakin´s relationship to the people who owned or saw him as a property at one point or another and yet it makes total sense for his character.

For example kid Anakin has no doubt that Slavery is horrible and at 9 he is actually working towards developing technology to help free his Mom, friends and himself from it. He hates with capital H the fact those people have control over the life and death of other people but at the same time he has great compassion and kindness which his mother helped nurture. This along with the fact that Watto was the only adult male figure who was around during his early chilldhood, this complicated his feelings towards slavers in a very tragic way.

Anakin feared Watto´s violence and didn´t for a moment doubt he would have been willing to sell off his mother or him if the customer got to a big enough price but at the same time he listens to his advice when he travels to the dune sea to do his work with the jawas and his pov is almost as important as his Mom´s, in the novelization of TPM Anakin remembers not to talk to strangers or to get close to Tuskens Raiders camps thanks to Watto´s advice.

So in Anakin´s mind, Watto is someone he fears but also someone he takes advice from, respects to a point, sometimes gets sassy to and actually listens to almost as a father figure BUT at the same time he has no doubt he would activate the killing chip if he tried to escape.

Pain/abuse/fear mixed with care/advice(sounds familiar?) Anakin knows slavery is awful but he can´t help but see Watto as a person because of who Anakin is, Annie is a kind and understanding person and to point may justify Watto as a "Man of bussines" and "Not as bad a other masters" "It could be worse" but he definitely doesn´t trust him in the same way he does his mother, she is blood, she is family. He and Mom are a team.They shared their secrets.

The first time Anakin saw Watto again after being freed, he was a Jedi with training, almost a knight and the first thing he does to the guy who beat him and his Mom some years ago is to ask him if he can help with the ship parts Watto is working on because he noticed Watto is struggling and his bussines is falling down compared to how it was when Anakin was a kid. When Watto noticed who Anakin was he didn´t reject him and accepted his congratulations but keep himself appart, hoping to learn about his mother whereabouts.

When Watto told Anakin he sold Shmi, Anakin doesn´t have a reaction, he takes Watto´s justification of "I am sorry Ani but bussines are bussines and anyway the person who bought her freed her and married her" Anakin doubts it´s as good a picture as Watto is talking about but he takes his justification and leaves.

When he meets Owen, Beru and Cliegg he sees they are indeed nice people and the reason for his mothers suffering is something completely different that they were not able to stop so he doesn´t blame them for her fate. When Anakin lost his mother it was only natural for him to seek a family, someone he could share how he really felt and his secrets, he could not be part of the Lars family but Padme was willing to love him so she became his new confirmed family, right along with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka but while he had to show himself different to them, he didn´t had to do that with Padme, just like he did with his mother.

In the clone wars Anakin shows again this complex view of slavers with Queen Miraj Scintel, the cartoon goes out of it´s way to show she looked at him as pretty property and he didn´t let her forget that and actually it was strongly suggested he may have been raped by her at some point to keep safe Obi-Wan, Rex, Ahsoka as well as the people they wanted to save while he got enough soldiers to stage their rescue. Anakin had a plan the whole time just as he did as a kid so he keep his cool even when he saw another slave choose suicide over keep being under the control of Scintel. Yet in the end when the Queen was killed by Count Dooku Anakin felt sorry for her, he could not help it.

So this mix of rejection/anger/hate/disgust towards slavers mixed with pity/understanding which is something that was part of what made Anakin a good person gets used agaisn´t him in his relationship with Palpatine.

He first shows himself as the father figure Anakin thought he could find in Qui-Gon before he died a better father figure than Watto had been, a father figure that didn´t reject this title like ObiWan did, Palpatine did this to get his trust as a young child and later young adult and then he showed himself as the real sith master he actually was, Palpatine knew that Anakin wasn´t a stranger to be treated as property by people who showed themselves as good advicers or somehow not as bad as others despite their actions. So Anakin´s initial compassion, kindness and understanding for people that abused him is played agaisn´t him to make him fall to the darkside and chain himself again to another worse master who didn´t just seek to use his skills and body but who wanted his soul as well.

And the same reasons why Anakin justified Watto at first when he was a young kid also applied to Palpatine, he may be a sith but he ran the Republic better than those corrupt politicians, he isn´t a perfect Emperor but in Padme´s absence he is better than the alternatives. He isn´t as bad as a master and anyway I deserve this because I fell to the darkside and nobody can come back from that, if he abuses me I got this coming because I choose this and he still teaches me the ways of the force, he rescued me from Mustafar when Obi-Wan left me to die and he didn´t have to, he is all I have left.

So once Anakin´s voice died down Vader was left with many reasons to say to Palpatine "What´s your bidding my master?" because in his mind master isn´t a word that contradicts father and Palpatine became his father in all but name, this makes George´s words about Anakin fatal flaw being the fact he loved too much make complete sense and it´s a tragedy.

[stargirlsmooch]

secret

abby anderson x fem!reader

when you're stressed out of your mind and turning into a little bit of a brat, your girlfriend puts you back in your place... shame no one can know about her. smut + fluff + a little angsty! 18+ 2.3k words.

!r is owen's sister, a world with no apocalypse coz yay, pussy spanking, fingering, a whole lotta love, sweet abby, dom!abby, kinda mean!abby too!

The frustration was mounting inside you- he never listens. Owen had promised that he wouldn’t invite anyone over, that he wouldn’t make too much noise, and that he would let you study in peace. So why couldn’t you?

He and his friends set up camp in the living room, covering every square inch of space and forcing you back up into your bedroom, away from the little haven you had been cosied up in on the couch. All day, you had been minding your own business in that little slice of focused heaven, your laptop perched on your lap and study notes floating around you… Then he came and messed it all up.

You were one for routine and comfortability- being forced out of that had made your head spin. Now, your sheets and notebooks were in complete chaos thanks to him, all crumpled and jumbled, making your jaw clench in anger uncomfortably.

Just as you were about to sit down at your desk and sort through the chaos, you heard the front door open, a glass smash and the overwhelmingly loud voice of your brother- “Abby! Fucking finally. Get over here.” 

Abby Anderson.

You couldn’t help the little lovesick smile that graced your lips as you heard her voice, kindly greeting all her friends and ensuring everyone was okay. She was always so sweet, even though there were a lot of people who didn’t believe she was. It was her rare smile and muscled physique that made people a little standoffish. 

The two of you had been in love with each other for so long that you couldn’t even remember when it started. From the moment you saw her, you wanted her… but so had your brother. 

And so that’s the driving reason (or excuse) your love for her was still a secret. The fear of shattering Owen’s heart was a constant nagging worry in the back of your head, stopping you from smacking a sweet kiss on her lips everytime you saw her. 

That justification lasted for a few years, kept your kisses private and your moans quiet until Abby had grown tired of it- she wanted to grab you and sit you down on her lap whenever she needed to, she wanted to kiss you in public, she wanted to let the headboard pound against the wall whilst she showed you just how much you meant to her. 

But she knew how much Owen meant to you, and he meant a lot to her too; a brother to the both of you. But that’s all he’d ever be, that’s as far as Abby’s feelings for him could reach.

After managing to last an hour with their obnoxious pandemonium, it got too much; it clanged around in your ears and drilled into your brain every time you tried to put pen to paper. The copious amount of deep “calming” breaths you took did nothing to stop the little bead of anger expanding in your stomach.

You convinced yourself that you were just going downstairs to get yourself a glass of water, your real motivation wasn’t to give Owen a stern talking-to and try to signal Abby up to your room… definitely not.

With every thump of your slippers on the carpeted stairs, your headache got bigger, their commotion growing so loud you winced as you slipped past them and into the kitchen where Owen and Abby were stood bickering about how to fit all the beer into the fridge. They were so engrossed in their little booze-war that they didn’t hear you come.

“Hello…” you said, drawing out the greeting to give them a greater chance of hearing you (over all the fucking noise). 

Abby turned around almost instantly at the sound of your voice, trying her hardest not to let her eyes wander away from your stunning face as she noticed your braless chest in her periphery… suddenly her mind was plagued with memories of you, your perfect heavy breasts bouncing in her face as your slick pussy swallowed her strap all the way to the hilt. She always loved how your head would tip back and a breathless moan would escape whenever she sucked hickeys onto your delicate skin.

“Hi, Abby.” You spoke again, watching her eyes focus back in on your face, her sweet smile pointed right at you.

“Hey. You doing okay? You’ve got that big exam tomorrow, right?” she questioned, trying to distract her brain but not bothering to turn back and continue her conversation with your brother. Instead, she met you in the middle, leaning against the counter next to the sink as you grabbed a glass and began filling it. 

“Mhm… trying to get some last-minute studying in but… you guys are kinda loud.” You said, whispering the last part of your sentence in the hopes it wouldn’t come across as too harsh (and that Owen wouldn’t hear you).

Your wishes never came true.

“Jesus… would you stop bitching? Put your headphones on or something.” Owen cut in just as Abby was about to compliment your hair, picturing the way your cheeks would always blossom into a pretty pink at her sweet comments. 

“Owen,” Abby said in warning, watching your little smile dim into a straight line and a frown overcome your face. She wanted to wrap her strong arm around your waist and pull you into her chest, letting you rest your head in her neck.

“What?” 

“Don’t be an asshole.” 

“I’m the asshole? She’s done nothing but-”

The door into the hall looked more appealing with each passing second that you looked at it, just thinking about being in a room where Owen was not almost made tears of happiness peek out at the corners of your eyes. So you made your way out of the room and back up into yours, the faint and continuous bickering slowly dying out until you managed to close your door and it went completely. 

Of course, Manny’s raucous screaming hadn’t been drowned out.

It was just as you were climbing onto your bed and opening up your laptop that you noticed your door had reopened and Abby was leaning against the frame, her biceps bulging underneath her long sleeve shirt, the cotton perfectly sculpting her arms. 

“You okay, sweetie?” she asked, closing the door and turning the lock before she sauntered up to you, standing by the edge, just out of reach.

You nodded your head and gave her a brief smile, before turning back to your laptop and typing in your password. Abby sensed the sensitivity surrounding you, climbing up onto the bed and sitting just behind you and resting her head on your shoulder. 

Turning your head, you gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, then laid your cheek on the top of her hair, letting it tickle your face as she squeezed your thigh with a gentle grip. Abby picked up her head a few seconds later, her gaze zeroing in on yours before it dropped to your lips, a little bruised from your anxious nibbling.

“You worry too much.” She murmured, too entranced by your beauty to speak properly. Abby leaned in and slid her tongue over your bottom lip, teasing your mouth open so she could properly cover it with her own.

Just as you were about to draw back and defend yourself, you heard your laptop slam shut and felt two hands grab your hips. She pulled you up and into her chest, like she thought about earlier, as she laid back on your bed. When you were comfortably straddling her own hips, she placed her hands behind her head and looked up at you, laughing at your cute annoyed expression.

“And you’re a distraction.” You whispered, leaning down to get another kiss, your wet lips needily slipping over hers as her hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. 

Your own hands wrapped around the sides of her head, holding her still so she had no way to escape the assault on her lips: you bit her bottom one hard, before flicking the top one with your tongue. The minute contact made her whine, low and deep in the back of her throat as you turned your attention to her cheeks, placing sweet little kisses on any free space you could find.

“Kiss me right.” She complained, giving your bare thighs a rough smack. You leaned back and shuffled forward, so your hips were placed directly above her stomach, and you could feel the ridges of her abs against your most sensitive parts.

Abby’s complaints ceased when she felt you rock against her, the warmth from your pussy leaking through the fabrics that separated you two. She leaned up on her elbows, wanting to offer her girl more pleasure, leaving her body for you to use. Once she heard that first pretty little moan slip out of you, she couldn’t stop herself from reaching for the hem of your shirt and forcing it up and over your head.

Closing your eyes, you felt her hands skim your front gently, from your shoulders to your stomach, then back up to your breasts that were wrenched free from the constraint of your bra; the cups pulled down away from your flesh as Abby sucked a nipple into her mouth. You took your hands from her neck and reached behind you, unclipping your bra and throwing into on the floor.

“Feels good, Abs.” You whimpered, as she gripped both your breasts harshly, squeezing them and licking at both of your nipples. You released a breathy moan when you felt her teeth dig into your sensitive skin. “Fuck…”

“Take these off, baby.” Abby helped you out of your little shorts, taking your underwear with them as you leaned back and let her yank them down your thighs. You sat between hers, facing her with your hands gripping the duvet by her ankles, your legs closed and knees up to your chest, blocking her view from your slick pussy. 

She held still, waiting for you to reveal yourself to her. But you wouldn’t.

When Abby reached forward, hands wrapping around each of your ankles, you pulled back further, her grip slipping off of you.

“Take off your shirt… then I’ll think about opening my legs.” 

Your girlfriend raised an eyebrow in disbelief, then grabbed your ankles again, this time managing to pull your legs apart and haul you back towards her so your ass was nestled perfectly between her thighs.

The force of her pull made you lose your balance, your back hit the bed and you laid there defenceless with your legs spread open. Abby landed a harsh slap on your pussy, her hand coming away dripping with your juices as a pained scream quietly rushed out of your mouth.

“Fuck, Abby.” 

“Don’t you ever try and hide this from me.” She ground out, her jaw clenched in anger as she pinched your clit harshly between her fingers, watching your puffy little hole leak. Abby slipped her finger inside you easily, picking up your wetness, before pulling away and sucking it clean from her skin, tasting you. 

“More, baby. Fill me up.” You begged, lifting your hips up off the bed, chasing her fingers.

“Anything for my sweet girl.” 

You felt the sheets growing wet beneath you as Abby rubbed your clit in small circles, slowing her pace whenever your moans got too loud or you got too close. She couldn’t take her eyes off of you; your pretty face blushing as you squeezed your breasts, the heavy flesh spilling out between your fingers and driving Abby insane.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” Two fingers slipped inside you, up to the hilt, unforgiving. The delicious stretch around her made Abby plunge them in and out at a ruthless speed, drawing loud moans from you every second. Your volume grew with every thrust, you couldn’t control it.

You could feel your high growing deep in your tummy, slowly flooding downwards as Abby scissored her fingers inside of you, stretching out your sensitive hole until it was almost painful. You leaned up to grab her wrist, to slow the torture, but you were met with another cruel slap against your sensitive skin.

Abby ignored your pleas, continuing her sweet torment on your pretty pussy, forcing you closer and closer towards the edge with every circle she drew on your clit.

“My girl. Aren’t you, baby?” She asked, punctuating every word with a rough thrust into your fucked-out walls. 

“Mhm, yeah- oh fuck- all yours, Abs.” You breathed out, moaning loudly at another severe spank. “I’m gonna cum.” 

Abby pushed harder, went deeper, rubbed faster; anything to get her perfect girl to where she needed to be. You clenched tightly around Abby, flawless white cream leaking out around her fingers, making her moan quietly at the sight.

It gushed out of you unexpectedly, soaking your soft inner thighs, as well as Abby’s hands. Your last moan peaked at the top of your voice, filling the room as she pulled you up and into her chest, letting you ride out your high in her arms.

“Oh my god.” You said, taking your time to catch your breath as you rubbed your hands up and down Abby’s back- the feeling of her muscles under your palms putting a secure feeling in your chest. I’ve got you.

“You feeling better, baby?” Abby asked, hoping she had at least relieved some of your stress.

“Mhm… much better.” The two of you pressed your foreheads together gently at your admission, closing your eyes, stealing gentle kisses whenever you felt like it and saying little ‘i love you’s. 

Held in your little dream world, neither of you heard the fury-filled footsteps until it was too late and your door was being pounded on- “What the fuck are you two doing?” 

[nicohischierz]

you’re on your own kid: hughes sister

a wide smile fixed itself on your face as you heard the sound of cars pulling up in the driveway. the sound could only mean one thing.

your brothers were home.

immediately, you ran outside to greet them. the last you saw all your brothers were during summer last year. seeing as jack and luke were getting ready for playoffs they couldn't make it to your graduation and quinn got held up in vancouver.

never the less, you waved at your brothers and offered them a large smile. only to be brushed aside as they discussed what to do once their friends arrived.

once summer had officially begun, the lake house was filled with jack's teammates and luke's teammates with quinn inviting a handful of friends as well.

to you, it felt weird how one second your younger brother would need your constant help with everything but now that he moved away he barely acknowledged you.

jack always tends to forget his siblings when he's around his friends. it wasn't something he did on purpose but subconsciously he wanted the two separated.

quinn was the only one who made an effort to make you feel welcome. that's how you found yourself sitting beside your older brother around the fire.

"you ever think of leaving?" he asked. the question was purely innocent but it was one that you had pondered on for a long time. it took one glance around you to realise that if you left michigan you didn't know when you would see your brothers again.

you were home alone. again.

your brothers and friends had found a party to attend and left. whilst you weren't necessarily planning on joining them as you had an interview, it would have been nice for them to acknowledge you.

"y/n/n, you're going to miss your flight if you keep waiting for them," your mother pointed out. you didn't want to believe that your brother's would forget today.

today was the day you were leaving.

the day you followed your dreams and you only wished they were here for this day like you were for theirs.

but alas as you scrolled through instagram one last time, you caught sight of your brother's on their boat laughing with their friends without a care in the world.

You're on your own, kid You always have been

the words only fully sunk in when you moved into your new house. you had always been y/n hughes, sister to luke, quinn and jack hughes, hockey superstars.

but now you were y/n hughes, trainee athletic trainer for the buffalo sabres.

you had time to get settled into your job during training amp where you met some of the sabres prospects. but as training camp started, you knew you were in for a ride.

you followed your supervisor as he ran through all the current injuries in the team and the players who liked to frequent around the trainers just in case something happens.

it had now been two months with zero contact from luke and jack. quinn would drop short messages, reminders to be good to your parents and not to overwork yourself.

did he not know you graduated? or that you had moved to a different state and gotten a job?

but at least he reached out to you.

working for the sabres meant that you would be working owen power again. the tall boy had taken it upon himself to introduce you to his new friends.

one that stood out to you was jack quinn.

it wasn't the fact that his name was composed of two of your brother's names. no. it was because he had frequented your instagram likes.

"are you okay?" he asked one day. you just nodded and wiped the tears from your eyes.

the season was in full swing and the sabres had been in the top five. of the standings for the past three months. they had won all but one preseason game and they were scoring big numbers.

jack quinn had become a frequent visitor of yours as he came to you for different stretches before warm-ups. he had gone as far as including you in his pregame routine.

you thought you and jack had a good relationship.

the two of you would go out for dinner together or grab a cup of coffee whenever you were free. but your heart shattered the moment a picture went viral of him with another girl.

so there you sat in your apartment

alone. again.

[t4taletyler]

Noah(TDI) and Queer characters in media.

In 2007 Teletoon premiered Total Drama Island, Apart from that cast was Noah. Noah quickly became a fan favorite along with Cody in the episode 'The Big Sleep' where Noah is shown to be kissing Cody's ear in his sleep, The two wake up and freak out. They quickly run away from each other.

This becomes a running gag of sorts, As in the episode 'Haute camp-ture' We see all the characters who got voted off this far in the show at the resort Playa Des Losers.

We see Noah featured in some of these scenes in the episode, As Noah is describing his experience on Total Drama Island he says he's gotten nothing out of it and that it was completely uneventful to him. We see Izzy pop in and say, "He kissed a guy!" The two bicker back and forth about whether it happened or not, Trent rebuttals Noah's no's with "He totally did" and then shows a flashback to Noah and Cody kissing with Noah saying he has no comment. We see this gag again in Total Drama Action in the Aftermath show, We are introduced to the people who didn't end up making it on TDA. In Noah's introduction, we are shown a clip of him kissing Cody AGAIN. They are also shown sitting with each other in a lot of the TDA aftermath segments.

One question I have is why is this gag shown over and over again? In the episode where it came from it didn't move the plot along, it was just a few-second gag. I feel as if this was hinting at Noah being gay, Freshtv who was producing the series has made gay characters before in their other show 6teen. I firmly believe that Noah is queer-coded at the very least. When Justin is introduced to us in episode one of Total Drama Island we see Noah, Owen and Trent all swoon over him much like the girls

In the Total Drama flash game 'Oh No U Di'n't' we see Noah say this about Cody

Though this saying can be said by any of the characters in the Flash game about Cody it sounds the most like Noah, especially with his sarcastic voice. Noah's personality is also a gay stereotype, at least in the first three seasons. In the 2000s typically gay men were depicted as feminine, sassy, and sarcastic. We can see this in TV shows such as Sex in the City and the movie The Devil Wears Prada. Noah emulates a lot of these traits with his sarcastic personality and how sassy he is. He is also depicted as skinny and having a 'girly' scream, shown in the special Total Drama Drama Drama Drama Island.

A lot of these scenes are played as a joke as LGBTQ+ representation was very hard to find that wasn't played as a "haha funny" moment.

In Celebrity Manhunt we see Cody and Noah parallel two straight pairings in this scene. We don't see Noah actually smile a lot but the times he does we see him with men such as Cody,Alejandro and Owen

(aftermath show)

(Newf kids on the Rock)

(I see London..)

On FreshTV's now-deactivated Tumblr blog, they said in response to an ask about Noah

This along with the existence of Nemma (Noah x Emma from rr) has always confused me, Why would Fresh TV go back on their character and suddenly change him to be less sarcastic and sassy? I think if they addressed Noah's queerness they would get backlash because he is A stereotype of a gay man BUT! I think the way they did it was actually more harmful to the queer TDI community. It made a lot of Noco,Alenoah and Nowen shippers face backlash till this day. Now with the TDI reboot we finally have two canon queer characters that are dating which is exciting and I'm glad they fought so hard to keep them but i think this was a way to pay their respects to characters they couldn't make queer like Noah and Owen.

Final Notes/TLDR;

Noah is a queercoded character that wasn't allowed to be queer which still hasn't been answered to this day. I hope with future seasons of total drama we will get more queer rep!

[serickswrites]

Lonely Place of Longing XIV

Master list link here (includes chapter links, character bios, and summary)

Warnings: nausea, threat of death, threat of harm, captivity, manipulation, betrayal, kidnapping, emotional abuse

Halle checked her pack twice as she sat in the helicopter. She hated this type of flight. It made her nauseous. The last two helicopter flights she took, Dylan had sat next to her and rubbed circles on her back. It had been the only thing kept her from throwing up.

Now, just the thought of Dylan coming near her made her nauseous. She was glad that Dylan had teleported ahead with a handful of the team, including Thomas, to stake out a rendezvous point, leaving the rest of the team to travel to the site six hours away via helicopter. It was going to be a long night.

Halle was proud of herself, she made it the entire flight without vomiting. As she carefully climbed out of the helicopter, taking care to keep her head down to brace against the gusts of air blown her way by the other helicopter that touched down a few hundred yards form her, Halle looked around. Thomas had wasted no time setting up several tents as a command post.

“You’re over here,” Thomas said as he saw Halle hoist her huge pack higher on her back. “You’ll share with the other medic.”

Halle nodded. She didn’t mind sharing. It was the others that didn’t want to share with Dylan. Halle barely wanted to share with Dylan. But if she could, then the others could, too.

She did another cursory glance to see where the weapon in question was. Dylan sat on a rock on the edge of camp, staring out into the darkness. He didn’t acknowledge the bustle of the team moving around him. He just sat there, arms folded across his chest, staring out into the dark.

“He’s not helping set up anything? All of this could be done in a matter of moments if you let him.” Halle had never seen Dylan set up a Tectus camp before. Dylan was always relegated to sitting and watching. It always seemed so wasteful.

Thomas shook his head. “He needs to conserve his energy. Owen is going to take everything he has.”

Dylan suddenly rose and stretched his long, lanky body. Halle could see he was uncuffed. See he was at his most dangerous. How did anyone trust Dylan? Didn’t they know Dylan was monstrous both inside and out?

“We should get moving, Thomas,” Dylan called loudly. “Owen’s status has not changed. We should capitalize on this.”

“Stay here, Halle. You, the other medic, and four team members will remain here. We will radio if we need aid.”

“Yes, Thomas.” Halle tapped the radio on her belt. “I’m just a call away.”

Halle watched as Dylan hurried off into the dark silently. It was eerie how silent he could be. The rest of the team that followed made some sound, though they were quiet. But Dylan was truly silent.

She had grown accustomed to waiting on missions. More often than not, Dylan didn’t need healing on the front line. He was usually able to make it back to base camp or even wait until they all returned to Tectus before he needed to be healed. Halle regretted not bringing her book with her. She had declined to join the others in the command tent for a poker game, opting instead to inventory all the supplies she had packed and the other healer had packed. She was sure that she would need some of these tools at some point, there was no way she wouldn’t. Owen was the second most powerful living weapon. It was not a question of if, but of how many people would need to be healed.

“Aren’t you a precious little mouse,” a deep voice came from the edge of her tent. “I shall take great joy in eating you.”

Halle whirled around to see a tall, lean man standing at the edge of her tent. He had dark hair, but the same icy blue eyes as Dylan.

“Owen,” Halle whispered. This was not good.

Owen smiled. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Halle. I can see why Dylan is interested in you. He always liked small, precious things.”

“He will find you,” Halle said as she pressed their radio to the open channel, broadcasting everything in hearing range to Thomas.

“That’s what I’m counting on, little mouse.” Owen stalked closer as Halle tried to step back. He was close enough that Halle could see how deep the scar on his right cheek was. “That’s exactly what I’m counting on.”

Halle didn’t even have time to scream as Owen’s fingers closed around her wrist and her world suddenly went dark. She could only hope that someone would stop Owen before he ravaged the others.

***

Dylan squinted through the dark. He had been tracking Owen in the dark when suddenly the trail had gone cold. Owen was silent in his head. Where are you? Why hide? You have been wanting this.

Dylan froze as he heard Thomas’s radio crackle to life. No. How could I have been so stupid? This was all to lure me away. “We need to hurry back.”

“No shit,” Thomas said as he turned around.

“We can still save her,” Dylan said as he held out his hand. “I can get us much closer faster. We still have a chance.”

“I’m not letting you waste your powers on that,” Thomas said coldly. “We can make it back soon anyway. You are only to use your powers to track and kill Owen. Besides, the longer you take to track Owen, the longer you spend outside Tectus. And the longer you are free.”

Dylan's heart thundered in his chest. “You were never going to set me free, were you.” How could I have been so blind? I am so stupid. I have led everyone to their deaths. I am vile. I am weak. How could I have believed any promises you made?

“No,” Thomas said with a smirk. “But you knew that. But we will let Halle go. So long as you deliver Owen’s head on a silver platter to the Authority. Halle will get to live and you will continue to be our instrument.”

“I could destroy all of you.” I will end Samuel. I will end all of you if Halle dies. My life is nothing without her. She made me feel alive for the first time in a century. She needs to live. I will end you.

“But you won’t. Because Halle will die if you do. Face it, Dylan, your life ended when you became a living weapon. Don’t let Halle die because of the choices you made, too.”

Dylan stopped moving forward. I will make you a new deal. I will do as you order. But you will let Halle go, no matter what. “The terms of our agreement have changed. I will destroy Owen, but then Halle goes free. I make no guarantees for your safety, or anyone’s safety. But Halle will go free.”

“We have a deal,” Thomas said grimly. “I only expect you to end Owen. That’s it.”

Dylan turned back to where he had been headed—to Owen’s compound. It is to be war between us, Owen. I will rain hell down upon you. You will regret taking Halle. You will regret harming her. And you will regret the day you broke free.

Tags: @beomsstudio @mousepaw @keeper-of-all-the-random-things @eyehartart @corbytheking

@seysposts @cosmic-butterflys @wormjerky @godnessofmagic

@daddyslittlestgirlll

@thatlittlefirestarter @defire @jthecalmone @shook-skull @sagencrafts

@theforeverdyingperson @bilightningwhumper @cryptid-potato @fox-fox234 @deepfriedpan

@4-err0r-4 @half-duck @bigmiki @amberconnverse636 @penguin4473-blog

@abbyreader23 @lateuplight @firelan @octafi @paingoes

@xo7-parad0x @whumpandcomfort @kazekunai @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe @soul-of-a-local-bard

@dragonkales @kitarajy-kari @carosbee @celestialsoyeon @knightinbatteredarmor

@kay-kayxb177 @alwaysjaywalking @decayanddie @demetercabingreen-thumb @never-enough-novels

@whump-a-bear-workshop @sizzlingtigerwerewolf @urmum-11 @velcrostrip @rattypop

@lexiebiss-blog @whumplump @geozone430 @jumpywhumpywriter @hufflepuffwritingstuff2

@anightmarishwhump @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @st0rmm @ay5ksal

[seulszn]

Meet Your Camp Counselor

welcome to your First Camp Experience we hope you have a wonderful time but before you do you have to Meet the Counselor’s that will be with you for the next few weeks:

Ellie

Cabin: B4

The Kids wanted to call her Dad (because she sounds and dresses like a boy) but she wanted to be the Cool Aunt.

Cabin Mascot The Newt’s (Ellie named them cause it’s her favorite reptile)

Cabin Chant: Who are we?! We are the Newts, Who are we?! We are the Newts we shoot we score!

Y/N L/N

Cabin: B1

The Kids call her Momma bear

Cabin Mascot Blue Bunnies (Like the Ice-Cream Y/N was thinking about Ice-cream when thinking about the mascot)

Cabin Chant: B1 is where we roam hop, hop, hop to the blue bunnies home

Dina

Cabin: B1

The kids call her Mommy

Cabin Mascot Blue Bunnies (Like the Ice-Cream Y/N thought of it)

Cabin Chant: “B1 is where we roam hop, hop, hop to the blue bunnies home”

Owen

Cabin: D1

The kids call him Dad, at the moment he doesn’t even question them anymore.

Cabin Mascot: Skibidi Toilet (A kid thought of it and started to cry because Owen said it’s not a good mascot he doesn’t even know what a Skibidi Toilet is)

Cabin Chant: D1 is the best rest we have a toilet and a door!

Manny

Cabin: D4

The kids call him grandpa, he doesn’t know why

Cabin Mascot: Lion (it’s his favorite animal)

Cabin Chant: We are the king! What? We are supreme! What? We are the Lions here our scream!

Jesse

Cabin D1

The kids call him Mom, He thinks it’s funny so he doesn’t say anything

Cabin Mascot: Skibidi Toilet (A kid thought of it)

Cabin Chant: D1 is Better then the rest we have a toilet and a door

Abby

Cabin: B2

Kids call her Dad (she doesn’t wanna be called that and tried to tell the kids it ok to have two moms)

Cabin Mascot: Owl (she saw one on the way to camp and thought about having it as their mascot)

Cabin Chant: Who are we?! Who- Who Owls we win, we don’t lose. What?! Who are we?! Who- Who Owls we win, we don’t lose!

Nora

Cabin: B2

Kids call her Mom (she thought it was funny to be mom so she blurted it out that she wanted to be called that)

Cabin Mascot: Owl (Abby thought of it)

Cabin Chant: Who- Who Owls we win, we don’t lose. What?! Who- Who Owls we win, we don’t lose!

Kennedy

Cabin: B4

Kids call her Momma she thinks it’s weird but their 4th, 5th and 6th graders so she doesn’t say anything

Cabin Mascot The Newt’s (Ellie named them)

Cabin Chant: Who are we?! We are the Newts, Who are we?! We are the Newts we shoot we score!

Well we hope you have a great time at camp Waskowitz, if any problems happen please talk with your camp counselor or the camp manager. Don’t forget that this is the camp that changes everything.

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Thirteen: Princess and the Frog

You were bored, out of your mind. So bored that you had started to juggle which wasn’t something you had done since you were maybe three.

Your mothers had sent Duncan and you to an acrobat camp because your fathers wanted you to get stronger in your upper body.

The tiny rubber spheres flew into your hands and back up again with practiced ease. You were so caught up in watching them fly you didn’t notice the chocolate covered underwear that just flew in front of you. But then you did. 

Your eyes quickly found the redhead responsible. “Harold, what the hell.” You let the balls fall into your hands and you had half the mind to throw them at the boy. Despite his protests you walked away now annoyed.

But before you could get very far you heard Chef Hatchet on the speakers calling you to the dock of shame.

The way he was talking didn’t have you excited. 

As you lightly jogged over to the dock you saw your green-haired devil who was walking on his hands beside Geoff. “Hey cutie.” You resumed juggling. “Hey darling.” Duncan said as his hands felt the difference from the grass to the hard boards. 

“Just kiss already, geeze.” Geoff rolled his eyes as you all lined up. 

“You call this proper formation!” Chef Hatchet was losing his absolute mind. His stick whapped everybody no matter what they were doing. T

he stick hit Duncan’s arms making them fall down, you noticed his body tense. Memories of his father were surely coursing through him. “No fun?” Chef yelled, sounding confused on why the balls were in your hands and he quickly threw them in the water, his stick hit your thigh making you stand on both legs at attention. 

You were going to start yelling.

“Shut up.” Duncan hissed beside you, he was not going to let you lose your cool on Chef, not today. You both had gone to a million military schools. You’ve had worse teachers than this. One lady actually had fourteen-year-old Duncan and you ran fifty laps while carrying twenty pound bags.

Do you want to know why?

Because you asked when lunch was.

“Today’s challenge will not be an easy one. In fact I do not expect everyone to come out alive.” Chef yelled into the megaphone making the sound ring in your ears.

When faced with trauma people deal with it in a multitude of ways. Some revert into a submissive state, some fight back with a vengeance, some deal with it with laughter, some turn themselves off.

Duncan and you were the last too. 

Your mind was quiet and your face went blank and you had a rigid posture.

Three years ago

“You are a grown adult so act like it. My training will make you stronger than you ever were before, youngling.” The man got close to your face and spit flying across your cheeks, you nodded.

“We are fourteen? The only thing making us stronger is milk… sir.” Duncan winked and the man hit him across the face without a second thought.

Duncan on the other hand was… pissed.

“My orders are to make sure every baby here drops out of my boot camp. Except one.” He yelled through the megaphone and your eye twitched. “The last one standing wins immunity for their team.” He whipped Owen.

Then he began down his set of rules. “Yes, Master Chief.” God, that sound was too familiar, you cringed at your words. 

The first challenge was to hold a boat over your heads for as long as physically possible. But Chris wanted you to do another monologue bit in the outhouse.

—

“I am an obedient soldier. No matter if I want to or not.” You muttered staring at the camera, you held your hands as if trying to wring the sweat out of them, your leg shaking anxiously. You were trained at a very early age. Your wants, and needs? Didn’t matter. “

—

Master Chief explained the rules of the challenge and Gwen watched as Duncan directed you towards the canoe, his hands were on your hips as if you were blind and couldn’t see. She noticed that there was something going on in your mind. Some unseen battle.

You lifted the canoe above your head and had to laugh when Owen and Geoff thought this would be easy. 

—

“Come on you sissies you’ve only been at it for three hours.” Chef yelled at you and you noticed how weak the other team was becoming. Duncan had an abusive father, and you’ve had to take care of a man who was supposed to take care of you since you were five. You were beyond used to pain.

Geoff caught Harold's underwear.

Harold took his hands off the boat. 

What a stupid, stupid, man.

“Is there a problem here?” Chef’s head bent down to look at you spit flew on your face and you almost lost it right there. This was too familiar.

—

The moon was bright above you.

Duncan had his chin tucked into your collarbone. He was snoring softly. He knew you wouldn’t fall, you never did. Lindsay on the other hand, lost the challenge for her team as she rang the bell. “Wake up, tiger.” You whispered as your team dropped the canoe gratefully. “I’m up, I’m up baby.” Duncan’s voice was filled with a rasp that made your heart skip a beat.

Chef and Chris had you all go to the cafeteria and you stared at the trash cans in front of you. “You remember when my dad didn’t give me money to buy food that month after my mom died, so I had to eat from the trash.” You chuckled into your palm smiling at the memory. “Fucking racoon.” Duncan laughed much to Courtney’s horror.

“You’ve got ten minutes to eat before night training.” Chef announced. 

The entire camp groaned at the mention of night training. Duncan shook his head and you wanted to start shaking with laughter. Gwen asked a VERY obvious question. “Where’s the food?” 

“Right here. At war you take what you can get!” Chef smiled, taking a lid off the trash. The rancid smell filled the room.

It was probably good that you were getting used to not eating. 

You went with Duncan as he pranked Harold for throwing the underwear at you. He gave him kitchen grease. Which was probably deadly but it’s okay. You rolled your eyes as Harold spit out the drink. “This is why you don’t have a girlfriend, Tarun.” You put a hand on your hip.

“Okay look, I know you like me sweetheart. He knows you like me, everybody knows it.” Duncan leaned close, wrapping his arm around your waist causing you to smirk, booping him on the nose.

“So here’s a tip. You want to kiss me? I might let you.” He winked and you rolled your eyes blowing him a kiss. “In your dreams, baby. But don’t let me stop you from dreaming.” 

Geoff gave Duncan a look as you went back to talk to Bridgette who had asked you to help her do something with the trash.

“Oh you're in love aren’t you man?” Geoff noticed the look the green-haired boy gave you. “None of your business, blondie.” Duncan ran a hand through his hair.

—

You were having dance classes at two in the morning.

By a man in military clothing.

Still not the strangest thing you’ve done to be honest.

You looked to your side but Duncan had disappeared, he reappeared next to the boom-box and turned it off. Chef screamed at him. “Tarun what are you doing?” You yelled at him.

“If someone drops out, we’re done for the day.” Duncan said matter of factly. “You're done when I say you're done.” Chef yelled, ordering him to do 20 pushups. 

That’s strange.

Duncan does one hundred pushups every morning. 

(Juvie habits)

“Anyone else have something they want to say?” Chef challenged the campers surrounding him. Gwen went to the restroom. Suddenly before you could stop yourself you raised your hand. Chef raised an eyebrow as did Duncan. You didn’t ever challenge authority.

“Can I do twenty as well?” Your face broke into a small smile and Duncan almost leapt with joy. 

Chef ordered you to do twenty and you bent down next to the boy. “Oh my days, did I just see a certain girl disobey her superiors? When did you learn how to do that?” Duncan smiled as he did his twenty in sync with you.

The music continued.

“I do a lot of things for people I have crushes on. Thought you knew that, Tarun.” You winked and he had to stop his twenty because did you just say what he thinks you just said?

—-

Chef put you in the cafeteria again and he ordered you to write a three-hundred-word essay on why ‘he was the best’. You’ve had a lot of vain people be in charge of you. But that’s a whole other level.

It was three a.m, by the time everyone was done. 

Honestly your essay wasn’t even about Chef Hatchet.

It was about the idiot beside you.

Just instead of writing Duncan you put ‘Master Chief. It worked, it worked REALLY well actually. “She’s my new favorite.” Chef declared. “Teacher's pet.” Duncan yawned and you smiled innocently.

Duncan of course had to challenge the teacher.

God he never grew up.

You of course had to save him. “No, he’s going to go right to bed.” You dragged the boy away from the sergeant. “If you get eliminated I am going to murder you.” You jabbed a finger in his chest. “Didn’t know you cared, doll.” Duncan yawned again, he was amazed you were still up.

“I don’t. But if we lose this challenge because you are a rebellious idiot I will eat all of your hair gel.” You said. Duncan smirked, you talked a LOT of nonsense when you were tired. “Just don’t get yourself killed because I will make sure your mother beats you if you do.” You kissed his cheek and went to splash some water on your face.

“I love her.” Duncan muttered.

“No, really, bro?” Geoff rolled his eyes.

—

The next challenge was to complete a death-defying course in one minute. There was something familiar about this course which you didn’t remember until you were jumping from one head to another as you raced up the wall.

You were twelve the first time you did this course

Five years ago

“It’s unfair, really.” Duncan laughed as he watched you fly through the obstacle course which was made for grown adult men. “How so?” The counselor looked at him mildly confused, this was supposed to be a punishment drill.

“Acrobatics have always been her favorite thing.”

Duncan did extremely well on the course, he did it slowly on purpose, just so he could grate at Chef Hatchet’s nerves, which earned him one night of solitary confinement. 

He wasn’t even scared of the punishment. He was scared of what his stupid mind was going to conjure up for him. 

—

At dinner, breakfast, lunch, you don’t know anymore you're dead tired. You stirred the mush that was your food before declaring. “I’m going to go check on him. Idiots should not be alone for that long.” You stood up and Geoff smiled at you.

“Does little ole Y/N, have a crush?” he asked. “Clearly, now shush or I’ll gouge out your eyes. Ciao!” You winked when the boy paled.

You used your phone's flashlight to find the door to the boathouse.

“Oi, tiger, you in here?” You called out into the darkness before your eyes adjusted, you saw Duncan smiling at you though it was obvious he was shaking. “Heya princess, come to claim your kiss?” He winked.

“Actually yes, maybe you’ll turn into a prince. I brought food.” You handed him the bowl as you sat down.

“I prefer bait.”

You giggle rolling your eyes. “I hate how I love your laugh.” He said in what you believed was mock amazement. It indeed was not. “I don’t get you, Duncan. How do you egg adults on like that?” You had to laugh. That was your number one fear. Adults.

“You're the one that doesn’t make sense. You're so free when it comes to kids our age. But the second it's an adult you clam up, and turn into a soldier, it’s crazy.” Duncan laughed in bewilderment. “I think it’s because I’m so used to taking care of them.” you shrugged your shoulders.

“You wanna ditch the shack for some pb&j’s?” Duncan asked.

“This isn’t you just trying to get me to eat, is it?” You leveled a fish as if you would smack him with it. “No? I’m hungry too, it’s not always about you.” he said quite dramatically. (He was just trying to get you to eat)

You snuck into the counseling tent and stole a bunch of food.

Also alcohol.

Lots.

—

You were sharing the food with everyone. Duncan and Geoff were busy pranking Harold so he didn’t notice how many drinks you had. (Five shots of vodka to be precise) You were grabbing another one and before Bridgette could protest you chugged that one too.

“That was a mistake.” 

You quickly threw the contents of your stomach over the railing and Duncan walked out feeling a mild sense of worry.

“So the perfect soldier can be a kid sometimes too?” He smiled holding your hair back. You smiled clearly, still a bit drunk as you sat back up.

He gave you a bunch of peppermints. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been free like that, tiger.” You giggled. “I just want more.” You sighed wistfully.

“You could always give me that kiss, princess.” He cupped your chin smiling. “Are we sure that you're my type?” You questioned ruffling his hair and he leaned into your hand.

“Enjoy a funless life then.” He smiled dramatically, turning his back on you. “Enjoy prison, I’m sure the army would love to finally have me.” You smirked.

--

|Trending on X right now|

#whatishappening

#isthisheaven

#PRINCESSANDTHEFROGOMFG

#imcryingtheyaresoperfect

#madeforeachother?

--

“Oh you’d never leave me. Who’d make you laugh-” He whined his eyes shut and just like that you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss, a long one.

“Lucky for you we’ll never find out, baby.” You kissed him one more time and skipped away.

“LET’S GO MAN!” Geoff, Duncan, and DJ were losing their minds.

You smiled. Unbeknownst to you, Harold had been watching you, and he wanted revenge on Duncan… but from the side..? You look like an exact replica of Courtney.

The next challenge was a bore. All you had to do was hang upside down. Duncan got out first, weirdly enough. This was something you had practice with. You loved hanging upside down. It felt strangely amazing.

That was for the first thirty minutes. But after having a lot of alcohol. You have to come down.

So you guys lost.

At the campfire that night the strangest thing happened…

Courtney was voted out!

Duncan and you were confused.

Geoff and Bridgette were also confused.

Harold smiled.

[total-drama-brainrot]

What if Geoff wasn't the nice, chill surfer party dude who had no problems with anyone and was friends with everyone?

No, nobody can be that nice. No teenager can be that okay with every person in the camp. No, Geoff hid it. It was a common tactic he used to get people not constantly pissed at him before (it was just annoying). Pretending to be this dumb party dude fooled everyone into believing he was that because why would you ever question HIS motives? He's just a dumb party dude!

But pretending was so, so hard. You see, he had to pretend he liked these people.

Too hard.

And one day, he slipped up.

Interesting. So Geoff's friendly demeanour and sufer boy energy is all, what, a ruse he uses to portray himself as less of a threat in the competition?

It would be an effective game plan; Geoff makes it pretty far into the game in Island, and a lot of his survivability stems from his social strengths and the fact that he's not really seen as a threat in the competition - he's a lot like Owen in that regard, just less intense with his friendliness. You could have Geoff intentionally imitate a lot of Owen's mannerisms after he notices how generally liked (or at least tolerated) he is, and it'd explain their similarities quite nicely.

It does make me wonder what Geoff would be like underneath his act. Your ask implies that he's, if not entirely misanthropic, then a lot less easygoing and amicable as he's shown to be in canon. Someone easily annoyed by others, who perhaps doesn't really have the patience to deal with a lot of the shenannagins that happen on the show, even if he pretends he does... and even if his whole game plan revolves around maintaining that misconception.

That's not to say that he isn't the Geoff we all know and love from canon. He's still the same person, he's just... not as benign. At least not internally.

You could take inspiration for this Geoff from his portrayal in Action, or maybe even his vindicitiveness from World Tour (against Blaineley, just make that energy universal) to base a lot of his real character on; a Geoff who isn't exactly antagonistic, but has a mean streak and a tendancy to hold grudges. And, of course, he'd keep the same natural charisma canon Geoff has, even if his "himbo charm" is fake.

Then it's just a case of replacing his usual good-natured aloofness with cool apathy, or even a spiteful disrgard of others, and you've got yourself the perfect canvas for a wolf in sheep's clothing.

And he's also got his friendships with the Bass boys - Harold excluded, of course - which, considering Duncan's influence, would be a nice outlet for his less sociable tendencies. A way to let loose without having to expose himself as less good-natured than he lets on.

Bringing it back to Owen, and their shared similarities: Geoff could esaily attach himself to Owen post merge, similarly to how Heather attaches herself to Lindsay, as not only a social buffer (though Geoff doesn't really need one, unlike Heather) but as a sort of pawn in the competition. The "boy's alliance" would be the perfect time to have Geoff try to integrate Owen into his social circle, which is pretty much what happens in canon anyway.

Keeping Owen as close as possible is the most strategically sound move on Geoff's part. The closer he is to Owen, the easier it is to cherry pick what aspects of Owen's personality he's going to imitate. He's also got himself at least one secured vote (in theory, since Owen's known to be easily swayed).

The issue with this?

Geoff finds Owen almost unbearable to be around.

Which is ironic, given that he's conciously and intentionally trying to be as Owen-like as possible, but it's true. He can't understand how anyone can be as unconditionally and authentically cordial as Owen is, and it pisses him off. He has a hard enough time acting friendly and warm around people he doesn't like, but when it comes to doing the same with someone he actively despises?

It's enough to wear his already thin patience down until it snaps.

[sacrifical-lamb-core]

Annabeths relationship with people in my au

Siblings:

Louise Owens, counsellor for the Venus cabin, 17 years old: complicated. To be honest, Louise just feels kind of bad for her bc she's kind of lived through their mothers tough treatment, and being her 'favoured child' isn't as easy as it sounds. But there's also jealousy that annabeth could be made a literal goddess, that annabeth is basically the smartest kid there and that annabeth gets so much attention that she only really got bc her mother realised that she was in such a vulnerable traumatic situation that it would be best to like her more to get annabeth to love her bc she's desperate for any affection ever. And Louise wishes, in a small way, that she was known as much as annabeth was, bc even though is revered and is basically a Co leader of Camp, annabeth gets to join her in those decisions. But she tries not to let it show bc annabeth is literally 12 and on the verge of an anxious meltdown qt all times. So she tries to love her sister as much as she can. Which just kind of means not really talking to her a bunch but valuing her opinion on stuff. Annabeth is constantly trying to become closer friends with Louise, who isn't that interested tbh. But she values her as part of the team, and honestly in a year she's allowed to leave Camp (Will do a separate post on what demigods do after that)

Alfred Davies, 15:

They don't really get along bc Alfred doesn't really care. About any of it. He's got gifted kid burnout bad (so has Louise, but she's able to keep up the facade). He had his earplugs in 24/7 and is smart and a good fighter, he just wants to disappear into the mortal world when he's old enough. And annabeth is annoyed bc her mom doesn't like him and she does whatever her mom says tbh. Also she's incredibly stressed that one day she will burnout and not eb of use to anyone anymore just like him. So they but heads a lot

Malcolm pace, 14:

One of her only other friends except her dog and Grover. They get along quite well, Malcolm also being smart. He's literally the best bc he doesn't want to climb the ranks. He just wants to be enthusiastic about like... NASA and stuff. He likes space a lot, and sometimes him and Annabeth work together to combine the magical world they live in with modern space theory. Malcolm is moderately liked by her mom.

Despite annabeth being the youngest, she isn't treated like it. In fact, she's treated like an equal, which is great for her ego and self-esteem but not very good for her child development skills, which are lacking

Thalia:

Oh gods, that one is complicated. If anyone asks, it will be 'I hate her because she was a traitor, who hated the gods and I'm happy she's out of my life', and partially, that's true. And she does hate thalia for that, and she blames thalia for Luke being turned into a tree. She hates thalia because her mother does and because she denounced the camp that basically gave her a home. But there's also another reason which is one she'd actually never say. She hates thalia for leaving and running away and letting her deal with her mother and not saving her, for just leaving and not dragging annabeth with her, for being just like the mother she despised because she's never here to save annabeth from her camp which she hates. She hates when thalia begged come with me, she did it in front of her mother to prove a point and never realised annabeth was scared to say no, never came in thw night to slip her away, and left. Because now annabeth is all alone. But she also still adores thalia and feels bad that she didn't have the courage to leave, which she hates herself for because leaving is bad. So yeah. Complicated

Parents:

Father: hates. Plain and simple. Hates her stepmom and little brothers, too. There's no rules binding her to loving them like her mom, so she just despises them. And she does that until the end bc I think Fredrick Chase doesn't deserve redemption:)

Venus: COMPLEX! As you have seen! Honestly that needs a whole separate post bc my sleepy mind cannot WRAP MY MIND AROUND IT ALL.

Friends:

Grover: she loves the guy. He was one of her first friends, and while she was sceptical about him at first, she's grown to really like him. They are just kinda besties. They only really clash on Thalia, bc Annabeth would rather die than process that trauma and grover really does miss her.

Luke (currently a tree):

She misses him so much. Every annoying thing he did melts away bc she misses him. She sits by his tree a lot to do tasks her mom sets her or does architecture stuff when she has free time. She misses him a lot and loves him like a brother

@ebony-reine-vibes @auroraofthesun1 @lemonsandsadness

[horsetailcurlers2]

watching grey’s anatomy for the first time after only watching private practice: another long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching (season 7 edition)

-amelia!!!! yay

-“i have a lot of sisters. if we bought them all coffee, we’d have nothing” okay derek is funny sometimes

-HOW OLD IS AMELIA? it’s stated through dialogue in pp that addison knew her when she was twelve which implies that they are at least about ten years apart (and therefore she is also ten years younger than derek) but somehow she was also five during their dad’s death when derek was twelve, is older than meredith, and got fired from her fellowship in pp but is somehow still a big girl surgeon who can do her own surgeries?

-mark/amelia sex is grossing me out.

-frances conroy!!! this show has so many good guest stars

-marks improvised budget pitch to richard definitely sounds like he’s trying to fuck him

-alex is singing camp rock to the little girl in the MRI thingy. into it.

-the head of pathology is anna draper!!

-okay, arizona telling callie she’s ruining africa for her is a *little* unfair. they should have discussed this more beforehand.

-after however many seasons of them i can genuinely tell you nothing of note about the new characters except that the virgin girl was also in svu and mad men

-arizona sweetie your biphobia is showing

-“i’m trying to look at baileys teets on the internet” RICHARD! (adele webber voice)

-i don’t love the way they’re writing meredith this season. i usually really really like her character even when she fucks up, but she just feels different this season idk. maybe it’s the bangs.

-tyler the nurse!!! i feel like he hasn’t really been around much these past few seasons. i missed him.

-starting to strongly dislike owen. he thought that she was just playing a little joke when she said she never wanted kids??? or that he could browbeat her until she gave in??? “you’re a resident, you might change your mind” ??????? it’s not a decision most people are usually wish washy about dude. you knew this before you married her!!!! “i don’t get a say?” the time to have a say would have been before you were married when she TOLD YOU she didn’t want kids

-arizona sweetie your biphobia is showing AGAIN

-arizona and owen are on my list at this point (ep 16)

-idc what anyone says i LOVE the musical episode (side note: sara ramirez is a fantastic singer)

-meredith, babygirl. i have not been this frustrated with your decisions since season one/two.

-officially HATE owen. deeply. i don’t know how many more ways she can tell him she doesn’t want kids. she has been explicitly clear from the beginning. he’s going on and on about partnerships and both having a say yet what he so clearly means is “i want a chance to argue you into this” as if it’s a trivial decision and not a fundamental difference in how they want to live their lives. and as if it’s not ultimately her body. this is not something you can compromise about, you stupid ginger fuck!!!!!

-also: “i don’t hate children. i respect them. and i believe that they should have parents who want them” !!!!!!!

-every time i want to side with derek, he ruins it by being self righteous and then running away