#everyone say hiii martin

[eggnoodles0up]

the rest of my art fight attacks/revenges yayyyy

tysm to everyone who attacked me this year!!! i wasnt able to revenge all of u but they were all awesome <3333

characters!!

1. Ghost for @/ghost.storiees on insta

2. Ghost for @fluffylink

3. Wren for @/twigtwig on Cara

4. Bristlebrush for @/the.miasma on insta

5. Thistle for @/polarplaty on insta

6. Nora for @wynautwarrior

7. Ember for @/cmaguy on Cara

8. Finn for @/Soupscapes on Artfight

9. Martin and Vanessa for @skyland-doodles

[bunnys-kisses]

hiii!! can I please have a lemon slice and blueberry bars, with champagne and mocha coffee? served by Fernando Alonso!! <:

thank uuuuu <33333

bakery menu!

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu!! there are tons of items to choose from and i thank everyone who has submitted them! i am going as fast i can with them! enjoy! <3

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." + blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.” + champagne: sugar daddy situation + mocha coffee: breeding kink served by fernando alonso (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, sugar daddy au, age gap (23/43), breeding kink, mean!fernando, mentions of pregnancy, dirty talk, daddy kink

maybe fernando alonso was a dirty old man. he was forty three now and still was going strong in the world of racing. he held onto his seat for another season. he was well loved in his home country and aboard. but something about having a woman twenty years younger than him cling to him so cutely made him feel a lot older than he was.

that he was a cradle robber. it didn't help that you would say things like, "wow, you started in 2001.. that was the year i was born!"

it also didn't help that fernando alonso wanted to get you pregnant as soon as he could.

even fernando's fingers were bruising if he finger-fucked your hard enough. you were curled up in his bed after spanish grand prix and while he didn't walk away with the trophy. he did get to see your skirt hike up when you ran into his arms after the race. your smaller hands cupping his face as he kissed his cheeks with such affection.

he knew that most of team aston martin saw your much older boyfriend (and sugar daddy) grope your ass through your short skirt. it wouldn't be much longer until he was fingering you in his hotel bed. the kisses you shared were lazy while his fingers against spots that made your toes curl.

you were only twenty-three, so young. it tickled something in fernando's brain. you were the perfect age to have a baby with him. the image made his cock twitch in his briefs, the wet patch from the pre-cum only grew. baby that looked just like him, you around the house he owned making sure that his baby was taken care of. holding them at your hip while you made dinner. he knew if he held off too long it would never happen. so as he fingered you, he leaned into your chest and bit pretty marks into the skin. you squirmed and clenched around his fingers. he could feel your heartbeat.

"fernando! ah, daddy!" you shifted more and he only dug his fingers into your faster. your moaned got caught in your throat and he loved the sounds.

he pulled away for a moment, his dark eyes on you. he asked, "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. you're so loud, princess." then slipped a third finger in which made your eyes go wide.

he paid for everything in your life. from the delicious meals you ate, the clothes you wore, the house you lived in. he couldn't deny the sight of you pouting, or at its most extreme on your knees sucking his cock because someone wanted to make a big online purchase. he knew that he'd give it to you even if you didn't pleasure him, but he also knew that you were a hard working woman. who looked best at jobs that required you on your knees.

"you're biting too hard." you whined with your hands in his hair. you felt the heat of pleasure in your gut regardless. your words were a little pathetic, but he loved it. he loved everything about you. from your hard nipples poking through your bra to the wetness you left on his fingers.

he smiled at you, "but you like it, don't you? you like when it hurts a little. but i tell you want more. fingers don't work on you, you need the real thing." he chuckled before he pulled away. he licked his fingers that were in you and got between your spread legs.

"fernando." you blushed.

"don't look away from me, princess. you don't want to make daddy mad? tonight, i'm gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy. and you'll only become more beautiful." he gripped you by the legs and eventually pressed them together. he pushed you back till you were practically bent in half which exposed your pretty pussy to him.

he sank into you with ease and it made you twisted yourself under him, but couldn't do much as fernando pinned your wrists down to the bed and leaned over you further to press more weight down on you. effectively pinning you to the bed. you looked flustered and it turned him on. because when your face was hot, all of you was hot. and loved when his princess burned when he fucked.

you'd be the perfect mother to his children. close in age, two boys, one girl. the perfect little family for him. and the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm. the mother to his family. that made him more aroused as he worked his cock into your pussy. he felt the blood rush in his body. you were beautiful under him. squished down and letting him pin you down against the bed. you were allowing him to breed you perfect little cunt. how naughty of you, but you weren't a bad girl. not in fernando's eyes. no you were a perfect girl for him, and he loved you so deeply.

he wanted to make you he mother to his children. watch your womb grow nice and full with his child. you'd be so loving and so caring towards the child and it warmed fernanado's heart. you caring and raising his children, being the perfect wife for him. he wanted to fuck you even while you carried his child. he wanted to feel all of you as often as he could. you were a strong feeling in his chest that made him yearn for more always.

"fuck, princess." he said with a groan as he battered your sweet cunt. he pressed further into you and made sure that you were under him and that you were feeling good. he panted heavily, "you look perfect under me. you like when a big strong man does anything to you." he watched your expression change to that of bliss.

"please, fernando. ah! daddy, i love you."

"and i love you, my princess." he held onto you tighter as he worked his cock into you perfectly. he fitted nicely into you, it was a sign that you two were meant for each other. he craved you as he fucked you. he kept his eyes on you, "so perfect. you're daddy's little princess. you take me so nicely."

you moaned, "daddy. fuck that feels good." you couldn't deny it, it felt amazing. sex with fernando always felt this amazing. you couldn't get enough of him. the feeling of him inside of you was a great feeling especially as your nails dug deeper into the covers.

your toes curled and your back arched a little, your eyes fluttered shut as you whine, "i'm cumming!" you tensed up. you held onto him tightly and gripped onto his strong shoulders. he continued to bully your painfully sweet cunt.

"that's it, princess. that's it." he said as he pressed more weight onto you and thrusted inside of you. he watched you squirm under him as you felt the after shocks of pleasure. it only spurred fernando on and he continued to fuck you. with a few more heavy thrusts, he finished inside of you as well.

"ah! daddy!"

"good girl, good girl. take it all." he said as he rocked his hips a little slower against you as he pressed himself all the way inside of you. your noises were painfully sweet and you looked totally blissed out when he eventually stopped.

when he tried to pull away, you pulled him in closer by his shoulders. then you started to kiss his face, feeling his scratchy beard against your lips. it only turned the older man once more.

he looked at you and you looked back with a slight pout on your lips, "you didn't think you were becoming a father on the first try?" <3

[sebscore]

Hiii!!! I’m hoping that you can write a request for me! Gzd and other drivers during a red flag. She’d be like drinking some juice, inspecting cars with seb, trying to get the audience to do a wave with Daniel. Sitting in a corner and enjoying ice cream with Kimi, you get the gist!

You writing is always so comforting and fun to read! {if you aren’t down to write this request then please ignore this one! No hard feelings haha}

SLOW DOWN, RED FLAG

pairing: f1 grid x driver!reader 

warnings: sleeping? lol. 

author's note: I FINALLY GOT TO THIS ONE!!! also sprinkled some webber + button content in there cause why not x

masterlist

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''The race still hasn't restarted so let's see what our drivers are up to.'' Martin's voice spoke over the commentary, informing the viewers of the current situation. 

The screen cut to Mick and Sebastian playing football in one of the empty hallways, keeping themselves energised for the race. ''Young Schumacher and Vettel playing some ball, trying to maintain their energy and not slump.'' 

''And here we have Charles Leclerc, the Monégasque writing some things down in his journal- a habit he picked up from his former teammate, Sebastian Vettel.'' Ted observed, describing how the young man scribbled some things down in the Ferrari garage. 

''Let's see what Y/N Y/L is up to. I'm sure the young woman is doing her best to keep herself high- is she sleeping?'' Martin interrupted himself, watching the screen with an open mouth as it cut to the driver laying on the floor in her garage while her team worked around her sleeping form. 

''Well, all the drivers have different ways of keeping their energy up.'' Ted chuckled, finding amusement in the woman's antics once again. 

Both men took a closer look at the screen as the camera kept lingering on her garage and what was happening inside of it. ''Is… is she sleeping- oh my goodness, her blanket has Kimi Raikkonen's face on it.'' 

As the screen zoomed out, the viewers could see the driver having a blanket draped over her- one that had a picture of a sleeping Kimi on it. 

''She keeps surprising me that one.'' Mark Webber joined in, laughing at the image of the young woman. ''I love the fact that her team just ignores it and works around her.'' He noted. 

''Yeah, this is probably not the first time this has happened.'' Martin said, coming to that conclusion because of the way the mechanics and others don't seem bothered by it. 

''This is a message for the crew that will be interviewing Miss Y/L later; Please ask her about this!'' Ted pleaded over the commentary, asking his colleagues that will be conducting the interviews to question the driver about her 'red flag habit'. 

''Now, Y/N- we were specifically told to ask you this by Ted Kravitz himself.'' Jenson started off, making her hesitantly nod her head. 

''Why were you sleeping during the red flag?'' 

''Oh,'' she laughed in relief, having expected a more controversial question that would have her press officer shit themselves, ''I was bored so I slept.'' 

''Aren't you supposed to keep yourself pumped for the race?'' Nathalie asked, a frown on her face. 

Y/N nodded. ''Yes and that's my way of doing that.'' She grinned. ''Please don't judge me.'' She quickly added upon seeing the confused expression everyone was wearing. 

''We're not! Don't worry, dear.'' Nathalie assured her, momentarily caressing her arm. 

''Is it something you do often, because your team seemed to be very nonchalant about it- especially your mechanics, since they were working on your car.'' Jenson asked, genuinely curious about the matter. 

The young driver pouted her lips in thought. ''Uh, I don't want to say it's a regular thing that I do, but I'm also not gonna say that it hasn't happened before.'' 

''Alright, and the Kimi blanket?'' 

''I got that for my birthday a few years ago, it's very cute, isn't it?'' She smiled from ear-to-ear, proud of her blanket of the World Champion. 

The reporters nodded, endeared by her authentic excitement. ''Has he seen it?'' 

''He has! I showed him a picture of it when I first got it and he smiled so I think he was a big fan of it.'' She answered, with the same smile on her face. 

''He didn't say anything?'' 

''Kimi asked where I got it from, but I didn't know the answer so that was the end of our conversation.'' She chuckled. 

Jenson laughed at her response. ''That's more than I ever got out of him.'' 

another author’s note lol: I have decided to get rid of my taglist since it was becoming unorganized and I can only tag an x-amount of people per post + I’m not a fan of reblogging my own work.

[quokkie]

can we get a hamzah x reader smut fic where they’re on vacation together with martin and mandy and they just want some time alone but it’s nearly impossible so they sneak around for little quickies 👀

quickies

not proofread!

cw: beach sex, p in v, fingering, horny fucks, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it please!) i think that’s it! MDNI

sorry the endings lowkey lackluster😔 but i need this man to finger me and pound me so bad 😮‍💨

you and hamzah are on vacation with martin and mandy, it’s beautiful and you both are having fun, but you and Hamzah have something else on your minds. all you can think about is getting your hands on each other.

you head to the beach after everyone else, you look at hamzah, and holy shit.

he looks so fucking good.

his skin kissed by the sun, his swim shorts clinging to his thighs. and the imprint of his dick in his shorts makes you want to press your legs together

as you get into the water, hamzah swims towards you, his hands immediately find your waist “hi baby” he murmurs against your back, you giggle “hiii”. the two of you swim further away from martin away towards a secluded section of the beach that’s mainly rocky, but your mind keeps wandering to the feel of his body against yours.

as you turn to face him, he presses his lips onto yours, the kiss is hungry and urgent. his hands find your ass, squeezing and kneading your cheeks as he pulls you tighter against his bulge. you moan into his mouth, your bikini offering little barrier between you. His fingers find the tie strings of your top and bottoms, untying the strings “looked so fuckin pretty for me baby” he says as he puts your bikini onto the sand

breaking the kiss, hamzah moves his way down your neck, his lips sending shivers across your sensitive skin. he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking until you arch your back, a soft moan escaping your lips. His tongue laps and teases, drawing out sensations that ripple through your core, making you grind onto him. you run your fingers through his curly hair, guiding him to your other nipple, hungry for more of his mouth. he obliges, while his hands go lower, slipping between your legs. his fingers stroking your slick folds, his thumb circling your clit.

your knees buckle slightly as pleasure shoots through you. you hide your face in his neck to muffle your moans while his fingers move slowly inside of you. you clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into his sun-kissed skin as you ride his fingers. the sound ocean sways around you, adding to the sensations overwhelming your senses. "fuck, baby—," you whisper urgently, your breath coming in short gasps. with a few more thrusts of his fingers, hamzah sends you spiraling over the edge.

your orgasm crashes through you, you cry out silently, your mouth forming a silent scream as you clamp your thighs around hamzahs fingers. as the waves of pleasure subside, you lean back against hamzah, your bodies still connected. you turn your head, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "that was incredible," you pant, a satisfied smile spreading across your face.

he helps you get your bikini back on and you both get back into the water to swim towards martin and mandy to meet them at the beach house before dinner. “where have you two been???” mandy side eyes, an awkward giggle leaves your mouth.

you get dressed in the bathroom, throwing on a short pair of jean shorts and wearing a different bikini top because it’s hot outside and you don’t feel like rummaging around for a top. you hear a knock on the door, you open it to see your boyfriend standing there jaw dropped. “babyyyy” he whines, “whatttt” you giggle back, his hands start roaming up and down your body, leaving kisses all over your neck.

a glint enters his eyes, and he lifts you up ontop of the bathroom counter, hamzah nudges your legs apart with his knee, and you gladly oblige, his fingers moving towards your shorts. he pulls ur shorts down alongside your underwear. he trails his fingers along your slick slit, teasing the entrance, making you squirm with anticipation. "god, Hamzah, please," you beg, your voice dripping with need.

he chuckles, taking his cock out of his shorts. without hesitation, he thrusts deep inside you, at the same time, he presses his thumb firmly against your clit, rubbing circles that send bolts of lightning through your body. You push back against his hand, your breath coming in sharp pants. "fuck, baby," you plead, “you feel so good”

hamzah hold onto your waist as he hits every spot, his head falls back “pussy was fuckin made for me, gonna cum in you sweetheart” you feel his thrust slow down and get sloppier as he reaches his peak. you feel him fill you up and hour orgasm explodes through you, you cry out wordlessly, your body shaking as pleasure washes over you.

you feel hamzahs lips on your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs, "That's it, baby, cum all over my cock." you cling to him, As the waves of bliss subside, a lazy smile spreads across your face, and you reach up to kiss Hamzah softly.

"now," you whisper against his lips, "let's go actually meet our friends" And with that, you get dressed and walk out of the bathroom, to see martin and mandy waiting there for you. martin clears his throat, “so! erm! let’s go?”

[thesupreme316]

a bunch of headcanons of the reader has a kid and has to take the kid to work a lot but the wrestler(s) with a crush on them help out and they get together??

darius martin x female reader? action andretti x female reader? dante martin x female reader? hook x female reader? ricky starks x female reader? lee moriarty x female reader?

AEWS Stars Having A Crush on A Single Mom:

Pairings: Darius Martin X Fem!Reader, Dante Martin X Fem!Reader, Action Andretti X Fem!Reader, Hook X Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks Fem!Reader, Lee Moriarty X Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Supreme Speaks: hiii, thanks to @hooks-martin for the request! this one has been sitting in my drafts because I just kept changing stuff so I hope everyone enjoys it. if you a momma out here, I appreciate you cause you def do a lot, you are wonder woman. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: I refer to children as demon spawns and gremlins jokingly, MY GRAMMARLY AND THE N KEY DOESNT WORK WHEN I NEED IT TO, GIFS are NOT mine, not proofread so not too loud

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Darius Martin:

THIS MAN WOULD ABSOLUTELY MELT AT THE SIGHT OF YOU WITH YOUR KID

Darius always admired you, but eventually that became a big crush

Completely simps for you and your kids

Will do anything that you say or ask

In my mind, he is that man that stepped up into a father-figure/male role model in your child’s life

Him taking the task of watching your little gremlin (I mean blessing…same difference) very seriously

Never lets them out of his sight, will spend almost all his money on them, and will try his best to give a good experience every time they go to work with you

Starts spending time with them outside of work as he understands being a single mom is hard and will do anything to lighten your plate

YOUR KIDS FUCKING LOVE HIM cause why not? Plus he always buys them ice cream

Eventually, you notice and you absolutely fall in love with the way he accepts your kids

One day, after dropping the kids off at your house after a day of fun, he makes his move

“I wanna be in their lives more and I want to be in your life more. I really like you and I want to have more with you.”

Needless to say that y’all establish your family and are starting to add one more to the mix

Dante Martin

I feel that just like his brother Dante would also take the task seriously

But because Dante is younger he wouldn’t know how to really “help out”

Definitely read a couple of books to help

So he would do what he could; watch your kids while you work if he didn’t have a match or just distract them while you had to handle something

To them; he quickly becomes that cool older brother who can do flips

Dante begins having a crush on you because of how nurturing and attentive you are to your kid(s)

He’s just worried about you not seeing him in the same light (if you are older)

You like him because of how sweet he is and that he really tries his best to help you

To ask you out, I feel like he would ask the kid(s) more about you and your interests

After asking for the child(rens) blessing and their invasive questions, he would ask you out

IT WOULD BE REALLY CUTE Like he would use the kids homemade cards to ask you out on a date

You: *reading the card(s)* Mom, you should go out with Dante?

Dante: I mean the kid’s got taste

Action Andretti

I feel like he would be very similar to his Lad comrades

Will be attracted to you at first from a far and come around to making his feelings known

He gets hella nervous around you (like would stutter and not make eye contact)

But would be shook to find out that you have kids or a kid

He wouldn’t wanna feel like he’s adding more to your plate

Offers to watch your kids or take them to get something to eat while you work

You guys would have little date nights as either his or your friends offer to watch the kid(s)

BUT LISTEN

I think that your child(ran) would pressure you into asking you out

“You know mom likes you, right? But then again she likes Dylan too-“

Before they could finish their other sentence, Andretti runs straight to you and asks you out

Andretti: *out of breath* I just had to ask you out before Dylan did

You: I don’t even know a Dylan. But I would love to go out with you

Hook:

LETS GET THIS STRAIGHT: HOOK LIKES MILFS (as do I) AND IDC WHAT YOU SAY

Likes you because you are a strong woman and then fell even more in love when he found that you’re a mom (a great one at that)

But he would never show it; he’ll try his best to keep his feelings at bay so he doesn’t add pressure to your life (and because he’s not a verbally emotional person)

Also he thought his actions would speak for his words

I think kids like Hook for the simple fact that he doesn’t talk much; Would let your children do whatever they want to a certain extent

If they did something outta pocket, he’ll just look at them and they’ll stop

You were amazed and you just automatically started going to Hook to babysit/watch them while you’re working

He always keeps snacks, juice boxes, and coloring books in his backpack just in case

Remember how I said that he doesn’t show his feeling and his actions speak for him? When that all changes when he has a talk with your son

Demon Spawn: Do you like my mom?

Hook: Yes

Demon Spawn: Well, can you tell her? She doesn’t think so and she doesn’t understand us guys

Would ask you out with your favorite flowers

“I thought my actions were speaking loudly but I think I need to be straightforward. Will you go out with me?”

Ricky Starks:

THIS MAN IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARJHGAJFHGJKAFDG

He also likes MILFS (again so do I call me)

Before knowing you had kids, he would actively flirt with you every damn day

When he found that you had kids, the flirting became more provocative and direct

“So….do you want another kid? With a handsome and charming man?”

Your kids love him because he helps pick out their outfits, he’s funny (always give them material to roast someone), and he genuinely cares

Like Darius, he will take the responsibility very seriously

In his eyes, it’s like they are his kids too (that was apparent after he signed a permission slip for a field trip)

Keeps a close eye on them backstage and takes them to basketball games

Constantly takes you out on dates; genuinely believes that you guys are in a relationship (PDA, spending nights together)

You always thought that you weren’t good enough for Ricky; but he quickly shut that shit down

“Listen, you are my woman, always have been. You are a great mother just like how you are a great girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? We never confirmed our relationship.”

“I thought it was obvious but if you want we can go to the bedroom and confirm it now.”

Lee Moriarty:

THIS MAN IS FUNNY IDC WHAT YOU SAY

I feel like he would have that one uncle that is everyone’s favorite

Developed a crush on you because you gave him a jersey

Loves to give your kids piggy back rides (or make Big Bill give them), fake wrestle, and race them around the arena

Will do TikTok challenges with your child and make you join them

Will also let them watch a little of South Park

He’s a confident person but when it comes down to you; he don’t know how to act

He’s the type of person who will get shy around the person he likes

Like Hook, your children will ask if he likes you, to which he responds “Is it that obvious?”

And with them having big mouths, they say, “Mom! You should make him your boyfriend! He like likes you!”

Next time he comes to watch your kids, you ask him out, making him blush

“*in disbelief *You wanna go out with me?”

“Have you met yourself? Of course I want to.”

And then you kiss his cheek, making your children gag

Eddie Kingston *Bonus* I had to include him

THIS DUDE THIS DAWG

He’s aware that he has feelings for you but he doesn’t let you know outta fear of rejection (He thinks he’s being obvious and you’re not interested)

If you ask him to do something, he’ll do it while saying no problem; does not want you to lift a finger while he’s around

Will fight to the death for you and your kids

Always give (sometimes unsolicited) advice to your kids and gives them the hard truth

“Stawp that running around; ya motha don’t like that” (I can hear him sayin it exactly as I wrote it)

They always appreciate how upfront he is

Treats your kids like their his own

Tries to attend their games and award ceremonies

Will brag about their achievements to Jon and anyone else

Back to his crush on you; Eddie fully believes that you don’t like him back and just see him as a friend

Until you tell him about your feelings

“Eddie, you’re a great person: handsome, funny, real, and a sweetheart. I genuinely want you in my life as more than a friend.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth doll.” And then he gives you a kiss

Your kid: EW

“No one told you to watch dawg.”

[void-botanist]

hiii i come bearing a very silly wip question

for whichever wip you think would be the funniest to answer for... please tell me what a discord server with the characters would be like. is it a fun hangout with friends? is it a discourse-riddled nightmare? maybe both?

Multi!! I was going to talk about the androids from TFA because they already organize their chats in a serveresque format but a Nicea server would be so much funnier. Cady started the server but got bored of making admin decisions so he added Rodney. Rodney was like "uh…great but I don't know either" and Gil was like "nonono I got you" and got Rodney all up to speed and now they are Discord admin spouses as they were meant to be (again. mlm/wlw solidarity). Of course the whole crew of the Nicea is on there, plus Bo, Celia, and Martin, and eventually Tatya. They all have their own circles within the server. And oops this was so delightful to me it got long so

Cady: has had Nitro from the beginning, which he uses to post gigantic ascii pictures that he creates, and is always the first person to try whatever new feature. He loves soundboards so much. He's also usually the person hosting Jackbox or otherwise streaming something (playing some horror game and screaming every time he gets jumpscared, or being way too serious about a flash game that he's way too good at).

Declan: has almost every channel muted because he can't stand the endless notifications. Cady made him a channel for his special interests, #declans-amphitheatre, which he had every intention of using for five minutes and then forgetting about it (for real or on purpose), but it's actually become a space that most of the server members pay attention to. He also shows up to the politics channel when summoned because there are some things that he keeps tabs on and knows Everything about.

Rodney: has never muted any of the channels and just deals with the onslaught of information. He wants to Know. He has his own black heart emoji that is optimized for both dark and light mode, and he reacts to everything with it. He keeps second guessing the organization of the server and is usually the one revoking privileges that Cady gave to someone then forgot about. But his favorite thing to do is post goofy things he encounters in his historical research, followed by talking at length about action movie choreography and watching Cady play (non-screaming) games.

Gil: constantly sends messages with no context because she's so deep in thinking about it that she forgot no one else knows what she's talking about. It's usually drama from the school where she teaches or home improvement plans. She and Rodney had an admin channel but it's barely about admin stuff at this point - they're just talking about politics and philosophy. On the public channels she is the reaction meme queen and also tied with Tristan as the most likely to ask everyone to show up to an event/rally for something.

Tristan: mostly posts her landscape photography and videos of her and Gil ballroom dancing. She hangs out in the voice channels a lot because she likes doing things while other people talk to her. Since the two people most likely to be in the voice chat are Cady and Bo, she also gets to hear a lot of chaos and nonsense that is extremely funny to her. She has tried to explain it to Gil and failed so many times that now she just shrugs and says "friendship?"

Isabel: most likely to send goofy selfies to the chat, half of which are just her poking fun at whichever server member she's hanging out with (they're in the background doing something else). She also posts her song recordings, which are 90% serious samples of her work and 10% meme songs that she also wrote, and you can't always tell which is which without clicking. She agonized over adding Tatya to the server because she didn't want it to devolve into strange flirtational chaos but she immediately begged Cady not to add his nephews (Neb & Oran) to the server because their love language is being fucking annoying.

Spinder: the emoji polls guy. Usually it's about something he's working on, like an embroidery piece, but it's also sometimes about whether he should get involved with whatever the tailors are up to or an extremely meme question (you know, the kind where you answer "vanilla extract") or sometimes something important and serious like when they're going to play Jackbox. He knows the name of almost every emoji and emote offhand but he does not use :rod: (Rodney's heart).

Bo: treated the server as a personal foodstagram to the point that they got their own channel, #restaurant-recommendations. He rarely messages on the server but is always emoji-reacting to random things and spends an inexplicable amount of time in the voice channels with Tristan.

Tatya: is honestly just so excited to see everyone else being excited. She's the other person most likely to message #restaurant-recommendations with suggestions for places and snacks out in her locality, which no one is in any hurry to go all the way back to. Despite her FTL connection her messages are most often a little bit slow and sometimes jump out of order. She asks lots of questions about the server like "why aren't Neb and Oran allowed here? also who are Neb and Oran?" and posts pictures of cool things she sees in the desert where she lives. Currently there is a debate going on among the triumvirate of admins whether she should get her own channel, #tatyas-travelogue. Or something like that. They can workshop it.

Celia: the server's hypemaster. Most likely to say "okay I'm catching up on all this and what the fuck????" in the main and drama channels, and has genuinely become enamored with #declans-amphitheatre and has learned an enormous amount of interesting things about pens by talking to Declan there. She always reacts with a relevant emoji and always votes the most YES option in every poll about whether Spinder should get involved in tailor schemes. She also loves Isabel's meme songs and Tatya's weird space snacks and thinks Cady is the only person she has ever encountered who is More than she is.

Martin: is never online except when summoned for Jackbox or when Cady begs him to post a picture of his pottery, but you will take his membership in this server out of his cold dead hands. He has had to swear not to also add his sons (Neb and Oran).

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

[whorekneecentral]

HIII ITS ME AGAINN! okok so, the reader and lance stroll are together, at a club. They aren't in a relationship, but the reader is wearing this BEAUTIFUL yet very naughty dress, and men are dancing with her and around her. Lance gets a bit jealous, and teacher her a lesson when they get home ;))))))

hi babe! starting back on this account with my fav guy <333 - it’s giving dom lance 👀

The dress was short - too short for his liking but you were a big girl and he didn’t run your life, you made that abundantly clear to him. Lance watched as you walked around, laughing with the mechanics and crew, smiling and making jokes as you pass through the crowd. 

It was no secret that you were Lance’s girl - you wore his name and number proudly, always the first to congratulate him on a job well done but the only thing was that you and Lance weren't officially a couple. 

Everyone knew enough to leave you be when you were there. 

Your little green dress stopped under your butt, barely covering the top of your thighs. Aston Martin was having a little club event for their crew to thank them for their hard work. 

You had joined Lance as his plus one. You were doing more entertaining than the drivers themselves. Lance and Seb perched themselves on the bar stools for the night, making small talk with whoever passed by. 

Lance watched as you danced with the guys, laughing as one of them wrapped an arm around you. His jaw clenched, his grip on the bottle in his hand tightened. Seb nudged him, “relax. She’s young, she's having fun.” He follows the younger driver’s gaze to you. 

“I know.” 

“If you’re so upset, why don’t you join her?” Sebastian asks

“I don't like to dance.” 

“Don’t sit here all upset then.” Seb laughs, shaking his head. 

The night went on, Lance watched you enjoy yourself; dancing, doing shots, singing along to the horribly loud music that was playing. You were quiet and kept to yourself on track and you joked around sometimes but this was the first time you really let yourself relax all season with the guys. 

Lance comes over to you, resting a hand on your lower back. “Let’s go,” he tells you. 

“Why?” you ask, turning to face him. “I’m having fun.” 

“I’m not, let’s go.” Lance was already pulling you away. 

You shout bye to the boys you were dancing with, pulling away from Lance to say goodnight to Seb. You hugged the man on the bar stool, and Seb being the troublesome guy he is, rests his hand on your hip, sliding it to your lower back. Both Seb and Lance knew that would never pan out to nothing other than a friendly hug but Seb liked to irritate Lance. 

“Think you’re in for some trouble when you get home.” Seb whispers to you. 

“Think so?” You ask, glancing at Lance. “That was the plan all along.” You laughed. Seb chuckles, “you’re trouble, sweetheart.” 

“Always.” You smile, leaving him there to find your boyfriend. 

The drive back to his place was quiet, the tension building by the second. Lance pulls you inside with him, pinning you against the closest wall. “What the hell do you think you were doing?” 

“What?” you look up at him, your hands playing with his shirt. 

“Why were you out there all night instead of with me?” 

“I can’t have fun, Lance?” You ask him, the driver picks you up and tosses (most like rests) you over his shoulder as he walks to the bedroom. You feel your heels fall off your feet with all the kicking and squirming. 

“Put me down!” you smacked his back, Lance drops you on the bed. “Lance, what the hell?” You sit up. 

“I don’t want to hear it,” he stops you, grabbing you by the legs and pulling you to the end of the bed. 

“You say you want to be mine but then you act like that,” he says, getting down on his knees. His lips pressing kisses along your thigh, stopping to look back up at you. “Since you wanted my attention so badly, you have it.” 

“Lance-” “Shut up.” 

“You wanted me so here I am. You’re gonna shut up and take what I give you, okay?” He looks up at you, his hands already reaching to pull your panties down. “And say thank you, hm?” 

“Yeah,” you breath, dropping your head back onto the bed. 

[kkmeeluqq]

o m g I’m obsessed with your art! So talented! Seb is a bottom in my mind, that’s just how I always write him( he’s baby to me:p ) , and the fact that you draw bottom!seb sebchal? Stunning. I love them they are my favorite Ship. Seriously your work is beautiful. My savior, thank you for your work!>_< <3

hiii anon, thanks for appreciating my work and also providing me a chance to talk about the top bottom thing!!! 😅 i’ve always felt kinda cringy to clarify it, but yes yes YES i prefer seb as a bottom!!!! *roar*

perhaps it has sth to do with how i analyze his character... in general, seb has been incredibly flirty with LITERALLY everyone on the grid (which defies the stereotype of germans being conservative?? well here’s a slutty german), alongside all of his cheeky behaviors (too many to list them all) just gives me the urge to treat him as a little meow meow

seb in different era has different vibes (of being a bottom), i’ll try to keep it short:

red bull: he was so bratty during his red bull days, someone had to punish his ass to cut him down to size... and i reckon he might enjoy rough sex😅..... btw he seemed so arrogant and confident in those days, he must also found himself attractive so he was like extra flirty and trying to hook up with as many guys as he can

ferrari: i’ll focus on sebchal here

-with so much experience (sexwise) he could teach charles how to have sex with men (which might lead to the scenario of seb fingering himself so he won’t get hurt by charles’s abruptness) (but in vain)

-there are soooo many advantages of having a younger top!! but i might have to type for like 5000w so maybe next time i can elaborate on this topic

-charles’s possessiveness made seb unable to seek for other guys to have sex, which is great!!! around 30yo sounds like a reasonable age to settle down with a specific person, sebastian!

-since seb is such a kind person he would spoil charles and try his best to fulfill his whatever sexual needs (i love seeing seb let charles cum inside him bc he just cant say no to charles’s pretty face) (***point: seb can’t say no to charles....!!)

aston martin: cutie lil pumpkin pie num num

yeah so overall these are probs the shortest explanation i can provide of why is bottom!seb a treasure😇🔥🔥🔥

and not until i finished typing did i realize that i wrote a ted talk length text but thank you for reading this anyways....

[spacehorrors]

tma review time

idek how many I've done at this point I think it might be seven 😭

I've been having such a time guys it has been very eye opening...... >:)

ok so I have sort of abandoned the recurring imagery thing because it was basically me going hmm there are some overarching categories these stories fit into I'll sort them in my head. and now they have been sorted.... by the podcast into the different fears lol. so I'm replacing it w/ character thoughts since everyone is a bit more developed now.

top five episodes

E129 Submerged - man. I'm still thinking of this episode like the fact the main character was already losing his home. and then the apocalyptic flood descriptions? very enjoyable.

E125 Civilian Casualties - linking what I said about the slaughter down below it just makes for such a good story with just senseless horror because it's just well. that could be you.

E124 Left Hanging - just terrifying times you know that sounds like an awful nightmare. was so scary and the image

E121 Far Away - I LOVE FATE AND DYING AND DESTRUCTION <3 it just ruled!!!

E138 Chosen One - what's there not to love in this episode agnes fascinates me!! I'm so intrigued by what made this ritual fail.....

character thoughts

daisy and basira. so I was originally a little worried there would be a blurry line between daisy has the hunt as a patron and lesbians being seen as predatory it was just like a thought at the back of my mind. but I don't think it's done that! all I think about is them atm <3 also whilst writing this I considered the possible that this line might not be clear indication that they're dating. I'm going to take it that they are though idc. I'm never over the bit when daisy was in the coffin and was like I thought I'd never see the sky again or basira like I'm weeping.

also individually I'm very happy for daisy I love to see her growth and it was rlly interesting seeing basira doing her own work but also a bit devastating that she needed someone to hold onto.

martin. he is stressing me out ok why would you do this. I know why you're doing this but also stop because how can you see that this isn't going to end well. you're stressing me out because now it's going to be too late for him to reconcile with everyone and something bad is going to happen 😭😭😭 I feel so bad for him though because I understand.

MELANIE!!! I thought the bit about her and the slaughter was interesting like the physical manifestation of her anger being trapped inside her etc etc very cleverly done. love that she is going to therapy good for her. hope we see more of her.......

jon. what is there to say about jon that I haven't already said ngl I did feel a little sorry for him when he got out a coma and everyone was different and frosty. um his powers versus his humanity is an ever stressful good conflict. love how he and daisy and basira are friends now!! his plans need to get better though stop chucking yourself in coffins.

things I'm enjoying/predictions

ngl the slaughter is one of my favourite powers the episodes are always horrifying like. it's just senseless violence! it is happening anyway! terrifying. love it.

the rituals thing is interesting I'm assuming there's going to be an eye ritual soon..... which I'm sure will go horribly etc etc.

so standing by my prediction that all the assistants will at least have a patron like ik daisy and melanie are recovering from it but they still have had one. still placing my bets on basira and the vast.

ik exactly what they're doing with jon and martin and let me tell you it is working in compelling me and driving me insane. also I miss tim :(

once again jon is grappling with his own humanity and once again I want to walk into the ocean over it. also I want to see the same from basira sooooooon.

agnes montague!! omg!!! hiii twirls my hair. I'm assuming she's very relevant because another power is trying to create their own version of an agnes montague perhaps?

where is georgie I miss her wouldn't she be so powerful against all the fears?? thinking many thoughts.

ok I think that's it!! as always send in some asks if you want etc etc!

[deliahscrush2003]

Hiii! I meant to send this last week, but I forgot. You mentioned you wanted to gush about TW? Gush away! What are the popular or unpopular ships, whether canon or fanon, that you don't get, and why? :-D

Hey @wordspin-shares ! No worries, we all lose track of things!

That is an excellent question and I just want to thank you for giving me the chance to rant about Teen Wolf and stuff because it really gives me motivation to write!!

TW: Before I go on, I know the fandom can be sensitive about ships, so let me make it clear for anyone who comes across this, this is just MY opinion. This is not fact, this is not hate, this is just ships that I don't personally get and why I don't get them. If anyone wants to have a civil, rational discussion about any of this, you're free too. I am a flexible person, so I like to rationalise and understand my perspectives and other people's perspectives. I'm all for respecting others (unless of course, others are spreading hate or toxicity).

Teen Wolf Ships I Don't Get (Just My Opinion, Don't Hate Me)

Stiles Stilinski x Peter Hale

I kind of understand how people came to ship it. The two have great banter, witty moments and interactions, especially in Season 1 and Season 3a. Season 6a, they were stuck in the Ghost Rider's train station so that was bound to get everyone in love with the Forced Proximity trope hot under the collar. Not to mention Peter is hot.

Things that don't engage me about this ship:

Peter is old enough to be Stiles' dad.

Stiles is a teenager for a good portion of the show (16 - 18) and Peter is in his 40s.

Peter is Malia's father, who Stiles canonically dates.

Maybe if I saw more fics where Stiles was out of highschool before he was paired with an older man, than maybe I could enjoy it but I can't.

Another thing that I don't get is why Stiles is constantly positioned as a timid, damsel in distress to Peter's big bad wolf?

One of the things I love about Stiles as a character is that he might be in the most terrifying situation, but he's anything but timid. He'll verbally kick the ass of every single Teen Wolf big bad and that's like erased in fanon when he's suddenly next to a big bad wolf?

Additionally, the narrative that Peter is the rescuer to help empanicpate Stiles from his supposed abuser and villain, Scott, doesn't really make sense to me but that applies to almost every single Stiles x villain pairing so…

Scott McCall x Malia Tate

Look, their sexual chemistry was pretty good, all thing considering. It just that Scalia had no romantic build up. To me, when I was watching Teen Wolf, it came out of nowhere with no hints of anything between them prior to Season 6b.

There was not a strong relationship between them besides friendship and packmates before Season 6b. I guess you could count him being the one to turn her back to human in Season 3a as a form of connection, but to me this only meant that she became part of his pack.

Maybe if their relationship had grown from that moment in 3a instead of Stalia's (which didn't have so much as chemistry but a fantastic build up and plotline), then maybe I would be able to understand it and even enjoy it.

Honestly though, after Allison, Scott's best canonical relationship was with Kira, who matched him well in both personality, development and storyline. Ironically enough, my favourite Malia ship is also with Kira. I just love Kira, guys.

I think there are some ships that are better platonic, and I especially find Scott and Malia's relationship lacking in fics where they just come off as stoic co-leaders rather than actual romantic partners.

Jordan Parrish x Lydia Martin

I understand that from a narrative standpoint, their connection as Hellhound and Banshee would obviously leave them with some sort of tension and that would have probably engaged me if their human identities were completely different.

Specifically, if Parrish was not, say, 24, a grown man, and a police officer. Whereas, Lydia is, what, 17-18 Season 4-5a, but still a teenage girl in highschool.

The power imbalance between their human identities is just off-putting, and if there's one thing about me that you should know it's that I can't ship two characters who are not equals in someway or another. It's not as bad as Stiles and Peter, but any young girl getting into a relationship with a man in position of authority just isn't my cup of tea. If there's a huge disreprency in respect, age, trust, power or authority, than it just puts me off.

Maybe if their connection was approached differently from on the show? If anyone knows fics that could help me acclimate this ship, that would be great?

If anyone has anymore questions about my personal Teen Wolf preferences and headcannons, I am open to discussion at anytime!

[[ RE: Discussion, not Hate. If you send Hate, you will be blocked. If you send Anon Hate, it won't see the light of day on my blog, so why bother send it?]]

[eugenesmorphine]

Hiii, can I request something of Ronald Speirs and maybe a German girl that was found in the eagle’s nest or some abandoned buildings just like that?😊 it just come through my mind haha

Happy holiday💕💕

Seeking Refuge // Ronald Speirs Imagine

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @ricksmorty @punkgeekcryptid @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @valterras @adamantiumdragonfly

Word Count: 3,036

    Ronald walked the edge of the destroyed practically destroyed Nazi base. The crunching of the snow beneath his Army Issued boots. His firearm held tight;y within his beaten and calloused fingers. The face paint slicked onto his cheeks as he kept a stern eye. Nazi prisoners walking past them in a long line, their hands up above their heads. Stripped of any weapons and any valuables. A cigarette balanced between his lips. The nicotine slipped down his throat. It was calming things for him.

    Peering in rooms, searching around for any Intel. Any prisoners. Really anything to be honest. It was a large base. Multiple large buildings with bunches of small buildings here and there. Soldiers searched all the buildings. Shuffling with papers needed to be translated, snagging things of value of course. Flags, medals, maybe even some pieces of clothing from the prisoners taken and or from the dead that lay around.

   Ronald had sat within a building, his feet propped up on the desk in front of him, picking his teeth with a toothpick. His weapon lay on his lap, and his helmet rested on the same old, and beaten wooden desk. Humming to himself, enjoying the small moment of somewhat relaxation. Watching the paratroopers of all types of ranks bustled in and out of the building. The commanding officers stayed within the building, making it their headquarters. 

   Papers began to pile up, Soldiers coming in to report what the new POWs had told them. Everything was going rather smoothly. It made Ronald a little uneasy. Nothing for these paratroopers ever went easy for them it seemed. And of course, that uneasy feeling seemed to be true when Liebgott, Martin, Perconte and Randleman all came in to stand in front of the officers. The Captain stood and looked to the men. Raising an eyebrow. 

  “Sir, there is only one last building that has yet to be searched. But we believe there could be some Krauts in there, sir. Men have reported some banging around, some footsteps. We were in need of an officer to be present, sir,” Martin spoke up. Standing at attention of course, along with the rest of the men. Speirs crossed his arms over his chest, as much as he didn’t want to get up, he was going to. It was his job after all.

   “All right, let’s head over there then to get it done and over with. We need to get on the move soon anyways,” he responded, Already beginning to make his way past the men. The small group already followed his lead.

///

   The old German home the small squad approached was just as worn down and partially destroyed as the others. It was quiet, just like the rest of the town. That was merely a ghost town without the American Military within it.

   Speirs took a few steps forward, approaching the front door. “Have you men even been within this home yet?” he asked. Turning to look back over his shoulder at the four paratroopers. All of them shaking their heads. Making the officer scoff slightly and carrying on walking within the building, stepping through the doorway. The old house smelled of mildew and was damp all around the inside. The rainstorms had definitely gotten to this home over it’s time of use. The old furniture matched the disarray of the home. Chairs knocked over. A small table broken to pieces. Shattered plates and cups spreading across the floor and crunching beneath their boots. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen something like this. The German’s had no care in the world what they did to people’s belongings. Especially within the smaller German cities. They took what they wanted. Valuables, women, lives. Anything. And if they didn’t want it, they merely destroyed it.

   Ronald picked up a few silver spoons and forks that spread across the creaky, wooden floorboards of the home. Stuffing them in his bag. He never could turn down some more silver to send back home. Sticky fingers of course. Continuing to search the one floor home. It wasn’t too big, and it wasn’t too small either. It was a good family home, and Ronald imagined what it would look like if it was still normal. No broken furniture, or shattered plates and cups. A happy family merely walking around and enjoying a nice meal at the table. It was something Ronald secretly always did. Imagine what life within these towns and cities would be like if there was no war. What he would do if there was no war. Where would he be?

   Ronald and the men were all pulled out of their thoughts and searching when a crash of a pot shattering rang from the basement below. All of their heads snapping to the worn, wooden door that was the only thing that could possibly lead to the basement below. Ronald’s eyes narrowed at the door as he motioned for the men to move up. Liebgott took point and made his way towards the door. Pointing his firearm down at the door. Reaching for the doorknob slowly. His hand only centimetres away.

    Leibgott didn’t even get a chance to grab the doorknob, the door flew open and a woman came out screaming. A knife within her grasp. “Fahr zur Hölle, ihr Nazis!” (Go to hell, you Nazis.) She screamed. Knocking Joe right off his feet and slashing his bicep with the knife. Randleman jumped to action and grabbed onto her. Wrapping her arms around her stomach and hoisting her up and yanking her back. Bull fell back against a small table causing the rest of whatever else was on it to fall and crash onto the ground. The woman kicked and screamed while Joe stood and pressed a hand on the new gash on his arm. Ronald went and snatched the knife from her hand and threw it to the side.

   “What is she saying, Leib? Gah! Calm down, woman!” Martin yelled, while Ronald went to help Joe stand and grab a random cloth and pressing it against his arm.

   “She thinks we are the Germans,” Joe grunted. Looking towards the H/C woman. Approaching her and watching her heave within the arms of Randleman. “Wir sind Amerikaner, keine Nazis,” (We are Americans, not Nazis). Showing the American flag patch on his arm. 

   Ronald watched as her emotions changed greatly. Staring through the mess of her hair as she panted. “Put me down. I have no more weapons, I will comply now,” the German woman spoke through a heavy accent. Everyone fell silent for a moment. The junior enlisted and NCOs turned towards their Captain for an answer. Ronald thought for a moment and stared at the woman who seemingly relaxed. His eyes meeting hers. He could almost read her with just the look on her face and her eyes.

    Her skin was pale, skinnier than she should’ve been. Bruised littered her arms and legs. Her dress was torn and worn down greatly. “Let her go, she needs to go to Doc Roe. Maybe she could give us some information,” he stated. Watching as Bull placed her down gently. She wobbled slightly.

   “I’m sorry I cut you, I thought you were the Gestapo. I will give you the little food and medical supplies I have left,” she offered. Her hands folding in front of her. Joe looked down at her and shook his head. He was frustrated, he always had a short temper. But he cooled down.

   “It is fine,” he trailed off. He noticed a familiar symbol that rested on a necklace around her neck. A silver Star of David. “You are Jewish? I am too,” he told her. The woman just nodded as they began to walk out.

   “How long have you been hiding there?” asked Ronald. He was amazed she held up that long. How the Germans never looked into that basement. The flats she wore were practically worn away. 

  “I stopped counting after about a month, they never saw me there. And when they searched the basement when they first showed up, I hid in a crawl space my father had made for me when the entirety of the Gestapo began to go around Germany. And when they raided my town, my parents sent me down there. I heard them be taken away, and I hid and stayed quiet. They never found me,” she spoke very quietly. It made her voice harder to understand in a way due to her accent. They all merely listened as they walked. “And when you soldiers came into this home again, I heard all the gunfire, and I thought you guys lost against them. So when I heard footsteps, I knocked that pot over. I thought I was done for. The only weapon I had was that old knife my father gave me,” she paused for a moment. “I would rather die fighting then to be sent where the rest of the Jews in this area went,” the young woman finished.

///

   Ronald and the men brought her to Doc who got the small wounds she had and treated them carefully. Along with Leib’s arm wound. Ronald turned and his heart nearly softened at the sight of her. It was clear she knew what really happened to her parents. And now she was alone in this big world. “Martin, run and get her some food. Try to get some warm grub,” he told the NCO that stood besides him. Martin merely nodded with a quick ‘Yes, sir’ and ran off to get her some food. Going to stand in front of the woman while Roe still wrapped up one of her ankles.

   “So, what is your name?” he asked. No matter what Ronald Speirs said, or how he said it, he just seemed too intimidating. To anyone really. But the young woman didn’t seem fazed by it at all. He understood it though. She had probably been through, and seen things, more than anyone could ever understand, or even think of in that matter.

  “Y/N. My name is Y/N L/N,” she answered tiredly. A steaming cup of coffee within her hand. He watched as she slowly brought it to her lips and tilted it back. It was freezing this time of year, and all she wore was a torn dress and some flats. “You know, I never did like coffee all that much. I usually tea, but this American coffee is just so warm, it is perfect,” Y/N spoke with a chuckle. And without even thinking, the Paratrooper officer began to pull off his field jacket. 

  “Here, take this for now. I can probably get you some warmer clothes,” Ronald said as he gently draped the jacket around her shoulders. It seemed rather bigger on her no doubt. The young woman was frail, not dangerously skinny, but clear to the eyes that she was definitely underweight.

   Y/N hugged the jacket around her body. Looking back up at Spiers. “Thank you. You Americans are so kind to me. I am still very sorry for attacking one of your men,” She stood and walked in front of Ronald. “I am at service to you men, I might be able to help you on where the Germans are and are going to. I believe they have a base just a few miles from here,” Y/N offered. Ronald merely just nodded. 

   “That sounds good, but why don’t we find you a place to rest first. We are going to be stationed in this town for a little while. I can get you situated where the rest of the officers are staying,” Ronald responded, tossing a thumb over his shoulder. “You can talk to our officer in charge, Major Winter,” he told her. 

   Y/N just nodded. “That will be fine, should we head over now?” she asked quietly. Her eyes batted at Ronald, her face was tired and you could almost see the sadness she hid just sitting within her eyes. It made Ronald feel something he thought he would never feel for a long time. Remorse.

   Ronald nodded and turned on his heels quickly to face away from her. He couldn’t let emotions end up getting in the way of the mission. But, this was different. Was it? Or was he actually feeling for the young female he had just met. Something about her, even though meeting her just a few hours ago, made her stick to him almost. He just tried to push away the feelings all together, or the thoughts. 

///

   Speirs had gotten Y/N within the officer’s HQ, finding an empty room. It wasn’t much. An old, rickety bed with a thin mattress. It wasn’t much, but with a few extra blankets he had found for her, it would make a halfway decent room until they could find Y/N a way to get into a new city to start over.

    Y/N entered the room and looked around. “This was the Rabbi’s home,” she spoke up. Sitting on the bed. “It is a shame I’ll never see them again.” it shocked Ronald at how calm she was saying those words. Her eyes were still soft and sad as she smoothed out her skirt. A sigh escaping her dry and cracked lips.

   “How do you know you won’t ever see him again, or the rest of your family?” Ronald asked. Everyone had heard about the work camps. But nothing really solid. But Y/N seemed to understand at least one thing that came out of them. Evil.

  “We weren’t the first ones to be deported from here. First they took the foreign Jews. Some were excited to go, but then we realized that they weren’t coming back after seven months. There were rumors that the Hitler had ordered his soldiers to kill them all. And some rumors that they were just working within factories. But when they came to gather the rest of us, it was different. Forcing us out of our homes, pushing and shoving men and women. I watched a woman be hit by the butt of some soldier’s gun. And then a few boys I knew, they were only about nineteen. Making them just four years younger than me, they fought back against a few of the Nazi soldiers. Merely just shoving them. And they shot them. Without hesitation,” taking a shaking breath, she looked back up to Ronald. “We know now that whenever a Jew goes with the Nazis. They aren’t coming back,” she whispered.

    Ronald, a man of harshness and lacking the ability to show emotions in a time like this for a civilian. He didn’t exactly know how to respond. He just watched her facial expressions change as she told him the truths of what she saw. And after a few minutes of just silence, Ronald slowly placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

   “We had prayed you Americans would come. And at least you did now. I think I would freeze to death if I stayed in that basement another week,” she commented. Ronald just nodded and still didn’t have anything to say to her. “Thank you, Captain Speirs. Thank you for your men’s services,” her eyes were soft, and a smile soon appeared on her lips. It was the first time he saw her smile, and Ronald would never forget it. She was pretty. More than pretty, but Ronald just couldn’t find the right word to call it. Even covered in dirt and sweat. 

   “It.. don’t worry about it,” he said with a nod. “Why don’t you get some rest, we can get you some chow- I mean some hot food in a little while,” he offered. And Y/N merely just nodded. Picking up the blankets and getting beneath it all and rolling onto her side. Hearing one final yawn come from the woman before finally falling asleep. 

   Ronald stood there in the doorway for a few minutes. Making sure she had actually fallen asleep. That was until Major Winters came and placed a hand on Speirs’ shoulder. Making the Captain turn to look at him. 

   “Sir,” he said with a nod. Winters returned the nod then went back to the sleeping female. 

   “So what is the deal with this civilian?” Winters asked. Ronald turned back to the sleeping female. A part of him didn’t want to see her go, and he was kicking himself for it. A small shrug he gave as he took a moment to think.

  “She seems to have a lot of information. About the camps, the German forces, even about a base nearby. She is fluent in German and English. In my personal opinion, sir, I think she could be a good help to us,” pausing for a minute to collect himself and place himself in check for a moment. “Then bring her to a refuge center, hospital, or something. There isn’t anything left of this town. And she says her family is most definitely dead,” he added.

   Winters just nodded slightly, and a quiet chuckle fell from his lips. Causing a confused look from the officer that stood besides him. “If you believe that is what we must do, we will do it. Just never see you to be soft,” he said with a pat on his shoulder. Ronald’s eyes widened slightly and his mouth opened, wanting to defend himself. To which Major Winters just shook his head slightly, and Ronald closed his mouth. Turning his head away in slight embarrassment. “I won’t say anything, but we’ll take good care of her. You can’t be all tough all the time. I knew you would feel soft for someone eventually,” he snickered. Turning on his heels to walk away from the room.

   While shaking his head, Ronald turned back to the woman sleeping in front him. Waiting for Winter’s boots to fade completely. A sigh he made while watching Y/N breathe within her sleep. “Damn,” was all he said. Staring down at the floor then rubbing his face quickly. Looking at the woman once more before turning around and just walking off. Letting her sleep and wanting to figure out how to get himself out of the rut he had placed himself in.

    One that made his heart skip a beat.

[jaembby]

shopping shenanigans

Pairing: Hendery x fem reader

Genre: fluff + smut

Word count: 2.4k (ahh shit longest one yet)

Warnings: light fingering, oral (m reveiving), protected sex (be safe, everyone), a few cuss words, slight pda, public use of s3x t0ys, light dom/sub undertones, slight possessiveness, slight hint of switch!reader and switch!hendery, aftercare

Prompt:  Hiii. Can i please request a hendery fluffy smut scenario. Like he is out on a shopping date with his s/o in their hometown. Then leading to a smutty end if that makes sense hahaha thanks

A/n: thank you for the request @silent-potato!!! I kinda struggled with the smut as I’ve never written smut before but please let me know how to improve with it! It’s got smut but with a fluffy aftercare ending... idk if that’s what you wanted but here you go! I think the smut part turned out okay but lmk what you think. Sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes. I wrote this instead of doing my asignments ndhks. Honestly, I don’t really think this turned out as great as it could be but I tried so here you go! Okay I’ll shut up now... enjoy!

A/N: it’s 2022 and I’m so fuckint sorry for this fic. I realise how shit my writing was one/two years ago and THE VIBRATING SHIT?? im pondering whether or not to just delete this fic bc I hate it sm

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“Baby, we have to go or the shops will close!”, Hendery says to you as he walks out of his room in your shared apartment and cuddles you quickly. You and Hendery met around 3 years ago. How it happened has slipped your mind but since that moment, you’ve been close friends. The two of you were very alike in many ways and he’s one of the best friends you’ve ever had. However, around 6 months ago, Hendery asked you out. You were so happy as you’d been crushing on the boy since not long after you’d met and now you two were together.

“Stop daydreaming and get changed or I’ll just ask Yangyang or Lucas to come with me.”, your boyfriend teased. You quickly got off the couch and went to your room where you changed into a black pleated skirt, a tight-fitting white singlet and Doc Martins and brush your hair before grabbing your bag and money and walking out to meet your boyfriend in the living room.

“Okay I’m ready.”, you say with your back faced towards Hendery as you grab your phone.

Hendery turns around at the sound of your voice and inhales sharply once he sees what you’re wearing. The tight-fitting shirt showing off your figure and short skirt revealing your tones legs and leaving little to the imagination. You were so in for it later.

The two of you wanted to spend as much time as you could at the shops today, seeing as it’s one of both of your days off. Kun-Hang quickly turned back towards his room and grabbed one of his hoodies before returning to the living room to see you waiting for him.

“Here, wear this. You’re mine, angel. I don’t want strangers looking at you the wrong way.”, Your boyfriend says, blushing slightly as he looks you up and down and passes you his hoodie. You comply and put the clothing on, cuddling the warm material. 

“Let’s go baby!!”, you say excitedly and drag your boyfriend out the door. The two of you cuddled in the backseat of the taxi before arriving at the shopping centre. 

“Come on!”, you said excitedly and dragged Hendery into the first store insight where you went straight to trying on outfits.

“Do you like this one?” You were wearing a tight-fitting blue checkered miniskirt with a white tube top. You looked up at your boyfriend as he grumbled at the outfit.

“Baby, we just got here and I’m already tempted to take you home and have my way with you.”, Hendery says in a low voice, eyes raking over you as he places a quick kiss to your lips.

“I love the outfit though... let me pick some for you.”, He says before you could respond, already turning to look for more clothes for you.

The two of you finish up at the first store but you didn’t end up buying anything. That was only the first shop, though. After visiting a few more stores where you teased him by trying on a few revealing items, Hendery quickly spies another shop with both men and women’s clothing and grabs your hand as you head inside. You quickly pick out an outfit for your boyfriend to try and when he comes out of the changing rooms, you’re glad you picked those clothes. It’s a fitting black shirt with grey sweatpants and a black bucket hat and it looks amazing on him. 

“If you don’t buy that, I will for you.”, you inform Hendery in what you try to make an authoritative tone but fail miserably.

“Okay okay, I’ll get it! Angel, I got something for you while you were in the other store. I’ll pay for this then I want you to go to the bathrooms and try it on for me. I’ll  know if you don’t wear it though, baby.” He says mischievously in a lower voice than usual as he walks up to the counter to pay for the clothes.

The two of you exit that store and you’re now in the bathroom, opening the box Hendery gave you, curious as to what your boyfriend wants you to wear. Vibrating panties. Vibrating fucking panties. You’re in public, there’s no way you’re wearing these. You quickly text Hendery asking him why the fuck he wants you to wear these in public and he simply responds with be a good girl and put them on for me.

This man never punctuates sentences when the two of you are just texting like this unless he was 100% serious, which in this case, he was. You put the panties on, praying that Kun-Hang wouldn’t do anything too serious with them.

As soon as Hendery sees you walk out of the stall, he opens an app which controls the vibrations and gives it a small tap. You sharply inhale at the sudden attack and glanced at your boyfriend, signalling to him that you did what he asked.

“Good girl.” He says before grabbing your hand and leading you into more stores. The two of you continue shopping and picking clothes for each other with only a few small vibrations here and there. These small vibrations and your boyfriend’s authoritative state, however, were starting to make you feel things that you shouldn’t feel in a shopping centre.

“Baby, can we go home soon?” You ask, looking shyly at the floor.

“Why’s that, angel?”, Hendery asks confidently while giving the panties another pulse. He knew what he was doing and was proud of you for lasting this long.

“You know why.”, You say as you roll your eyes at his teasing. Suddenly, your boyfriend grabs your hand and leads you to a store that’s empty apart from the shopkeeper and grabs the first item of clothing he sees before dragging you to the secluded changing rooms.

Once the both of you are in the changing room, Hendery pushes you gently against the wall and crashes his lips against yours as the pair of you messily fight for dominance with your tongues. You let out a small moan and Hendery quickly pulls way, telling you to keep quiet as you’re in a shop. You comply and melt into his touch when he starts sucking gently on your neck. You force a hand over your mouth to muffle any noise that comes out as Hendery finds your sweet spot and sucks harshly on it, pulsing the panties while doing so. He sets the panties to a higher setting and attaches his lips with yours once again, running a hand up and down your side while he controls the vibrations with the other. He quietly moans into your mouth as you grab at his hair and sets the panties even higher. By now, you’re a panting mess and can feel a knot starting to tighten in the pit of your stomach. You knew you were close as Kun-Hang turned the vibrations up once more and started gently rubbing your nipples through your bra and shirt and just as you were about to come undone, he stopped.

“Not here, baby. You can finish when we get home.” He says lowly into your ear, sending shivers up your spine. The two of you fix your hair and clothes as Hendery puts his hoodie back over you and you walk out of the changing room, quickly returning the clothing to its hanger and making your way out of the shopping centre while calling for a taxi.

The ride home was quick and quiet, both sides stealing glances at each other occasionally and with a pulse of two every so often from your boyfriend. He laced his fingers with yours as the two of you hopped out of the car and quickly made your way inside your shared apartment. As soon as he closed the door, Hendery dropped the bags of clothing to the floor and picked you up, carrying you to his bedroom where he lay you down on his bed and picked up where you left off in the shops. You took his jumper off along with your shirt, skirt and shoes, leaving you in only your bra and the panties which were now turned onto a medium setting. Hendery was quick to discard his shirt and shoes too, leaving him in only his sweatpants, a bulge forming at his groin.

“Angel, take that off please?” He asked you, motioning to the bit of fabric hiding your breasts. You comply and your boyfriend immediately takes one of your perky nipples into his warm mouth and plays with the other one. The feeling of the vibrating panties and Hendery’s warm mouth sucking and nipping at your sensitive buds causes your orgasm to build up. As if he read your mind, Hendery sucked harder on your nipple before moving to the other one and moved a hand down to rub your sensitive clit. You felt the bulge of his dick pressing into your side as he moved to look at you, the finger on your clit never once slowing down, and pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips. You could feel your orgasm about to bubble over as the knot in your stomach was pulling tighter.

“Cum for me, princess.” With those four words, you screamed out your boyfriend’s name as your back arched off the bed and you came. Hendery turned the panties off, only slightly rubbing your clit to help you come down from your high before he pressed a loving kiss to your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, my angel,” your boyfriend uttered adoringly. He made no effort yet to sort out his problem and just stayed with you until your breathing went back to a normal pace.

You suddenly became aware of Hendery’s hard-on which was pressing into you slightly. You sat up, tugging at your boyfriend’s sweatpants as you made a move to take them off. His lengthy cock sprung out of his boxers when you tugged both his pants and boxers down in one go. When his length was free, you slowly started to swirl the precum that was dripping from the head around it as a lubricant. Hendery moaned quietly when you started pumping his shaft up at a steady pace. You leaned up and kissed him gently as you increased your pace before breaking away, only to wrap your soft lips around his wet cock.

“Angel, I’m close.” Hendery panted as you bobbed your head up and down, taking as much of his length into your warm cavern as you could and pumping the rest quickly with your hands as his hipped bucked up every now and then. You moaned, knowing the vibrations would add to the pleasure for your boyfriend. You could feel his dick twitching in your mouth so you sucked harder and moved faster.

“Baby, I’m about to cum” He cried as you hummed in approval of his words. Not 5 seconds later, hot white seed was shooting from Hendery’s cock and down your throat. you swallowed as much as you could and licked the rest that had dripped down the length of his dick as he hummed, satisfied with your actions.

“Baby, can you keep going for me? One more round?” Your boyfriend asks. You nod as you take off your last remaining item of clothing and press a wet kiss to your Hendery’s mouth. He pulls you on top of him as he slowly inserts one finger into your dripping pussy, using your cum as lubricant and you moan at the sensation. You reach over to the bedside table and grab a condom out of the draw before putting it on Hendery’s cock which was slowly starting to harden again. Hendery sped up his pace and quickly added another finger before flipping you over and spreading your legs for easier access. You were a panting moaning mess beneath your boyfriend as you start to feel the familiar knot in your stomach. You boyfriend collects some of your juices to use as lubricant and lines up at your entrance before pushing into you slowly and gently.

“Babe, how are you still so tight after the number of times I’ve fucked you?” He asks and moans when he feels your walls clench around his cock.

“You can move.” You tell Hendery and he immediately starts to move inside you at an even pace, his length hitting all the right spots. You moan as he speeds up, the both of you sensitive from your previous orgasms.

“Baby I’m close.” You say with a struggle as he snaps his hips against yours at an even faster pace, the both of you nearing your climaxes.

“Me too, angel.” He pants as his thrusts begin to get sloppy.

“Faster, baby.” You moan as your boyfriend willingly complies. You can feel yourself nearing your orgasm, the knot inside you about to snap.

“Look at me when you cum.” Hendery commands. There’s something in his voice that makes you snap and you once again scream his name while looking into his beautiful brown eyes as you cum all over his covered cock. This pushed Hendery over the edge and your boyfriend moans loudly as he climaxes, his thrusts slowing to a halt as you both come down from your highs.

“I love you so much, my angel,” Hendery says adoringly as he pulls out and slowly gets up to dispose of the condom and get wet towels to clean the both of you off.

“I love you too, baby.” You say back. You lay down and Hendery comes back not long after and begins to clean you off before wiping himself down too. He puts the towels and both of your clothes in the laundry before coming back and cuddling with you.

“You tired?” He asks you while snuggling into you. You nod and hum, telling him that you are as Hendery gently lifts your head, placing a kiss to your lips, nose and forehead before laying your head on his chest and pulling the blankets over the both of you as you cuddle each other.

“I love you.” You say sleepily to him, cuddling into his chest more as he wraps an arm around you.

“I love you too, princess. More than anything.” He replies with a soft smile but you don’t hear as the soft even beating of his heart has lulled you to sleep. He quickly falls asleep, a small smile on his face as he holds you close to him.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hiii I'm really new to the fandom, like I just discovered the show this month and I loved the end but I should say that even if the 3rd and 4th season weren't as good as the first two to me tfp was amazing, the only thing that I hated was how they portrayed Mary as a saviour and how in tld she was the one that told John to save Sherlock because John would've done that alone and honestly I would've never forgive her and I was just about to stop watching the show because I hated that part, to me is unrealistic how they forgot everything and were fine with her and I was glad when she d*ed tbh but they still used her and well but I thought that tfp was an amazing chapter and I was surprised to see that the fandom hated it :( why do they hate it so much?

Hey Nonny!

First off, welcome to the fandom!! We’re happy to have you here!

Secondly, I want to preface this with: it’s totally okay to have liked S4 / TFP, and it’s totally okay if you saw something there that I certainly haven’t. It’s not my place to gatekeep the fandom. You’re allowed to enjoy it, and as a heads up to my lovelies who want to reply to this ask too, to please be respectful to my Nonny and their enjoyment of S4. 

That said, PLEASE know that this WILL get ranty and it is NOT an attack on you, Nonny. I really am not upset at you and I am very happy that you enjoy the series. I, on the other hand just get very emotional whenever I talk about S4 and what it could have been. Quite honestly, I envy you Nonny; I’ve been too deep into fandom and meta and learning about narrative storytelling for WAY too long to think of it as anything other than a terrible conclusion to what was once an amazing series all because Mofftiss wanted to “shock” people.

With that segue, I’ve essentially summed it all up in a few other asks here, so you can go down that rabbit hole if you like:

Why do most fans hate S4, especially TFP? (THIS POST HERE LISTS A LARGE CHUNK OF WHY I DON’T LIKE S4)

Why Do You Hate S4, I’m Just Curious (huge discussion post)

 FOLLOWUP: Can I Tell You that I love you?

Why Does Everyone Seem to Hate S4 and Mary So Much?

How do I respond to people who say they liked S4

Controversial Opinion: S4 Sucked

S4 Didn’t Feel Like BBC Sherlock

The main TL;DR for me about why I dislike TFP: It didn’t feel like an episode of Sherlock AT ALL, the characters were ALL out of character, and it essentially erased 7 years’ of plot / character development: 

Molly regressed to S1E1 Molly after establishing that she moved on from Sherlock

Moriarty was essentially a patsy and not a mastermind, and in turn leaving Carl Powers as a HUGE plot hole

who the FUCK is Mycroft in this episode??

Sherlock would NEVER ignore Vatican Cameos

Eurus’ whole character destroyed the world that these characters existed in for 12 episodes prior (ie. BASED IN REALITY). They made her essentially an X-Man. Her very role in the whole season was too fantastical. Why would you break out of this prison only to go back in so you can play a weird Escape room with Saw traps?

John’s entire character was destroyed

Sherlock’s entire purpose in the entire series was reduced to being a woobie because Mofftiss has a “hurting Ben” kink, it seems

Mary basically saying if it wasn’t for her, John and Sherlock could never be, even though they WERE before her stupid face ever was in the picture

They ruined Mary’s character; she could’ve been a badass villain but they made her a martyr through an unapologetic, undeserved, non-redemption. And her DVD’s were stupid and disgusting and just proves what a cruel character she was while trying to convince us that she wasn’t.

Anyway, I could keep going, but you get the idea. Check out the posts linked above for even more.

I think for me, it stems from being someone who wrote meta to help understand characters and narrative constructs, and the narrative took a complete 180 and did something completely different than what people assumed would happen all because I feel Mofftiss was spiteful that we guessed most of TAB, so they wanted to “subvert expectations” and did a piss-poor job of it. I don’t know. It’s not good writing when watching the entire show as a whole. S4 doesn’t feel like Sherlock, because the John-and-Sherlock relationship (regardless if you ship it or not) just ISN’T THERE. It turned into the “Mostly Mary, Occasionally Sherlock, and maybe John when we need someone’s character to destroy” show. I’ve a sneaking suspicion AA had a lot to do with that, but it’s all gossip and hearsay, so I’ll leave it there.

Anyway, Nonny, this whole thing isn’t meant to insult you. I’m GLAD you enjoyed S4 / TFP. I can’t even watch the series without cringing, and the only way I can sit through S4 is if I read it as John’s TAB. I’m envious that you can enjoy it on the surface. I want to say give it a few years and you’ll be one of us old jaded folks, but mreh, not my place. If anything, I hope that my reply and all the links posted above let you understand why the fandom and critics at large didn’t enjoy it. I genuinely can see why people do like it: Ben and Martin are fantastic with what they have to work with, and the first two episodes look really pretty. But I just... can’t be swayed. I made a genuine effort to like it, I really did, when it first came out. But I guess just examining it too closely and trying to understand why Mofftiss made such a decision to destroy their most profitable property, it’s just really bizarre to me.

Hope you have a good day, Nonny, and I do hope you’ll stick around! <3 I’ll understand if you hate me now, LOL. <3 

[ellana-ravenwood]

Batfam and friends after dentist

I just remembered this video : clickclickclick, and this happened. Please, don’t take it too seriously it’s just a fun little joke post haha. I hope you’ll still enjoy it a little nonetheless ^^. Here we are, the Batfam and friends, after dentist :

DICK

Dick : “Turns out my dentist is not giving me a plaque for great teeth after all. He really hurt my fillings.” Makes all the WORST pun you can think about, to calm his nerve, as he’s about to go to surgery to take his wisdom teeth out. Bruce is there, for support. Of course, he’d be there for his son. Dick wakes up, the surgery went GREAT. He looks around, a little groggy, looks at his dad, and...Starts to rap absolute nonsense, as if his life depended on it : 

“I'm feeling the rainbow like skittles

dropping reptars like my name was tommy pickles

for rizzle, thats drizzle?

nah my nizzle, thats the shizzle”

Asks Bruce to buy him a “big ass gold chain” and if the dentist could transplant silver teeth on him now, “while we’re at it”. Bruce is able to reason with him and convinces him that sure, he’ll buy him the gold chain he wants, but he should wait for the teeth because his mouth is still too numb and such. Dick agrees that it sounds sensible, but does not drop the subject of him becoming a successful rapper. On the way back to the Manor, they stop to buy a gold chain, because Bruce cannot resists when his kids give him the “puppy eyes”. Dick choses the ugliest biggest thing in the entire shop. It says “bling bling” on it, has a few shiny diamonds, and is about twice the size of his head. He looks at it as if it was the best thing on earth while on the ride home. The drugs start to wear off but as a result he’s super tired again, he goes to sleep...Wakes up with that ugly chain, wondering what the hell happened. 

JASON

Woke up after wisdom teeth removal. Got pissed because he really wanted Coca Cola but there was only Pepsi. Proceeded to tell Bruce that him bringing Pepsi back instead of Coke was worst than when he didn’t kill the Joker to avenge his death (queue Bruce nervously looking at the nurses, and really insisting on how funny people who just got their wisdom teeth removed could be). After the Pepsi/Coke debacle claimed he has 9 children (Bruce’s influence for sure hahaha). Apollo and Jean-Claude being his favorite two. Proceeded to cry because he admitted he had favorite children, and thought it was horrible to choose a favorite. Apologized to “his” kids that were definitely not there and talked about how his dad (pointing at Bruce), never had favorites. Bruce is touched. Until Jason remembers the Pepsi incident and tries to escape the room by jumping out of the window to go pouting alone somewhere. Queue a ridiculous struggle between Bruce and his son, as Jason, still quite limped and out of it because of the sleeping drugs, resists as best as he can while his dad drags him to the car to go home, trying to be as gentle as possible because he doesn’t want to hurt Jason’s mouth. Just to be sure, Bruce stops on the way to buy a bunch of coke bottles... 

TIM

After waking up from getting his wisdom teeth removed, sitting in a wheelchair because he can’t stand yet (Tim is very resistant to anesthetic, and they had to give him more than usual for it to work), telling to Bruce who’s wheeling him back to the car, in a very dramatic way : “Lady, I thank you for your help. You have to release me back to the ocean now. My time on land, is over.”

Bruce, not sure he quite understood : “...What was that, chum ?” 

Tim : “I said please m’am, get me back to my people. They need me.” 

Then the boy proceeds to stick both his legs up, and move them as if he was a mermaid, making “woosh” sounds with his mouth as if he was splashing water around. Bruce doesn’t even try to reason with him (he remembers how it was impossible to do so with Jason and his Coke, or with Dick who really thought he was a rapper), so he goes along with it, talking about Tim’s “people” and why he can’t stay on land. Queue a dramatic full of adventure stories where he was taken away from his land and...and Bruce realizes the boy is kinda telling Aquaman’s story (that he probably learned by hacking into Batman’s secret files he has on everyone). He seems to really believe it...When they get back home, Tim is suspicious because there is no ocean, but his dad convinces him that the pool is said ocean, and Tim solemnly say “good bye” to Bruce, before dipping into the water. Of course, Bruce keeps an eye on him, because in the state he is there might be accidents, but Tim just lays there, on his back, floating around and mumbling about fish species he knows. Eventually, the cold water gets to him and he finally comes back to his senses. Bruce helps him out of the pool, and Tim goes to sleep, wrapped in blankets, holding his dad’s hand. 

CASSANDRA

She had to have a rather heavy mouth surgery after an accident, and woke up ,slowly, in a hospital bed. Bruce was there of course, waiting patiently, worried, and hoping she’d wake up soon. It was nerve wracking to wait for your child to be better ! When she does wake up, she doesn’t even look lost or anything, although the surgeon told Bruce that she was probably gonna be feeling a little hazy and such. So the fact she seems totally fine reassures her dad. And then suddenly she throws her blanket off of her, stands up so fast that Bruce’s brain doesn’t have time to react, and walks to the nearest fire alarm. She looks at Bruce straight in the eyes, pull the alarm, and just says : 

“Shit’s fire.” 

DAMIAN

He had to have a minor surgery on his jaw, but was still put under anesthetic. Bruce, having witnessed his other kids under it, is ready to have a good laugh...But his boy is just sitting there, waiting for his father to fill in some paperwork and pay for the surgery. Yeah sure, it’s a little weird that he keeps petting his tongue but, ya know, maybe he’s feeling weird because his entire mouth is numb. Then Bruce is done with paperworks and such, and goes to Damian, who proceeds to tell him he got “a ‘ew ‘at” (a new cat)...

“Um. Really, champ ? Uuuh...Where is it ?” ----> Bruce playing along. And then Damian looks at him and breaks into a huge goofy smile and says : “’Ight ‘ere.” (Right here) Showing the tongue he has been petting for the past twenty minutes. Damian then tells to whoever goes by that he has a new cat and asks them if they want to pet him. Bruce takes him home, laughing to himself all the way, and promises a Damian who came back to his senses that this little story will indeed stay between them. 

BRUCE 

Not actually him after dentist, but something I thought about a lot :

Dentist : “Mister Wayne, do you grind your teeth ?” 

Bruce : “Yes. Have you seen how many children I have ?” 

Also, he waits the last minute before having to urgently remove his wisdom teeth, because the big bad bat is...afraid of the dentist. Alfred has to go with him. Bruce makes sure all the kids are busy this day, to their great disappointment...Alfred takes a lot of video for them (because it’s unfair he got to see them all floozy and they didn’t). The kids make a montage of it and post it on YouTube, as well as on instagram stories, calling it : “Is Bruce Wayne ok ?”, and it’s like a bunch of short images of what Bruce did after his surgery, still under the anesthetic’s influence. Him crying, him laughing like a mad man the second after, him hugging a pillow shaped like a tooth and refusing to let go because he thinks it’s the one they took out of his mouth, blabbering nonsense, asking for a “taco milkshake” etc etc...Of course, video went viral. 

ALFRED 

Has apparently nothing wrong with him, which is infuriating to the family who was really expecting him to have something that they could eventually use against him. Since he “raised” most of the them, he has way too much leverage against them, and they have way too little. But he’s just normal, and it’s so annoying. 

Up until they come home, and he goes in the kitchen, ignores Bruce telling him that he needs to get some rest, and proceeds to whip a five course meal, making the weirdest combination ever...Porridge and Turkey ? Saurkraut in an Enchilada ? Salt and Vinegar chips in a smoothie ?

STEPHANIE

Bruce picks her up after her wisdom teeth removal (it’sjusttheeasythinghaha), along with Tim, and she has that dreamy look in her eyes. Tim asks her if she’s alright, and she’s like : 

“The dentist said I need a crown.” 

Tim and Bruce are a little perplex, like, this doesn’t sound nice ? But then Steph looks at them and just says : 

“I said, I KNOW RIGHT ?! Guys. I’m going to be a queen.” 

Queue Bruce and Tim smiling, and Steph mumbling something about how one day, she’ll be the boss of them haha. 

DUKE

Of course, Bruce went with Duke because...Well, he unfortunately has no one else :/. And when you have any sort of surgery, it’s nice to have someone you trust with you. So. Anyway. Surgery goes on, and Duke wakes up after a few hours, a little out of it. He looks at Bruce, smiles and is like : “Hiii Brush !” while laughing a little to himself. Which makes B smile too, but then he gets worried because all of a sudden, Duke freezes, and stares at the nurse. Then after a few seconds he’s whispering to Bruce : 

“Hey, hey, why didn’t you tell me that Céline Dion was my nurse ?” 

Evidently, Bruce is confused. Duke then proceeds to admit his biggest guilty pleasure is to blast Céline Dion’s songs when he’s alone. Gushes over that nurse that looks NOTHING like Céline Dion, but he’s SURE it’s her. He blushes and is embarassed because he’s such a fan ! But then finally asks for an autograph, sings her songs badly (even worst with all the gauze in his mouth), and leaves the room, holding onto Bruce, with tears in his eyes because man...he just met Céline Dion ! 

BARBARA

Wakes up from having her wisdom teeth removed, crying, admitting that she killed the president...Which one ? Martin Van Buren of course. Spends the next few minutes crying about how she’s a disgrace to her family because she killed someone and HER DAD IS A COP !! Starts to sing : “Mammmaaaaaaaa, I killed a maaaaaaan” while still crying. But then suddenly is sure that she actually got framed, and becomes super suspicious of everyone, everything culminating when Dick comes to pick her up to bring her home and she thinks he’s the one that is “blackmailing” her, so she takes a run for it...Dick gets Barbara back to her place with a black eye, saying “I don’t want to talk about it” to Commissioner Gordon. Haha. 

LUCAS FOX :

As the dentists says : “I need to put some bitewings in your mouth for the X-rays ok ?”

Luke Fox : “Bat...wing ? Oh. OH ! BATWING !” Hahahaha (could also work with David of course). 

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Ok done. Again, nothing to take too seriously, it’s obviously just a few little jokes :). Wanted to share nonetheless, I like writing “domestic” lighthearted Batfam stuffs...haha ^^' .

Ah and yeah I know some members of the Batfam extended family (it’s pretty big now) are missing, but I guess it just means I’ll make another post about it hehe. So please, don’t give me too much grief about those I “forgot”, it was getting too long ^^. 

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In Denial // A Theo Raeken story

Chapter 4

A/n: Theo, in this story, came back to beacon hills in junior year.

(3 weeks later)

I walked into school early. By early, I mean it's six in the morning. School doesn't start till seven thirty. Every year on the first day, the pack meets in the library. This year, it's Scott, Lydia, Mason, Corey, and me. Everyone else had gotten caught by the ghost riders. Yeah, it's hard without Stiles. I've talked to him through the radio of his jeep before. My "mom" is still here and she scares the living crap out of me. I think she knows about everything going on. I mean, she knows about the supernatural, but we never told her we know she isn't real. She will sometimes stand in my doorway and stare.

I get the shivers as soon as I think about her.

My walk down to the library is long. I decided to go the inside way. The air outside is too cold, and it's supposed to rain soon. I hear something behing me and pick up my pace, immediately thinking back to the dream I had just a few weeks ago. I take a quick glance behind me before putting my hand on the door to the library. Nobody there.

I try to pull the handle but it wouldn't budge. Sounds of heels clicking in the distance scares me. I turn to the noise and see Mrs. Martin walking towards me, her eyes not swaying away from mine.

"Safe space remember? Library doesn't open until seven." She just walks right past me as she speaks, her voice echoing throughout the halls. Again, I hear another noise from down the hallway. I see what's left of the pack walk down towards me.

"You gonna open the door, Ruby?" Scott asks. I shake my head.

"It's locked." I say. I turn to Lydia. "Your mom locked it. Said it doesn't open until seven."

"Ugh. What?" Lydia groans.

Mason jumps in, "Isn't it supposed to be open for twenty four hours?"

"Yes." I reply. "We can just go into an empty classroom." Everyone nodds at the idea. Classroom it is.

We pick an empty class down the hall, one without any decorations so we know a teacher won't come in later.

"So, we need a plan." Scott announces.

"We have-" Mason gets cut off by Lydia.

"Liam's plan to use Theo sucks. Scott's right, we need a new one."

Speaking of Theo, after the lake we never talked. I have no idea where he went or what he's doing.

I don't "miss" him. How could I? He's not a good person, and I'm glad I haven't seen him again.

After and hour and a half of chatting in the class room, the warning bell goes off, signaling us to go to class. I say my goodbyes and walk with Scott to first period. Ap chemistry.

We turn into classroom 323 and sit in our assigned seats. Thankfully, I got seated next to Scott. Unfortunately, there are three seats to the lab table and when I look over at the name on the index card taped to the front of the table, I sigh. "Of course."

"What was that, Ruby?" Scott asked.

"Look at the name tag," I reply.

Then, like I summoned the devil, he walks in. Smile on his face and everything.

"Here's my name." Theo says, not even looking at the tag, but to me. That dumb smirk still on his face.

It's gonna be a long semester.

After three class, Theo followed Scott and I down the hallway to lunch. Scott has my first three classes with me, thankfully. I might die without him there. I haven't seen stiles in three weeks.

Scott wispers loud enough for me to hear. "Theo stop following us." I can smell the arrogance off Theo right now. He doesn't say anything back, just takes a sharp right turn into the mens room.

When we meet everyone in the cafeteria, they all look at me.

"What?" I ask. Lydia is the first to speak up.

"Girl, we've been seeing Theo staring at you all day." I blush. "Do you like him?!" That makes everyone stare at me even more.

"No, what? Of course not?" After saying that I hear a growl in the corner of my ear. I turn around, quickly, to see who it was, but no one was there.

"Ruby, are you okay?" I heard Scott say to me. He said it low enough so nobody else heard.

"Yeah, just thought I heard something."

After lunch, I go to my locker and get my text book for my last class, forensics. Stiles had that class with me. He was the only one in the pack who was taking it with me.

I opened my locker. As soon as the door came open, a small note fell out. I picked it up and looked around to see if anyone was watching me find the note. I unfolded the small slip of paper and read it.

Meet me under bleachers after tryouts.

We need to talk.

I totally forgot about tryouts today. My 4th year being on the highschool lacrosse team. My last year being on any lacrosse team. I wish Stiles was here. I really miss him.

After I got back from the lake that day with Theo, Stiles called me and said he saw them. The ghost riders. He saw them. I drove over to the school as fast as I could, but Lydia told me I was too late. It took us a whole week and a half to remember him after that day.

My last class ended, finally. I litterly felt like I could die. We didn't even learn about forensics, we just went over some stupid class rules.

I walked to the locker room, catching up with Scott along the way. We didn't talk the whole way. I know he misses Stiles too.

Tryouts went by as normal, we did some drills and did some one on ones. I made first line like last year, and Scott made team captain again. I had almost forgot about the note until Scott asked if I wanted to get celebratory icecream.

"Oh. I'm actually supposed to meet someone." He gave me a funny look.

"Who?" He asked as he slung his lacrosse bag over his shoulder, walking down the hallway of the empty school.

"I actually don't know." He stopped walking and tilted his head slightly. I just kept walking. "Bye McCall." I shouted behind me.

"Bye. Be safe." And with that I went to the field once again, but not for lacrosse.

A figure was already standing under the bleachers. I couldn't see his face that well since coach turned the field lights off. Only the lights coming from the building illuminated the back of the figure. He stepped foward, and i still couldn't see him. It's so dark.

"What do you want?" I asked to the figure, taking more steps towards me. He finally came about three inches away from me. I could finally see the outline of his face, looking up. His height making him tower over my short body. "Theo?"

"We need to talk, Ruby."

"About what? What could you possibly want to tell me that is so important you have to meet me under the bleachers at ten pm?" He smirked.

"I can't stop thinking about you." I rolled my eyes and turned around, but didn't get far. His hand planted a firm grip around my wrist.

"Theo let go. I'm not becoming another one of your little flings. I need to focus on Stiles." He growled and I recognized it from the growl in the cafeteria. I turned towards him.

"Did you mean what you said in the cafeteria?" He asked, his voice suddenly soft.

"Theo let go, please. Your hurting me." He let go immediately after I said it hurt.

"Im sorry." He said soothingly. "But did you mean it?" I sighed.

"Theo I can't be with you. You're the bad guy." His face contorted into confusion. I think I hurt him.

"What about the lake, the- the spare room."

I immediately replied, "I was just trying to be nice. And I regret ever doing it." No, no, no. I don't regret it. I don't.

Theo just sighed and walked off.

"Wait-"

"Ruby, don't talk to me." He never turned back to me, just kept on walking.

Hiii. Again. I kinda like this chapter. Let me know what you think. Love you guys

Xoxo -em

Wc: 1432♡

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James van Riemsdyk #1

Requested by:  hey!! love your writing, could you please write one where your brother is Matt Martin from the Toronto Maple Leafs and you're dating James Van Riemsdyk in secret and everyone on the team knows but Matt because Matt has told you to stay away from hockey players because he doesn't trust them and he accidentally walks in on you & James in the Leafs dressing room?

*Hiii! Thank youuuu!I I hope you like this one. Enjoy!:) And I know you’ve been waiting for this too @carey-pricemas.*

Word count: 986

This is the riskiest, possibly the stupidest, thing you could ever do and yet, you’re still standing outside the Toronto Maple Leafs’ dressing room after practice, patiently waiting for your brother *cough*boyfriend*cough* to come out. Does Matt even know you’re here, waiting for him? No. Does James know? Yes.

The door opened and your soul almost jumped out of your body, only to find Mitch Marner peeking out, “hey,” he said, a big grin on his face, “brother or boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend,” you told him honestly, smiling, “but we’ll just say brother, okay?” you laughed.

Matt Martin, by all means, is a goon. Technically, those kinds of players are enforcers but when it comes down to it, they’re goons. He wasn’t always like that, your brother, but he adapted physicality into his playing style because that’s what he needed to do to succeed in pro hockey. He knew it, you knew it, everyone knew it. That doesn’t mean he was a violent guy in real life. Oh no, Matt Martin is the kindest, softest person you know, a complete opposite of the hard fighting guy on the ice.

Still, it doesn’t mean your boyfriend, his new teammate James van Riemsdyk, is safe from his heavy-handed punches once Matty finds out.

Oh gosh, what if Matty finds out?

Nah, he won’t. Right? He’s really close friends with the rookies and if Mitch Marner knows and Matty still doesn’t, you’re pretty safe.

Another familiar head poked out of the dressing room, “five minutes,” he grinned.

You nodded, “crunch time,” you laughed, “hurry before he finishes,” you told your boyfriend. You should probably tell Matt by now, since you’re already being so reckless and most of the team know anyway.

He scrunched his face and puckered his lips, his eyes twinkling.

“No,” you laughed, still whispering, “I’m already putting a lot on the line coming here and not waiting for you at home,” you grinned.

Still, his face remained scrunched and his lips remained puckered.

“Fine,” you chuckled, walking over to him only to stop a few feet in front.

“Jamie,” you giggled when he made kissy sounds. You stood on your tiptoes and was about to kiss him when he was pushed forward by someone inside the room.

“Tell your girlfriend to wait, Reems,” the weirdly-boyish voice of your brother filtered out of the room, “she can have you later,” he continued to say before opening the door fully to take a peek, “who is she anyway? I didn’t know you had a gir—“

If there was ever a time Matt Martin, in his twenty-seven years on earth, looked like he wanted to be swallowed by the ground, it would be now.

He looked exactly like how you felt.

In a sort of comical, whispery kind of way, Matt said your name.

“Hi Matty,” you said nonchalantly, “is Syd here?”

All of a sudden, his face turned from shocked to angry, “what the fuck?” He glared at you before turning to glare at your boyfriend.

“Don’t punch him,” you said hurriedly, afraid that he will, in fact punch his own teammate.

Matt’s eyes shifted back to you, “I’m not gonna punch him, what is wrong with you?” you sounded so mad that you actually stopped yourself from cowering. This is just Matt, older brother and dragon slayer. He crossed his arms on his chest and looked at James again, “what is wrong with you? My sister, really?” he said, his arms bulging, “you couldn’t just have told me? How long has this been going on anyway?”

James raised his arms in surrender, “man, I told her it wasn’t good to hide it from you.”

Matt looked like one of those cartoons with steam coming out of their ears, “how long has this been going on?” he asked again through gritted teeth.

“A while,” you said just as Reemer said, “a few months.”

Your brother rolled his eyes, “you think you could make me feel stupid?” he asked you, “I can’t believe you broke my promise.”

You squeezed his arm gently, “Matty, I never promised I’d stay away from hockey players,” you shrugged, “and James is not like that.”

“I know he’s not like that!” he said, completely forgetting that James was standing beside him, “I know him.”

Matt sounded so frustrated and loud that you’re shocked no one from his team opened the door to see what the commotion was all about.

“Look,” he said, eyes shifting from you to your boyfriend, “date each other, whatever, I don’t care as long as she’s happy,” he said, “I’m just not happy that you kept it from me, what were you so scared about? We both know I can’t punch you, it’s against the rules.”

Your boyfriend nodded and apologized, “we were honestly just waiting for the right time to tell you.”

“When’s that?” your brother countered, “after you’ve broken up?”

“Okay,” you said a little too forcefully, “hey, no one’s breaking up,” you told Matt, “you’re not breaking up with me,” you looked at James, “you’re stuck with me and you can’t do anything about it.”

James looked at you like the sun shone out of your nostrils.

“Ugh,” Matt groaned, “you two are gross, I can’t believe I’ll be subjected to this shit,” he turned to walk back to the practice rink, “this is not over yet,” he said as a last minute warning.

Finally, you breathed out the air you’ve been holding, “that wasn’t bad at all,” you giggled, “like it wasn’t even half as bad as I was expecting.”

James walked over to you, cradling your face in his hands, “oh but it’s not over yet,” he reminded.

“It is,” you chuckled, “trust me. It’s one of those never to be spoken of again things that we have,” you winked.

He nodded, “if you say so,” he smiled, “can I finally get my kiss now?”

“Definitely.”