#i gotta come up with some tags for chester!!

[kissingarthurclaus]

Because I'm insane, here's some drawings and doodles of some fairly oddparents stuff I've been doing the last couple days plus @circusgoth-dotcom 's s/i! (Pictures taken moments before disaster)

I don't know why I seem to suddenly and RANDOMLY get new hyperfixations lately, but my partner pointed out that it's always when they're gone on a work trip 😂😂 the colors aren't super concrete on my s/i and the outfit in general is a work in progress still, but I've been having a lot of fun experimenting with the style!

Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @changeling-selfship @crushes-georg @miutonium @cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @sunflawyer @in-true-blue-love @tropicalgothships @little-miss-selfships @hotrodharts @cupiidzbow @frozenhi-chews

[g00mbers]

• Chester x Reader (Fluff) 》

On behalf and request of someone!

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You've decided to visit your Jester boyfriend , who fortunately had nothing to do but be funny on most of his shifts , which worked perfectly for him!.

You can't really remember when you fell for him , but in some way he fell for you too , and like hard , slipping on a banana peel type of falling. 

You finally arrived at your destination , You arrived with a basket of sweets of all sorts. It was kind of ironic to bring more sweets to a sweet kingdom but you'd thought it would make a nice touch of detail.

As you arrived the first person to welcome you was Mandy , she opened the door and to be honest , she fortunately seemed a bit more accessible and in a good mood , if you could tell , Chester hasn't played a prank on her ,yet.

"Hey Mandy!" You spoke , grabbing a bit more tightly the basket of sweets you had in hand. 

"Oh , Hey there! , Chester's been waiting for you All day!"

You tilted your head a bit in confusion 

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't stopped talking about you , which I'm kinda thankful for that , since he has absolutely forgotten to play a prank on me today" She said proudly , placing her hand on her chest.

"Oh no I haven't!" Chester said as he grabbed a rope , and you automatically backed up , As chester pulled it , it motioned a Bucket on the top of the door , full of confetti and glitter , to fall in Mandy's Head 

"UGH! CHESTER how many times- These will be so hard to clean!!!" Mandy said in desperation as she got the bucket out and coughed glitter out

"WOOPS!" Chester giggled smoothly as he slides in the scene

"I'll kill you!" Mandy said glaring at him with pure hate

"Nuh uh! If you get the glitter and confetti fast enough then it'll be easier to get rid of~" He spoke in an "singing" kind of way 

Mandy groaned as she rapidly stormed off the room to clean her clothes

"Woah , it's the first time i have ever seen Mandy let you go so easily" You chuckled before looking back at him

"She doesn't usually attack me in front of customers" Chester shrugged in a cheery way

You could only giggle at his response , before realizing you were still holding your basket , and immediately offering it to him.

"Awww for me? You didn't have t-" Chester said as he Coed mockingly , and reached in for the basket.

 You immediately snapped shut the Picnic Basket before his hand touched it 

"Not now! , it's a surprise , silly!" You smirked 

"Ow you almost cut off my hand!" He said in an exaggerated and pained expression as he held his own hand

You could only laugh as you took his hand and began leading him

 "I hope your hand isn't hurt enough for this then" You said while still holding his hand

"Ready for the date of your life? I'll  make sure to tag you if I take pics!" Chester began to trot in place while slightly pulling you motioning you for a "let's go!" , he was clearly excited to see all the sweets you brought!.

After walking for a bit , you finally made it to a comfy spot , just down the tree where the shade hit perfectly , where you two placed the picnic down in the floor and began accommodating the blankets

 , food and stuff.

"Now we're all settled!" You chirped happily as you sat down , patting a place for him to sit besides you

"Alrighty , coming down!" He tried to sit down but seated in an uncomfortable motion, there were also some noises that sounded like wrapping papers...

"You got something there?" You asked  curiously.

"Well...You thought only my bells made noise? , because!" He said as he lifted up one of his pants leg a bit , dropping tons of candy that were hidden in Chester's pants

"...You had those there the entire time?" You pointed at the fallen candy as you looked confused

"I mean...not the entire day! But I stole a few from Mandy!" Chester picked up some candy from the blanket as he began unwrapping it and throwing them to his mouth

"But if i gotta be honest , we probably don't want to tell her!" He whispered before backing up , still eating the candy with a smug look on his face.

You then continued chuckling as you grabbed the candy and began unwrapping and eating one by one , until you finally spoke again

"Got any more surprises"? You leaned in closer to his face , as he flushed red for a second before looking to the side and playing it off as a laugh.

"Only one" He looked to the floor as he then pointed up , as you lifted your view up , you could see a mistletoe hanging on a tree branch. 

You looked up for some seconds , before realizing what was he talking about and you began speaking

...

"Chester it's nowhere near christma-" before you could continue speaking , Chester planted a soft kiss in your lips , You got completely caught off guard as he did this , but soon enough you warmed up to it and leaned in to kiss him back , but unfortunately , the kiss was soon cut short as he leaned back and smiled to himself proudly , meanwhile you looked absolutely flustered and confused , but happy.

"Oh by the way you got a little something  on your face" He said smugly , before getting up and wiping off the dust of the floor off his pants 

"Sorry for the short time! It's probably best if I come back before Mandy makes confetti out of me... But it was good to see you though!" He blew a kiss at you ,  before trotting off again , still giggling to himself

As you saw him go , you noticed that his lips were tinted in a weird blueish-color ...was he wearing something?. 

You immediately took your phone  and searched for the camera as you remembered the "You got a little something" comment

And then you saw yourself with the same lipstick color smeared in your face , and as you tried to wipe it out...the color didn't even move.

You just continued staring at him as you saw him go , your face still red and thinking about him and the whole situation , before realizing you just got both charmed and pranked on the same day.

Now you guess you'll have to walk all around Starr park looking like a clown... But it was still a part of your wonderfully funny Jester boyfriend. 

[survival-and-magic]

Art From the Constant: A Don't Starve Art Contest

HI I just bought a bunch of Don't Starve merch in bulk so I gotta get rid of some. So, naturally, it's time for an art contest!! Entries are due April 29th, 2023 at 11:59 PM EST or before I wake up on the 30th.

Rules of Engagement:

No NSFW; violence or light blood is acceptable in keeping in line with the themes of DS/T, but sexual material will be automatically disqualified, as will anything depicting underage/adult or incest ships.

All characters from Don't Starve / Don't Starve Together are fair game! Don't Starve OCs are also welcomed! Crossovers are allowed but I can't guarantee I'll know the source material.

Entries may be drawn or written.

Multiple entries are allowed, but artists may be awarded only one place and prize set.

Tag all entries with #ArtFromTheConstant, and @ this blog, survival-and-magic!

Anyone can participate, but in order to claim a prize you need to be comfortable giving me your mailing address.

THE PRIZES

1st Place:

1 Calico Chester Plush (with eyebone!)

1 Copy of the original Don't Starve 72-card Tarot

1 Crabbit Plush

1 Pink Winter Hat

2nd Place:

1 Pink Winter Hat

1 Crabbit Plush

3rd Place:

1 Crabbit Plush

(Please note that none of the merch prizes come with digital codes, as I did not receive any myself when ordering.)

HAVE FUN EVERYONE!!

[cilly-the-writer]

Magical and Magicless | Excerpt | Delia and Rayna | 738 words

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     Delia took care of Rayna like she was her real daughter. And Rayna grew to really admire her. She wanted to be like Delia. Delia was brave and spoke her mind. She knew how to fight. She challenged people who were deceptive. And she didn’t care what people thought of her.

     When Rayna was fourteen years old, she tagged along with Delia to the market one day. They strolled along leisurely. The sunny and merry mood felt so tangible in the air. Most of the market booths were there everyday. But one of the wooden booths wasn’t always there. Today, that booth was laid out with displays of crystals from all around the world. Some pebble sized, some the size of hefty paper weights.

     “Chester,” Delia greeted the merchant with a cheeky smile. “Good to see you. What kind of new arrivals do you have for us to see today?”

     “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite customers.” Chester gave a bellowing laugh. He reached down and took out a small wooden chest hidden under his side of the booth. He unlatched the lid and opened it to present his finds. There was a rainbow of large crystals inside. 

     Delia picked up the largest yellow crystal first and examined it.

“That one is heat and fire manipulation.” Chester drew a purple one from the box so she could see it too. “This one is the ability to charm people… and this one gives you light feet and stealth. I think it’s a gravity defying power.”

     “Interesting,” Delia said, holding her thumb to her chin. The blue stealth one certainly sounded appealing. She looked over the remaining crystals in the box once more and a marble sized crystal drew her eye. It was a clear gray. She had never seen that color of crystal before.

“What’s this one?”

     “I don’t know,” said Chester. “I tried to figure it out, but nothing ever happened.”

     “How much for it? Maybe I can figure it out.”

     “Honestly, you can just take it. I gave up on it.”

     “Where did you find it?” Rayna piped up. “Maybe the locals know.”

     “I bought it from a local. They wouldn’t tell me. I think it’s a fake.”

     Delia picked it up and held it in her fist. Maybe it was a fake, but she was still curious. She was always on the lookout for new magic. She took it home and held it in her hand, making multiple attempts to get it to do something. But she didn’t have any success. So she locked it up in their crystal chest and said, “Oh well.”

     As the day drew to an end and the sun set and Delia went to bed, Rayna sat in the kitchen thinking about the crystal. She was curious too. So she snuck over to the pantry and got the key taped inside the door to open the chest back up. Surely it had been user-error and she could figure it out herself?

     “Come on, it’s gotta do something,”

     She picked it up between her index finger and thumb and willed something to happen. Seconds passed and nothing happened though. 

“Work with me!” Rayna whisper-shouted.

     With that, the stone lit up and an iridescent sheen of light bled from her skin. Rayna felt a magical energy lift from her body. A colorful light streamed from her fingertips toward the crystal, both horrifying and captivating her at the same time.

     A series of memories flickered through her thoughts as the last of it pulled away.

     She remembered how Jade had died–how Jade had been mercilessly murdered. How Delia had been there among the group of faces that night, holding Rayna back from saving her sister. She remembered that powerful blue light casting eerie shadows on all their faces. Delia was one of them; she was a secret member of Crowd Control. 

     Rayna dropped the crystal in pure shock and jumped back, her hands trembling. She glanced toward the dark shadow of stairs, suddenly terrified that she might have woken Delia. Rayna scrambled to recollect the stone and put it back in the box. She re-taped the key and ran out to the living room to pace around anxiously.

     After a while, she sat down in the dark and stayed awake with the horrible realization that she had been living with someone who aided in her sister’s murder for almost four years now.

[eyndr-stories]

Psst... hey everyone! I hope this Tumblr post finds you well :^) just wanted to let yall know to keep an eye out because at 3pm I'm dropping the first chapter of a new fic >:)

Yall remember those Chester and the Jesters doodles i did?? I finally finished the fic :D this fic had me in a fuckin chokehold and would Not let me focus on anything else till it was done. But now that it is, To Be Human part 2 is coming up next!! ooohhhhhh i'm so excited for that lol i've got the plot worked out, just gotta start writing!

Anyhoo, new chapters will go up once a day every day at 3pm (US Eastern Time) both here on Tumblr and over on Ao3 :) the whole fic is also up right now over on patreon!

This fic is just under 70,000 words, 9 chapters long, so very roughly about 7,500 words per chapter. Here's a lil teaser summary thing for you all:

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The new technician sure does seem a little strange. Chester (at least, that's what their name tag says) doesn't seem as concerned as they should be about the high turnover rate here at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, or the numerous rumors about what happens to people who take the night shift. And to make matters worse, there seems to be some kind of criminal on the loose! The cops say they think the criminal is hiding out in the woods somewhere near the pizza-plex. Stress is high at the plex these days, but Chester is stoic as ever. Say, come to think of it, no one can seem to remember where Chester's application went or who they interviewed with. Their employee file is misplaced or missing just like everything else in this place. But the new tech does a good job completing their tasks, and has their own badge and everything, so of course they must belong here. It's not like someone would sneak into the plex and go this far out of their way to impersonate a low level technician. Right??

[avengers-age-of-fanfics]

just for you, honeybee (5/?)

pairing: steve rogers x reader (platonic), bucky barnes x reader

warnings: grief, sadness, CA:TFA

words: 2,074

authors note: I am so sorry for posting this late, been a crazy few days! anywho, part 5! slowly working our way into The Avengers & The Winter Soldier. not sure how i'll write the avengers yet but i'll figure something out! thank u for being patient!

Your whole body felt so heavy.

Everything hurt and even with your soft breathing, it was as if all the muscles in your body were screaming at you to stop. Sounds of people cheering were heard but you tried to tune it out, your brain barely able to comprehend why your body hurt so much.

After telling yourself to try to at least open your eyes, you did, and it was so bright. Your eyes fluttered closed once more as you groaned at the light, trying to adjust. Listening to the sound once more, you heard a specific tune – Harry James’ Maria Elena – play on a radio.

You groaned, opening your eyes again as the song continued, hearing Harry’s voice, “Maria Elena, you’re the answer to a prayer…”

God, James loved this song.

Becoming used to the light, you tensed your toes, your legs, your arms, all the way up to your teeth, then untensing. It felt weird, being alive. Wait…were you alive? Maybe?

Before you decided to lay in your cot any longer, you sat up, glancing at your clothes – a plain, white t-shirt with an Eagle in the middle, along with some nice fitting tan pants and some shoes. ‘Odd,’ you thought to yourself, ‘definitely don’t remember changing clothes.’

The room you laid in was relatively plain, nothing was out of the ordinary as Maria Elena continued to play on repeat. “Okay,” you said aloud, “that’s a bit weird.”

With a grumble, you placed your feet on the ground as you held your head in your hands, “ugh, Steve, where the hell are you? ‘Could really use one of Howard’s hangover cures.”

Before you could talk any more nonsense to yourself, the door opened, revealing a beautiful young woman dressed in a nurse’s outfit, “good morning.” She took a quick glance at her watch, “or should I say afternoon.

You eyed her suspiciously as one of your favorite songs quickly grew to be very annoying, “where am I? Where is Steve?”

She seemed a bit nervous as she answered you, “you’re in a recovery room in New York City. Captain Rogers is right beside you, the next room over. He has been informed that you’ve woken up.”

Harry James’ “All or Nothing At All” came on the radio and you felt the urge to roll your eyes, “where am I really?”

The woman chuckled, “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

Your eyes narrowed, “the songs. Listen, any person with a stable head on their shoulders loves Harry James, but there is no way in hell Blue Ribbon Town is playin’ his songs all the damn time. Now, where am I – and tell Steve I want him here.”

The ‘nurse’ – well, you didn’t know if you could call her that cause you seemingly caught her bluff – grew worried as you stood up, the bed creaking below you, “just tell me where I am and where Steve is and I’ll-“

You stilled for a moment, recognizing the sounds of two people arguing, and of course, Steve’s voice. He sounded agitated and on edge, but at least you knew he was safe. Now, you just wanted to get the hell out of here. The woman, nurse, whoever she was, grabbed a walkie-talkie and began talking into it, but you paid no mind to her.

The door opened behind her, revealing a man, you guessed an Agent, in a suit, “who the hell are you? I want to get out of this room.”

The man held out his hands, “Agent Y/N, my name is Phil Coulson, we work with S.H.I.E.L.D. There’s no need to stress, you are alright and safe.”

You squinted your eyes at him, “well, Agent Coulson, I’m sure you can tell why I am even remotely hesitant to trust you, so with all due respect, I’m breaking out of here.”

And with that, you sprinted towards the wall opposite you, ramming shoulder first and knocking it down, revealing bright lights and metal flooring – almost like they were keeping something on the inside.

An alarm sounded above you as you stopped in a hallway, people looking at your figure before gasping. “All agents, code 13” echoed above you as you dragged yourself along, unable to take a second and look. You cursed Steve for leaving you alone, for not hearing you fighting with that woman and Coulson guy. Shoving some men down onto the floor, you continued to run until you pushed open the doors, the outside becoming cold very quickly.

You spun in a circle, trying to take in everything around you as you ran into oncoming traffic, the sounds of horns blaring causing more confusion than anything. Running seemed to be the only thing you knew how to do, the rain drizzling down upon you, doing nothing to slow your speed. The more you ran, the more you realized how unfamiliar everything looked. Neon signs, tall buildings, cars you’ve never seen before – if that woman was telling the truth, when the hell did everything change?

You slowed to a stop, huge moving-picture signs changed above you and the unfamiliarity was daunting. You needed someone’s hand to grab, to hold onto something, so you reached towards your chest, holding tightly onto Bucky’s dog tags.

Black cars pulled in front of you and from behind you, a tall, sort-of menacing man stood before you, “at ease, Agent.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as Steve stepped out of the backseat of the car, looking uneasy; the man continued, hands at the side of his black trench coat and eyepatch adding more questions as to who this man was, “look, I’m sorry about that little show back there, but…we thought it best to break it to you slowly.”

Your grip on Bucky’s dog tags tightened as your breathing quickened, “Steve? Break what?”

The somewhat terrifying man took a breath, “you’ve been asleep, L/N. For almost 70 years – same with your friend Captain here.”

Your heart ached and it hurt to breathe all of a sudden. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing, looking around at everything around you. Steve stepped forward, hands quickly grabbing yours even as you tried to move away, “honeybee, I know it’s a lot to take in but you gotta breathe. You got this, you got this…”

You nodded, trying to listen as ringing took over your ears.

Steve turned, trying to catch his breath as the man in front of you looked to you both, “you going to be okay?”

Steve nodded, “she’ll be okay, she’s fine.

The man looked to you, “Miss L/N?”

You tried to steady your breathing, “I need…where is…”

The man held out his hands, “we’ll answer all of your questions, starting with who I am – my name is Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. We’ve been taking care of you both since your discovery and anything you need, you let us know. Now, can we get you situated?”

Steve continued to look confused as you glared at Fury, “how do I know I can trust you?”

Fury gestured to the world surrounding you, “you see anyone else trying to make friends, Miss L/N?”

You grumbled, “y/n is fine, really…Cap, what’s going on?”

Steve gripped your hands, “you can trust him, y/n, I promise. He’ll make sense of everything, he’s a good guy.”

With a glare, you looked towards the Director, “where…where would I be headed with you?”

Nick Fury leaned back on the balls of his feet, “Washington D.C, Triskelion, S.H.I.E.L.D, HQ, specifically.”

With a glance to Steve, you knew that broken look too well – a place to rest, to fully digest this news, would be nice. It seems he has somewhat fit in with this new world that you now have to adjust to. You turned to Fury, “I’ll go with you. But will I be staying there permanently?”

Fury shrugged, “you are in charge of your own life. Once we get you settled, you’re free to do what you wish.”

Steve nodded towards you as he recognized your hesitance – you can trust Nick Fury. You’ll be in charge of your own life once you become accustomed to this new world.

The trip to Washington D.C. was not too troublesome, but coming to terms with what era you were living in sure was. You and Steve were silent the entire ride, making sense of what had happened during your final mission. Once you arrived, Nick Fury had no qualms about telling you what had happened; you had completed the mission, saving millions of lives, and you had won the war.

But it just did not feel right.

You knew why; you shouldn’t be here. At this point, you and Bucky, your Jamie, should be in your late 80s, kids, and grandkids living their lives to the fullest. Yet here you were, living in an unknown world without your James, and the worst part – you had no idea if his body was recovered, if he had a funeral, if Becca had something for him.

That was what the first few months of your new life consisted of: doing research on these high-tech computers about Bucky, Rebecca, catching up on the history you missed out on. Unconsciously, you found yourself researching ‘Colonel Chester Phillips’ and found that your broody Colonel lived the rest of his life to the fullest, becoming one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. – you just knew that man was meant for greatness. Next, ‘Howard Stark’ added to your search and your heart ached.

Howard, your Howie Stark, was murdered.

They had known it was murder, or some kind of setup, once the feds realized much of his equipment was stolen from his car. Howard and his beautiful wife Maria were murdered.

You cried that night.

The next day, you brought yourself to visit Colonel Phillips’ grave and laid a bouquet of flowers on his grave; you knew he’d call you ridiculous, that he didn’t need any flowers, but you did it anyway. Shockingly, Howard and Maria’s gravesite weren’t too far and you had laid flowers on their graves as well.

Steve hadn’t joined you.

You weren’t upset with him, no, just…you weren’t sure. You wished he came along, but he figured giving you space was what you needed when in reality, you needed him – you needed your Steve Rogers from Brooklyn. At least when you two went down, Peggy was still alive; your James wasn’t. A part of you hated Steve for that, but it also grieved with him.

Nothing more was done of your research on Jamie; you’d seen the same thing about him over and over, yet you knew all that was said. However, you loved seeing moving pictures of him and Steve, ones you hadn’t seen before that day. He was just as beautiful as the day he left you for war. His smile made your heart race and his nose scrunch, his eyes squinting during his smile…he was breathtaking.

Reaching below the collar of your shirt, you grasped the dog tags around your neck, thankful S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn’t taken them off. Laying a kiss on them, you let them go, hitting your chest before your fingers met the keyboard: “Grover, Newspaper vendor, Brooklyn.”

That man had continued selling newspapers until his final years and right away, you saw an article titled, “LOCAL NEWS VENDOR SHARES PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH CAPTAIN AMERICA’S PARTNER, Y/N L/N, AFTER LOSS OF CONTACT.” Of course, that old man had to talk about you.

Reading the article, you realized this was right after Steve and you crashed; you felt Grover’s grief and pain through his words. “That kid was a pain in my side, but y/n l/n is – was, one of the lights in my life. She was like the daughter I’ve always wanted an’ while I wish she coulda stayed here, she always told me she needed ta’ do somethin’ with her life,” Grover had said, the author keeping his Brooklyn accent. “Her relationship with James Barnes meant so much to that girl and if there was any way she’d avenge his death, she’d be doin’ it, and I know she did,” he said, “and even though I gotta live the rest of my life without that girl, I know I couldn’t have kept her from doin’ what she thought was best. I love her and…I’ll miss her.”

Visiting his grave was the most emotionally draining day since you’ve been back.

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@ginger-swag-rapunzel

@starkleila

[thecleverdame]

Modern Technology

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Summary: You’re an actress who’s having an ‘affair’ with Jared. Your relationship is revealed when sex tapes are released.

Warnings: Cheating (kind of), graphic descriptions of sex tapes, filth, public humiliation

Beta:  @ilikaicalie 

This story was available now on Patreon on 2/20 . Subscribe for a pledge of $2.50 a month and get early access to all my stories and other Patreon exclusive content.

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Ding.

It’s just after four in the morning when you hear the first message. The soft tone of your phone wakes you from a shallow sleep, but only for a second before you’re drifting off again.

Ding. Ding.

Muttering you pick your head up and blindly reach for the bedside table. You hiss, squinting as the lock screen lights up the pitch black of your room. Three texts: one from your best friend and two from your mother.

“What the hell,” you mumble, puffing hair out of your face.

4:11AM - Mom: Are you awake?

4:13AM - Mom: Is it really you?

You stare at the words, bewildered and searching for context. You thumb back to read the other message when a new text appears. This one from Jared. Then another and another and another.

4:15AM - Jared: call me as soon as you wake up

4:15AM - Jared: I’m sorry I never showed anyone

4:15AM - Jared: think my icloud was hacked

4:15AM - Jared: we’re fucked

Fuck. An overwhelming sense of dread settles into your gut, a cold sweat breaking out from head to toe. You almost call him, but stop yourself, instead going to the unread message from your friend.

4:08 AM - Laura: WTF! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you slut!!!!

Her words are followed by a series of smiley face emojis and a link to Celebrity Skin. You tap on it and the page loads, leading with the headline: Married Supernatural Actor and Costar Caught on Tape(s)!

You feel sick to your stomach as you scroll down to the actual videos, all there for anyone to watch. After a brief moment of hesitation, you click on the first of a half dozen free clips. As it begins to play you realize what you’re about to watch. Jared’s face is comically close to the camera as he hits record, then shimmies back down over your naked body. It’s a video from his phone where it was balanced on the headboard, offering a full view of the bed. From this angle, you can see the top of your head and most of your face, there’s no mistaking that the woman in this video is you and decidedly not his wife.

You watch the screen as he pushes your thighs apart, laying on his stomach and eagerly shoving his face between your legs. You’re writhing on the bed, Jared’s nose pressed into your mound as he tongues your clit, with wet little licks that now seem sickeningly loud. It continues like this for seventeen minutes and thirty-eight seconds. Nearly twenty minutes of him eating you out as you wiggle and pant, tugging on your own nipples. You orgasm twice from his tongue before he lifts his head. The video ends on a still image of him grinning up at you with a wet chin.

“Oh my God,” you groan, scrolling down. You don’t even have to play the others because you know just from the still image what each one contains. These are private videos meant for the times when you’re away from each other. You’ve watched them all before.

You suck his cock, then you let him come on your tits.

Jared fucking you from behind while you beg him to spank you.

You, masturbating, while he gives you instructions off-camera. Toward the end he reaches over sticking two fingers in your mouth, you come gasping like a fish on land with his fingers wiggling in your throat.

And possibly the most embarrassing and the longest at fifty-two minutes. It’s the first time you had anal sex, the frozen image is so graphic it makes your heart race: his cock balls deep in your ass with a vibrator shoved inside your cunt.

Below that is a link to a second page. Every video the two of you made together, published, ready and waiting for the world to watch. Up until now, your affair has remained a well-guarded secret, but it looks like the cat is out of the bag.

Your phone rings and you slide to answer. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Jared responds. He’s out of breath, as shaken as you are, “I am so sorry, baby. I don’t know how they have them. I swear, I’ve never shown anyone else.”

“I’m not even worried about that.” The idea of him sharing these moments with someone else hadn’t even occurred to you. “People are really going to hate me now.  I’m pretty sure my career just ground to halt.”

Your character on the show hasn’t exactly been well received, this will undoubtedly add fuel to the fire. To top it off, Jared’s been separated from his wife for months. There’s an announcement planned in a couple weeks, but no one will believe that now. No one will believe that you waited until he’d moved out before you fucked him for the first time.  

You’re about to be a homewrecker.

“I’ll explain to people, about us,” he rambles. “It won’t necessarily hurt you, I mean some actors-”

“Jared,” you sigh cutting him off. He’s trying, but it’s not helping. “Right at this moment, there are probably a thousand people watching you fuck me up the ass. By morning half the fandom will have seen you come in my mouth. I don’t think I’m bouncing back from this anytime soon.”

He’s quiet, breathing into the phone and trying to think of what to say, but in the end all he has is, “I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” you counter. “I gotta call my mom back.”

“Oh shit,” he moans, he hasn’t even thought about his parents yet. “I’m coming over, that okay?”

“Yeah,” you concede. You do want him here, want him to hold you and tell you everything will be fine. “Jared?”

He’s putting his phone down when you say his name, you hear him fumble as he yanks it back to his ear. “What’s wrong?”

“Tell me you love me and we’re going to get through this.” You close your eyes, listening in desperation.

“Of course we are. I love you, baby. You know that.” You can hear the panic in his voice and the rustle of clothing as he pulls pants on. “I’m coming to you right now.”

“Okay.” It’s a whispered agreement. “See you in a few.”  

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[bamby0304]

That’s right, guys!! I’ve reached 4,000 followers!! You know what that means... another writing challenge!!

Now, I’m a huge fan of moments where shows and stories break down that fourth wall. Like in French Mistake, how Dean and Sam are literally thrown into Jensen and Jared’s lives.

So... I want you guys to come up with something that involves breaking that fourth wall.

What does that mean?? Well... a classic example is when the reader character finds them self in the world of their favourite book or TV show. Supernatural has several examples of fourth wall breaking moments, like every time the brothers come across the books, fanfiction, or anything that notes back to the fans of the show. Apple of my Eye is a fourth wall breaker in a way, because of how it includes French Mistake.

To help you, here’s some links that might help:

https://screencrush.com/breaking-the-fourth-wall-movies/

https://www.thethings.com/15-rofl-worthy-times-supernatural-broke-the-4th-wall/

http://wordsnstuff.tumblr.com/post/181967769220/breaking-the-fourth-wall

Now, the rules are simple:

It’s a follower challenge, so you have to be following me.

Please send me an ask with your prompt.

The prompts are not limited, you can have as many as you want. But they must be used in a oneshot or the first chapter of a new series.

Reader inserts only, please.

I am 100% encouraging crossovers. The fandoms allowed include:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Game of Thrones

Gilmore Girls

Riverdale

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

The Walking Dead

Witches of East End

No non-con, under aged smut, daddy kink, M/M smut (I just don’t connect with fics that don’t have a female character in it) and certain ships (if you want to specify, just ask me).

If you’re into writing angst, crack, fluff or smut, go for it. This isn’t limited to one genre only.

Also, dark fics, threesomes, weird shit, if you want to write but you’re not sure if I’d be cool with it, ask. (I am very cool with threesomes. I’m a bi!chester, gotta give both my men some lovin’)

Fics must be between 400 and 4,000 words.

No ‘Keep Reading’ bar, no reblog.

Fics are due on the 04/04/2019 at 12am AWST (just for that number consistency).

And, of course, don’t forget to tag me!! If I don’t at least like the fic within 48hours, give me a heads up (I might not have gotten notified of the tag).

The prompts:

“Are you drunk?”

“Are you okay?”

“As you wish.”

“Car sex looks so much easier in the movies.”

“Do you believe in magic?”

“Don’t leave me…”

“Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night.”

“Houston, we have a problem.”

“How did we get here?”

“I came to say goodbye.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“I don’t know who I am.”

“I forgot my name again.”

“I think I'd miss you even if we'd never met.”

“I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”

“I wish I’d never met you.”

“I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.”

“I’ll come back. I will find you. I promise.”

“I’ll never forget you.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“It was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.”

“It’s just your imagination.”

“Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.”

“Let’s run away together.”

“Okay. This is new.”

“Something strange happened here.”

“Stay for me.”

“Stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.”

“Thanks for helping me back there.”

“The human world is a mess.”

“There’s no place like home”

“This is why I fell in love with you.”

“Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore”

“We all go a little mad sometimes.”

“We’d make such a cute couple.”

“Well this is just great.”

“What did you just say?”

“You met me at a very strange time in my life.”

“You’re not safe here.”

[iwritesometimes]

filigods replied to your post

“thank you to the gorgeous @wordssometimesfail for tagging me in a get...”

s o n g r e c s

so THANKS (much belatedly for tolerating my fucking out of control need to word vomit about music at literally all hours of the day and night; forcing others to listen to songs i like is literally one of the few joys that makes life worth living. also, idk if this was intended in a “hey cool, song recs” way or a “hey, yeah, link me those songs” way, but @filigods, BABY YOU’RE GETTIN THOSE LINKS and also more because i am insufferable.

below the cut: links to just Some Music What I Think Is Cool, organized...pretty dubiously, but an attempt will be made. also, now and at all times, anyone who feels so inclined should always link me to music they’re liking right now or that they loved in the past or that they think is just the bee’s knees...anytime. ANYTIME.

okay so the songs i mentioned the other day are all in here, but i wanted to organize it a bit more than just a random grab bag to give you some direction so that you know what you might be into, if you’ve never heard of some of these (my music taste isn’t all that niche but i’ve gone through a lot of phases in my life XD). particular “omg please listen to this before you die” faves will be in italics.

best of pop/pop rock

stuff by Keane, My Fave Band:

“Crystal Ball”

“Won’t Be Broken”

“Sovereign Light Cafe”

“Bedshaped”

“My Shadow”

stuff by Tokio Hotel, my first RPF subjects

“Übers Ende der Welt”

“Spring nicht”

“Wo sind eure Hände”

stuff by Elliot Minor, classically trained and sadly disbanded

“Parallel Worlds”

“The White One Is Evil”

“The Broken Minor”

“Solaris”

“Shiver”

“Electric High”

stuff by Dino Merlin, Bosnia’s Elton John

“Zid”

“Sarajevo”

“Majka Ruži Kćer”

“Heroes of Earth” by Wang Leehom (listen to more of his stuff - he’s insanely talented and has albums in several different genres)

“Sun Goes Down” by David Jordan

stuff by Gorillaz, you’ve definitely heard them but may not have heard these

“Stylo”

“November Has Come”

“Feel Good Inc.”

“Broken”

“Busted and Blue”

“Du erinnerst mich an Liebe” by Ich + Ich

stuff by Josh Groban, HE’S GOOD ADMIT IT TO YOURSELVES

“Never Let Go”

“Remember When it Rained”

“You Are Loved”

“Weeping”

“Tigerlily” by La Roux (whole album’s great, but this one’s gayyyy)

“Grace Kelly” and “Origin of Love” by Mika

“Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk” by Rufus Wainwright

“Make This Go On Forever” and “Set the Fire to the Third Bar” by Snow Patrol

stuff by Owl City, the fluffiest synthpop to ever make me happy

“Fireflies”

“Swimming in Miami”

“Meteor Shower”

“Strawberry Avalanche”

“Running Up That Hill” by Placebo covering Kate Bush

“Velvet Sky” by Los Lonely Boys

“Chasing the Sun” and “Satellite Call” and “Eden” by Sara Bareilles (WHOLE ALBUM!!!)

“Kiss Me” by Sixpence None the Richer

“Sad Clown” by Jars of Clay

stuff by Michael W. Smith, i can’t help i was raised on CCM please forgive me

“Cross of Gold”

“Lamu”

“Secret Ambition”

“Breathe in Me”

“Love Me Good”

“Faith My Eyes” and “High Countries” by Caedmon’s Call

stuff by Daft Punk, FUCKING SUPERB YOU FUNKY LITTLE ROBOTS (listen to all of Discovery and Random Access Memories!!)

“One More Time”

“Aerodynamic”

“Give Life Back to Music”

“Technologic”

“These Dreams” by Heart

“Even Rats” by The Slip

“To Build a Home” by The Cinematic Orchestra

“Mandolin Rain” and “The Way It Is” by Bruce Hornsby and the Range

“I’m Still Here” by John Rzeznik

“Ue o muite arukou” by Kyu Sakamoto

“Love Me Dead” by Ludo

“Just Communication” by Two-Mix (Soundcloud link because it’s not on YT?? however, this bitchin cover is!!)

“The Book of Love” by Peter Gabriel covering the Magnetic Fields

best of rock/rap rock

stuff by linkin park, baby’s first rock band (meteora and thousand suns, BEST albums)

“Forgotten”

“Somewhere I Belong”

“Breaking the Habit”

“Iridescent” (accidentally called this “The Radiance” in the op)

“The Messenger”

“Welcome Home” by Coheed and Cambria

“Televators” by The Mars Volta

“Isolation” and “Life Must Go On” by Alter Bridge

“Nemesis” by Arch Enemy

“Like a Stone” by Audioslave

“Lonely Boy” by The Black Keys

“In One Ear” and “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage the Elephant (whole album!!)

“Jordan” by Buckethead

“Paralyzer” by Finger Eleven

stuff by Gackt, j-rock boy of my dreams since 2003

“Mirror”

“Vanilla”

“Returner”

“Orenji no Taiyou” (with Hyde)

“Through the Night” by Masahiko Arimachi

“Magick” and “It’s Not Over Yet” by Klaxons

“Deliverance” and “In Mist She Was Standing” by Opeth

stuff by Panik, my good good german boys who just couldn’t make it work

“Revolution”

“Geht ab”

“Grau”

“Perfekt”

“Morgencafe”

“Bevor du gehst”

“Careless Whisper” by Seether covering Wham!

“Seasons” by The Veer Union

“Cold” by Static X

“Change (In the House of Flies)” by Deftones

“System” by Chester Bennington

“Whipping Boy” by Train

“Chevette” and “Some Kind of Zombie” by Audio Adrenaline

“Colossal” and “Witchcraft” by Wolfmother (whole album is great)

“Whiskey in the Jar” by Metallica and “Turn the Page” by Metallica covering Bob Seger

“Gravedigger” by Dave Matthews Band

“Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls

“Icky Thump” and “Blue Orchid” by The White Stripes

“Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry

“You Shook Me All Night Long” and “Big Balls” by AC/DC (there is NO CORRECT VERSION of Big Balls on YT...sorry for the spotify link)

best of choral (most of which i’ve sung so i’m biased)/instrumental/soundtrack

Lux Aeterna and “O Magnum Mysterium” by Morten Lauridsen

The True Story of Cinderella (i was the queen in this :3)

Knock Knock and indeed anything by P.D.Q. Bach

“i thank You God for most this amazing day” and “Lux Aurumque” by Eric Whitacre

“Magnificat” by Arvo Pärt

“Set Me as a Seal” by René Clausen

“Cloudsong” and “The Heart’s Cry” by Anúna

“You Are the New Day” by The King’s Singers covering Airwaves, aka, the greatest love song of all time

“Castle in the Mist” and “You Were There” by Michiru Oshima (voc. Steven Geraghty)

“Prologue” and “The Farthest Land” by Ko Otani (the whole soundtrack is sublime, please listen to it!!!)

“The Mighty Rio Grande” and “They Move on Tracks of Never-Ending Light” by This Will Destroy You

“On the Nature of Daylight” by Max Richter (also, there’s a great mashup of this with “This Bitter Earth” by Dinah Washington)

“To Zanarkand” by Nobuo Uematsu (obviously, listen to everything the man ever wrote, but ofc my fave is the FFX OST)

“More Streets” by Zpiderflower

“I Was Born for This” by Austin Wintory (from the stellar Journey OST)

“The Ballad of Fiedler and Mundt” by Disparition

“Sex (Daedalus Remix)” by Slugabed

Castlevania malarkey

Best of “Bloody Tears”: official 1, official 2, official 3, fanmix 4

Best of “Vampire Killer”: official 1, official 2, fanmix 3

Best of “Simon’s Theme”: official 1, official 2, fanmix 3, fanmix 4

Super Castlevania IV (PLEASE listen to the whole thing but my faves): “Forest of Monsters”, “The Submerged City”, “Clockwork Mansion 2″, “The Library”, “Dracula Battle”, “Ending”

Castlevania: Symphony of the Night (ditto above): “Dance of Illusions”, “Dracula’s Castle”, “Marble Gallery”, “Lost Painting”, “Dance of Pales”, “Wandering Ghosts”, “Final Toccata”

“Clotho”, “Atropos”, and “Lathesis” from the Columns OST

Zelda shenanigans

“Title Theme (Wind Waker)”

“Dragon Roost Island”

“The Great Sea”

“Main Theme (Breath of the Wild)”

“Riding (Day)”

“Riding (Night)”

“Stables”

“Kakariko Village”

“Rito Village (Day)”

“Tarrey Town”

“Maze Forest”

“Hyrule Castle” and “Hyrule Castle Interior”

okay i gotta quit - i’ve had this tab open for like a week and a half now and i just keep adding stuff. this is enough to get anybody started. i hope y’all find something you like. :)

[iwillruletheuniverse]

@bernuviels-inspiration tagged me to do my top 20 favourite albums. Thank you so much <3

1. Post Traumatic by Mike Shinoda (2018) This album have really helped me to deal with Chester’s passing. Even though I love all of the songs ‘Nothing Makes Sense Anymore’ and ‘Make It Up As I Go’ will always be my favourites.

2. Bury The Lies by Takida (2007) ‘Handlake Village’ always hits me in the feels. I wish the music video was still available to see on YouTube because that music video also always hit me so hard. I have no idea on why it was removed but I know the house in the video was for sale a few years ago (and yes I really wanted to buy it) so maybe that’s why. Never mind, I found the music video with another person’s voice: here. I also really love ‘Snypah’

3. Evanescence by Evanescence (2011) I had to choose their self titled album because of songs such as ‘Lost In Paradise’ and ‘Swimming Home’ I relate to those songs so much more now than I did when the album was released.

4. Dark Passion Play by Nightwish (2007) I saw the music video to ‘Amaranth’ on Tracklistan, a swedish music rating list. For years after, it was known as ‘the video with the angel’ because I completely forgot about the band who did it. It wasn’t until one day in school when someone played it in class that I heard it again. But my favourite song is ‘Cadence of Her Last Breath’

5. A Thousand Suns by Linkin Park (2010) I love this album so much, for that it is a ‘message of hope and love in a world filled with war and hate’

6. One More Light by Linkin Park (2017) Even though it’s hard to listen to the songs, I still find that it helps me. ‘Battle Symphony’ helped me realize it wasn’t my fault that my rabbit Rockstar died.

7. Dark Horse by Nickelback (2008) ‘Gotta Be Somebody’, I heard that song on the radio and the music video is amazing. I have cried so much to that song and it have helped me so much. Some days I can listen to it, most days I can’t. ‘I’d Come For You’ (the music video is about sexual assault) and ‘Never Gonna Be Alone’ (whose music video breaks my heart) will always feel like a hug. I even have the horseshoe on the cover as a tattoo.

8. Curb by Nickelback (1996) Released the day before I was born, either ‘Curb’ or ‘Little Friend’ was the first song I ever heard by Nickelback. I have no idea of where but when I was given the CD, I recognized I had heard those two songs before.

9. Life Starts Now by Three Days Grace (2009) With songs such as ‘Someone Who Cares’, ‘World So Cold’ and ‘Break’, I had to choose this album. The line ‘Everyone's got a place to be but there's no room for me’ in ‘Someone Who Cares’ will always stab me.

10. Dead by April by Dead by April (2009) Even though ‘Losing You’ and ‘Angels of Clariy’ meant a lot for me at the time this album was released, ‘Promise Me’ is my favourite song.

11. Sempiternal by Bring Me The Horizon (2013) ‘And The Snakes Start To Sing’ means alot to me.

12. The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance (2006) ‘Famous Last Words’ have helped me many times.

13. Holding Onto Strings Better Left To Fray by Seether (2011) When I, in May 2012, went to Florida to see Nickelback live, Seether was one of the bands that played first. Of all the three bands (yes three - Bush, Seether and My Darkest Days) that played before Nickelback, Seether became my favourite. I was amazed by the pictures they showed on the TV, pictures of creepy dolls. At the time I saw them in Florida, I thought I had never heard about them before, but when I came back from America, I found ‘Broken’, a song I had in fact heard before. My favourite songs from the album is ‘Pass Slowly’ and ‘Here And Now’

14. Body Talk Pt. 1 by Robyn (2010) My rabbit Tage loved that album. I took him out, had a notebook with me and wrote down how he reacted to different songs. His favourite song, and also mine is ‘Fembot’

15. Silver Moon by Donkeyboy (2012) I first heard ‘City Boy’ in school. I could see the music video over and over again but my favourite song on the album is ‘Darkest Night’

16. American Tragedy by Hollywood Undead (2011) ‘Been To Hell’, ‘Hear Me Now’ and ‘Coming Back Down’ are my favourites from this album. Most days I can only listen to ‘Coming Back Down’ if I listen to ‘New Divide’ by Linkin Park first (they’re placed like that in my playlist)

17. The Killer Angels by Civil War (2013) We always buy a magazine in Sweden called Sweden Rock Magazine and back in 2013, this CD was given for free if you bought the magazine. After five seconds, I was caught in a trance. The singer’s voice is amazing. He is no longer a member in the band though. ‘Rome Is Falling’ is my favourite although ‘Gettysburg’ and ‘I Will Rule The Universe’ (that’s how I named my tumblr) always gives me the chills.

18. Blurryface by Twenty One Pilots (2015) Even though I had heard about Twenty One Pilots before the release of this album, Blurryface opened my eyes, or should I write ears on open wide. My favourite songs is ‘Heavydirtysoul’ and ‘Hometown’

19. Twilight of The Gods by Bathory (1991) I listen to ‘Hammerheart’ on repeat in perhaps 2011/2012. It helped a lot. I find it very hard to listen to Bathory nowadays for reasons unknown to me. And it will be harder now, as my rabbit was named in honor of the singer.

20. The Unforgiving by Within Temptation (2011) ‘Lost’ is in my opinion the best song ever written. It’s so extremely powerful. ‘Stairway To The Skies’, the chorus gives me the chills every time I hear it.

This time I will tag people; feel free to do this if you want to, you don’t have to do it as I did if you don’t want to: @fantajikokoro, @beepppp, @lozzawomble, @youre-my-thoughts-at-3am, @stcktoyourgunsx, @every0ne-dies-alone, @buildyourcastleinthe-sky, @xoblxrryfxce

[ladywinchester1967]

Can’t Resist You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female

Warnings: SMUT, Plot what plot, public sex, fingering, dirty talk, language and alcohol usage.

A/N: This drabble came to me last night, hope you guys enjoy!! Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine. The Art is NOT, I found the images on Google and tumblr.

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It wasn’t often they could get away, but finally, they could for one night.

“When was the last time we actually SAW a movie in the theater?” Dean asked as he filled up their cup with soda.

“You know,” she answered as she pushed popcorn into her mouth “I don’t even know.”

They found their seats in the theater, off to the side and they got comfortable, pushing up the arm rest between them so they could cuddle. They movie theater wasn’t full; there were a few people scattered around. The movie, which was the latest installment in Mission Impossible, had been ripped to shreds by the critics and fans, so they’d said they’d go see it together at the 3 dollar theater to make fun of it. Once the lights dimmed, Dean dumped some of his flask into their soda and she laughed.

“I LOVE the way you think.” She told him and took a sip. It was a mix of a pleasant burn and the sweetness of the soda, which made her smile. “Very good.”

Dean grabbed the bucket of popcorn and started eating from it.

The movie started to get predictable forty five minutes in and when she returned from the restroom she snuggled in closer to him. Bored and a little drunk, Dean let his fingers circle the inside of her knee. She looked up at him, her eyes squinting at him.

“What?” He asked “I’m bored and want to entertain myself.”

“Entertain yourself by keeping your hands to yourself.” She retorted and turned her attention back to the movie. She shifted, her skirt riding up just a little more, making him smirk. He slid his hand further up the inside of her thigh, making goosebumps flair up on her skin. She bit her lip and parted her legs further, giving him more access. He made it to the apex of her thighs, finding her bare core waiting for him. He leaned in to her ear and asked

“No panties huh?”

She looked up at him and nodded

“Took them off while I was in the bathroom.” She told him and he quickly shot his eyebrows up as she opened her legs, giving him full access. He kissed below her ear as his fingers opened her up, the cool air in the theater making her gasp.

“Shhh,” he told her, slipping his fingers up and down her slit “don’t wanna get caught before you get to come do you?”

“No.” She said weakly

“That’s what I thought.” he said quietly with a smirk and kissed her neck, making her sigh. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder as her slid his pointer and middle finger inside of her.

“So tight,” he murmured in her ear “always so tight and wet for me.”

“Dean,” she sighed thrusting her hips into his fingers as his thumb toyed with her clit “that feels so good.”

“You like this huh?” He mumbled to her “getting off in a room full of people?”

She nodded, her nails digging into her shoulder

“Oh fuck, I love when you get like this,” she sighed “you can’t leave me alone.”

“Mhh, I like making you come sweetheart,” he said “getting you all worked up,” He gently bit her ear as she squirmed “making you come all over my hands and cock, then tasting you? Fuck, gets me hard just thinking about it.”

“You naughty boy,” she said as they kissed “don’t make me discipline you.”

He groaned against her mouth

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He said quietly.

“I’d never do that,” she said as he buried his fingers all the way into her “oh fuck!”

He swallowed her cries with his mouth and the he looked around, no one in the theater was paying them any attention and he planned to keep it that way. He shifted sideways so that most of her was blocked by his back.

“Hush now,” he told her “gotta finish you before someone realizes what’s going on over here.”

“Oh fuck Dean.” She panted as he increase the speed on her, her body begged for more. Suddenly, she could picture him bending her over the back of the seats of the row in front of them and not giving a damn who saw them. She had to push that thought away, no way he’d ever go for that.

“Dean,” she begged “talk dirty, please. I’m almost there babe.”

He growled in her ear

“Mhhh, just wait until I get you home sweetheart. I’m gonna bend you over and screw you senseless. Would you like that?” He asked in her ear. Each word sounded like it was dipped in the most expensive whiskey. It was smooth, but bold at the same time and left her panting for more.

“Yes,” she told him, the heel of his hand rutting into her clit as she sighed “oh my god I’d love that.”

“Yeah you would, you dirty girl.” He said as he sucked on her pulse point.

She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as the pressure in her core gave way and she exploded all over his hand. He worked her through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was shaking against him. He withdrew his fingers and said

“Look at me.”

She did and watched as he used his insanely sinful looking lips and tongue to clean his fingers of her juices. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open, she nearly came again just watching him.

“Holy shit.” She mumbled as he smirked “Now how about I take care of you handsome?” She asked and he shook his head, leaning into her.

“As much as I’d like that mouth around my cock right now, that can wait until we get in the car.”

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You guys okay?! Enjoy that?? Consider sharing, liking and following! Kind feedback is always welcome. My inbox, ask box, and submission box are OPEN so if you want something special written for you, send your Lady a message and I’ll make it happen. See ya’ll for the live stream TONIGHT at 7:00 p.m. EST!!

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Shitloads Of Wrestling Interview: The GymNasty Boys [May 4th, 2018]

I cannot explain The Gym Nasty Boys. There’s Timmy Lou Retton, a baton-twirling ribbon dancer who is a gymnast by day, pro grappler by night. Then, there’s White Mike. Attempting to explain him would be like chasing a fish across ice. He’s unpredictable in both mannerisms and in-ring action, but what puzzles fans about both wrestlers’ personalities is completely forgotten when the duo show what they can do in the ring. There’s a reason that The Gym Nasty Boys are tag team YAMpions in THREE different companies, and in this very fun, bizarre interview with one of the hottest tag teams going today!

SOW: First, let me start off by talking about how I first heard of you both. The first time I'd heard of Timmy Lou Retton was watching a video from when you took on Delirious and I see this jacked, stout fellow coming out with a ribbon, twirling it around and inciting anger in people. Then I get word from a Tumblr user that a wrestler by the name of "White Mike" is facing New Jack and immediately, I think "Wow, someone actually planned a murder!" With that being said, what was it that made you two insanely gifted and extravagant personalities come together to form your tag team?

RETTON: We were traveling with The Ugly Ducklings and we became close friends who loved being silly and wrestling. We were in a room with The Ugly Ducklings, The Carnies and The Heatseekers talking about the true art of Tag Team Wrestling. We decided that we would be a team that would be compared with some of the best today.

MIKE: We was just riding with the Ducks doing the same loopskis as them. Timmy and I would joke and say we should tag. We'd laugh about it but, we had some dope ideas.. We also started to become brothers and sexual partners.. That last part isn't true! Winky face.

SOW: Well I definitely feel like you guys have become one of the most talked-about tag teams, especially after Mike's Reddi-Whip incident...

MIKE: Timmy wasn't in that!

RETTON: Nasty by Association.

MIKE: I ate Effy’s toight azz for free!

SOW: True.. true... That being said, where did the name The Gym Nasty Boys come from?

MIKE: Timothy is a Gymnast. I'm nasty ASF! GymNasty. We're also hot lil’ boys! So, GymNasty Boys.

RETTON: What he said.

SOW: Makes perfect sense when you put it that way! Have you been threatened with any legal action from The Nasty Boys?

MIKE: Fuck them!

RETTON: They fabed us at NOLA during Wrestlmaia Weekend.

SOW: No kidding?! What happened there? This, I GOTTA hear!

RETTON: Tried to introduce ourselves and explain who we were in a since of paying homage to them and Saggs just blew us off.

MIKE: "Sue me." "Sue me." "Sue me." Ain't shit too it! I said “what up” and asked if we could get a pic... He didn't even look at me. Oh well. I'm a Public Enemy guy anyways.

SOW: That is TREMENDOUS. Do you think that a potential match against The Nasty Boys would bring in some serious attention or is that just me? Is that even a goal for you both, especially now?

RETTON: It was. Now? I'm just trying to surpass them as the TRUE Nasty Boys.

MIKE: I want it more than ever! We're nastier than they could ever dream of! Jimmy Hart ain't winning tag straps for us and Hogan ain't keeping our jobs. Run up, Nasty Boys!

SOW: The ultimate would be beating them with Jimmy Hart in YOUR corner. I bet I could almost make that happen...

MIKE: God damn, yes!

SOW: I was elated to see that the two of you became the first ever Fest Wrestling Tag Team YAMpions. Is that your first title as a pair? If so, what does it mean to you?

RETTON:  We actually won our first tag team Yampionships a week prior in SC. Beating the Ugly Ducklings. It means a lot to us because FEST Wrestling is a awesome place to wrestle and the fact we are the very first means we made history and no one can take that from us.

MIKE: It. Was. Amazing. Fest Wrestling means so much to us!! We're all invited to the party there! It's our second as a team. We actually won the APW Chester tag team titles in SC first. I think Feb 2nd and then we won The Love Cup and Fest titles the 10th. I was siiiiiiiick as funk! I love APW but Fest means more. Timmy was booked first and I wasn't even on our first Fest. We then came in as a team and busted ass to get that spot!

SOW: Fest Wrestling is by far one of my favorite places that I worked. It was where our group was formed, Mike. Rap Dads!

MIKE: Hard nipples!

SOW: I see you guys popping up everywhere. Hell, I've even managed you myself and it was an absolute blast. Where else do you plan to conquer next?

RETTON: We want to be every where. We'll be debuting in California May 5th for Maverick Pro and in Canada May 19th for Inter-species Wrestling.

MIKE: We want it all and we're hungry enough to take it! We wanna travel out of the country. We have a date in Canada for Inter species wrestling may 19th. We want more! CZW, OVW, Limitless, Impact, NXT, Raw, SmackDown. Literally every place that we can test our abilities in and outta the ring!

SOW: Alright, I gotta ask... Just between the three of us, Cardi B, am I right?

MIKE: Fuck her.

SOW: Did she, too, fabe you during NOLA weekend?

MIKE: Like, I'd bang her. No, she would be dope to party with!

RETTON: Yeah, her party game would be fun to test against ours.

MIKE: I'd eat cereal out her asshole.

SOW: When you're on the road, how often do you fight over what music you're going to listen to? What's the usual playlist consist of?

MIKE: We don't fight. We listen to damn near the same music. Easy as fuck baybee.

RETTON: No. We don't get into fights. That's why we work. I'm mellow and he is too. If we get upset, one of us says something stupid and laugh it off.

SOW: That's what's up. I dig that. Who has to tone the other down when you're "on"? Not just in the ring, but in life? Watching The Gym Nasty Adventures, I assume it's Timmy chasing down Mike most of the time.

RETTON: I'd say that's right. I can get crazy too but he stays liiiive beeeybay.

MIKE: We're pretty easy going. Just like most people reading this. I will get wild as fuck if it's gonna be one of them ones!  Like big shows or shit.

RETTON: Big shows, big name opponents or if we just want to kill it!

SOW: Have you ever gotten kicked out of Walmart for your antics?

MIKE: Not yet. We tryna get sponsored by them crackahs.

RETTON: Luckily, not yet. We get in and get out.

MIKE: We be getting wild as funk in there! Good deals!

SOW: Right on. Aside from winning the titles at Fest Wrestling, what's the absolute coolest moment for The Gym Nasty Boys so far?

RETTON: Taking on The Rock n Roll Express.

MIKE: Wrestling the Rock n Roll Express! That was so much fun and was a absolute blast! Childhood dream come true.

Banging fat chicks with no rubbers too. Fun as hell lil baybey.

SOW: That's totally understandable. I feel like a lot of people don't realize the treasure that is Ricky Morton and Robert Gibson. People need to take advantage of their knowledge while they can! I imagine you both learned a lot in that match.

RETTON: In the ring and outside. Everytime we see them they hug us and talk to us for 20 mins like we known them for years.

MIKE: Yes! Knowledge is power! Seek the keepers of this! Too much fun and a all around good time. (They hug you..Not me!)

SOW: That's what's up, man. That's pure respect for you both, for real. I'm sure after reading this, plenty of fans are gonna want to know where they can keep up to date with your schedule. Where can they do that?

MIKE: Every got damn social media machine you can think of! Type GymNasty Boys in the search gimmick and Boom! We're friends! Please send choccy milk money please! Winky face emoji.

RETTON: Indeed. Yambook. Instayams.  Yammer (Twitter). Black Planet. MySpace.

MIKE: Splitter or Split Her.

RETTON: If you're interested in booking us: fcgm.1988@gmail.com.

SOW: Alright, one last word for your fans, GO!

ALL: TIIIIIIIP!

[td-imagines]

Chubby S/O Headcanons

Duncan

•This boi

•hO THIS BOI

•He really enjoys your extra fluff

•Expect lots of hugs and cuddles

•He’s one to probably rub your belly and kiss your belly when you get insecure as well. Honestly just loves to put his hands all over you.

•Overall just a total sweetie towards your insecurity and body.

•But don’t tell anyone that, he has a reputation to uphold.

Cody

•You’d think this boy can’t get any cheesier and nerdier with his flirting.

•oH HOW WRONG YOU WERE

•"Girl don’t stop. Keep flaunting your curves!“

•"Girl, you look like a bottle of maple syrup… Thick~”

•"I like how your curves fit into my arm~“

•Oh this boy goes all out.

•Always makes sure to share his sweets with you.

•He wants to keep you plump. He thinks you’re perfect that way.

Geoff

•Always trying to boost your confidence.

•He always is trying to get you to wear more revealing or tighter clothes.

•He thinks curves are a gift and you need to flaunt them!

•He ensures that every time he hugs or touches you, his hands rest on your stomach and sides just a second longer than normal.

•He does support if you do want to lose weight through diet and exercise, but would be a little sad to see your curves go.

DJ

•Gotta squish them chubby cheeks man.

•He finds your chub quite adorable and appealing.

•When the two of you cuddle, his favorite thing is to just lay his head on your stomach.

•He says you’re basically a real life body pillow.

•He actually finds it harder to sleep if you aren’t snuggling with him, you’re like a memory foam pillow that calms him down with your softness and warmth.

Noah

•Doesn’t really say much about your size.

•But this boy, despite how non-physical and small he might be, would actually throw fists if anyone dared to insult you.

•Lots of hugs from behind to squish your tummy.

•If you ever do have an insecurity episode, he will debunk every little problem you have, comforting you and rubbing your stomach.

•He will show you tighter outfits and will almost bashfully say, "You should wear this, but you don’t have to.”

Mike

•You will never hear any different opinion from any of his alters. They all adore your fluff.

•Manitoba often says how “He’s discovered a new species, the perfect fluffy beaut.” He’d enjoy exploring your body and making sure you knew how perfect you were.

•Vito will say “Sexy comes in all sizes, but I love your size the most.” He’d kiss you all over until your face was borderline on fire.

•Svetlana will often tell you, “All people should be confident with their body, no matter what size or shape.” She’d squish your cheeks and hold your hands until you blushed like mad.

•Laughably, if Chester comes out, he’ll tell you, “Back in my day, you’d be irresistible. Nobody these days have any good taste.” You’d end up just sitting there awkwardly blushing.

•Mal would whisper in your ear, “The most heavenly body is standing next to me..” He'd just hug you from behind and continue to whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he massaged your stomach.

•Mike, however, as you often preferred, is the most supportive. He snuggled with you often, and would always be complimenting your body. Sometimes he’d get so worked up when telling you how perfect your body was, you’d end up kissing him to shut him up.

•He also probably would have a harder time sleeping without you to be there as his pillow.

•You would be the luckiest person alive to be dating such a kind, supportive boy as he is.

Trent

•Gosh this boy would sing to you about your body and how much he loved it.

•This boy borderline won’t let you be insecure.

•He’d help you take your mind off of it by making a lot of jokes and faces, making you feel better through laughter.

•Extra snuggles and would often hum to you.

•Probably would fall asleep in doing so.

•This boy just has so much passion and it makes him so sad when you start to have insecurities.

Scott

•He doesn’t quite understand why you don’t like your body.

•Growing up on the farm, he never found a reason that was aesthetic for him to dislike someone. For god sakes, his mother had a lazy eye and his father was missing a finger on his left hand!

•When he finally grasped the concept of you disliking your own body, he then had the step of not quite knowing how to comfort you.

•You were his first partner and he has never really had the chance to learn.

•However, he learns quickly. He just loves to touch you all over. He would also just never shut up with all his compliments.

•He just wants you to feel loved.

•He also ensures how lucky he is to be with you, him just being a strange, bad with emotions, dirt farming country boy like himself.

Brick

•Is always asking if you’re okay, if you feel comfortable, if you wanted to be cuddled, if you wanted to work out.

•He was always just so precious.

•He wanted to make you as happy as possible. He would do everything and anything for you.

•If anyone even dared whisper an insult to you, Brick was there and ready to unleash his military wrath.

•You always felt safe with Brick around you.

•At some point, he had even given you one of his dog tags, that in which he had managed to carve a “You are beautiful” into the metal with a pocket knife.

Alejandro

•He found out just how insecure over your body you were when he picked you up bridal once.

•He made it his mission to constantly reassure you, to compliment yor and make sure you weee as happy as you could be.

•He carried you all the time, much to your protests. Honestly, he didn’t mind your extra weight and carried you with ease.

•He even would dip you, lean in, and kiss you. Afterwards, he’d rub your plump belly and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

[echelonfiction]

Thinking of you: Chapter 3 - Heads up

A/N: none

Warning: Violence, Mental Health Issues, Church, busses

Tagging: @fyeahproudglambert (other peeps let me know if you wanna be tagged.)

Chapter 3

I’d been in with the psychiatrist for the last hour or more telling him my entire life story, I hated this so much, I was being judged... .for what? To stay out of jail?

“Okay, so you’re a very angry person”

“I paid $300 for you to tell me that?”

“I believe you have a condition called borderline personality disorder,”

“I don't hear voices,”

“That’s multiple personality disorder.”

“right,” I sighed. “so I’m crazy?”

“No,” the Doctor snapped. “With the right treatment we can get you on the right path,” he told. “With your current lifestyle though I am hesitant to give you meds,”

“so what do I do?”

“Well, the main component of your mental state is what’s called IED, intermitant explosive disorder,”

“right,”

“It makes you fly off the handle,”

“Okay,” I said softly. “Sounds like me,”

“I’m going to put you in therapy twice a week and anger-management three times a week for the next month, then I want you to come back and see me,”

“Uh, when am I supposed to fit that in?” I asked. “I have a job, I study”

“What do you do for work?”

“checkouts,” I told.

“The group meets seven days, if I give you a dr certificate will you be able to work something out with your employer and study,”

“I guess?” I shrugged.

“You do want to get better, don't you?”

“I just want to stay out of jail,”

“Great,” the Dr said. “are you working today?” I shook my head, “The anger group meets today, go there this afternoon and check it out”

“Okay,” I nodded looking at the bunch of papers he gave me in my hands.

“I’ll see you in a month,”

I walked out of the office and made the appointment for a month’s time, well a little less than a month so I could take a report back to the judge. I went out to the bus stop and sat down waiting looking at the papers the group met in an hour, this was going to suck so bad. Maybe Shannon would come. I picked up my phone and dialed.

“Hey, Tatty babe,”

“Hey Shan,” I smiled.

“How was it,”

“Shit,” I sighed. “They gave me these diagnoses or whatever,”

“Oh?”

“I have some borderline personality disorder or something with an explosive anger disorder”

“They charged you $300 to tell you that you’re angry?”

“Apparently,” I shrugged. “I have to go to therapy twice a week and anger management three times a week,”

“Wow, you’re going to be a busy girl,”

“I know,” I sighed. “The Dr gave me a piece of paper to try and get work in around them,”

“Oh,” Shannon sighed.

“Hey, so I wanted to ask a favor,”

“I can give you all sorts of favors when you get home,”

“No like a proper outside world one,”

“What?” he grumbled.

“Well the Dr kind of wants me to go meet these people at the anger group. . . but I don't want to go on my own,”

“ahh,”

“I was kind of hoping you would come?”

“No way,”

“Why?” I snapped.

“Not my scene,”

“it’s not mine either, Shannon!”

“Yeah, and look where you are,”

“I’m here trying to make things better,”

“No you’re there because you don't want to go to jail,” Shannon snapped.

“It would be great if you wanted that too,”

“I do Tatiana, but that doesn't mean I have to follow you all over town to do it,”

“You’re my boyfriend,”

“That doesn't mean I have to be at your every beck and call,”

“I never ask you for anything like this,” I yelled.

“It would be great if you didn’t start,”

“Fuck you,”

“Hmm, soon” he laughed. I instantly hung up a moment later the bus pulled up. I held everything in until I was up the back with my headphones in. I was so stuck right now. If I moved left I was going to jail if I moved right I’d lose the only people that cared about me, Shannon and Jared. I just found out I was some kind of insane and now had to go meet other insane people.  I wanted so badly to just smash everything around me. But instead, I pulled the hood over my head and looked out the window at the pouring rain and let the tears fall down my cheeks wiping them away when I noticed them. The bus took about 45 minutes to get into the main part of town where everything happened from the Dr, I quickly walked to the address he gave me my stomach turning when I realized it was a church. I looked up at the impressive structure.

“Well. . . if there’s a god I’ll burn,” I said to myself.

“That’s what I said to myself the first time I came here,” some guy said as he stood next to me.

“What now you’re all hail god?” I snapped.

“hahaha, something like that,” he shrugged walking past me. “You coming in or are you going all Wanda Maximoff on us?”

“I think I choose Wanda,” I said as he disappeared in the door. I looked around me kind of wishing I  smoked for a moment. I took a deep breath and walked in going to the reception.

“Can I help you?” a lady with dark black hair asked.

“I got told to come to some anger group,”

“First time?”

“Yeah,”

“Fill this in and hand it back before you leave, the group is in the door behind you,”

“Ah thanks,” I said taking the clipboard from the women following the direction she gave me. I walked into the room to see a bunch of people sitting around in a circle. It wasn't really what I was expecting. To be honest, I didn’t know what I was expecting.

“Hey young lady,” someone called walking to me. “I haven't seen you here before,” he said happily. “I’m Scott,” he said offering his hand

“Tatiana,” I said softly as I shook it.

“I’m the coordinator at the moment,” he said.

“Okay?”

“Nervous?”

“I got told to come here an hour ago, about 3 mins after I got told I was explosive or something,”

“It’s fine,” he said softly. “We’ve all been in that exact position,” he told I nodded. “Fill out a name tag and grab some juice we’ll get started shortly.” I nodded and smiled walking over to the table he pointed too. I did what I was told and went and sat down scrolling my phone as everyone began to settle around me.

I got a text from Shannon: ‘I spoke to Jared, he said I was wrong, I’m sorry, I know you deserve better. Come see me tonight? We’ll talk?”

I sent back: I think I’m going to go check out what’s happening at home and do some study, my head hurts, I’ll come see you tomorrow” I added an Emoji heart to keep the peace.

“Okay guys, let's get started some of us have places to be,” Scott said sitting in a seat grabbing a clipboard. “Firstly, we have a new member, would you like to introduce your self?” he said all eyes landed on me.

“me?” I asked he nodded. “Okay,” I said taking a deep breath. “I’m Tatiana, I just paid $300 to learn I’m a bit of a psycho. . . I could have told them for $20,” I said the group laughed.  “I’m pretty much just doing this to stay out of Jail” I shrugged. “So we can just skim past me, that’s all good,” I laughed.

“Like I said, we’ve all been there,” Scott said writing something on his clipboard. “Tell us three facts about your self?”

“Uhh... I am a student, I like leopards and  I work at WinCo” I told.

“Good job,” he said. “Now, let’s go around the group and comment on the last wind, just one word.”  the group commented their word, I realized the dude I spoke to outside was in here, is word was ‘better’ when prompted he said something about progress with his family. “Tatiana, what’s your word?”

“Uhm revealing,” I said softly.

“do you want to elaborate?” Scott questioned.

“No,” I said softly.

“Not a little,”

“I’ve just learned a lot about my life,” I shrugged. “I don't know what it means at the moment,”

“Interesting,” he said

“What are you writing?” I snapped.

“Is it annoying you?”

“Yeah,” I said crossing my arms. “I came to check this shit out not be scrutinized,”

“I take notes on every person that comes through these sessions, you’re more than welcome to read yours but is there any specific reason I should treat you different,” he asked I shook my head and looked down. “Right,” he sighed. “I think that’s a good time for a break,” he said. I took it as a good time to fill in the form the lady asked me too. I did so as quick as I could taking it out to her and walking back to getting a cup of coffee.

“I thought you were Wanda,” the guy from earlier said as he walked over.

“Hmm, maybe its the metaphor” I shrugged. “Tatiana is still a Russian name”

“Very true,” he smiled, he had a nice smile. “I’m Chester,”

“Nice to meet you, Chester” I smiled.

“You too Tatiana,”

“Most people call me Tatty,”

“You too Tatty,” he said joyfully. “So you were court ordered?”

“Yeah,” I half laughed.

“Who was the judge?” Chester asked.

“Judge Peterson,”

“yeah he got me too,” Chester told.

“I just have to bide time, right?” I asked.

“you could do that,” Chester said softly. “that was my plan, but then I applied somethings and saw things improve,”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Chester nodded. “Some weeks I come here and things are really shit, others I know I couldn't get by without it,”

“Do you come often”

“Most days,” he nodded.

“right,” I nodded.

We were called back to sitting down. Scott went around the group and did some questioning and let people talk, I was mostly left alone to view and survey which I was thankful for. Before I knew it I was walking out the door. I stopped instantly pulling my phone out plugging my headphones in.

“Do you need a lift?”

“No, I’m okay,” I said looking at Chester who walked past me.

“I don’t mind,”

“I gotta go do a thing, and I need a walk to clear my head”

“Alright, the offers there,”

“Thanks” I smiled as he walked off.

“Tatty,” I called as I put my second earbud in, I  looked up taking it out. “Keep an open mind to what they’re telling you to do, okay?” he said, I looked at him for a moment then nodded. Who could that hurt?

I made my way home, I hadn’t been here in a couple of days, my mum and two sisters where happy to see me, my stepdad probably wouldn't be, that was his problem, he worked nights anyway.

“So what are you up to these days?”

“Just hanging out,” I shrugged. “I came home to do some study and catch up,”

“Nice of you to remember us,” Mom smiled. I smiled back.

“I still pay to be here,”

“I know,” mom smiled. “I appreciate that,”

There was a noise at the door I looked up to see my brother walk through the door.

“Oh you return,” he snapped.

“Simon,” mom warned.

“No, mom did you know she was arrested again this weekend?”

“What!” Mom yelled.

“Si!” I snapped.

“She was throwing shit and breaking it in bars, that’s not the best part,” he told. “She headbutted a cop and got tased,”

“oh my god,” Mom sighed putting her head in her hands.

“Mom,” I paused. “I’m dealing with it okay,”

“Dealing with it?” Mom snapped. “Tatiana it’s a miracle that you’re not in jail,” she told. “how are you even?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said walking to my room.

“Are you on drugs?”

“Of course she is!” Simon told.

“SIMON!” I yelled. “Mind your fucking business,”

“Tatty, we can get you help,”

“I don't need fucking help,” I told closing my door going to my desk sitting down putting my head in my hands.

“Tatty,” My mom said softly she somehow appeared next to me. “I can help you,”

“Mom,” I warned. “I’m fine, I don't need help, I’m dealing with it,”

“I know what it is,” Simon said my shoulders dropped

“Shut up Simon! Just leave it,”

“It’s those fucking boys you always hang out with,” he told. “Those fucking Letos”

“you know nothing about them,” I yelled getting to my feet facing him.

“They’re destroying you Tatty,” he said I shook my head and looked down. “They are over the last couple of years since you’ve known them you’ve become what they are,” I knew he was getting closer.

“And what are they, Simon” I snapped I felt it in my head,

“Trash” I jumped over to him trying to tackle him to the ground but he manhandled me so to the point where I couldn't move after much flailing and trying to hurt him. “This isn't you Tatiana,” he told.

“This is me, it's been me all my life,” I told. “It’s not my fault you’re blind to it,” I forced myself out of his grip and through the rest of the house “I’m fucking done here,” I snapped. “I was asked to go see Shannon tonight but I chose to come here and see you fuckers,” I yelled “For what,” I yelled kicking a chair. “to have my private shit spilled and to be fucking judged,” I kicked a cupboard.

“Tatiana, stop” my mom begged.

“No, you people are supposed to not judge me and let me be me, the one group of people,” I said hitting a bunch of stuff off the bench.

“Tatiana, you can’t see what they’re doing to you,”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP SIMON!” I yelled picking up a vase throwing it at him, except I didn't realise he was so close. It hit him in the head and he fell to the ground. “Simon?”

“Look what you did,” Mom cried.

“Mom, I.  ..”

“Get out Tatiana,” I looked at her as she met my eyes. “I mean it,” I walked past her. “and think twice before you come back,”

I walked out of the house and got my phone out. Dialing the only person I knew would come and help me.

“Tat,” Jared called.

“I fucked up,” I sniffled. “Can you come get me?” I begged

“Where are you?”

“At my mums,”

“I’m already out I’ll be there soon,” he said hanging up. I dropped in the gutter and hugged my knees, I heard a car leave mums, then a car pull up right in front of me. A door opened. “Tat,” I heard I looked up to see Jared looking at me from the driver's side. “Come on,” I got up and got in the car, I was barely buckled before he drove off. “What happened,”

“I’m pretty sure I just got kicked out,” I said curling putting my head against the window. “it’s been the worst day,”

“Shannon said something about ang-”

“I don't want to talk about that,” I told looking at him. “I just threw a vase at my brothers head, I’m pretty sure he’s gone to the hospital, I have an essay due tomorrow, I have to work tomorrow night my family hates my boyfriend,” I shook my head and lent it against the window again. “I don't want to deal with any of it right now,”

“Well. .  . I’m sure it will all be okay,” Jared said softly.

“Yeah, cause you’re just Mr. McPositive, arent you Jared?”

“Sometimes Tatty, Sometimes.”

“Great, get me somewhere I can sleep and enjoy absolute rock bottom,” he didn't reply, he stayed quiet. He drove me to his house and followed me inside.

“Tat,” Shannon said when he saw me instantly sitting up on the couch. I walked to him and wrapped my arms around him. He leaned back into the couch and held me as I broke down into tears. “It’s okay,” he sighed. “Come on shh,” he soothed. “Did you get in a fight?” I nodded my head. “Did you get arrested?” I shook my head. “Family?” I nodded pulling back taking some deep breaths.

“I threw a vase at my brother’s head, I think mom took him to the hospital,” I sniffled. “He just wouldn't stop,” I grumbled. “But he was saying shit, and told my mom I was arrested.”

“Saying shit?”

“about you guys,” I said. “I know we’re not conventional but he should still respect me enough,”

“yeah, he should,” Shannon agreed pulling me in. “I’m sorry for being a dick to you earlier,” he said softly. I nodded.

“I feel like my whole life has exploded,” I sniffled. “I feel like my head has exploded, constantly.”

“Hey,” Shannon said leaning into the couch pulling a blanket over my back wrapping his arms around my head. “Your head is safe, okay?” he said kissing my forehead. “It’s in my arms and I’m not going anywhere,”

“Okay,” I said softly.

“I know I don't know how to be a good boyfriend, but I’m going to protect, forever,”

“Bu-”

“shh get some rest”

[puckconnolly]

@thescorpioracesfestival Tourist Challenge 10: Betting

Ahhh only two (2) more challenges left!!! As always, shoutout to @suriels / @colestclairs for creating this story with me!

Links to challenges 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (you can also search the tag ‘claire&rowan’ to find all of our stuff)

Challenge 10 under the cut 

The day of the races was quickly approaching, but luckily, Rowan wasn’t stressed. She wasn’t racing, and it was so painfully obvious that Claire was going to win that there wasn’t any sense in getting anxious about it.

Rowan and her grandparents were strolling around Skarmouth when Chester led them into Gratton’s. Rowan had heard of the legendary Gratton’s butcher shop. It was where the riders signed up for the races and where all the gossip happened. Who would have thought that a butcher shop of all places, was the place to be?

Behind the counter, Rowan saw the list of riders and horses. Some of the names had been crossed out due to people dropping out for one reason or another. She found Claire and Elemental’s names and smiled. She saw Finnigan and Quicksilver’s underneath and scowled. Next to the names were numbers. Rowan turned to her grandpa to ask what they were for.

“They’re for betting,” Chester explained. “The higher your number, the more people there are betting on you to win. Now, obviously, if you bet on an underdog and he wins, you make a lot of money. But I don’t think that will happen this year.” Chester gestured to the board. Rowan scanned the list. Claire and Elemental had a whopping ‘976’ written next to it, the largest number by far. She glanced down and saw Finnigan’s standings: 8.

That’s gotta hurt, Rowan thought.

Rowan was glad she wasn’t Claire. She was glad nine hundred and seventy-six people weren’t betting on her. What if, by some tragedy, Claire lost? Then what? A nine hundred and seventy-six person lynch mob?

“Well,” Amelia said, breaking Rowan out of her spiral. “Let’s place some bets!” Amelia and Chester placed bets each year, usually on people they knew well. To show support, Amelia had said, not to make money.

“Can you place bets on more than one person?” Rowan asked.

“Sadly, no,” Chester replied. “But we can each pick a different person if you’d like.”

Rowan thought for a moment. Yes, Claire was going to win. Obviously. And she definitely didn’t care about or even remotely like Finnigan Kendrick.

But then she saw the tiny ‘8’ written by his name. She thought back to Claire and Finnigan’s fight and what Claire had said. How his family wished he’d been more like Claire. How they weren’t even remotely proud of him. Who were the eight people betting on Finnigan? Rowan wondered. Family? Or random girls betting on the most attractive rider? Rowan was pretty sure it was the latter.

She wasn’t family, and certainly wasn’t a friend, but she figured seeing how low his numbers were had got to hurt. And he wasn’t even a bad rider! He’s totally going to come in second or third place, Rowan thought. He doesn’t deserve to have so few people bet on him, even if he is an asshole.

Rowan told her grandparents, “Let’s place one of our bets on Claire.” She paused for a moment. Sighed. “And the other two bets on Finnigan Kendrick.”

Claire thinks I’m rubbing off on her? Rowan thought with a smile, if only she could see me now.

As the O’Briens left Gratton’s, Rowan’s shoulder rammed into something.

A someone.

A Finnigan Kendrick to be exact. Finnigan saw the freshly written ‘10’ next to his name. “Looks like I’ve gained a few more fans,” he said sarcastically.

“Fans?” Rowan asked.

“Oh come on. You and I and everyone else on this goddamn island knows that the only people betting on me are the mainland girls.”

“They’re not the only people,” Rowan said in a small voice.

“You’re telling me that you bet on me?” Rowan nodded. “Yeah, right. You’re like the captain of team Claire.”

Rowan answered, “We bet on Claire too.” She waited a beat, deciding if what she wanted to say should be said or stay in her head.

Finnigan stood there awkwardly for a moment. “Well,” Finnigan finally said, “I’ll see ya around.” He turned to leave.

“Finnigan, wait!” Rowan yelled. I really shouldn’t be saying this.

He turned back to face Rowan. Crossed his arms and cocked his head. “Yes?”

“Look. I know we’re not friends and we probably never will be. And let’s be real for a second, this whole entire island knows Claire is going to win. That’s just a fact. But,” she sighed, “that doesn’t mean you deserve to be treated like dirt. I’ve watched the training every single day. Finnigan, you are good. Really good. You’re Claire’s only competition. I see when you look at what Claire is doing and copy it, and when Claire copies you too. You are making her better and she’s making you better. She needs you Finnigan, and she needs you to bring your A game. So stop feeling sorry for yourself, and get ready for this stupid race.”

Rowan turned and walked swiftly to catch up with her grandparents.

I hope I didn’t just screw everything up.

Later that day, Rowan told Claire about her encounter with Finnigan.

“That was really sweet of you,” Claire remarked. “Sounds like something I would have done.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking!” Rowan exclaimed and flopped down on her bed. Claire joined her a second later. “I mean, I know it’s a total waste of money, but I don’t know. I felt bad.”

“It’s not a total waste of money,” Claire pointed out. “It’s not set in stone that I’m going to win. Anything could happen.”

Rowan rolled her eyes. “Okay Claire.”

“I’m serious!” Claire said halfheartedly tossed a pillow towards Rowan’s head.

“Hey!”

“I’m just saying,” Claire said, all serious again. “I might not win. Finnigan might win. Someone else might win. Anything is possible. We’ll just have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Are you nervous?”

Claire thought about it. Carefully, she said, “I’m not nervous about the outcome of the race. I’m more nervous about what will happen after.”

“Easy. You’ll win, celebrate, rub it in Finnigan’s face -”

“I would never do that,” Claire cut in.

“Fine. You’ll share polite banter about next year’s race with Finnigan and then say ‘hasta la vista baby!’ because you’re coming to home with me,” Rowan amended.

“That does sound pretty nice,” Claire sighed.

“Yeah, it does,” Rowan agreed.

[roxy-davenport]

Hard Habit to Break

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,522

Beta: Huge thanks to @seenashwrite

A/N: This was written for @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Challenge. I choose the album, “Ash & Ice” by the Kills which is a hella angsty album. Whoops. I love angsty indie rock. This was written for the third song on the album, “Hard Habit to Break.” This is a bit deep which I’m blaming on the album. :) This is told from Dean’s POV.

Also on A03 

You're really getting close to me

So far so close to me

So point me to a yes no yes no yes

Don't tell me maybe

 I knew that I could never have a normal life. Intellectually, I knew that. It was too dangerous. I mean look what happened to Dad, Mom and then Sam’s girlfriend, Jess. So how could I willingly choose to put the woman I love through that? What kind of monster would that make me? Mom and Jess both died in agony, burning on frickin’ ceilings. Come on. Yeah, we ganked the bastard who did it, but so what? There will always be some other black eyed scum around to take away the love of my life.

 Demons have it out for Winchesters. I understand the hatred toward my family. Hell, how many demons have Sam and I taken out just this year? Of course they’d hold a grudge, and that’s why I shouldn’t get entangled with anyone.

 When I get the itch, I sleep with women at bars. I let them know upfront that it’s one night. They’re okay with it; I’m okay with it. There are no strings, no drama. I move on, and I don’t think about the girl. She’s safer that way. No real connections. At least, that’s what I’d always tell myself, but then… But then, why? Why can’t I leave her?

 I mean, I go through the same motions every time. I come into town every few months. I tell her goodbye and I actually believe it every time. I believe that this will be the time I’ll be strong enough to truly leave. Then I can’t. I can never really leave her. She’s all I think about, all I want. I try and sleep her away with other girls but it never works. I call out her name when I orgasm more often than not.

 When it’s over, when I’m done with the girls on the side, I close my eyes and I see her face, that sly smile she gives me when she’s half-awake. The way she stretches like a cat, arching her back and presenting her perfect breasts to my lustful gaze. How she turns to me and says my name. The way she says it half-sleepy, half-reverently, almost like a prayer. The sound that not only makes me instantly hard but make me fall in love with her more. I hold her tight for a long time, letting my mind go blank. I am reassured in her touch. I feel whole in her arms. And all the while, I know I’m putting her at risk, just by being close to her. If any monsters found out how much I cared, her head would be on the chopping block; maybe literally. But I can’t give her up. She’s in my blood, in my mind. As selfish as this may sound, we belong together.

 The months when I will myself to stay away are hell on me. I break down. I cry, I scream, I get angry. I’m really not okay without her. Nothing else matters when I’m like this.

I don’t have my heart in the hunt. Sometimes, I’m even reckless. The alcohol tastes horrible, the women don’t feel the same, and I don’t feel the same. I feel guilt-ridden and horrible every time I flirt with anyone else; much less touch another woman.

I’m gruffer with Sammy and shit, he doesn’t deserve that. I just get so angry with him. I want to apologize but I mean, how would that go? I can’t let him know why I’m acting this way. So what lie would explain all this? The less people that know about her; the safer she is. Or am I keeping her quiet because I want to keep her a secret? Because I want her all to myself? Why is love so confusing? And for the record? I didn’t want to fall in love with her, it just happened.

 You think you're there to hold my hair

To come and drag me home

You think you're gonna dress me up

From head to toe and then I'll go?

 Well I'm a hard hard habit to break

I'm a hard hard habit to break

 Your mind's playing tricks on me

You got me where you want me

I'm going left right left right left right

Through the city

 Every time I leave, I see the heartbreak in her eyes. Every time, she wants to ask me to stay. I know she wants to know why I always have to leave but I can’t tell her, and somehow she never asks. She just looks at me pointedly as I leave. I want to be happy. I want the white picket fence life, I do, and that’s why I keep coming back. She’s the one habit I can’t break. I will always keep coming back.

 It may not be fair to either of us, but she hasn’t kicked me out. She hasn’t moved on or changed the locks. She simply opens the door with a big smile, grabbing me and drawing me into her arms. She gives me the most passionate kiss and the sex is dynamic, wild, uninhibited, a true show of our passion for each other. Maybe one day, I’ll have the balls to either marry her or finally leave her.

 And I can't get enough of the heat

And I can't shake it off in a beat

You gotta fix me up or let me go

And I'll quit it

 It's a hard hard habit to break

It's a hard hard habit to break

A hard hard habit to break

It's a hard hard habit to break

 It's a hard hard habit to break

It's a hard hard habit to break

A hard hard habit to break

It's a hard hard habit to break

 But right now, for tonight and tomorrow, all I need is her. She is my drug and I can’t get enough. She is the air I breathe. I know it’s reckless and stupid to come to her when I’m broken and wounded. Even Sammy wonders where I’m going. He’s calling me, but I don’t care. This was a rough hunt and I need her. I need her to heal me, body and soul. I need her hands on my body, reassuring me that I deserve to be loved by her.

 I stand on her doorstep bleeding onto her mat, tears in my eyes, worried that she’ll reject me, but what does she do? She ushers me inside. Her soft hands get to work on my wounds. Never once does she ask questions. She just looks at me, silently begging me to stop doing whatever has left me in this state. And in this moment, I wish I could say yes. I want to say yes. That look of fear and worry on her face, that look destroys me.

 I send a quick message to Sam, so he knows I’m still alive and well. I promise to explain. What I’ll say, how much I’ll divulge to him, I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t quit her, ever.

 She fixes my wounds and the worry is replaced by a smile as we cuddle silently. There’s no need for any words to be said. She’s mine and I’m hers. For whatever happens next.

 Always talking about change

What change, what change?

Maybe when the lights fade

Maybe it's my mistake

 Always talking about change

What change, what change?

Maybe it's your mistake

Always talking about change

What change, what change?

Maybe it's our mistake

 What change? What change?

 Tagging

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