#jim mason headcanons

[leverage-ot3]

sterling sends borderline passive-aggressive asks to eliot's tumblr that are very obviously references to arguments they have had irl

this is the most sarcastic and aggressive the followers have ever seen the op reply

sterling always sends them as anons but everyone can tell it is the same person sending them

Imagine Parker stumbling over Hardison's fanfiction about them. He started that after he found some conspiracies, headcanons and even RPF about them written by some of their clients, and surprisingly even one or two collaterals (ppl working for the CEOs they took out), so now he's fueling whatever he feels like. Imagine Parker starting to write (maybe even poetry) because "writing is cool, even though I haven't understood the use so far."

Now I am just imagining some bad guy they put away being told to channel their anger into writing for therapy reasons, and that writing turns into some kind of weird revenge fantasy on the team. The thing is, this is at a time when none of them are together, not even Hardison and Parker, and this dude is clearly writing them as some kind of romantic triad??? 

Which, you know, may or may not, lead Hardison down a rabbit hole where he stumbles upon fan-fiction or similar “therapy writing exercises” about them from other criminals or clients. It makes him weirdly happy that people see them like that, even if it is kind of weird. 

Cut to four years later and Hardison may have several aliases he’s carefully cultivated over the years where they are all in a relationship. There’s back story, drama, how they met, how they got together, their daily routine. The works. He justifies it by telling himself it’s not fantasy, just pragmatic. You know, in case they ever have to go into hiding and don’t feel like splitting up. 

Hardison gets such joy out of creating these aliases. It’s almost like his version of The Sims. He loves imagining all these other lives they could have. And yeah, one day Parker is being nosy and stumbles across them. At first Hardison is embarrassed and still tries to play it off as nothing more than back-up plans but it’s no use because it’s painfully obvious some of the aliases would be of absolutely no use if push came to shove and they needed to get out of dodge, like the alias where Eliot is a Professional Cowboy (”what does that even mean, Alec? Does he wear hats and big belt buckles for a living?”). 

Of course, Parker doesn’t make fun. Instead, she begins to add to them and comes up with all sorts of quirky new details, even suggesting some brand new aliases to add to the collection. 

They don’t tell Eliot; Hardison, out of embarrassment, and Parker because she doesn’t actually realise they aren’t telling him. 

Of course, this all comes to a head one night when Parker says she wants to do role play in the bedroom and Hardison is left speechless when Eliot comes into the room, more than a little smug, decked out in full cowboy gear saying, “the lil’ lady told me you got a wild west fantasy?”. And the drawl is so strong and Hardison is going to kill Parker, but not before he swoons just a little at the way Eliot tips his hat at him and winks like a 40s movie star, lets Hardison haul him in by his *cough* massive belt buckle and kiss him senseless. (Parker doesn’t understand the appeal of the cowboy look but she does like the low voice Eliot uses for the character and the way Hardison can’t take his eyes off of him.) 

After that, Hardison is much more willing to share his aliases with Eliot and Parker (even if he does get mocked for some of them- “professional dinosaur wrangler, Hardison, seriously??”). 

[godjustkys]

╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist;

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR;

- Teen wolf

- Marvel Cinematic Universe

- Supernatural

- The Walking Dead (AMC)

- Merlin (BBC)

- Stranger things

- Dune

- Game of Thrones

- F.R.I.E.N.D.S

- The Maze Runner

- Lord of The Rings

- The Hobbit

- Harry Potter

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine

- IT

- Diary of a Wimpy Kid

- Dead Poet's Society

- Shameless

- Handsome Devil

- The Black Phone

- Sweet Home

- Arcane

- Spider-man Universe

- The Goldfinch

- The Last of Us

- The Beekeeper

- Weak Hero Class 1

- Bad and Crazy

ANIMES;

- Demon Slayer

- My Hero Academia

(the anime list will get updated as long as I continue watching anime.)

Characters I will to write for;

Teen wolf:

- Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski x top!m!reader (smut)

- Scott McCall

none yet..

- Derek Hale

none yet..

- Allison Argent

none yet..

- Lydia Martin

none yet..

- Isaac Lahey

none yet..

- Jackson Whittemore

none yet..

- Peter Hale

none yet..

- Malia Tate

none yet..

- Kira Yukimura

none yet..

- Liam Dunbar

none yet..

- Theo Raeken

none yet..

- Jordan Parrish

none yet..

- Erica Reyes

none yet..

- Ethan Steiner

none yet..

- Aiden Steiner

none yet..

- Christopher Argent

none yet..

- Mason Hewitt

none yet..

- Danny Mahealani

none yet..

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

- Tony Stark

none yet..

- Peter Parker

none yet..

- Bruce Banners

none yet..

- Thor Odinson

none yet..

- Loki Laufeyson

none yet..

- Steve Rogers

none yet..

- Natasha Romanoff

none yet..

- Stephen Strange

none yet..

- Wanda Maximoff

none yet..

- Clint Barton

none yet..

- Bucky Barnes

none yet..

- Carol Danvers

none yet..

- Shuri

none yet..

- Sam Wilson

none yet..

- Okoye

none yet..

- Wade Wilson

none yet..

- Pietro Maximoff

none yet..

- Vision

none yet..

- Yelena Belova

none yet..

- Peter Quill

none yet..

- Gamora

none yet..

- Nebula

none yet..

- Matt Murdock

none yet..

- Frank Castle

none yet..

- Xu Shang-chi

none yet..

- Eddie Brock

none yet..

Supernatural:

- Dean Winchester

'What a perv.' Dean x top!m!reader (smut)

- Sam Winchester

none yet..

- Castiel

none yet..

ALL; SUPERNATURAL HEADCANONS (NSFW)

(I have little knowledge of supernatural.)

The Walking Dead:

- Rick Grimes

none yet..

- Carl Grimes

none yet..

- Michonne

none yet..

- Negan

none yet..

- Daryl Dixon

male reader x daryl dixon (smut)

- Eugene

none yet..

- Rosita Espinosa

none yet..

- Maggie Greene

none yet..

- Glenn Rhee

none yet..

- Carol Peletier

none yet..

- Andrea

none yet..

- Gabriel Stokes

none yet..

- Dwight

none yet..

- Simon

none yet..

Merlin:

- Merlin

none yet..

- Arthur Pendragon

none yet..

- Morgana Pendragon

none yet..

- Guinevere

none yet..

- Lancelot

none yet..

- Mordred

none yet..

- Gwaine

none yet..

- Percival

none yet..

- Elyan

none yet..

- Leon

none yet..

Strangers things:

- Mike Wheeler

none yet..

- Nancy Wheeler

none yet..

- Will Byers

none yet..

- Jonathan Byers

none yet..

- Joyce Byers

none yet..

- Jim Hopper

none yet..

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

none yet..

- Lucas Sinclair

none yet..

- Dustin Henderson

none yet..

- Steve Harrington

none yet..

- Maxine Mayfield

none yet..

- Billy Hargrove

none yet..

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

none yet..

- Eddie Munson

none yet..

- Henry Creel

none yet..

- Robin Buckley

none yet..

Dune:

ALL; stranger things headcanons.. pt 1.

- Paul Atreides

none yet..

- Leto Atreides

none yet..

- Chani

none yet..

- Feyd-Rautha

none yet..

- Duncan Idaho

none yet..

- Stilgar

none yet..

Game of Thrones:

- Ned Stark

none yet..

- Catelyn Stark

none yet..

- Robb Stark

none yet..

- Jon Snow

none yet..

- Theon Greyjoy

none yet..

- Sansa Stark

none yet..

- Arya Stark

none yet..

- Tywin Lannister

none yet..

- Jaime Lannister

none yet..

- Cersei Lannister

none yet..

- Tyrion Lannister

none yet..

- Tommen Baratheon

none yet..

- Joffrey Baratheon

none yet..

- Daenerys Targaryen

none yet..

- Jorah Mormont

none yet..

- Sandor Clegane

none yet..

- Samwell Tarly

none yet..

- Margaery Tyrell

none yet..

- Tormund Giantsbane

none yet..

- Brienne of Tarth

none yet..

- Podrick

none yet..

- Ramsay Bolton

none yet..

- Jaqen H'ghar

none yet..

- Grey Worm

none yet..

F.R.I.E.N.D.S:

- Rachel Greene

none yet..

- Phoebe Buffay

none yet..

- Monica Geller

none yet..

- Ross Geller

none yet..

- Chandler Bing

none yet..

- Joey Tribbiani

Joey Tribbiani dating headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

The Maze Runner:

- Thomas

none yet..

- Newt

none yet..

- Minho

none yet..

- Gally

none yet..

- Frypan

none yet..

- Aris

none yet..

- Janson

none yet..

Lord of The Rings:

- Frodo Baggins

none yet..

- Samwise Gamgee

none yet..

- Pippin Took

none yet..

- Merry Brandybuck

none yet..

- Aragorn

none yet..

- Legolas

none yet..

- Boromir

none yet..

- Faramir

none yet..

- Galadriel

none yet..

- Arwen

none yet..

- Éowyn

none yet..

- Éomer

none yet..

The Hobbit:

- Bilbo Baggins

none yet..

- Thorin Oakenshield

none yet..

- Kili Durin

none yet..

- Fili Durin

none yet..

- Tauriel

none yet..

- King Thranduil

none yet..

- Elrond

none yet..

Harry Potter:

- Harry Potter

none yet..

- Hermione Granger

none yet..

- Ron Weasley

none yet..

- Fred Weasley

none yet..

- George Weasley

none yet..

- Draco Malfoy

none yet..

- Blaise Zabini

none yet..

- Oliver Wood

none yet..

- Seamus Finnigan

none yet..

- Luna Lovegood

none yet..

- Neville Longbottom

none yet..

- Dean Thomas

none yet..

- Severus Snape

none yet..

- Sirius Black

none yet..

- Regulus Black

none yet..

- Remus Lupin

none yet..

- James Potter

none yet..

- Lily Potter

none yet..

- Bill Weasley

none yet..

- Bellatrix Lestrange

none yet..

- Cedric Diggory

none yet..

- Lucius Malfoy

none yet..

- Narcissa Malfoy

none yet..

Brooklyn Nine-Nine:

- Jake Peralta

none yet..

- Amy Santiago

none yet..

- Charles Boyle

none yet..

- Gina Linetti

none yet..

- Rosa Diaz

none yet..

- Terry Jeffords

none yet..

- Ray Holt

none yet..

IT:

- Richie Tozier

none yet..

- Eddie Kaspbrak

none yet..

- Beverly Marsh

none yet..

- Bill Denbrough

none yet..

- Stanley Uris

none yet..

- Ben Hanscom

none yet..

- Mike Hanlon

none yet..

- Henry Bowers

none yet..

- Patrick Hockstetter

none yet..

Diary of a wimpy kid:

- Greg Heffley

none yet..

- Rodrick Heffley

none yet..

Dead Poet's Society:

- Neil Perry

none yet..

- Todd Anderson

none yet..

- Charlie Dalton

none yet..

- Knox Overstreet

none yet..

- Steven Meeks

none yet..

- John Keating

none yet..

Shameless:

- Fiona Gallagher

none yet..

- Lip Gallagher

none yet..

- Ian Gallagher

none yet..

- Debbie Gallagher

none yet..

- Carl Gallagher

none yet..

- Liam Gallagher

none yet..

- Mickey Milkovich

none yet..

- Mandy Milkovich

none yet..

- Kevin Ball

none yet..

- Veronica Fisher

none yet..

- Jimmy Lishman

none yet..

- Karen Jackson

none yet..

Handsome Devil:

- Ned Roche

none yet..

- Conor Masters

none yet..

- Dan Sherry

none yet..

The Black Phone:

- Finney Blake

none yet..

- Robin Arellano

none yet..

- Vance Hopper

none yet..

- Bruce Yamada

none yet..

- Billy

none yet..

- Griffin

none yet..

Sweet home:

- Cha Hyun-su

none yet..

- Lee Eun-hyuk

none yet..

- Pyeon Sang-wook

none yet..

- Jung Jae-heon

none yet..

- Seo Yi-kyung

none yet..

- Lee Eun-yu

none yet..

- Yoon Ji-su

none yet..

- Jung Ui-Myeong

none yet..

Arcane:

- Jinx

none yet..

- Vi

none yet..

- Viktor

none yet..

- Caitlyn

none yet..

- Silco

none yet..

- Sevika

none yet..

- Ekko

none yet..

- Vander

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

- Jayce

none yet..

Spider-Man Universe:

- Peter Parker (A. G.)

none yet..

- Peter Parker (T. M.)

none yet..

- Peter B. Parker

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

none yet..

- Miguel O'Hara

none yet..

- Hobie Brown

none yet..

- Pavitr Prabhakar

none yet..

- Gwen Stacy

none yet..

The Goldfinch:

- Boris Pavlikovsky

none yet..

- Theodore Decker

none yet..

The Last of Us:

- Ellie Williams

none yet..

- Joel Miller

none yet..

- Tommy Miller

none yet..

- Tess Servopoulos

none yet..

- Abby Anderson

none yet..

- Dina Woodward

none yet..

- Lev

none yet..

- Yara

none yet..

- Jesse Pinkman

none yet..

- Manny

none yet..

- Owen

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

The Beekeeper:

- Derek Danforth

none yet..

- Adam Clay

none yet..

Weak Hero Class 1:

- Yeon Si-eun

none yet..

- Oh Beom-seok

none yet..

- Ahn Su-ho

none yet..

- Park Hu-min

none yet..

- Kang Woo-young

none yet..

- Jeon Seok-dae

none yet..

Bad and Crazy:

- Ryu Soo-Yeol

none yet..

- Do In-beom

none yet..

- K

none yet..

- Oh Kyung-Tae

none yet..

- Boss Yong

none yet..

- Andrei Kang

none yet..

Demon slayer:

- Tanjiro Kamado

none yet..

- Nezuko Kamado

none yet..

- Zenitsu Agatsuma

none yet..

- Inosuke Hashibira

none yet..

- Genya Shinazugawa

none yet..

- Kanao Tsuyuri

none yet..

- Aoi

none yet..

- Shinobu Kocho

none yet..

- Tomioka Giyuu

none yet..

- Rengoku Kyojuro

none yet..

- Uzui Tengen

none yet..

- Mitsuri Kanroji

none yet..

- Obanai Iguro

none yet..

- Shinazugawa Sanemi

none yet..

- Muichiro Tokito

none yet..

- Gyomei Himejima

none yet..

- Muzan Kibutsuji

none yet..

- Akaza

none yet..

- Douma

none yet..

- Gyutaro

none yet..

- Daki

none yet..

- Kokushibo

none yet..

- Murata

none yet..

HASHIRA; hashira headcanons, pt.1 (angst)

My Hero Academia:

- Izuku Midoriya

none yet..

- Katsuki Bakugou

none yet..

- Shoto Todoroki

none yet..

- Tenya Iida

none yet..

- Ochako Uraraka

none yet..

- Denki Kaminari

none yet..

- Eijirou Kirishima

none yet..

- Tokoyami Fumikage

none yet..

- Shoji Mezo

none yet..

- Momo Yaoyorozu

none yet..

- Hanta Sero

none yet..

- Kyoka Jirou

none yet..

- Mashirao Ojirou

none yet..

- Mina Ashido

none yet..

- Yuga Aoyama

none yet..

- Monoma Neito

none yet..

- Shinsou Hitoshi

none yet..

- Rumi Usagiyama

none yet..

- Keigo Takami

none yet..

- Aizawa Shouta

none yet..

- Hizashi Yamada

none yet..

- Oboro Shirakumo

none yet..

- Touya Todoroki

none yet..

- Tomura Shigaraki

none yet..

- Toga Himiko

none yet..

- Jin Bubaigawara

none yet..

adding anime back cause I watched demon slayer,,, :3

[captainsophiestark]

So something crazy happened this week - I hit 1.5k followers! 🥳

Genuinely thank you all so much for following me and supporting my writing. When I first joined Tumblr, I truly never could've dreamed how wonderful the community, friends, and fandom I've found would be. I love you all so much!

I've never done a follower celebration before, but I really wanted to do one for this milestone, so here we are! It's D&D themed, but no knowledge of D&D is required to join in the fun.

Our 1.5k follower campaign is going to be running from today, May 29th, to Wednesday, June 6th. During that time, feel free to send me as many things off the list below as you like! Interacting with people on here is one of my absolute favorite parts of Tumblr, so feel free to come into my ask box as many times as you like 😄

I'll be tagging all posts for this celebration as #Sophie's 1.5k Follower Campaign. You don't have to follow me to participate, but it would be greatly appreciated. Without further ado, here are the actions you can take during this campaign:

Zone of Truth - Send me an ask with a game, like KMK/FMK, Would You Rather, or anything else you can think of!

Roll Initiative - Roll some dice and send me a character from the list at the bottom of this post, along with the numbers you rolled! I have prompt lists left over from my Year of Fic planning, and I'll put your character and your dice rolls togeter to write a corresponding headcanon (or possibly longer fic, if the inspiration really strikes!). Roll one of the following, some of the following, or all of the following: 1d8, 1d10, 1d12, and 1d20. You can roll with real dice or by typing "roll dice" into google! Please specificy if you have a strong preference between a romantic or platonic fic.

Nat 20 (2 left) - Send me a character I write for and a request, and I'll write you a oneshot! My time's a little limited right now, so I'm capping these at 3 total requests. In the immortal words of Brian Murphy, "Roll three Nat 20s in a row!". If you want to also roll a d20 and send me the result, I'll add a dialogue prompt corresponding with the number you rolled to the request. Please specificy if you have a strong preference between romanitc and platonic fic.

Perception Check - I have a good amount of writing queued up for my Year of Fic and a few other projects, so send me this for a sneak peek of works to come! If you want to include a few fandoms or characters you'd most like to see included in the sneak peek, feel free to do that! Just no promises that I'll have something including them to show you

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Thank you again to every single one of you who's here with me now, from the beginning of this blog or from earlier today! I'm so happy to have you here and as a part of the party!

Writing Request Character Options:

Bridgerton: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton

Crescent City: Tristan Flynn, Ithan Holstrom, Lidia Cervos

DC: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd

Marvel: Grant Ward, Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa, Angie Martinelli, Harley Keener, Pietro Maximoff

*Riordanverse: Luke Castellan, Thalia Grace, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Jason Grace

Star Trek: Jim Kirk

Star Wars: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala

Top Gun: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

The Vampire Diaries: Mason Lockwood, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Damon Salvatore, Enzo St. John, Kai Parker, Caroline Forbes, Matt Donovan

*All characters in the Riordanverse are going to be book-based, since that's what I know best, and will be written as their ages at the end of Heroes of Olympus or older for requests involving romance

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Tagging a few mutuals who I've absolutely loved getting to this point with 🥰 thank you guys for being such a wonderful part of my experience in this place!

@ghostofskywalker @bandshirts-andbooks @trekkingaroundasgard @arttheclown-coveredinblood @flowers-and-fichte @everyhazyday @dawn-petrichor-world @space-helen @ro-is-struggling @writeroutoftime @shadowdaddies @hawaiianpizzaenjoyer

[dmercer91]

i forget in which inevitably headcanon you mention something about reader and jamie-

but all i can picture is reader being a bit more on the reserved side when initially meeting eveyone, and jamie is just the first person she warms up to- and that’s why it makes john so happy when he sees them giggling together

(if it was anyone else he’d definitely get jealous-)

she’s definitely very nervous cause she’s meeting a bunch of people who didn’t know she existed even though she’s been with john for so long

the reason she’s so comforted by jamie is that he genuinely seemed so excited to meet her while the rest she could tell were confused and a little put off cause she’s very different than gibbys normal type

mason and trevor were quick to adapt to her and troy was never judgemental, just very quiet- but the first time dahlia hugs mason goodbye at an event she was invited to a while after meeting, it’s very, very obvious that john’s not a huge fan

so she sticks with jamie because inexplicably, he loves them

also, until she gets used to trev being around he just has so much energy and it’s a little head spinning for her

dux in tux | inevitability au, jg36

“my girlfriend is coming tonight,” john murmured nonchalantly, heard vaguely over trevor, jamie and mason as they contemplated, as the single men of the team, wether or not they should bring casual dates

trevor whipped his head around, while jamie just smiled a little and mase furrowed his eyebrows “your who?” trevor had caught the attention of a larger part of the dressing room with his words.

“girlfriend?” mason repeated, a little more tame than trevor, but still pronounced enough that anyone who’d looked over at the commotion could hear.

“why haven’t you said anything?” jamie quietly asked.

john nodded to masons question, licking his lips in contemplation at jamie’s

“she’s younger.” he stated, scratching the back of his neck at the thought of the day they met. dahlia had continuously reminded him throughout the relationship that she was one one interested in him

and that their relationship would always be private enough that anybody who had an opinion wouldn’t be close enough to them regardless

“like.. 25 younger?” trevor tilted his head, and john poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue

“like i met her on her 20th birthday, younger.” he stared at the floor for a moment, looking up to see pretty much the whole team staring at him, with neutral looks of confusion.

that was good enough for him, though when he saw that jamie just smiled and tried to move on with the previous conversation, he was relieved that at least one person would be accepting of dahlia that night.

when the beginning of the event rolled around, john walked in with dahlia holding his arm, clearly very nervous to meet everyone since john had spared the details of the reactions his blurt had gotten him at practice

troy, trevor, cam, mace and jamie had all already been standing together, jamie immediately turning and smiling at her from their spot.

“this is dahlia, my girl,” john smiled down at her as she waved to the small group, jamie returning the favour while the rest just eyed her in silence.

john rolled his eyes a little, but carried a conversation with his teammates while she stayed wrapped around him and tucked close

as the night progressed, dahlia had met nearly the whole team, and they were all very mellow with her, not sure what to think about her and johns dynamic

when john leaned down to tell her that he’d needed a minute to use the bathroom, she blinked, nervous.

“can we find jamie first?” she looked up at him worry prominent in her features. john kissed her on the forehead and nodded, pulling her over to the drinks where jamie was standing

“hey, jim. can she stand with you a sec?” john nodded to the bathroom and then his eyes trailed to her, who still looked a little nervous to be left without him.

jamie nodded with a proud smile. he could already tell how much she meant to john, and being trusted to ease her discomfort like he had was a different kind of honour.

“dahlia, yeah?” jamie asked, looking down at her while she planted herself next to him, close but not uncomfortably.

she nodded. squeezing her own wrist like she’d been anticipating a piercing.

“gibby’s a big softy, right? like he’s real quiet at the rink but then he just goes teddy bear mode?” dahlia smiled, thinking of the contrast between her john and his john.

“yeah. he’s very sweet to me,” she blushed, looking up at jamie to see him fully engaged in their conversation, chuckling

“oh- and, ignore the team, i think they just weren’t expecting him to have been in a long term relationship. they’ll all warm up,” she nodded slightly, giving him a small thanks

“have you ever been to a game? i know we weren’t introduced to you, but some home games he looks more excited to play than others,” she bit her lip, reminded of the first game she’d ever gone to.

“i’ve been to a couple. i stay in the crowd, obviously. mason’s noticed me in the stands before and had apparently taken interest,” she giggled, jamie’s eyes going wide as he laughed

“that went over well, i take it?” he breathed out, tilting his head

“well. he asked me to be his girlfriend because of it, so i think it did,” she smiled, earning a hum.

“the jealous type?” before you could answer, johns arms were snaked around you from behind and jamie was beaming at the two of you.

“definitely.”

[rewritethisstxry]

Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

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Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Slasher/horror writing blog : @slxsherwriter

What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith

What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper

Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)

Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

[serafae]

𝐁 𝐄 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐄 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐅 𝐎 𝐋 𝐋 𝐎 𝐖 —

• this blog contains nsfw content intended for mature audiences only. do not read or interact if you are a minor and/or do not have your age somewhere on your blog. for my own safety, ageless blogs and anyone under the age of eighteen will be blocked.

• i mostly write for myself, so my works tend to feature a female reader. that being said, any requests i receive will be written with gender neutral language. the appearance of my reader inserts are never described in an attempt to be as inclusive as possible. everyone should be able to enjoy and see themselves in fanfiction!

• please be sure to read the entirety of this post if you are interested in sending a request. i will cover fandoms, what i do and don't write, and any requirements for sending a request.

𝐅 𝐀 𝐍 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐒 𝐈 𝐖 𝐑 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 —

• harry potter: bill weasley, draco malfoy, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, remus lupin, ron weasley, sirius black.

• the hunger games: finnick odair, haymitch abernathy, johanna mason, peeta mellark.

• john wick: caine, john wick.

• marvel cinematic universe: bucky barnes, kate bishop, loki laufeyson, peter parker, steve rogers, vision, wanda maximoff, yelena belova.

• star wars: ahsoka tano, anakin skywalker, bo-katan kryze, cal kestis, cassian andor, din djarin, fennec shand, finn, obi-wan kenobi, poe dameron, rey.

• stranger things: eddie munson, jim hopper, robin buckley, steve harrington.

• supernatural: dean winchester, sam winchester.

𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐖 𝐈 𝐋 𝐋 𝐖 𝐑 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 —

• headcanons & drabbles: i will write headcanons for up to three characters per request and drabbles for a single character. everyone defines a drabble differently, so for me it's a short fic of somewhere between 400-700 words.

• reader inserts: i only write reader insert/character relationships. as stated previously, in an effort to be as inclusive as possible they will be written as gender neutral and as plus size and poc friendly.

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• genres: angst, fluff, and smut.

𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐖 𝐎 𝐍 ' 𝐓 𝐖 𝐑 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 —

• canon/canon: i do not write ship fics. i just don't enjoy it!

• some reader inserts: at this time i do not write male, trans, or asexual reader inserts as i don't feel confident in my ability to do so.

• blacklisted topics: these include a/b/o, abortion/miscarriages, age play/regression, abuse (mental/physical/sexual), bestiality, eating disorders, incest, non-con, pedophilia, self-harm, suicide, yandere, and any fetishes involving bodily fluids/excretions.

[timeforboats]

The Z Stacks' Real Names and Ages (+ other characters)

Like with the last one, these are purely my headcanon!

Zorran: Mason Nichols, 28

Zak: Zak Holmes, 30

Zebedee: Zane Wallace, 26

Zip: Pete Thompson, 19

Zug: Renfield Turner, 29

Grampus: Private Carl 'Grampus' Smith, 20

Bluenose: Captain Jim 'Bluenose' Sullivan, 38

Lillie: Lilian Patel, 24

Sally: Sally Bone, 21

[lovelylangdonx]

Jim Mason Relationship Headcanons. (Jim x Reader)

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of drugs.

Everything fell into place for Jim Mason the day you came into his life. You were a breath of fresh air that had the ocean breeze beat by a long shot, turning his entire world upside down. The thrill of the waves was nothing in comparison to the way he felt when he was with you. Jim was already yours before you even knew it. 

But you were equally as smitten with him as well. Those sea blue eyes had you hooked in no time, and it was everything you've been waiting for. Jim had an innocence to him as well as this magnetizing intensity that you often found yourself drawn to the more time you spent with him. 

Both of you instantly become inseparable.

Jim has a photo of the two of you as his wallpaper on his phone. Medina took it the time all three of you hit the beach one afternoon and you had jumped onto his back. You're looking down at him and he's craning his neck to look back at you with your legs hooked around his waist, wide smiles of complete and utter bliss on both of your faces with the ocean in the background as the sunset splashed against it.

And for your contact photo, you're laying on the towel in the sand with a pair of sunglasses on, shooing his phone away from you with a smile on your face.

You hate it, but he loves it. 

Medina swears he's the happiest he's ever been when you're around.

Part of what draws him to you is your carefree spirit, and the way you're never afraid to speak your mind. It's such an attractive quality of yours that he almost didn't know what to do with it. But he liked it. He lived for it. And he lived for the endearing way your face would fire up whenever he closed in on you, brushing his fingertips against your skin, and the way your body sometimes unleashed this involuntary shudder afterward. It always embarrassed you for whatever reason. But you had no idea what you did to him. To Jim, you were this delicate human being as fragile as a flower that was made of glass. And he would never do anything to break you.

And then of course, surfing. It wasn't exactly something you wanted to explore. The idea of trusting the water to carry you over it and the probability of how many times you'd fall on your ass was just not appealing, but one pleading look from those blue eyes instantly melted your resolve.

The smell of the ocean quickly becomes Jim's own personal scent to you. You always loved the way it clung to his dark hair after he came back from surfing and how the tiny grains of sand managed to get tangled into it as well. It created a sense of familiarity for you, almost as if that specific energy and everything that came with it was designed just for him.  However. There were some of those times when Jim would come looking for you after finishing up with the waves and literally bring it to you. You'd either be somewhere in the house, or on the back porch that overlooked the ocean whenever you decided that you'd rather be there than be out. This happened to be one of those times and you were just able to make out his lengthy figure on his way back to the house. "Hey," You called, taking a few steps forward to meet him halfway. "How was the water?" "Wet." He called back to you as he dragged his surfboard along with him, his soaking wet frame glinting in the sunlight.  You grinned.  "So I see. I was watching you for a bit.” "Should've come with me." Jim grinned as he reached you, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "I missed you out there.” You watched him squint against the sun, standing before you in that black wet suit. Droplets of water rolled off of his body and onto the ground below you. And you couldn't help the small flash of guilt that followed, nodding afterward. "I know. Next time, I promise." "That's what you said last time." Jim half scolded. His blue eyes sparkled between the set of his dampened eyelashes and you couldn't help but smile at the sight, thinking he looked like a wet puppy more than anything else. A pouting, wet puppy. "Yeah but I mean it this time." You reached up and brushed aside a few saturated locks of his chestnut hair. "Now c'mon, let's get you dried off." Jim dropped his gaze down your figure and suddenly smirked. You faltered, eyebrows anchored together in confusion. "What?" His smirk broadened. Your eyes then popped all the way open, realizing what he was thinking. "Jim, no," You warned, starting to take a step backward. "Don't even think abou-Jim!" The brunette ignored your pleas as he dropped his surfboard and then pulled you into his dripping torso, arms snaking around your waist. And you instantly groaned, cringing as the water from his wet suit began seeping through your clothes and onto your skin.  "Dammit, Jim!"  He chuckled deeply into your ear and purposefully squeezed you into him even further. Patches of moisture were tattooed in the shape of his body on the fabric, darkening over it. You despised the sensation of wet clothing in general and it was nearly all over you after that. "I hate when you do this!" You were laughing by now, despite your best efforts not to, your arms having no choice but to fall around his broad shoulders. And he was smiling by the time he pulled back to look at you. "Doesn't seem like it." You squinted slightly. Smug bastard.  Jim breathed a laugh through his nose as if he could hear what you were thinking. But before you could say or try to do anything to punish him for it, he leaned in and captured your lips. Which is what you figured what he assumed was the only way for him to get out of that one. Not that he was wrong. And a smile proceeded to spread over your face as you kissed him back, fingers laced over the nape of his neck.  "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" You mumbled against his lips. He slowly pulled away and smirked in response, idle drops of water rolling down his face and past a few freckles over his cheek.  "You did want me to dry off." "Not on me, smartass." You grinned through your sarcasm, giving his hair a playful tug. Jim angled his head into the direction of where your hand pulled at him, his eyes closing while the corners of his lips gave way into another crooked smile. You briefly wondered if he had any actual idea to how charming he really was. It made the little stunts like these he pulled off easier to take in stride. "Now we both have to dry off."

Sometimes he'll hoist you up over his shoulder and carry you out to the beach. Just because. He'd haul you up with one arm and tuck his surfboard under the other. Despite the times you'd rather walk since you have your own legs, and "a lovely pair they are, too" according to Jim. But you never complained, because of the rather impressive sight of his backside that it left you. 

But don't get him started about the Bay Boys. The mention of it alone is always enough to put the fire into his eyes, and he forbids you to go anywhere near the beach unless he's with you. He's warned you several times about how territorial they are and refuses to let you get mixed up with their crowd. You'll never forget the occasion you once mentioned to Jim about going for a swim in the ocean one summer day. The temperature was breaching the nineties and you were dying to beat the heat somehow. It wasn't going to be for very long, since it was getting late and you never liked to be anywhere when it was dark anyway. It would've taken all of ten minutes, maybe. Twenty at the most. But he was not having it. "Jim-" "No." The brunette was attempting to tidy up his room by wadding up the clothes he had laying on the floor when you approached him, shoving them into his dresser drawers. And the edge was already present in his tone but you didn't have to ask why.  "No way." He continued as he jammed in one of his shirts before turning to look at you. "You know who they are. What they're like. And you want to go down there by yourself?" He closed the drawer. "Forget about it.” You pursed your lips. This kind of behavior would've automatically been a huge red flag and the beginning of a deal breaker. You never let anyone tell you what you could or couldn't do. But this was different. And it was different because it was Jim, and because the only reason for his stubborn attitude at all was for your safety and the genuine concern he had for it. He was otherwise never like this to any extent.  That wasn't to say you couldn't try, though. "It'll only be for a few minutes." You attempted to argue. "I'll be there and back before you even know I'm gone." He shook his head. "I know those guys, y/n. A few minutes is all it takes." You sighed softly in defeat. This wasn't going to go anywhere. But you supposed you should've known better and couldn't really be angry at him for it. Then something lifted in his gaze as he watched you and he let his shoulders drop, running a hand through his hair.  "Alright, look... just give me a minute to change and I'll go with you. Can we do that?" You rolled your eyes and grinned. Should've seen that one coming. Typical. But you nodded, and he paused to smile back at you, sensing your thoughts and then gently eased you into his arms. "I'd apologize," Jim pressed his lips to your forehead, thumb stroking your back. "But if I said I was sorry for everytime I've ever wanted to protect you, then I'd be here forever." You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a squeeze, kissing his chin. You couldn't deny the swell of warmth that followed his words after that. And it was easy for you to realize in that moment that you'd rather have him be as careful as he was with you than not have him care at all. You were all too familiar with the latter, and much preferred the way he looked after you instead. "I wouldn't want you to be anywhere else, Jim."

It wasn't a problem for much longer, though. Jim finally packed up and moved out of his parents house sometime after graduation. And near another beach, no less. But you figured it was bound to leave its mark on him in one way or another. You slowly found yourself moving into his new apartment after a while, though. Jim would find personal belongings of yours that you'd often leave behind as well. Most of it was clothing, hair products, and makeup scattered throughout the place. That was until it was decided that he would clear one of the drawers to his dresser for you, ultimately becoming addicted to the sight of your things mixed in with his own. 

Jim would even go out of his way to buy your favorite shampoo.

He's the complete gentleman. He always opens the door for you, he's constantly slipping his jacket around your shoulders, and never misses a chance to let you know how beautiful you are. And he always took the greatest care of you. Both physically and emotionally. He was your support system, your friend, your protector. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you.

Hugs from behind. Jim is always coming up to you and pulling you back into his arms, relishing the way you fit perfectly into them. The way your body curled into his chest always made him feel like he could protect you from anything. And it didn't matter what you were doing. Cooking, laundry, staring out of the window to watch the ocean. Jim never missed the opportunity to draw you into him. You would always feel the way he nuzzled his cheek into yours, arms tightly wound around you, and the way you'd feel the corners of his lips pull up into a smile. It was his favorite place to be. He may have just moved, but you were truly his home.

And he was yours.

Always asks you to text him or call him as soon as you're home so that he knows you made it there safe. When he isn't the one dropping you off himself, that is.

He always kisses you goodnight, too.

And then there was that time he kissed you in the morning.

Making out in movie theaters. Alot.

Jim will sometimes pull you in for a kiss when you're least expecting it. He loves to catch you off guard, and it never fails whenever that's the mood he falls into. You could be in the middle of a conversation and he'll just cut you off with his mouth. Sometimes he'll reel you in by the tail end of your shirt, or he'll turn you around if your back is to him and take you by surprise with the gesture.

But the first kiss was when you were laughing. Jim would never forget it. He had made some lame joke one day, something he was sure that he was going to brood over how utterly stupid it sounded coming from him and then dwell on it for the next two weeks, when you genuinely laughed at him. The sound of it was nothing short of perfect and something that stopped him in his tracks when he heard it. You were so beautiful to him and he didn't realize how strongly he felt for you until that moment. But you were always beautiful, always gorgeous. Inside and out. And then he just.. went for it. Kissed you, right then and there. One minute you were laughing and the next it was dead silent. Jim just took your face into his hands and crushed his lips to yours without a single word. Then he remembered the feeling of complete shock at his own actions after that, and how he pulled away to discover your own surprise. The taste of you was still on his lips as he began to apologize for suddenly doing what he did. But you only pulled him back in, flattening your body to his own as you reconnected your mouths.  Jim remembered sweeping you up into his arms once the shock of you returning his affections wore off. He couldn't hold you tight enough as he lifted you from the ground, smiling against your lips as you smiled against his. That was the beginning to it all.

But it wasn't always perfect. There was still the issue of his drugs. You're well aware of the habit and the disappointment you felt that came along with it. Especially when you can tell that he's used it recently by the drastic mood swings. Jim always feels awful for the shit he puts you through with it, too. He knows you hate it. Knows that it's something you wish he'd stop doing. And Jim always apologizes for it, nearly on his knees as he holds your hands to his lips, mumbling his remorse through his tears. It hurts you to witness, knowing that there's still so much that he's dealing with. But you always forgive him.  "Leave you?" You ask him breathlessly. Jim was sitting up in bed with you when he blurted out the unexpected fear, taking you by surprise. The two of you were sitting side by side on the edge of it after having an argument when you found any empty bag underneath his bed, knowing full well of what it previously contained. You confronted him with it and it snowballed from a line of defenses into excuses, and then lead to the current state he crumbled into. You were used to some of the things he would say whenever he was caught and felt cornered, but you weren't expecting to hear something like this. "Jimmy, why would I ever do that?" The sound of your voice was quiet and filled with sincere disbelief. But all he did was rub his face, almost aggressively, and you knew it was to hide the sudden rise of moisture that collected in his eyes.  "Because I'm fucked up, alright? " His voice came out somewhat mumbled from behind his hand. "All I ever do is fall back to this bullshit. I can't fucking control myself anymore. I've already lost my mind, and it's only a matter of time before I lose..."  The rest of his sentenced drowned in the emotion that carried it. Without saying anything, you reached up and took his hands away from his face. His teary eyed gaze locked on yours and left you the sight of his reddened features. It was clear that he was angry and embarrassed, but above all - terrified. It was a look on him that you've never seen before. And you realized it must have showed, because he suddenly pulled back from your hand and turned the exposure of his vulnerability away. "Stop." He swept a hand over his face. "You don't need to see this shit." "You stop.”  Your gaze hardened as you reached to pull his hand away again, but he stubbornly kept himself seated away from your view.  "I mean it, Jim." You pawed at him once more, voice firmer.  "Stop." Jim finally relented. He allowed your hand to ease his watery eyes back to you and hold him in place. You brushed your thumb across his cheek after that, drying the path that his tears left behind. He didn't resist your attempts at this either and you could see the persistent anxiety and internal torment plaguing his cerulean hues from what brought all of this on in the first place. "Listen to me. I am never going to leave you. Not for anything or anyone. You mean the entire world to me, and there's nothing that could ever take me away from you. I love you too much for that, James Mason." And it was then you realized what you'd just admitted out loud. Your breath caught in a second of panic, flushing instantly at your unintentional confession. Neither one of you had exchanged those three little words yet. But you didn't take them back. And by the look on his face after you said it, you knew it caught his attention as well. He seemed just as shocked to hear it as you were from saying it. Both of you didn't say anything at first, and there was an agonizing moment of uncertainty for you that you might've just complicated things for him after that. The last thing you wanted was to possibly make things worse for Jim. His eyes shook with something you couldn't read as he remained frozen to the spot, watching you with something that only amplified the fear that was building up inside of you.  But then he erased those worries in a flash by suddenly pulling you flush against his chest and into his arms, clutching onto you with enough strength as if something would actually snatch you away from him in that moment. You circled your arms around him in return and squeezed him tightly. His hand was somewhere on the back of your head now, fingers woven into your hair.   "Babe... you do?" You would hear him mumble. And you would nod instantly. "Yes, Jim." You whispered back into the collar of his jean jacket, a round of tears springing to your own eyes. "Of course I do." Sniffing once, you smiled to yourself. "How could I not?" Jim pulled back from you in the next moment, eyes observing your crying face this time. And he mirrored your actions from earlier by brushing aside the track of tears with his thumb, stroking it gently across your cheek. It was the first time that evening that you saw any real relief and resolve about anything settle in his gaze. The ghost of a smile was just starting to peak his lips when he spoke next, voice low but clear. "I love you too, y/n."

That was the turning point for him. Jim decided enough was enough, and started to put real effort into cleaning up his act after that. You made sure to keep him as busy as you could during his recovery, too. Most of this consisted of cooking together, surfing, or sitting up in bed and talking about anything until the early hours of the next day. Those were the times that he cherished with you the most.

Something else Jim was especially fond of is when you'd curl up into his arms and fall asleep. It reassured him of your trust and that you felt comfortable enough to be at your most vulnerable with him. And he always, always watched over you. He'd just lay there with you in silence and keep you close, tucking you into the warmth of his body while he stroked his long fingers through your hair. 

The difference in his behavior changed and improved beyond the lengths that you could've ever dreamed possible for him. You were unconditionally proud of him, and always assured him of it. But you were the one he ended up praising by saying that he couldn't have done it without you.

You meant everything to Jim. He was incredibly grateful for the love and support you provided for him. It was always the same thought he fell back to at the end of the day, and at the beginning of another. You were his girl, his baby. The one he didn't want to live without. And it didn't take him long to realize just how much.

The day Jim proposed to you was a day you'd never forget. Medina was in on the whole idea, suggesting that the two of you go out for a girls day and then meet back up at the beach to go surfing afterward. And you always adored his sister, thinking of her as your own, so it didn't take much to persuade you. It was as simple as it was any other time both of you went out so there was nothing for you suspect. One kiss goodbye to the brunette was all there was to it, and then you were off.  Little did you know of what you would have waiting for you. *** Jim currently faced his reflection in the bathroom, showered and fully dressed. His hands were placed on the countertop as he observed himself in the mirror. His tall, lean frame towered over the sink and stared back at him with a sense of nervous determination mingling in his sky colored hues. He began to anxiously tap his thumb against the marble surface, chewing on the corner of his bottom lip.  "You can do this, you can do this...." He repeated to himself in a whisper. Jim could almost see his own eyes glaze over in thought as pictures of you began filling his mind. His heart thudded erratically in response, reminding him of how real and present the moment of all of it was. Part of him couldn't believe he was going to do what he was about to do. But he was definitely going to do it. Jim knew in his mind and heart that he wanted a future with you, and that no amount of anxiety could prevent him from pursuing it.  That's when his phone buzzed. It jarred his senses, and he snatched it from where it sat on the sink to discover a text from Medina. She'd been in touch since leaving with you, keeping him updated on your whereabouts to give him a window of time that he had left to work with. And it read that you two just finished up lunch and were getting ready to head on back. He punched in a quick reply to let her know the message was received before setting it back down. He swallowed. Jim was back up straight in the next moment and smoothed both hands over his hair. A few wayward brown curls bounced back into place and he couldn't help but grunt and grin at the stubborn result. But there he stood, clad in his dark blue button down shirt and black slacks. Jim then slapped a dabbing of cologne over his neck and took a step backward, palming the outline of the box that sat in his pocket. "You can do this." *** Jim gathered the red and white candles he specifically picked out as part of his final act. He had carried them down to the beach, spreading them out along the sand. And without worry of anyone wanting to chase him off the beach itself and away from the ocean for once. It actually turned out to be empty of really anyone at all by some unimaginable stroke of luck, granting him extra privacy. It was more peaceful than he anything could've hoped for, and with just enough breeze to carry the scent of the sea without blowing out the flame to the candles once he lit them. Now there was just one last thing left for him to do.  Jim knelt down with one hand outstretched, index finger heading for the tiny grains of sand. *** And not a moment too soon, either. He was just standing up when he could make out the vision of his sister leading you to the beach from a distance. He could see you raise a hand to your forehead soon after, likely in confusion from scoping out the sight of him standing where he was. Jim clasped his hands in front of himself and tried to appear as relaxed as he could.  "Jim?" Medina slowly peeled away from your side the closer you became to him to allow the two of you space. His heart felt like it was trying to squeeze through his ribcage when you were in arms reach of him, and he smiled at you. He could finally see the confusion through your own smile back at him and then how your eyes dropped to the ground. "What is all th-" You suddenly stopped, eyes catching sight of the cluster of candles that littered the sand you stood on. It was the tiny flicker of light they gave off that caught your attention. But what actually cut into your sentence was what had been written in the center of the scattered placement of the candles themselves when you saw it.  Will you marry me?   Those four words stared back up you. The wind was knocked out from your stomach, mind racing and heart pounding at the sandy inscription. Not to mention the adrenaline that was pumping in your ears loud enough to drown out the sound of the waves lapping over one another. "Jim..." You whispered breathlessly, hands raising to your face as the sight of it started to become blurred by your tears.  Jim was in view of it all and held your gaze all the way to the sand as he kneeled to it. And the vision of you in that moment was almost enough to actually take away the breath he needed to ask you the question that's been on his mind for months. He was momentarily distracted by the look in your eyes and the way the soft breeze blew a few strands of your hair across your pretty face, highlighting the beauty that was already there before.  "Shit," he suddenly mumbled, holding a hand to his face and wiping away the small bead of moisture from his own eyes. "Sorry." He laughed under his breath. Then he sniffed and cleared his throat, hanging onto the only nerve he had left as he reached into his pocket to pull out the velvet box. "Y/n..." Jim let out another nervous laugh, and one that achieved the impossible of causing you to fall even more in love with him. "I don't really know how to do this," He continued. "I never thought I would. I never thought I'd meet someone who I could love this much in my life in the way that I do. But.. I did. And you changed everything about it. I don't know how it happened or why, but I don't care. All that matters to me is that you're here with me now, and that you will be for the rest of my life." His hands shook ever so slightly with the box, popping open the lid as gracefully as he could.  "Will you marry me?" You were on him an instant later. Jim only had maybe two seconds to catch you, but he did. And the two of you fell over into the sand while you tearfully answered "Yes" at least a dozen times inbetween showers of kisses to his face. But Jim was with you for every moment of it. He was smiling through it all, embracing you tightly against his chest as he fought to return each delivery of your lips. Both of you were a tangled mess of limbs and tears by then and getting sand everywhere on your clothes. But it was absolutely the last thing that mattered. "I love you, Jim." You mumbled tearfully as you gazed down upon him. His blue eyes took you in as well, his back flat against the sand. But he reflected every trace of your emotions for himself, reaching for your hand and bringing it to his lips. "I love you, y/n," He kissed it once, then slowly sat the two of you up and slid the silver band on your left ring finger.  "And I always will."

Tagging: @sojournmichael​ @myfavouritelunatic​ @sammythankyou​ @mssupremepaulson​ @littledemondani​ @ccodyfern​

[langdvn]

First Time’s With Jim Mason Headcanons!

anonymous asked for some jim x reader and their first time together, so instead of just doing something nsfw I added multiple first times!

The first time Jim asks you out you’re pleasantly surprised. Not because of some cliché reasoning of not being cool enough or the other way around. No. Because you had never gotten any sign of him liking you. He did a very good job at hiding his liking towards you. And when he asks you if you’d like to go to the local diner down town, emphasizing that it was in fact a date and not just to casually hangout, he acts nervous and his hand his rubbing the back of his neck and it’s kind of cute to see him not so put together like he always tries to seem.

The date is perfect. He opens your door, compliments you on just about everything, he doesn’t shy away from ordering a dozen appetizers and the two of you don’t shy away from eating them and bunch of other greasy food. The two of you laugh at the thought of his health nut dad reprimanding him for eating clog artering food. You talk about school, life, surfing, and future plans. You also ease into a pleasant silence and just enjoy each other’s company on the way home.

Your first kiss is that night. You are almost sure he was not going to kiss you at all. The way he nervously stepped forward but then back again, not sure if he was reading you correct. But just as you grab for the door handle, he’s grabbing your hand and holding your chin between his pointer and thumb and pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss that seems too short and leaves the two of you smiling and laughing softly as you say your goodnights.

The first time you try to surf Jim is there to help. He’s explained every do’s and dont’s twice over and you’re still looking at him slightly confused. It makes him laugh, but also makes him apprehensive to let you in the water. He had you practice balance on land first, him coming up behind you to hold your hips, moving them, and making sure you have the stance. He doesn’t resist the chance to be cheeky as he presses a few kisses to the back of your neck and your cheek. And when you finally get in the water for the first time he’s there cheering you on and acting as if you’re the next big thing, but you know deep down you suck and he finds it cute.

The first time you hangout with Jim and his friends you are a little apprehensive and nervous. You’ve heard about the people Jim chose to be friends with, but you decide to not fully judge until you’ve met them. And when you finally have you understand why Jim likes them. They look at him like he’s the new kid on the block who’s the coolest thing they’ve seen in a while. It makes you smile. Because it’s almost the same way you look at him; like this special soul who was graced enough to be in your life. A soul who was under appreciated by some, but cherish and adored by many, including yourself.

The first time you and Jim attend a party together it’s a lot more than you figured it would be. There’s booze, drugs, and loud music. A scene you’re not completely used to. So when Jim sticks by your side the entire time, showing you off to everyone he knows and doesn’t know, making sure to check on you every hour to see if you’re having fun, or want something to drink or to eat or to just leave and hangout somewhere else. Wanting you to feel as comfortable as possible. Wanting you to enjoy yourself even if you are a little out of your element.

The first time you and Jim have sex it’s everything you could of wanted in a first time. You knew Jim was experienced. You knew this was not his first time, but he knew it was yours. And as you lay naked and pressed to him, his eyes running down your body as he leans above you. His hands explore your body, his lips, his tongue, he tells you how beautiful you are, how amazing your body is. When he goes down you for the first time your hands are in his hair tugging on the strands and trying not to moan too loud. He takes his time, he goes slow, he explores you with his tongue, every whimper and hitch of your breath he mesmerizes to do again, to run his tongue over that part of you again. He doesn’t come up until he’s mesmerized every inch of your center. And before he enters you he asks if you’re sure, he doesn’t want to push you, he’s fine with waiting, he wants you to be sure. Wants this moment to be perfect for you. But you assure him you’re ready and when he pushes inside of you it burns and you dig your nails into his back from the sting of your walls accommodating something new, something big. He kisses your lips and whispers softly “it’s okay baby,” he kisses your neck and he doesn’t move until you tell him to. He goes slow and gentle and whispers how good you feel and how amazing you are. He worships you with his words and with his body. And after you two have finished you’re wrapped in his arms and he’s trailing kisses down the back of your neck. He doesn’t leave you until the morning, he wakes up beside you and runs his fingers through your hair, his finger tips down your back, adoring how beautiful you look as you sleep.

The first time you see Jim cry is when he is explaining to you everything that is going on with his parents, with himself. How he feels like he’s not himself anymore, how he wants to be there for his mom and be a good son but he can’t do everything. Can’t be everything. You hold onto his hand, kiss his cheek, wipe his tears, and just let him get everything out. And when he’s done he looks at you scared and worried that you might view him different. That this might change something. But it doesn’t. You tell him how strong he is. You assure him you’re here and everything will be okay. You let him lay his head on your shoulder and you tell him every cheesy joke you can think of to make him laugh.

You are the first one to say ‘I love you’. You and Jim had just had a disagreement over some of the things his friends were giving him to take: pills, other drugs. Of course you knew. He never said anything afraid that you would be disappointed in him. But you knew. It hurt you that he never told you but you understood. You understood why he took them. Why he did it. His home life was falling apart and his perfect image of himself was falling right along with it. And you were his only solace. There to ground him and remind him. There to reassure him of how amazing he is. That he is loved. Adored. Cherished. And when you finally approached him about the pills he instantly breaks down. You had only seen him cry once. And you never wished to see him like that again. But here he was, next to you and crying. Breaking down. Apologizing. The only thing that you think of his how much you love him, and it sleeps from your mouth. “I love you Jim...so much.” You day to him, and his tears stop and he stares at you, he’s not completely sure of what he feels in this moment. He’s not sure of anything now a days. But he knows he loves you too. He loves you so much. More than he thought he could love another person. And he says it back and promises to you that the pills will stop. That he knows with you by his side he can fight it. Fighting anything. Be anything. Be better. Be himself again.

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

I'm sorry sis but i cant get enough of Jim, could we get some headcanons on SubNeedy!Jim? Pretty please💖

I’ve got some sub!Jim Mason headcanons coming out TONIGHT. ���

3.00am GMT, 10.00pm EST look out for Safe? 

[littledemondani]

stan vogel nsfw alphabet

for the lovely anon who requested this, here you go! i hope you like it :D

as always, these are my interpretations of stan and how i choose to write him.

i also didn't proofread any of this lmfaoo

tagging: @fckinsupreme @wroteclassicaly @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern @lovelylangdonx @sojournmichael @instinctsxbaby @dailylangdon @confettucini @xavierplymptons @ferndolan @blackwiddows

(gif: @briannabakerarchive)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i don't picture stan as being rough in the sack, but he engages in aftercare every single time he fucks you. he trails his fingers gently down your body, presses soft kisses to your temple, cheeks, and nose, cuddles you close to him. all he cares about his making sure that you're happy and satisfied.

he'll also get you anything you need, if you don't ask for it. water? he's coming with a tall glass for you. towel? he's already got it for you and helps to clean you up. a bath? he lets the water run then carries you there.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

stan loves your ass. he'll give you soft spanks any time you pass by him, in public - he'll grab a handful of your ass just because he can (not that you mind). during sex, he likes to fuck you doggy and gets off on watching your cheeks bounce with each thrust he gives you. he's also not above eating ass.

as for his own body part, he really likes his arms.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

stan isn't the type of guy to cum inside of you if he doesn't have an established, trusting relationship with you.

when you first got together, he would cum on your face, tits, ass, back, stomach.

he views cumming inside as the most intimate aspect of sex and reserves that for when you've reached that level.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

our boy stan is a fucking switch, and that's that on that.

he cums his hardest when he's taking your strap.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's skilled, alright.

from his fingers, to his tongue, to fucking you - no one else has ever made you feel pleasure the way stan does.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy: as i stated earlier, he loves the view - your ass bouncing against his thrusts, your arousal smeared all over the back of your thighs, his cock, and pelvis, your lips gripping his cock. when he's ready to cum, this is the position he'll end with, it won't take him long once he's got you like this.

missionary: in this position, he gets to see your face and loves to see it contort with pleasure each time he fucks into you. if you haven't noticed, stan is a visual man.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

stan invented the word goofy.

he'll say things that are meant to sound sexy, but actually make you laugh instead.

"oh, i'll take you down under, love," as he wiggles his brows and brushes a hand through his sandy brown hair.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he has some hair down there, but not too much.

once it reaches a certain point, he'll trim it down or completely shave it off. but he kinda prefers there to be a bit of hair.

the carpet does match the drapes, btw.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's very into physical touch.

hand holding is a must for him, and having you as close to his body as possible.

he'll press loving kisses along your jaw and neck until he reaches your lips. his kisses are always full of passion and tenderness.

regardless of if he's blowing your damn back out or making love to you, he has to do one of the things i listed above just to declare his love for you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

will definitely stroke his cock if he's horny enough. long nights at the park without you? especially if you're sending him nudes and videos of you touching yourself? he won't hesitate to stroke his cock until he's cum all over his hand and stomach.

he may even record himself doing it, too.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he's really into exhibitionism.

he won't hesitate to fuck you over the rail of his cabin's balcony or while patrolling the area against a tree.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his cabin (obviously), the jeep he uses to patrol larger areas of the park, and his apartment.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he loses his mind whenever you wear cute sundresses. the first sight of you in one and his hands are roaming all along your back and arms, whispering how beautiful you look....and how you'd look even more beautiful while he fucks you in it.

he also loves whenever you wear his uniform tops and nothing else. the first time you spent the night at his cabin, you put it on right after you fucked and it took him less than a millisecond for him to get hard again.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

water sports and age play are big no-no's for him.

as for getting physical (i.e., slapping your face,

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he doesn't have any preference on giving or receiving.

he loves the feel of your wet, warm mouth around his cock and balls. no one has ever made him cum just from oral before and the first time you did his mind was blown.

as for giving, on a male or a female, he knows just what to do to please his partners. on you, specifically, he lets you have control. in fact, he prefers for you to pull on his hair and tell him exactly what it is you want him to do to you. "suck my clit," he does it. "fuck me with your tongue," got it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

on a normal session: he's more of an average pace. he starts off a little slow, just so you can adjust to his size, and then he sets a decent pace. he'll go faster if you ask him to or he'll slow down if you want.

the times where you have quickies: he's fast paced, but not rough. his only mission is for y'all to cum as fast as you can. for these, he pulls out all the stops and will do everything he knows will get you to cum.

the times where you make love: he's slow and sensual. his only focus is on you and how good you feel. when you both are about to cum, he might thrust a little harder and deeper into you until you both release.

when y'all have makeup sex: it's rough, letting all of your pent-up frustrations out on each other. he'll pull your hair hard, might degrade you a little, spank your ass hard enough to leave his handprint, choke you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies are a normal part of stan's sexual life - especially if you're visiting him at the park. he has to be on his A game, if not, things can go south real fast. but if you parade yourself in a cute little sundress, complimenting him on how sexy he looks in his uniform, he's fucking you until you're a quivering mess.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's totally down to experiment and do things he's never tried before.

you want to blindfold and gag him? go for it - he's ready for it.

tell him you want him to roleplay being a lost hiker in the woods and he finds you? he's definitely down for it.

he'll only try new things because he trusts you, otherwise, it won't happen.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can last a few rounds, maybe like 2 or 3 if he's really feeling it.

but he can go more if he's given the chance - like if he isn't at work.

as for how long he lasts, he's pretty good at staving off his orgasm to give you the best experience. the longest he's ever gone is an hour. normally, he'll last like 30-45 minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

stan has all kinds of toys. from anal plugs, anal beads, dildos, vibrators, ball gags, and cock rings.

he likes to wear a cock ring while you fuck him with your strap.

for you, he loves to put his favorite plug (a pastel pink jewel that's not too big, but not too small) inside of you when he fucks you doggy. he always tells you that you're so fucking pretty for him when you wear it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's not much of a teaser. the most teasing he'll do is to get you wet enough for him, but other than that he refuses to hold back from giving you what you want. unless, you ask him to. then he'll be happy to oblige.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

stan is extremely vocal!

he's more of a moaner and groaner. his favorite thing to do is moan directly into your ear or do like a soft, low growl while telling you how fucking perfect your pussy is. he knows it gets you wet as fuckkkk.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

stan only took the job as a park ranger because it's the only job he knows. i feel like he had experience as one back home in australia and when he came to the US, he figured why not get into something he already knows how to do. but he didn't think he was going to stay at that job for a while because he missed home and kinda regretted moving, but then he saw that little boy get taken by the ferals and his curiosity won.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

his dick is niceeee.

a eight incher when fully erect, thick girth, but not to where it's painful. perfect mushroom head. i picture his dick to have a little beauty mark right on the top part of the shaft. his balls are big, too.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i'd say he has a slightly above average libido - but only when it comes to you.

before he met you, sex was something he did, but he wasn't super crazy about it and needed to have it with anyone and everyone.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

when he partakes in quickies (which usually happen during the day) he's not one to fall asleep.

when he's able to take his time with you, he falls asleep fairly easily. it might take him like fifteen or twenty minutes before he's out.

when he's let you dom him, tho? he's out like a light. like his head will hit the pillow and he's already in lala land.

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

quarantine with the ferns!! - hc

warnings: none

notes: i really miss these boys 🥺😔

i just wanna preface this with: please please stay in quarantine! there’s people in my state that are protesting in large crowds, without wearing masks and gloves and definitely aren’t social distancing, and stuff like that doesn’t help to flatten the curve. just please stay inside, and if you have to go out, please wear the proper protection and stay at a safe distance from anyone else, okay? by doing that, you’re helping more people than you know.

stay safe you guys, i love you. ♥️

*******

jim mason

sweetie baby oh my goodness

poor jimmy’s just like a lil puppy

he jus wants to go outside and go surfing

you don’t even underSTAND

this boy loooooooooonnnnngggssss to go down to the beach

but the beach is...😔😪🥺 closed.

but that doesn’t stop him from dragging you down there with him even just to hang out for a lil bit

you bring a floaty raft thing and just go down in shorts and a tank top, since you don’t even anticipate getting wet

but jimmy treks down there in some trunks ready to go for a lil swim

and while you’re minding your own business, sunning on the raft, he swims underneath you and FLIPS YOU OVER

you def come up spitting out salt water and trying to clear your nose and ears so you can CHASE HIS ASS BACK UP THE HILL.

this is the inciting incident for one of the most dangerous things that could possibly happen during quarantine,, a prank war.

he goes back down to the shore while you’re asleep and fills up a whole BUCKET. with sand and water and ever so carefully positions it on top of your bedroom door

of course he’s mindful not to get you after you’ve just showered because that would be mean, and jim is a lot of things, but he’s not a MEANIE.

“you’re cleaning this up, mason.”

“already on it, l/n.”

so to get him back for that, you pour the milk and orange juice out of their respective containers and switch them on him

so he ends up taking a big bite of froot loops with orange juice, and washing that grossness down with a big gulp of milk

which you got on video of course

“come on, y/n, you can go deeper than that.”

spoiler: you can’t.

you can’t find it in yourself to do anything that might possibly hurt your baby or make him upset with you

except when you suddenly find enough courage to switch his shampoo for hair dye

which ends up working in his favor bc he totally LOVES IT.

“come on, i can work green. don’t you think?”

this ends up starting an impromptu fashion show

but who’s complaining? 🥰🥰

michael langdon

let’s be honest here: this boy?

he was PREPARED.

but not as much as he thought he was

like spending weeks trapped indoors with his baby? what could go wrong?

a LOT OF THINGS

he underestimated how quickly he would get bored

he is literally willing to do ANYTHING as long as it’s a modicum of entertainment.

he sees you playing minecraft one time and he is so instantly invested

“hey y/n, what’s that?”

“it’s minecraft, you have to build a house to survive and you can play all kinds of games with other people.”

“can... can i try? 🥺”

in literal,,,, seconds he’s built a massive mansion

of course he cheats to get so much wood, but he doesn’t use commands or codes or anything

he just stares at the screen and then SUDDENLY his inventory is full of wood

✨💕antichrist tingz💕✨

but he gets bored of that pretty quickly

bc lets be real,, he has the attention span of a 5 YEAR OLD.

so he turns to the next best thing

which, logically, is of course:

sex. literally marathon sex on every surface imaginable.

he even does this thing where he takes you on the coffee table in front of the other outpost residents, but he makes it so they can’t see either of you

also the breeding link jumps OUT ON THIS ONE, but we’re not gonna talk about that.

basically, you have to come up with manymanymanymany activities so this man baby doesn’t get bored

duncan shepherd

oh boy

quarantine with mr shepherd doesn’t start off so well

he’s SO absorbed in his work, he doesn’t spend a lot of time with you.

but that changes quickly once he sees the toll this is taking on you

you try and pretend he isn’t instantly forgiven because his puppy dog eyes are just soooooo cute 🥺🥺

hear me out: this man goes on a whole shopping spree for you, without your knowledge

literally everything: makeup, lingerie, new clothes

and he has you model them for him, hooting and clapping like an audience member and making you blush every time you struck a pose

mr shepherd turns into the perfect housewife™️ and is always cooking huge, delicious meals and keeping the house clean for you

he’s a little ashamed to admit he took advantage of you always doing these tasks when he didn’t know how long it took to do them all the time

he’s come to appreciate you even more than he used to

he may be into more proper, sit down meals, but i’m not saying he wouldn’t be down to snack a lot too

there are definitely lazy days in bed where you two just loaf about, leaving the bed as little as possible

there are also entire days where you do something else in bed if you know what i mean

i’ll see myself out

xavier plympton

uh oh

this boy is NOT accustomed to staying in one place for long periods of time

so he doesn’t!

you guys end up taking the vanta-c out for long drives

usually parking somewhere near a pier or something for a nice view

yes, i did get a little cheesy there, thanks for noticing

like i said, he’s not really used to being stuck inside for so long, so you have to come up with inventive things to pass the time

he definitely has a bunch of aerobics lesson tapes sitting around

he begs you to do it with him, and who could say no to that face?

you do it for a while but it gets exhausting pretty quickly since you don’t do it as often as he does

oh, your muscles are sore?

xavier gives AMAZING massages, change my mind.

like absolutely magical.

he loved to take your shirt off, sit on the back of your legs, and rub your back while slowly letting his hands float to your front 👀

and did i mention his sex drive?

this man is literally insatiable!

this idiot will go out for groceries and probably come back with like,, a copy of kama sutra or something

he wants to try every! position! in the book!

even the really awkward ones that you can’t quite figure out

“xav, it says i have to put my leg over here.”

“and what?”

“i don’t bend that way, that’s what!”

sometimes he just gives up and you ride him or something lol

but overall, he’s very fun to be quarantined with, even though he complains a lot about having nothing to do

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tags: @emmyrosee @babyboy-cody @moonanonwriting @sojournmichael @leatherduncan @langdondelrey @mxnstersarehuman

[chloelucia13]

can u write headcanons about being a ghost at the camp with xavier ??

Being a Ghost at Camp Redwood with Xavier: Headcanons

Warnings: angst, fluff, language, violence

Before going to Camp Redwood, you and Xavier weren’t very close. Sure, you attended his aerobics classes, but only because Montana dragged you along.

You stuck out like a sore thumb among the group, a quiet and timid girl who stuck to herself and her books. (Montana always whined about your reserved nature, claiming that “it was a total boner killer.”)

Maybe that’s why Xavier constantly stuck to your side during that terrible night, wanting to protect you from any danger that could’ve come to you. (Or maybe because he really liked you, but you were too scared to accept that.)

And that’s what led to the two of you cowering under one of the long mess hall tables, Mister Jingles mere feet from you both. Bertie was trying to appease him (and doing quite well at it) when the flashlight slipped from Xavier’s hand.

The two of you were completely paralyzed with fear, eyes wide as dinner plates as your mind raced with thoughts of what was going to happen to the two of you. 

The moment Jingles shifted, the two of you split off in different directions. You scrambled on your hands and feet as fast as you could, trying to gain as much distance from the killer as possible.

You turned back for a split second, only to see Xavier get yanked up by his jacket collar and be knocked out. 

You let out a scream of horror before you could stop yourself, watching his body crumple to the ground. 

Jingles whipped his head around, eyes locking with your tear-filled ones. You tried to push yourself to your feet, but you were too slow. 

He grabbed you by the hair, pulling your body off the floor. Your feet dangled off the ground, trying to kick and scratch at him, but to no avail. He plunged his knife deep into your stomach before dropping your body to the floor.

You could only watch in horror as he stabbed Bertie multiple times and tossed Xavier’s limp body into the oven, before your vision slowly slipped away.

You woke up after God knows how long, shooting up from the floor with a heavy gasp. You scrambled to your feet and placed your hands on your stomach, eyebrows furrowing with confusion when you felt no wound. 

You were drawn from your thoughts when you heard harsh sobs sounding from behind you. You turned on your heel to see Xavier clutching a body, your body, in his arms.

“Xavier?” you whispered, slowly stepping towards him.“Y/N?” he choked out, looking up at you with tear-soaked eyes. “H-How?”

You shook your head, crouching down beside him. “I-I don’t know.” The sight of your dead body in his arms made your stomach churn. Then you noticed his hands, his face, all of his skin, covers in blisters and burns. “Oh my god...” You extended your fingers out towards him, gently skimming along his skin.

“I look like a monster."

You shook your head, moving to cup his face in your hands. “No you don’t. Besides, that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that you get the hell out of here.”

But he didn’t listen, which you found out about when he stumbled back into the mess hall the next morning, all of his burns gone.

The first year of adapting to being dead was tough, an empty void filling everyone’s chests as they all longed to be alive (Though you often joked that you felt the same as you felt when you were alive).

Then the killing kicked back up, but instead of Mister Jingles, it was your best friend and her new boyfriend, Xavier.

You and Ray tried your hardest to save whoever came to the camp, but you never succeeded. 

Time and time again, you watched in horror as the blonde couple hacked and slashed every living thing they came across, no remorse felt whatsoever.

And, after years and years of watching visitors come but never go, you finally confronted Xavier.

“Why are you doing this?” you screamed at him, trying to apply pressure to a woman’s neck, where blood was violently spurting from.

“There’s no consequences, Y/N! And besides, they came trespassing onto our property,” he defended himself, a sick smirk on his face.

Once you felt the woman’s pulse finally still, you rose to your feet and advanced towards him. “How are you any different from Jingles, or Margaret, or Ramirez? Huh? Oh, that’s right, you’re not.” Tears welled in your eyes, so close to him you could feel his breath fanning across your face. “You’ve killed so many innocent people for no reason other than because you can.”

He clenched his jaw, gripping onto your arm. “It’s the only thing that makes me feel alive.”

“Taking a life from someone else makes you feel like you’re living?” You yanked your arm away from his grasp. “You’re disgusting.” With a huff, you turned on your heel and stomped away, tears streaming down your face.

For the next few weeks, you avoided him at all costs, usually spending time with Chet and Ray to try and distract yourself. You were so used to feeling empty, so this new feeling of anger and sadness and guilt in the pit of your stomach was quite a lot to handle.

You were sitting at the dock, feet dangling off the edge of the platform. It had only been days since Jingles and Ramirez and Margaret came and that entire concert had became a shit show. Jingles had disappeared, and now Ramirez was held prisoner in the abandoned shack for, what you knew, the rest of his life. 

Footsteps sounded behind you, followed by a presence sitting to the right of you.

“You reek of blood,” you grumbled, scooting away slightly.He let out a chuckle, shaking his head slightly. 

“Guess we have a lot of that to look forward to,” Xavier teased, shucking off his jacket.

You just let out a quiet huff in response. “What’d you use this time?”

“Chainsaw.”

“That’ll do it.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. “So, you’re talking to me now? What changed?”

“Nothing changed. I’m just being polite and courteous. Just because I’m talking to you doesn’t mean I want to.”

“But what if I want to talk to you?”“Bring all those tourists back to life, then maybe I’ll think about it.”

He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, kicking off his sneakers. “I thought about what you told me.”

“Oh yeah? How long did it take for you to understand the words that came out of my mouth?”

He shook his head, leaning back on his hands. “You’re an asshole sometimes, you know that?”

“Well, I have a right to be.”He pursed his lips, taking off his socks and glancing over at you before hopping into the lake. With a devious smirk, he swam over to you and grabbed your ankle, tugging you into the water with him.

You let out a scream before being submerged in water, immediately swimming back up to the surface and shoving him. “You’re an asshole sometimes, you know that?” you spat his words back at him. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“Because I needed to get this blood off me, and I also need to talk to you.” He grabbed both of your hands, holding them in his and keeping you close to him. “Can I please talk to you?”

You huffed, but nodded. “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

“I thought about what you told me, and you’re right.”

“Wow, Mr. Xavier Plympton admitting that he was wrong? I thought I’d never see the day.”

“Can you please just listen to me?” You nodded, pursing your lips. “You’re right, okay? Killing all those people, it wasn’t right. I thought it made me alive, but it just... It made me feel more empty with each person I killed. It was like a drug, at the time it felt amazing, but then I kept needing more and more. I was addicted to it, and I hate it.”

As he was talking, you slowly began to make eye contact with him.

“A-And having Ramirez now, it takes that need that I have and gets rid of it, but it doesn’t make me feel guilty or empty. I can get my fix, and I’m doing something good in the process.” He squeezed your hands, flashing you a kind smile. “I-I want to promise you something.”

You tilted your head slightly, curious. “Promise me what?”

“I want to promise you that I will never kill another innocent person. Ever. The only person I’ll ever hurt is Ramirez.”

You nodded. “That’s really good. I’m proud of you.” You smiled softly at him, but let out a sigh afterward. “But... Why are you promising this for me? What do I have to do with all of this?”

“Because seeing how hurt you were when you confronted me about that, it broke my heart. A-And I couldn’t stand not being with you, not seeing you happy. Seeing you upset because of me. I hated it. I don’t want that to ever happen again. I-I really care about you, Y/N. I like you, a lot.”

“You like me?”

“Of course I do. How could I not? You’re so kind and beautiful a-and... And you helped me.” He let out a deep breath, taking your hands and pressing his lips to your palms. “Can you forgive me for what I’ve done?”

You smiled softly, slipping your hands from his so you could cup his cheeks. “If you keep your promise, then I absolutely can.”

His face broke out into a bright smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. 

“I’m still pissed at you for pulling me into the lake, though.”

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The Devil’s Wish - Part 6.

Summary: Reader now resides at Robichaux's Academy, where she reflects on the memory of when she first met Michael.

A/N: Okay, this is officially the final part of 'The Devil's Wish'. Thanks to everyone who read, liked, commented and reblogged! Your support and appreciation for this series meant a lot to me! 

Word count: 1,052.

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He was nothing more than the shy, blonde boy that kept to himself, who lived in the house opposite you. At least, that was what you thought when you first saw him on the day you moved into the house but that impression you got changed a week or two later after you had your first interaction with him.

A loud knock from the front door echoed throughout the family home as the noise of your mom's stiletto heels tapped on the mahogany floor which was soon followed by muffled talking. 

"Y/N! It's for you!" Your mom announced as she stood at the bottom of the stairs as you groaned whilst you wondered who the hell it could be. 

Maybe it was your crazy Grandma, the one who believed in Satanism - everyone on your Dad's side of the family was nutters in their own peculiar way. 

You made your way from the edge of your double bed - that was stacked to the brim with cushions of all size, shapes and colours - and onto the landing that followed the steep stairs below before you made your way down to the open front door. 

"Hey." You spoke softly as you looked at the boy who stood in the doorway whilst his soft eyes met with yours. You smiled softly as you placed your hands behind your back. 

Your eyes darted to and fro the many different features on his body and face; from his dishevelled blonde, curly hair, to his soft blue eyes and finally to his smooth lips that enunciated every word with ease.

"My Grandma made a Battenburg for you and your family...I don't know if you'd like it, her cooking is...questionable to say the least." The boy responded with a small chuckle as he held the transparent cake box in both of his large hands, which provided you with a good view of the sturdy cake inside.

"Well, that's sweet of her. Tell her I and my parents said thank you." You declared as the sweet boy passed the cake box over to you, your hands feeling dragged down by the sheer weight of the solid but beautifully-decorated cake alone. 

"What was your name? I never got it." You questioned softly as you struggled to keep the cake box balanced as you readjusted your grip on the slippery box.

"It's Michael." He replied softly as he messed around with the keys in his hand whilst he flashed a quick, small grin at you.

"Yours?" He asked inquisitively as he settled his hands behind his clothed back that was now free from the weight of the box.

"Y/N." You responded to his question as you flashed him a small smile whilst you just managed to keep the cake box stable in your soft hands.

"Well, I should go. Enjoy the Battenburg." He stated softly as you nodded along before Michael turned around and walked away in the opposite direction of the open door, walking back down the concrete driveway of your large house. Once Michael had crossed the road, you closed the wooden door with a loud thud.

You quickly snapped back to reality as Myrtle snapped her ungloved fingers in front of your face urgently as she tried desperately to get your attention. 

"Darlin', you can't keep zoning out like that." Myrtle explained as you ran your soft fingers through your silky hair, almost tugging at it.

"I've done something terrible, Myrtle. I shouldn't have killed Michael." You responded as you shot Cordelia and Myrtle a sad look, sadness and regret made their way upon your contorted face. 

"I understand that my relationship with Michael was all just part of a plan to bring him down, but I can't help but hate myself for betraying him like that..." You continued as you grasped your small legs to your weak chest before you laid your chin on the solid top of your gentle knees.

"Don't see it as betrayal, see it more as you were saving him from the person he'd became," Myrtle answered softly as you glanced over at her, her blood-orange hair flowing past the peaks of her clothed shoulders whilst she sat in the empty, white seat beside you. 

"All good things must come to an end, dearie." She continued as she grasped your small hand in yours, as you diverted your eyes to meet her tender ones. You nodded slowly as you released your legs from your tight grip and moved them away from your strong chest. 

"You're right, Myrtle." You responded as you glanced over at her whilst the sadness and regret that came from your previous actions vanished from your soft face. 

"What's important, y/n is that you did the right thing. If you hadn't done what was asked of you, who knows what kind of devastation that could have caused?" Cordelia added as she stopped pacing the seating room and sat herself down in the plush seat beside Myrtle. You glanced at both Myrtle and Cordelia one by one as you took into consideration what the bright pair had just said.

Myrtle and Cordelia were right; all good things must come to an end. You were never in love with Michael because Michael was a threat, and your so-called 'falling in love' with him was just a small part in the grand scheme of things. That was all Michael was ever going to be; not a lover, not a friend but an enemy and a threat...So why should you grieve over someone who was nothing more than an enemy and a threat to you and to the people that you do hold dearest? What mattered was that you knew deep down that you did the right thing and did what you had to do to protect the people you truly love in this harsh world. Even if it meant shedding the blood of one person, to save the lives of the people you truly loved and appreciated. 

 PS - Just letting people know that I am taking requests for multiple AHS characters as well as a whole bunch of Cody’s characters! Just request some!

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I've been thinking about doing some head canons, so if anyone has any requests for any Cody Fern or Bill Skarsgard characters please send me a request, I'd love to do this but idk where to start.

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sum of the random fem!jim hcs i came up w/!! - moves out to live in a van and keeps it parked by the beach - doesn’t stay in pv bc ya know,, t r a u m a - only thrifts - diy piercings and stick n pokes - definitely a soft indie girl 10000% - i picture her having blonde highlights and she dyes em random colours - only owns makeup from glossier -she has polar opposite goth gf for sure - she ofc lives with her in the van - they cocoon themselves in blankets while watching netflix :,) (1/3)

more fem!jim hcs ; - both her and her gf facetime medina everyday just to yell and send each other memes - they watch the stars at night while snuggling on top of the van - probably a vegetarian - has 1 nipple piercing - only bc she tried to do it herself and was like nope that shit hurted - she doesn’t wear bras either, for the aesthetic - wears either oversized shirts, lil tank tops or halter tops, sum cute shorts too ofc - or whatever clothes she steals from her gf (2/3)

the last of the fem!jim hcs ; - smells like coconut and peach - takes polaroids of EVERYTHING ;) - oh! and a surfer girl - her girl isn’t rlly into surfing thou :/ - but she’ll definitely lay out on the beach while fem!jim is surfing and be her cheerleader - “hell yea babe! you totally kicked that waves ass!!!” - has the denim jacket regular jim has - her gf made her pins for the jacket - one of the pins probably says something goofy like “hottest piece of ass in the world” (3/3)

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omg i love her!! i love these!! so cute!!! i love girlfriend fem!jim!