#so no i don't think actual tyler actually read it SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION.

[vialism]

wait wait wait what about tyler and the epic of gilgamesh???

hahaha i'm so sorry this is a very niche reference, and now that i am explaining it i feel very cringe. the epic of gilgamesh is one of the books featured in the cancer music video. when i wrote my fic wild geese forever ago, i had tyler reading a bunch of books, and all of them were books from that video. someone on twitter recently made some really cute art based on the boys from that fic, and it had tyler with a copy of the epic of gilgamesh, so it was fresh in my mind.

i like the idea that tyler was reading it for the homoerotic subtext... it would definitely fit with his character in the fic hehe

[allmyocsarebritish]

Love letters - outreaching part 2

Pairing: Xavier X Reader

Warnings (?): mutual pining

A whole month later I'm finally happy with how this came out :')

💌

A whole month had passed since outreach day. A whole month since Ajax set you up. A whole month since meeting Xavier Thorpe.

The entire 31 days consisted of mutual pining and ranting to the gorgon about your "unrequited" affections. This was another one of those days.

"I just don't understand why he hasn't spoken to me" you whined at your friend, hanging upside down on his bed. It was technically against the rules to be in his dorm, delinquency only heightened by the fact it was currently nine minutes after curfew, but where was the harm if you weren't caught?

"Have you actually spoken to him?" Ajax offered, trying to be supportive though his patience had begun to wear thin. Xavier had sworn him to secrecy, threatening to set all of his drawings of the Hyde upon the gorgon if he told you about his feelings (albeit the artist wasn't actually aware it was reciprocated, but Ajax, being clueless, was not one to risk it.)

"Well, no..." You responded quietly "but that's not the point!"

"I mean.. it kinda is, Y/N" Ajax offered a small, sympathetic smile. From his own experience he was well aware of how hard it was to speak to someone you regarded so highly. "Listen, if it's bothering you that badly just treat him as you would any friend. I'm sure he's wondering why you're avoiding him, you know." (He absolutely was.)

"I'm not trying to avoid him, Jax! I just have no idea what to say without seeming like an absolute bloody idiot." You groaned, dragging your palms down your face.

"If you can't speak to him," He pondered thoughtfully. "What if you wrote what you were thinking?"

"What in the Romeo and Juliet kind of bollocks-" you started, cut off by the Gorgon's finger pressing to your lips.

"He's an artist, Y/N. He's into the romantic poetry shit."

The harder you considered Ajax's proposition, the more it began to make sense. The cogs whirred into action within your brain. This plan would take a shit ton of newfound confidence, though it would be substantially easier than talking face to face. And if it ended terribly, at least you shot your shot, and wouldn't need to live in regret of what could have been.

"Alright. I'll do it - but I'll need your help so you'd better have thought this through."

-

Xavier trudged across the quad, hands in the warm pockets of his prussian blue hoodie and white wired earbuds softly playing gentle melodies. His mind was deep in thought.

Deep in thoughts of you.

You infiltrated your way into his mind, sense of humour and charismatic charm overtaking his subconscious. At first he felt lighter than air, initially confident you felt the same way, but every minute you ignored him chains of doubt weighed down on his soul. Recalling the fast friendship you made at the Weathervane still managed to bring a slight flush of warmth to his cheeks, and jokes made at the expense of Tyler pulled a smile to the corners of his lips. He shook his head to clear those unwanted thoughts, trying to avoid all memory of you, and therefore his irritating crush.

This was futile however, and even more so when you came jogging over, breathless from the exertion. Xavier blinked twice: this was something he had fantasised for so long, and he was unaware if his delirious mind was further feeding these "delusions".

"Hey, Xav. I'm really, really sorry I haven't spoken to you since outreach day, but I hope this explains it all." You cringed at the fast pace of your words, barely audible due to the rapid speed of your voice.

Xavier nodded slowly in confusion as you thrust a white envelope into his hand. It was incredibly smooth and sealed with a red heart sticker, clearly given to you by Enid. On the front of the letter in black biro was his name, but before he had a chance to peel back the seal, you interrupted him.

"Hold on, don't read it in front of me haha. I couldn't cope." Your cheeks flushed, a pink tinge dusting across them as he offered you a confused frowning smile, placing the letter into his backpack.

"Okay, well, thank you, Y/N. I can't believe you're leaving me in suspense like this."

A smile drew across his face at your giggle in response.

-

The dorm was empty when Xavier returned at the end of the day. He had been unable to concentrate in his last lesson, too intrigued and confused about the letter. Closing the door behind him, he dropped his backpack, quickly retrieving your note and finally thumbing it open.

The paper was slightly crinkled and contained a lot of faded pencil, surface clearly broken by the amount of drafts you made. The clear amounts of effort you put into a note to him sent a spark of warmth flooding through his body, and butterflies began to form.

The letter was short, only written on A5 paper and still not filling the whole page, though it was evident that each word was carefully thought out.

Xavier

I wrote a letter for fear I could never tell this to your face. The truth is that, for the first time, I really enjoyed outreach day. Not because of the Weathervane (obviously) but because of you. It was as if as soon as we started talking everything clicked into place. I really like you, and I was hoping you'd join me next time in Jericho. Who knows, maybe we could hit the Weathervane and piss off Tyler again.

Lots of love (wow that's bold)

Y/N.

-

Ajax's phone buzzed in his pocket. Drawing down the notification, he was met with full block capitals from a certain artist.

"I THINK I GOT A DATE!"

[schoolbusgraveyard]

¿Cómo crees que actuarían los padres si conocieran a Jasmine (si fuera redimida) y supieran que gracias a ella sus hijos estaban encerrados en ese mundo fantasma?

(Siempre imagino escenarios graciosos xd, ninguno es trágico, pero siempre es Los padres de Ash en mi imaginación quienes tendrán esa mirada de "corre y no mires atrás" cuando vean a Jasmine y ella temiendo por su vida terminan con una sonrisa incómoda y viendo la posibilidad de huir para no ser asesinada por dos ex. soldados, aunque no le harían daño)

Honestly, I think about them seeing Jasmine and one of the kids being like "Uhm. That's the Sorrel Weed House lady? Hey?" fairly often so I actually have a few ideas for how that might go!!

Mike & Emma (Ashlyn's parents): I think they would look at her pretty threateningly, too. If it were the case that she defected from the Paper Cranes and actively tried to help the kids, then I think that they would still be really tense about it. I don't think they would trust her at all. I think she would try to explain her position, what she was trying to do, and try to say that she never intended for all of the kids to interact with the rift. And then awkwardly laugh and be like "well, your kid's kind of a weird one with it anyway, pretty strong connection there. Sorry?" They might run her off, they might not. I think it would depend on how much help she could offer and was willing to offer.

Daniel and Jessica (Aiden's parents): Tired. I think they would be exhausted already. Ask her why. Maybe Daniel might yell at her for it, threaten to sue (I get the strange feeling that this would not be a viable court case, though). I don't really have the best read on them, honestly.

Naomi and William (Ben's parents): I think they would be so, so confused and hurt. Why? Why Ben? He's such a good kid, he's made mistakes but he's trying to do better. She would have to explain that, well, he wasn't supposed to get pulled into the situation with Ashlyn. I can't really imagine the conversation of, "Sorry, your son was essentially collateral damage" would go over well. I imagine they would both be in tears.

Mariana (Tyler and Taylor's parents): I think she would also be in tears, but a mix of anger and heartbreak. Not only did her son have a stroke in the normal dimension from being killed in the phantom dimension, but he's still stuck there, and so is her daughter. I think she would be rightfully angry with Jasmine.

Mary and James (Logan's grandparents): Well. I can't imagine Mary would leave this conversation without throwing something at her or hitting her at least once, not with how she talks and acts (we constantly see her wishing Logan would act more like Aiden, be more rebellious and push back). If she didn't, then I would assume James managed to calm her down enough to talk about it rationally with Jasmine. I do think he would be hurt to meet her, too, though--they both love their grandson so much and want him to be safe and alright, but James does seem to be a little bit more soft in terms of personality to me than Mary. Mary seems very confrontational.

[ghostiewriter]

I just stumbled up on your blog after reading some of the latest Wednesday asks you answered. I have to say, about Tyler! I really wish the show keeps him as a bit of a psychopath. Like idk if it's because I read some things from fans but I just saw people saying they wanted tyler to get redeemed and become good etc but idk I just liked it when he was a little sunshine boy on the outside but then murder on the inside.

The reveal that he was manipulated into being bad was a bit :/ to me personally

Before the entire reveal I was actually hoping he would be a murder because 1 can't control it bc of powers or 2 bc he was bored and just felt like it... I'm sorry😭

Also I speedran the show and I'm actually wondering, why did Wednesday turn in the murder to the police? Like why does she think justice is going to do anything appropriate to the situation

Also if you do ever write anything for Wednesday x Tyler I will totally read it. A cool idea would be to have Tyler move tows and maybe join Wednesdays school? Idk I think this concept may be fun (I'm writing something like this but it will be for Enid x Wednesday, I personally don't like to write about couples that are/were canon... Yes I'm a bit weird lol)

Sorry for the long ask btw and sorry if it's confusing because I kept switching the topic!!

No but I agree!!! I want to keep him as a wee psycho! Like maybe he can have his redemption arc in the sense that he is trusted once again, but I love the idea of him still being this psycho sunshine boy throughout all of it

Also in terms of Wednesday going to the police, I don’t think she necessarily saw it as a way to bring justice to the situation, but more so using the police as pawns in what she wanted and they were just the easiest way to come about it, you know?

That being said I feel like I need to watch 627373 more edits and start planning out fics because I am obsessed with them and their dynamic and their potential next season I NEED IT ALL

[survivor-north-sea]

episode nine: "I’m just a turkey, gobble gobble" - Jayjay

Trinica

not me crying over a vote LOL I swore i wouldn't get emotional over a game. But like I feel awful about leaving Jinx out of this vote. Toni came to me worried about Jinx and like, I've been worried too (mostly that she'll get too close to Raffy) but mostly frustrated that Jinx always argues every vote we decide on in pink venom. But Toni was like ADAMANT that we can't trust Jinx, and still is, which is confusing because they voted the way we thought they would!!!

Idk idk idk this just sucks. I wanted pink venom to go all the way, I wish it could have. I wish we had stuck together because this just feels awful and I don't know where to go from here. I thought I was cut out to be a villain but I'm not!!

Jayjay

Well that tribal was absolutely insane. Now all I have that I know I can really rely on is Champ. We’re hoping to band together with others like Esteban, Tyler, Bethany, and Arvin to have the numbers and I’m sure they would feel the same considering they were basically all screwed over by Raffy and other members on Hidra. I thought for sure it was me tonight, but thankful it wasn’t. I’m still in shock at how Jinx came out throwing my name out there to everyone as well as Raffy when I wasn’t much of a threat in this game. However, this tribal council has showed me and hopefully others who everyone really is and how they want to play. I will not play a silent game anymore. They want to vote me out, I’m gonna make sure it’s for a valid reason and show them I am a force to be reckoned with. All I know is that they chose the wrong side and they’re gonna regret it.

Tyler Frazier

So like 2 hours ago I was miserable and hated my spot within the game…right now? I don’t feel to bad about it. My main alliance ended up sort of in the middle of the game so we can choose between Jayjay Champ and Arvin and the non men group with Raffy kinda just there. This could be an awful read and we will see when we go to next tribal but I’m just trying to be optimistic

AJ

Well fuck me I guess. Lmao I can't believe a quarter of our tribe voted for me. Knew it knew it knew it. But yeah I feel like some things have shifted and we can't let anyone know they've shifted. So those are my thoughts rn, hoping no one feels betrayed, I know Jinx will and I'm actually sorry I didn't tell her my plan she was just causing such a scramble with everyone trying to do everything to make her happy this vote. It's a little crazy, but I love her and I hope she has no hard feelings.

Bethany

i am never joining a non-men’s alliance again

AJ

This morning has not gone how I thought it would be going. It started off with me wondering who all voted me. I think it was Hairie, Arvin, and JayJay. I asked Champ if she voted me just in case, I honestly don't know where whomever voted Hairie with us got his name from which is a little bit of an issue. I do think it was Champ who voted with us though.

Trinica

Oof okay, I'm in a slightly better space having taken the night off from game-ing. But I woke up still feeling super frustrated by the stuff Jinx was saying to me last night. They're acting as if we targeted them, or Raffy (who they talk about needing to protect from past experiences but...nobody is actively targeting Raffy and he's also an Adult). We just attempted to split the vote without telling her because she would have stopped us (and in fact did twice earlier that day) when we tried to discuss it. We were an hour away from tribal with no vote settled on and it was maybe 15 mins before tribal that I came up with Hairie. There was literally no time to have a long conversation with Jinx in which all she would say is "I'm not voting Raffy" even when nobody was suggesting she would.

Tyler Frazier

So some info I learned last night -Toni really wants to work with me (slay! glad it is mutual) -JayJay also wants to work with me now! (Feels out of necessity but at least people finally want to work with me outside of the 2-3 people I’ve had the whole time) -Jinx was upset ab the vote (whatever you wanted Raffy to stay and he did) -Oh yeah speaking of that! Jinx really wanted Raffy to stay (interesting…) -Bethany accidentally ratted out the Hairie plan not knowing Jinx didn’t know (ya know that’s sorta not her fault they were the ones who made it so confusing) -Jinx wants me out bc I’m a white man (meh I will live. Already knew they didn’t wanna work with me now I know why) - Hairie had an idol and didn’t play it for some reason when he knew that either he or one of his closest allies were being voted out (I’m cool with it) ALSO I WILL CRY IF AJ GOT HER ADVANTAGE FROM THE FEAST BC LIKE THAT MEANS MORE THAN ONE PERSON COULD HAVE AN EXTRA VOTE AND I HATE IDOLS AND ADVANTAGES

AJ

Ok on a more light note. Now that it's after the morning, I can see how it's just a very high emotion sort of tribal. Not excusing ppl, but yeah. Also I think I'll give some fun positive things about people to cheer myself up and say smth nice.

Jinx: unafraid to speak her mind and be chaotic. We love that sort of energy in general.

JayJay: we've never talked but I think if things were different she'd have been cool to work with

Champ: has great hair. 10/10 when I see it I get envious. Super peppy and fun to talk to!

Arvin: ball of sunshine. Can't really say bad things about him, he's super helpful and friendly.

Raffy: unapologetic and we appreciate that energy here.

Tyler: also a twin, vibes are great, seems super fun and I wish we talked more.

Esteban: honestly just such a great person to talk to, love chatting with him it's so much fun

Bethany: she's a queen what else can I say. we stan

Toni: honestly just super honest and a kind genuine person, great vibes and so helpful/supportive

Trinica: my ride or die, if I don't win I want her to, one of the coolest people I know

Arvin Bentonon

I'm sitting out the challenge again, now because of a disadvantage. Huhu

Jayjay

I miss Hairie and wish he was still in the game. I like Raffy as a person, and i have nothing against AJ or Jinx. I felt so offended last night and felt like an idiot for placing trust in people where I guess I should have been more cautious. With so many people coming to me right after tribal saying Hairie basically planned for me to be the vote was just insane to me and made me feel so betrayed considering he was my number one person. However after taking time off and thinking about everything I do still think and would love to believe that he did have my back 100% till the end and I feel terrible for thinking the opposite. I didn’t feel like I could trust anyone at all. But it’s a new day now and I’m feeling a lot better mentally and physically. However it’s been pretty lonely without him around to talk to. I miss you Hairie and I’m sorry for ever doubting you and your trust even though it was for a second, it just didn’t feel right! 😢 I’ll make sure to write confessions on a clear leveled head on not based off of rampant emotions.

Toni

Theme: Self-Care

The greatest act of self-care to me is showing up as your authentic self. The last tribal was a really emotionally charged one. Having taking some time to reflect I have definitely gained perspective but also have a lot of decisions to make. I’m at a crossroads where my only confirmed ally 100% is Trinica. We’re trying to decide between working with jinx and Raffy / Aj / champ, Jay Jay and Tyler / Esteban, Tyler, Bethany. All of those groups believe we have an alliance with them in some way.

One things I’ve managed to clear up during this time is that I’m going to continue to show up as my authentic self because whether is game smart or not my true nature is coming through and I’m most proud of that.

P.S. Jay was born to moderate the way they deescalated the last few days with authority, care and clarity has been inspiring.

Signing off heard and held. ❤️

Trinica

I've had a long talk with Jinx last night and today and think we're in a place we might be able to move forward working together. Same with Raffy today. I'm worried because my strategy this far has been to be super friendly to everyone, let others put names out first, etc. But I think people are going to see through the middle of the road stuff and realize I'm pulling a lot of strings behind the scenes. So far only 1 person seems to think I'm a threat (and it's probably AJ lol) according to the tribe survey thing. But I think that could very well change.

I also don't want to lie to people anymore because it's exhausting 😭 but if I'm friendly with everyone I'm inevitably going to have to lie.

AJ

I have a strong chance at winning immunity. Praying I win. Judging by how votes are going I really hope I'm not even on the table.

Raffy

I was left out of the vote last time and I feel some type of way about it. So, I am in my protecting my peace era. If people want to talk to me, then they can approach me. I don't care enough to approach people. If that gets me voted out, oh well. I had a good run. Genuinely don't think I'm gonna win so instead I will just be Viking and having a good time.

The challenge was fun. Was very relaxed.

Trinica and I talked some strategy. We brought up the possibility of Toni being tight with Esteban, Tyler, and Bethany. We both said we wanted Esteban out next. Toni doesn't give me trustworthy vibes. She will do what suits her and what's best for her. Good for her.

AJ talked to me a little. They seem good.

Honestly, I just want Esteban out and am just gonna hope people do as well. I'm vibing.

-

Trinica won and I'm leaving. Goodbye.

Tyler Frazier

So Trinica won immunity and that’s cool. Wasn’t gonna target them. So that’s slay! I’m not really sure what I’m gonna try and make happen ag this tribal bc Esteban Bethany and I have two options. Champ and JayJay or the Hidra 4. Either way we would like to bring Toni in with us bc she feels she is on the outs so it’s more the Hidra 3. I’m just not sure if it’s too early to take out Jinx or not but when that conclusion is reached you should get an update 🙃. Hopefully I’m safe I’ve been pretty under the radar and the only people who have reasons to vote me out are Raffy who is more focused on Esteban and Jinx and from my understanding people don’t like Jinxs reasoning for targeting me so I’m not worried ab that one too much

Trinica

I WON IMMUNITY!!!!!!! I didn't need it, but it's always nice to have.

AJ and I talked for like 2 hours to figure out our longterm strategy. I got her to come around off of voting Raffy and onto voting Esteban. It's a risky move for sure, but I really want Raffy to trust me and that is the way to do it. Right now we've bonded through being betrayed by Esteban in some sense. Toni doesn't want him gone, but has said she'll go with the numbers. I'm going to try to convince her tomorrow that the potential of a Bethany/Tyler/Esteban alliance is dangerous and that she doesn't have Esteban in her pocket as much as she thinks.

Jinx will vote with me and Raffy and AJ. Arvin is a wild card but it'll just be getting to him first. And that'll give us numbers, but to maintain the bridge with Bethany, I'm going to see if there's any universe in which she votes Esteban out. And if there isn't, well, that tells us she's more loyal to that alliance than to Pink Venom.

Tyler Frazier

Actually I lied apparently the Nons men alliance is dead so…yeah there’s that

Esteban

Last tribal was so intense. Raffy called me out being a snake and i m unfortunately just respond to it intensely. Sorry thats me, i don’t like confrontations but when called out i do respond.

The self- scavenger hunt challenge is pretty cool and much needed. I was able to complete it all but unfortunately couldn’t be there for the tiebreaker as i am really sick. I am happy trinica won!

Today, i’ve heard that Raffy is campaigning really hard against me and that makes sense. I respect it. My vote is for him anyways regardless of the outcome (or it might change depending on the talks)

I hope this tribal will be an easy and peaceful one!

Wiggity, cheetos!

Jayjay

Of course there’s already 2 names being thrown out there for tribal tonight. I’m not surprised that they would be Esteban or Raffy. I’m gonna Vite tonight with what I think would help my personal game and I think the obvious vote tonight would be for Raffy considering he’s a bigger threat then Esteban is in the social game and in challenges. We also know he doesn’t have an immunity idol so I feel now would be the best time to make that move. However tribals are never really that simple so I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what kind of chaos will happen when it does! 🫣

Tyler Frazier

Okay so MY plan for tonight bc I’m sure there’s like 8000 is to use Raffy as the decoy name and then blindside Jinx with Jayjay Bethany Champ Arvin Esteban and myself. Raffy is kinda just on an island of his own at this point and after last tribal he doesn’t have an idol (to my knowledge) so like what’s the point? Obvi I think he’s a threat to my game but as long as esteban is here I know that’ll be his priority whereas Jinx is much more dangerous for me specifically

Raffy

I’m still sitting here hoping Esteban gets voted out but now Toni (because of course it’s Toni 🙄) has decided to get cold feet once again. Now she’s trying to get the votes on JayJay or Arvin. Honestly just vote me out at this point. No reason to stay here if no one is a) willing to talk to me and b) hear me out and listen to me.

Jayjay

I really can’t help but laugh at this point… kind of excited to see how tribal is gonna go down tonight even if it’s me who gets voted out… this game is just making people go wild at this point. I’m just a turkey, gobble gobble.

Tyler Frazier

So Raffy just played the alliance revealer thing on Esteban and I think Esteban handled it pretty well…then Jay called him out in his lie which wasn’t great but ya know the damage is done. Hopefully it doesn’t ruin the 6 we just formed bc Jayjay did get sussed out by it.

Champagne

Honestly trying to catch up, I haven’t been super active and I’m really trying to stay under the radar. Nobody views me as a threat so my strategy going forward is to stay on everyone’s good side and keep talking to everyone.

Arvin Bentonon

Right now, I don't know who to trust

Jinx

i’m a gemini rising and it’s showing this round!

Bethany

honestly like way too much is going on still and i'm very much In The Middle and i don't like it!!!!!!!!!!!!! someone is going to be upset with me no matter how i vote this tribal and i'm sad becuase i don't like making people upset.

on one side, we have the efforts to revive pink venom, but they want to vote jayjay or champ and that's just not happening for me personally. but like the only name i would agree to in that group would be raffy and that seems like a death wish to try and push that in that group ever again.

"strong 6" was made today of me, tyler, champ, jayjay, arvin, and esteban which i am solidly vibing with but they want to vote jinx and i can't really push against that but i don't want to write jinx's name down

and then toni kind of wants to votes raffy i think but idk about anyone else from pink venom

raffy is clearly targeting esteban so like that's no shock. but i don't understand who he thinks is voting with him? just jinx? maybe aj? i'm not sure.

kind of just want to throw my vote on raffy because i don't think that aj/toni/trinica/jinx/raffy will all vote together and even if they did, it would be 5-5-1 and i can just play dumb or whatever aksdjfalksjf i just don't want to write jinx's name down but maybe i just will have to and apologize to everyone later i really don't know i'm not having fun everyone seems unenthusiastic at this point and like this is more of a chore than something fun which i completely get but it's killing my vibe too

Trinica

Another exhausting tribal day! It's not just managing your alliance, it's also managing your fake alliances and making sure those chats don't go dormant for too long.

I tried to reignite pink venom, but it fizzled. We've lost Bethany to the dark side, which I suspected would happen. If she would only have said she'd vote Esteban, she'd be able to stay another day. But alas!

The tricky part about tonight's vote is Arvin. I keep telling everyone he's a solid vote, but he's so scared of AJ at this point that he might just flip. If I were him, I would flip. He has a better shot with Champ and JayJay. But I told him Bethany suggested him as a vote tonight, so hopefully that pulls him with us. I had to tell him Bethany also suggested AJ and that's why I trust AJ to vote with us this time. He took half an hour to respond to me, which could be Classic Arvin Response Times OR could be that he's running everything I say to him past the girls. That would suck. But worst case scenario, we have Toni's extra vote, which will put us at a tie.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Just Accept it! (READ THE DAMN DISCLAIMER!)

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I'm back with another fic for you! Couldn't find a better pic

Pairing: Yandere Henry Cavill x Trans male reader; Tyler Hoechlin x trans male reader. (mentioned)

Rating: MATURE

Warnings: Male Pregnancy, use of drugs, kidnapping, no consent. (what you expect? This yandere)

Word count: 3560

Summary: It started out with acting, then it went to stalking, and it went to him kidnapping you. And it ended with you spending the rest of your life with him.

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Henry was currently waiting for this someone to come. 'I wonder who it could be.' he thought to myself. We were going to start acting in the new TV show, Superman & Lois.

(Okay, I know that Tyler stars in this, but I'm just going to switch him out with Henry and play as Lois. You can change the name)

He then sees some guy, who looks small and innocent. You had h/l and beautiful, most dazzling e/c. His s/c looked smooth and soft like a freshly made bed. (?)

He looked to be Y/a. You looked so ethereal, a walking sex god. The source of men's sexual desire. He was so sexy and hot- 'Wait- what am I thinking? I'm not gay- I have a beautiful girlfriend, I need to stop thinking like this.'

Henry sees you approach me. "Hi! I'm assuming your Henry right?" you questioned, tilting your head. "Y-yeah- I'm Henry! N-nice to m-meet you!" Henry sturred over my words.

'Shit, why am I nervous around him? What is he doing to me?' Henry then heard a little chuckle. 'His laugh- AAGGHH!'

"Well, nice to meet you, Henry, I'm M/N!" you gave your hand out, Henry hesitantly shook it. 'His hands are rough and large!' you thought.

(Sorry, but I'll be using M/N.)

'His hands are so soft, like a baby's skin! I just wanna hold it forever-' Henry said to himself before pulling back. He didn't realize he had a rough grip on your hand.

"Ah- sorry about that," Henry said scratching his head out of embarrassment. "It's okay!" you gave your famous smile. Henry blushed.

'Why is this happening?! What is he doing to me!' Henry's mind was going all over the place, he was having a gay panic. 'What's wrong with this guy? I thought he was supposed to be calm and collected?'

You had no idea what was going on with him. "Well- I gotta go..." you said, backing away slowly before going to someone and starting a conversation with them. Hoping it won't be as awkward or weird

Henry just stared as you walked. He didn't notice that his hands were twitching. You could feel his stare piercing through your head. Such a dark and dominant stare.

'Maybe, he's just staring at something that so happens to be in my direction!' you said to yourself.

(No you dumb shit!)

"OKAY! Everyone, we're gonna be starting soon. Everyone to your stations and gets ready!" The director yelled. "Take M/N and Henry to their dressing rooms."

"Okay, sir. Come on!" They grabbed you and Henry to get dressed and ready.

They put on Henry's iconic Superman suit and they dressed you as Lois or the male equivalent of her. You looked at Henry and blushed a little. 'If I wasn't married to my husband, I would've gone for him. But he's straight.'

You looked away so Henry wouldn't notice but he did. 'He was blushing... AT ME- STOP IT!' Henry then glared at you. You noticed his glare and looked away. He didn't mean to glare.

"Okay, everyone get to your positions! Do you two know your lines?" The director asks looking back and forth. You both nodded your heads. "Okay, go on the scene and be ready!"

Once you both got there and got in position, the director yells, "ACTION!"

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TIMESKIP (END OF THE SCENE)

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(I don't know what they be doing at the studio.)

"Hey- Uh... M/n!" Henry called out. You turned to face Henry, "Mh?" Henry looked at you trying to get the words out. "Uh... You have something to say?"

"Uh- well." Henry scratching his head. "I'm sorry... for glaring at you earlier today." He was now blushing hard while grinning.

You looked at him confused about what he was talking about. Then you remembered earlier. "Oh-, Its okay Henry! I know you didn't mean it." you smiled at him, reassuring him that it was okay.

You were about to continue, but you got a call. You looked at the caller ID. "Hubby😘" is calling, your husband was calling. "I got to take this call." you then walked away to a private location.

Henry was curious so he followed you. He knows this is eavesdropping, but he wants to know, "what was so important about a phone call?"

Apparently, he took too long but he heard this. "I love you too." Henry left before you could spot him. 'He loves someone? Why do I care if he is in love with someone?'

"I'm gonna have to go! Bye Henry!" You then left leaving Henry behind to think about what was happening.

'What are you doing to me M/n? I never felt this way before.'

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TIMESKIP (6 months)

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You and Henry have been acquaintances for 6 months. Henry's feelings for you grew and grew but there wasn't that ultimate trigger that would finally set the bomb off.

Until now and later on today. (so two ultimate triggers.)

You wrapped your arms around Clark's neck. You were shorter than, so all you saw was his muscular chest. Clark then wrapped his arms around your waist, looking into your beautiful e/c.

Alarms were going off in Henry's mind as he pulls you closer to him. 'This is actually happening.' M/n smells so nice like fresh lavenders.

Your lips then met Clarks. You tilted your head a little to the side to have better access. Though his nose was kind of in the way. You closed your eyes as you fully gave in.

'He tastes so sweet like chocolate and strawberries.' (You eating my children?) Henry was getting real intimate with the kiss.

(Was that a good kissing scene? I have never seen the TV show)

"CUT!" you pulled back before walking away to get a drink. Henry was still in a daze. Your lips were so soft and delicious, he wants more. Henry never felt like this when kissed his girlfriend.

In fact, he was getting disgusted by her touch and only wants you to touch him. Hell, sometimes you made him hard and he would imagine having sex with you while having sex with her...

He was about to approach you before he heard that... voice. "BABE!" his girlfriend... Henry then felt two arms wrapped around him and a small kiss on his lips.

Henry felt like he wanna puke. It wasn't like the kiss he had with you- even though it was just acting but it was real to him- but he had to act like he enjoyed it. "HI! You must be Henry's wife, right?"

You intervene in their conversation. "Yes, I'm Henry's wife- well girlfriend! My name is Natalie Viscuso! You must be M/n? I'm a big fan of you!"

You and Natalie kept talking and getting along. Henry was just watching, he was getting angry and jealous. After about 30 minutes, Natalie went back to Henry.

"Sorry about that, I got carried away. How about me and you have some fun when we get home?" Henry just nodded his head without giving an expression.

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TIMESKIP (5 hours later. At Henry's home)

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(I know that Henry's real-life GF/Wife is a good lady. Remember, this is fiction)

"A-ahh! H-henry... you f-feel so good! Y-your... dick is... s-so BIG!" Natalie moaned as she rode Henry's cock.

Henry didn't seem to enjoy it, not one bit. He pushed- not too hard - Natalie off of him. "Why did you stop?" she said confused, Henry was getting dressed.

Henry didn't pay attention to her and just walked out.

The next morning, the news of Henry's and Natalie's break up spread like wildfire. Nobody understood why he broke up with her, they were doing just fine.

Henry didn't feel upset. While walking around last night, he began to think how you made him feel feelings he has never felt before.

He likes how you touch him- even though you didn't mean to. He likes your soft lips- even though you two were acting. He feels disgusted whenever he was with Natalie. Angry and jealousy surge through his veins whenever you talked with someone that wasn't him.

Henry now accepted that he likes you.

When you got the news of them breaking up, you were shocked. "Henry are you okay? I heard you and Natalie broke up," you asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Henry replied, nonchalantly. "You don't seem upset about it..." Henry just stared at you with his deep, dark eyes. 'What's wrong with him?'

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TIMESKIP (3 MONTHS)

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You've been waiting months to tell Henry something very important. You were nervous, scared, and... paranoid.

During the 3 months of waiting, you feel like you were being watched. Wherever you gom even in your own room.

You told Henry about it -since he was a close friend- and he told you not to worry about it saying, "You're just paranoid, it something you shouldn't worry about."

But you still kept your guard up. You made to look around and if you see someone looking suspicious. But tomorrow, you were going to come out to him.

You arrived at a... Dunkin Donuts (?) and ordered some donuts and coffee and took a seat by the window. You looked out to see some people walking by. There was a car that had black tinted windows, you couldn't see who was inside.

You pulled your phone to text Henry to come and talk with him. But that wasn't necessary, Henry walked and turned in your direction. "Hey, M/n!"

'How did he know I was here? Or was it a coincidence?' you thought. Then you felt a rough hand on your shoulder. "Mind if I sit here?" you shake your head.

Henry took his seat and ordered some food and coffee. 'It's too crowded here.' While seating there, you could feel stares and glances. You just ignored them.

Henry stared at you with love in his eyes, taking in all your features. Then he notices something on your finger, 'Is that a ring? IS HE ENGAGED? Or..... is he MARRIED!'

Rage was running through his veins but he had to calm himself down or you'll notice.

You had enough of his staring and break the silence. "I need to tell you something but it can't be here." that snapped Henry out of his daze. "What do you need to about?"

"It's something personal and it can't be here." You said getting up, and stressing your muscles, and heading out the door. Henry nodded his head before getting up and following you out.

As you two were walking, just taking in the fresh air and sounds of cars driving by. "So, what did you want to talk about?" Henry turned to you.

"Well... I hope you don't look at me differently..." you said looking down at the ground. "I'll never look at you differently bab- M/n."

You took a deep breath. "I'm trans..." you said quietly but Henry still heard you. "Oh... just because you're trans doesn't change what I see in you. You're still a man," Henry said putting his hand on your shoulder.

You smiled at him before jumping onto him. Henry wrapped his arms around you. He wanted to stay like this forever, you just in his arms feeling your warm, heat against him.

But sadly, you pulled away. "Thank you! Thank you!" you're glad Henry accepted you.

But Henry knew you were trans. Remember how you feel like you were being watched? Well, that was all Henry, he would watch you play with yourself. He would masturbate to this, he was quite turned on about this discovery.

'I'll accept whoever you are baby.'

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TIMESKIP (1 week)

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It's been one week since the whole coming out thing and Henry was gathering the confidence to ask you out. But today is the day.

Henry got a text saying, "Meet me at the park." so naturally he did. He didn't spot you at first until he recognizes your h/c. Then it's at that time he notices someone else there.

This bastard had his arms wrapped around you, and he gave small kisses on your lips. Henry's right eye twitched as he watched the display right in front of him.

'Who the hell is he?!? Is HE the one that M/n married?' he snapped out of it when you called his name to come over.

"I'm glad you came Henry! This is my husband, Tyler Hoechlin. Tyler, this is Henry, one of my friends!" you said with a smile. 'So, that means his name is M/n Hoechlin.'

Tyler gave his hand out and Henry shook it. Henry had a rough grip on his hand, squeezing it. And he just glared at him. "Well, let's go!"

Henry just glared at Tyler the whole time. 'M/N should ONLY have my last name! I should be the one with him!' Tyler notices how Henry was glaring at him the whole time. But he wasn't fazed by it.

'I'm gonna find a way to get rid of you! Or I could just take M/n?'

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TIMESKIP (3 DAYS)

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It had been 3 days since Henry met your husband, and he wasn't happy at all. Today he wants to hang out with you, and talk about something. Henry called your phone and waited for you to pick it up.

Meanwhile... (This is my first shot at writing smut with TMR.)

"A-ahh! d-daddy... your c-cock... is so... b-big!" you moaned as rode Tyler like your life depended on it. "Fuck, you're so wet and warm for me, M/n. Your tight little pussy feels amazing!" Tyler groaned as he thrust further into you.

Tyler sees that your phone is vibrating, 'Henry?' Tyler smirked, he knew that Henry was glaring at him with hate and stared at you with love. 'This will teach him who my baby boy belongs to.'

"Be a good boy for daddy and answer the phone." Tyler handed you the phone, you took a look at the caller and noticed it was Henry calling. "D-daddy... I-i can't do... it with y-you- thrusting... i-into me!"

Tyler stopped his thrusts but as you answered his call, he thrust right back into you. "A-ah!"

"Hey, M/n! Are you okay?" Henry questioned. "Y-yeah... I'm okay..." Tyler stopped thrusting, you could his cock pulsing and twitching inside you.

"You're little pussy is wet for me. You like it when I rub you here?" Tyler then began to rub your small dick. You tried to not moan out loud.

But Henry could tell, that you were moaning. And he was angry and just hanged up. "H-hello?... I think he... h-hung up." "Now, I can fuck you!" And he went back to banging you.

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TIMESKIP (5 DAYS)

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5 days after the little event, Henry hasn't called you. You tried calling him and seeing what's wrong, but he never answered.

Tyler kept telling you to not worry about him. Meanwhile, Henry was just in his room masturbating to a picture of yours and mutters, "You belong to me... Tyler and your's relationship is fake! We kissed, we held each other, and so many other things."

The acting seems to make Henry delusional, cause he believed it was all real and that you meant it. He has to find a way to make you his and he just how to do it.

There was a party coming up. You and Tyler would both be attending.

You and Tyler both arrived at the party. People were drinking, dancing, and doing other weird things. "I'm gonna go get a drink." Tyler nodded his head.

He went over to a table and sat down. Tyler wasn't the type to get a drink. Meanwhile, Henry kept his eyes on you. 'This is going to be a fun night!' You thought.

But this will turn out to be the worst night you'll ever have.

Had a few drinks, you were trying to find Tyler in the crowd but couldn't find him. You didn't feel the vibration in your phone, "I'll be waiting for you in the car."

As you were walking around, you felt yourself being pushed up against a wall. "Oh... *HIc* T-Tyler... I didn't *Hic* know you could be *Hic* this rough."

Henry pinned you against the wall and crash his lips against yours. Sweet but tasted like alcohol. 'Since when did Tyler become all muscular' Then you felt a needle pierce through your neck and injecting you with some kind of drug.

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TIMESKIP (After the party.)

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You woke up with a massive headache. Your mind is still blurry but after a few moments later you could see properly. You noticed a cup of water and headache pills by it. You took it.

Then, you realized, this isn't your room and that you were wearing a bunny outfit! 'What the fuck? Where am I?!' Then you began to feel hot and needy.

Your pussy was leaking and clenching around nothing. Your small dick was aching to be touched. "Is my little bunny awake?" A deep husky voice said.

You turned in its direction to notice that it was Henry?! But your mind was getting clouded with lust and want. "H-Henry...?"

"Shh, baby. Daddies here." Henry said getting closer to you and pulling you to his lap. Your hands were now on his shirtless chest, feeling his hairy pecs.

"Where's... T-Tyler?" you questioned, bad mistake. Henry smacked one of your cheeks. "DON'T EVER MENTION HIS NAME! YOU BELONG TO ME! FORGET ABOUT HIM!"

You were getting turned on. It must be the drug he gave you, cause you don't like it someone yells at you. "You're leaking so much slick? You want daddy to help you?"

Before you could respond, Henry pushed you down onto the couch and you could feel his meaty cock at your front entrance. "Your little pussy is leaking so much, you don't know how much you turn me on."

Henry lubes his cock with your slick before pushing in. "F-fuck! You're so tight! I guess Tyler didn't fuck you that good." Henry groaned as he pushed all the way in you.

He let you adjust a little before thrusting back into you. "You're so wet, tight, and warm. Better than my ex!" Henry groaned as he feels you tightening around him.

His hand then went down to stroke your cock. "A-ah!" you moaned as you tried to turn your face away. "You're close? Me too!" you could feel Henry thrust into your womb.

He was hitting your pleasure spot tip-on. "M-mmhh!" Your body clenched before convulsing beneath him. Your muscles twitched around his cock.

"Fuck, you came! I'm close! You'll look so beautiful swollen with my kids. The thought of spending the rest of my life with you just makes me wanna cum!"

You could feel his cock burst inside you. Feeling you up with his cum. "Get pregnant from this!" He stayed inside you before collapsing onto your smaller body.

He was leaving love marks. "You belong to me now, M/n..."

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TIMESKIP (DECADE LATER)

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It has been a decade since you were taken away. A decade being with a monster- who you looked up to before. He had taken you away from others.

You were in the kitchen cooking some waiting for him to come home. "PAPA! When is daddy coming home?" your oldest child said playing with his lego spaceship.

"He'll be home soon. How about go play with your siblings?" they nodded their head before heading to their room. You gave birth to Henry's children, when you had O/C/N, you promised that you'll take them far away from this monster.

You looked at the ring. It was no longer Tyler's ring but Henry's. Just as you said Henry, two strong muscular arms wrapped around your waist.

"How is my beautiful husband doing?" you tried pushing him away but it didn't work.

"Just accept it, M/n. You'll never escape me, and you don't want anything bad to happen to your- no- OUR kids? Right?" tears began to pour out your eyes.

"No. Please don't hurt them... they're just kids, they did nothing wrong." you cried trying to not alarm them.

"Then just accept your fate. You've been resisting for 10 years, it's no use. No one will ever find you." Henry whispered into your ear.

"Just accept it."

THE END

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A/N: I hope this was good! I'm sorry if anything is incorrect. Do you like my new format? Anyways, bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

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LAST NIGHT I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU - NOLAN PATRICK X READER

this started as a tyler seguin fic, was almost a brock boeser one for a second and turned out to be about Nolan lol

this was not proofread so yeah keep that in mind as you read it 

Word Count: 2k

Warning: mention of alcohol (?)

Smmary: the morning after you drunkenly confessed your feelings to Nolan - slightly inspired by the song Last Night by Lucy Spraggan

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Last night I told you I loved you

Woke up blamed it on the Vodka

I genuinely thought I was dyin'

And I could see that smile you were hiding

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You woke up and the first thing you felt was pain. There was a banging in your head and your stomach felt sick. Memories from last night were blurry, there surely was alcohol involved. The last thing you remembered was walking into the bar with Nolan and TK by your side, then there was vodka involved. Or was it tequila? Maybe even both?

Feeling like the slightest move would make you throw up, you decided to snuggle further into the sheets trying to go back to sleep, hoping a couple more hours of sleep would make you feel better. That’s when you heard barks coming from outside the room, making your head pound. Then your eyes went wide when it hit you: you don’t own any dogs.

Looking around you confirmed this indeed wasn’t your bedroom, it was Nolan’s. The curtains were shut so the room was dark and you couldn’t see much, but you were able to make out your dress from last night folded on top of the armchair beside the bed.

You looked down and realized you indeed weren’t using your clothes, instead you had one of his old shirts on. Then you noticed your underwear was still on, a good sign you thought. But still you couldn’t remember anything from last night and that terrified you.

You weren't scared of what you could have done, you knew having the boys by your side ensure you nothing bad would happen. So you weren't scared that you had somehow ended up drunkenly dancing on top of  a table or making out with a complete stranger. No, the problem was that alcohol always loosened your tongue. What you were scared of was having confessed something you had worked so hard on holding in.

Gathering a little courage and still feeling like you may throw up any second, you got out of bed and made your way out of the room. The clacking of a pan and smell coming from the kitchen let you know Nolan was probably there cooking some breakfast or maybe lunch, you didn’t know what time it was. Taking one last deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, you made your way down the hall to the kitchen.

He was with his back to you, too busy stirring something on a pan to realize you had entered the room. That’s when his dogs approached you excited to see you, making him turn around to find you still half asleep, hair in a messy bun, some rests of makeup from last night on your face, dressed in his shirt that were long enough to cover everything. You were sure you looked horrible but he found it cute, the smile that formed on his face showed it.

“Hey, you’re alive.” He turned off the stove and proceeded to place what turned out to be scrambled eggs on two plates.

“I feel like shit.” You took a seat on one of the barstools by the kitchen island.

“Sorry, did the bark wake you? I was keeping them in the living room so they wouldn’t bother you but Charlie sneaked out.” he said, giving the dog a stern look, but Charlie was too distracted enjoying as you petted him to notice.

“No don’t worry I was already awake, agonizing in bed, but awake.”

He placed the plate with everything he had cooked and a cup of coffee in front of you and you thanked him as he took a seat next to you. He was quiet per usual, but the Nolan you knew would have thrown some snarky remark about how much of a lightweight you are and he’s never going out with you again. That concerned you a bit. However he seemed normal, no awkward looks or anything that made you think you had messed up in any way last night.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” he suddenly said bringing you back to reality. There it was, something did happen. You could feel your heart in your throat, but you tried to play it cool.

“No… Wait we didn’t-”

“No!” he was quick to cut you off, slightly offended that you thought that could’ve happened. “You were wasted Y/N, I’d never take advantage like that.” He then realized he admitted nothing happened because you were drunk, not because he didn’t want it to happen; but you were too busy panicking to realize.

“I know, I know. It’s just that I woke up in your bed, with your clothes on.” you tried to explain.

“We ubered back here, you were asleep the whole ride, I helped you change your clothes and gave you my bed. I slept on the couch.” Relief washed over your body, deep down you knew nothing like that could have happened, but hearing it made you feel better, like a huge weight was being taken off your shoulders.

“Thank you Nols, you didn’t have to.”

“Leaving you alone in your apartment in the state you were in felt wrong.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m glad to know I didn’t do anything too stupid at the club.” you said, letting out a deep breath you didn’t even notice you had been holding on to.

“Well you didn’t do anything stupid at the club...” He didn't finish but that was enough to make you choke on the coffee you had been drinking.

“Shit what did I do?”

“Nothing, nothing. Don’t worry.” He brushed it off as he stood with his empty plate in hand and walked over to the sink.

“Nolan …” you questioned him, but he still wouldn’t look at you. Yet you could see the smile he was trying to hide and that was all the confirmation you needed. Something definitely happened. You got off your seat and made your way around the kitchen island.

“Nolan James Patrick. What did I do?” Your stern tone made him finally turn around with a look on his face you couldn’t quite explain, which only made your nerves grow.

“You said something.” 

“Shit.”

“You really don't remember?” He walked till he was standing next to you. “We were here, I had already helped you change, you were in bed ...” he started to explain, hoping it would refresh your memories because he didn’t have it in him to actually tell you what you had said.

And just like that the memory from last night hit you.

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“This sucks.” you said letting yourself fall on the bed, not even trying to position yourself correctly.

“Well you should’ve stopped after the third shot like I told you.” Nolan was too busy folding your clothes to see the way you rolled your eyes.

“Not that. This. You are being so nice with me and it sucks.”

“You lost me there princess.” he said confused, brows narrowing but with a playful smile still on his face, the way you rambled incongruently was too cute for him not to.

“Because I’m just going to fall harder for you and I shouldn’t because we’re friends Patty. I can’t be in love with my friend.” you let out matter-of-factly, clearly all products of the alcohol that was still running through your veins.

He could not believe what he was hearing. His heart stopped at your words, but he tried to convince himself he had heard it wrong, God knows the many times he dreamed of you saying those words.

“It sucks that I’m in love with you.” you added and there was no denying it, he heard it clear this time.

“Y/N …” he started to say as he turned around but words died in his mouth when he realized you were already asleep.

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“Shit!” you let out and your hands instantly went to cover your face. You had screwed it big time. Sure you could blame it on the alcohol but Nolan knew you, he knew you wouldn’t just invent something like that. And even if it worked, your friendship would never be like it was before.

“Just forget I ever said that, okay? I was drunk and I didnt know what I was saying. Fuck. I'm the worst'' you started to ramble as you walked around the kitchen, unable to keep still because of the anxious feeling deep in your chest. It felt like your world was spinning out of control and all you could think about was all you had lost the moment alcohol got the best of you and you confessed your feelings.

All of a sudden Nolan was standing in front of you, placing his hands on your sides to stop your pacing. You couldn’t look him in the face, knowing the moment he saw you he’d realized how much you meant everything you said last night.

“Hey calm down” He started caressing your arms gently up and down in a reassuring manner.

“I'm so sorry.” you said, tears threatening to fall down your face any moment. 

“Well I'm not.” he replied with a humorous tone that threw you off. You shoot your head up at him with a confused expression that only intensified once you realized he was smiling sheepishly at you.

“I’m actually really glad that happened because now I don’t have to worry about how you may react when I tell you how I feel about you.”

“I think the alcohol killed all my brain cells because I don’t understand a thing you're saying.”

Nolan rolled his eyes at your comment but couldn’t hide the smile on this face. His hands went to cup your face, pulling you closer to him as he wiped away gently with his thumb a few tears that you hadn’t been able to keep in.

“What I’m trying to say is: I love you too.” he said looking into your eyes tenderly.

“I swear if TK comes out of nowhere holding a camera or something I’m murdering both of you-”

“I’m not joking! I love you Y/N. I have for the longest time and I’m a little embarrassed it took you drunkenly confessing how you feel for me to have the balls to say it.” Nolan’s cheeks turned red and you had to bite your lip to not make a comment about it. His eyes full of adoration never left yours, making you feel the all too familiar butterflies, but this time it didn’t feel wrong. This time you didn’t have to hide it or push it away. No, because this time you knew he felt the same.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked softly and all you could do was nod. He started to lean in, heart beating fast in his chest just like yours. 

“Wait.” you said, stopping him when he was less than an inch away from connecting your lips. He pulled away to look down at you confused, hands still resting against your cheeks. “I haven't washed my teeth.” He let out a chuckle.

“I couldn't care less.” he said, leaning down to finally kiss you.

It started sweet and gently, neither of you could believe it was happening, too scared any second you’d wake up and realize it was all a dream. That was until your hands met on the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair and bringing him closer, deepening the kiss. His hands left your face and moved down your back, pressing you against him as much as possible, clutching to you in any way possible. The kiss intensified with the second and you could not stop, you had been craving each other for so long it felt almost intoxicating to finally know what the other’s lips felt like.

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hi! are you guys still doing the match up's? if so, may i request one (sfw/nsfw & platonic/romantic, it's up to you lmao) for tokyo ghoul and jjba? i don't really care what parts you're going to consider; i'm up to date to part 1-5 only (recently finished the anime :')), but i'm all up for surprises! i'm considering reading the remaining parts soon anyways, so you do you!

anyways,, i'm a demi boy & trans, and i'm also gay, demisexual & greyromantic (if you decide to write a platonic match up however, i'd love to be besties with any girl just as much)! i'm an aquarius sun, capricorn moon, and leo rising. i've actually got an aquarius stellium going on if that matters. typology wise, i'm an entp (with quite some ni and a well developed fe going on).

anything else about me... as already noticible, i tend to ramble about things that interest me a lot! i'm interested in unnatural stuff (yk, magic, tarot, outer space, bli bla blubb), and have a passion for art! i've been known as "the class' artist" since kindergarten actually. i generally enjoy things, may it be art, architecture, whatever, that are considered outside of the norm. things that confuse you, make you question a lot. i'd also like to make people think and question themselves with my art someday. i'm currectly in college¿ for graphic design, but tbh i'm considering to own a small shop one day. my favorite music artists are tyler, the creator, moe shop, joji, nirvana and deftones i think? but i enjoy a lot of different genres, so i rarely dig into each artist i listen to haha.

as for my personality, however... you get different impressions about me depending on how close we'd be, you could say. strangers & casual coworkers / classmates perceive me as rather reserved, quiet and i've also been told a lot that i come off as intimidating/scary even. however, many strangers compliment the way i dress. in general, it's hard for me to become truly close to someone, as i never really open up emotionally. my friends describe me as a fun-loving, and really sarcastic person. yeah, my go to coping mechanism is humour, what about it?! >:( /lh sometimes i crack so many jokes my friends are concerned about me lmao. they even say i'm smart about things that fancy me. and yeah, i have trouble focusing on things i couldn't care less about (math class, for example).

i'm someone who wants to hear both sides of the story before taking any sort of judgement, and generally tend to consider any possible pov into the choices i make, hence why i sometimes come off as indecisive. i often do things / solve problems in odd ways, and enjoy exploring different opinions / ways of doing things! however, i'm able to judge most people fairly easily (as in who gives me good vibes and who not eg).

as i gotta mention some negative sides of mine as well, i'm just in a constant conflict with myself, leading me to be pissed off fairly easily. i can be quite critical with myself, and always strike to become a better person for me and those around me. i also happen to be irritated EASILY.

mm honestly i just want the best for people close to me, but i show it thru bullying! <3 i suck showing genuine, embarassing emotions of gratitude so much, i prefer to show it thru teasing and quality time. or coming up with the most stupid jokes. but i'd certainly let my s/o know i adore them pfft. i just have my own ways of expressing myself, so i'd love me some really understanding dude.

other than that, i don't have a specific type? sure, someone humorous, understanding, rather calm person would be great. it'd be productive if they'd be able to express themselves rather well, and not be stoic all the time, since i happen to adapt to the mood around me easily and i'm a fan of communication. it would also be cool if they'd be able to ramble about the most random topics in depth, so i wouldn't be the only one looking stupid 💀. /hj but i think that's about it?

jeez, i'm sorry for my request being this lengthy,, take your time please!! i'm thanking you all a lot in advance, and have an amazing day! make sure to take good care of yourselves and drink lotsa water. :) have a good one! ☄️

hii thank you for the request and the kind words!! :D

we hope you like your jojos & tokyo ghoul match ups!!

brought to you by admin sar your jojos match up is..............

ROHAN KISHIBE!!!

SFW

Rohan based on first glance would just disregard your presence, while doing so perhaps note that your clothes are nice. You on the other hand would probably be on guard since he comes off as arrogant. Due to this you two would have a slow burn type of relationship.

If you hang out around Josuke or Koichi you'll run into Rohan enough for him to probably spot you doodling or for him to compliment your fashion sense. From there you'd warm up and bond with him.

You may be thinking: "Hmm will he make me laugh?" The man literally stabbed his own fingers and laughed! He will do literally anything, no matter how psychotic, to make you laugh.

Him being a working man would totally support your dream of opening your own store and motivate you since he knows how hard it is to be an artist.

He loves talking to you about weird topics and hearing about your knowledge of magic and tarot. You both are kind of like an art power couple since you guys are able to draw inspiration easily from the different knowledge y'all have.

N/SFW

You both can use each other for nude modelling. Sometimes you fall asleep while he's drawing you. Get ready for somnophilia (with consent).

Be prepared for (washed) paint brushes up your ass.

Rohan would propose to cover both of you in paint then have sex on a canvas.

He's kinda bad at after-care because he'd just get up and start to draw his sexual experience.

brought to you by admin sav your tokyo ghoul match up is..............

SEIDOU TAKIZAWA!!!

SFW

Seidou in his human days was such an adorable lad. Funny, understanding, trying his best to be good at work and life. He definitely isn't a stoic man and know how to let loose. He is perfect for you.

This man will be so proud of your art and you can give him scary tarot readings and watch him yelp in fear!

If you guys watch confusing movies like Inception, you will have him scratching his head. He will look at your confused with a 100 questions in his mind.

He will look at your interpretative art and be so curious.

He has the same music taste as you, as a CCG member he listens to relates to a few Nirvana songs and maybe even plays it when he's on duty.

N/SFW

You are an aquarius sun, capricorn moon, and leo rising. Which means you probably had sex with a gypsy before. How else does a person find that shit about themselves? Your experience will be much appreciated by Seidou in bed. Fuck him mad.

OMG if he finds out that you have an aquarius stellium going on he will piss himself out of excitement. He will moan super loudly as if your mercury entered his Uranus.

He seems like a simple guy who does not know too much about sex, but keeps a collection of playboy magazine under his bed.

He wanks 3 times a day without a partner but would prefer to have sex with you at least twice everyday given the opportunity.

your magic lovers,

admin sav & sar

[gingerteaonthetardis]

The eleventh doctor tutors rose.

sorry this took me so long to get out, nonny! truth is, i have a bias against writing the doctor actually going back to rose’s childhood, it sort of squicks me out, so i went with... you guessed it, a college au! because i’m trash! hope you still see this and still enjoy!

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𝕆𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕨𝕠

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Across the atrium, he watched the girl's blonde head drop to the wooden tabletop with a dull thud, which echoed painfully through the near-empty hall. He winced in sympathy. That had to hurt. And it wasn't even the first time she'd done it tonight: whatever academic battle of the wills she was locked in, she seemed to be losing it.

"You're staring," Clara announced, not looking up from her own open textbook. She hadn't flipped a page in a solid quarter of an hour, so he was beginning to think that her "required reading" was actually a front for keeping him company while he worked on his equations.

She was a good friend.

Still, the snide comments weren't strictly necessary.

"I'm not staring," he countered. "Staring is what creepy people do, and I am not creepy."

At that, her doe eyes flicked up, filled with the usual cocktail of doubt and amusement. "Debatable. What are you doing, then?"

He hesitated as the girl—Rose Tyler, her name was, or he thought it was; he'd heard it yelled across the student union once—lifted her head, tossing her golden hair back over her shoulder. Her expression was determined. It seemed she was ready to resume the fight.

Clara cleared her throat, which reminded him that he was staring. Or, not staring.

"Observing," he answered.

"Don't pull that 'science is everywhere' shit with me, Doctor," she griped. But she still looked as if she might laugh, so he knew he wasn't in huge trouble. "You're looking at that pretty blonde girl who is about to sustain head trauma from her ongoing affair with that tabletop, and I think that instead of sitting here, staring—which, you are staring, by the way—and pretending to do your homework, you should go talk to her."

"You're the one pretending, Clara," he accused, jabbing at her book with his finger. "Unless that page of text is the densest material in the universe—in which case, I'd like to take it into the lab for further study."

"You're stalling." Clara's eyes narrowed. It seemed she was approaching actual irritation, he realized with a sigh. 

Probably because he was being evasive. She hated when he was evasive. 

So, he supposed he had two options:

He could sit here while his best friend gave him another lecture about the importance of networking in academic environments, which would eat up all of his study time and probably last until the student union closed for the night, or—

I could help Rose Tyler with her homework.

He heard another "thunk-a-thunk," which sounded an awful lot like a book being hit against something, coming from the direction of Rose's table. When he looked up, Clara was giving him That Look—the one that meant he was being dim-witted about something quite glaringly obvious.

Option two it was, then.

-

"Hello," he said.

There. Good. A brilliant start.

Rose Tyler looked up from her textbook wearing an expression of adorable rage. Which should have been impossible, actually, but she somehow managed it. Maybe it was the pink jumper. Or the braids.

She did not reply.

He cleared his throat. "I couldn't help but notice that you appear to be caught in some sort of altercation with your table, and I thought I'd step in before your forehead began to bruise."

Her amber eyes widened, alarm overriding fury, and her hand leapt up to touch her forehead.

"No," he hurried to say, "no, it's fine now. You look fine—that is, you look—well, I was going to say that you looked frustrated, but now you mostly look confused, though I imagine that has more to do with my babbling and not so much the…"

He was mucking this up tremendously. Clara would no doubt have started boo-ing him by now, were she close enough to hear. Which, mercifully, she was not. He cleared his throat again. God, she probably thought he was phlegmy. "What are you working on?"

Rose Tyler looked, if anything, more confused by the question. "Calculus?" She didn't sound sure. Which would possibly explain why she was having such a bad time of it.

"Are you sure?" he asked, stupidly.

Her brow wrinkled, and there was something endearing about it. "Of course I am." She had a strong accent, intensely South London, with a slightly combative edge to it. Or maybe she just really didn't like him. He imagined she'd be good in a shouting match.

"No, right. I mean, of course you are." Don't bollocks it up. "Well, my name is James—or Jamie—or, not really. I don't know why I said that. My friends call me Doctor."

Rose's head tilted. "Why's that, then?"

"Because I'm going to be a doctor," he said, and he gave her his most winning smile. It worked, too. Something cracked, and she smiled back—just a little, not anything too friendly, but it was something. And he imagined that, when she did smile properly, she was probably too beautiful to look at head on.

"Is that supposed to be impressive?" she asked.

"Sort of, yeah," he laughed. "But no, actually, I really—the reason I came over here was to ask if you needed help. With your homework, I mean. Can I sit?"

"Yeah?" Once again, she didn't sound sure.

"Are you sure?"

"Why do you keep saying that?" she asked, but she was laughing while she said it. She had a lovely laugh—not a bit like bells or anything. Just sort of humany, and very pleasant. "Sit down, you plum."

He smiled. No, he beamed. "It's the upspeak. You sound as though you lack confidence in your answers." He paused, watching the expressions play across her face. She looked like she couldn't quite decide whether or not she should be offended. "You shouldn't, though. You're quite—well, you have no reason not to be confident."

At that, she snorted an inelegant laugh. "Bollocks."

"Look at me. I have an honest face, right?" He put on his best, most sincere look. "Would I lie to you?"

"Honestly, I have no idea." Her smile was widening, inch by inch. 

It was blinding.

-

"This is impossible," Rose mumbled into the curve of her arm. Her head was back on the table, though this time, there had been less violent thumping. Small mercies, he thought. "It has to be. Because either it's impossible or I'm a complete idiot, and I'm not emotionally capable of accepting that reality right now."

Two weeks had passed. Two weeks of relentless tutoring, and she still seemed to struggle with every new Calculus assignment. 

He was a fair enough teacher, but while Rose seemed to be completely brilliant at most things she tried—sociology, classic literature, environmental silence, painting, providing study snacks, telling dirty jokes, making his not insubstantial brains turn into goop with the slightest look—she was persistently abysmal at Calculus. Which would've been fine if she hadn't been majoring in "General Studies" until she decided what exactly she wanted to do for her degree. As it was, she couldn't really drop the class and get away with it.

He reached across the table to touch her hunched shoulder. The muscles bunched under his fingers, and he squeezed, hoping to soothe some of the stress away. "It's neither," he said. "I just haven't found the right way to explain it. Everyone learns differently, Rose." 

He felt her sigh; he would've seen it from across the table, too, but it was nice to feel it. She was warm against his palm.

Right as he moved to lift his hand, her own flew up and grasped his fingers. Held them against her shoulder. Squeezed. "Thanks for not giving up on me," she whispered.

"The thought never crossed my mind."

And it was true.

-

Rose was a bad student.

Or, not a bad student, per se—maybe just a distracting one.

And perhaps she wasn't distracting in general, but she certainly distracted him.

She was grinning. "Come on, you can tell me," she goaded. "What was he like?"

Actually, maybe he was the bad student.

Clara's grin was equally devious. "I can do you one better—I can show you."

The two girls were currently sprawled across the floor of his and Clara's flat, under the guise of doing homework together. He was draped over the couch, under the guise of doing homework by himself. But really, he was distracted, and it was Rose’s fault.

(The first time he'd brought Rose back to the flat—because the student union had been closing and they weren't done studying—Clara had been sitting on the kitchen counter, wearing a sleep shirt and horrifyingly faded bunny slippers that actually looked like twin demented dust mops. When he'd explained that they were roommates and lifelong best friends, Rose had looked at him askance, but then shrugged, immediately going over to ask Clara what kind of ice cream she was eating. Rose was brilliant like that. Since then, the flat had become their usual study spot. And Clara had become Rose's closest girlfriend.)

"No way," Rose said in smiling disbelief.

"No way," he groaned. "Clara, don't."

"Too late!" she cried, already hopping up onto her feet and dashing away, grey bunny ears flopping with every step.

He groaned like an old man as he got off the sofa and then plopped down beside Rose on the floor. "You're supposed to be studying," he said, trying to sound suitably like an authority figure. But Rose only grinned, rolling onto her back to look up at him.

"You're just scared I won't fancy you anymore when I see you as a pre-teen with spots." Her tongue had somehow trapped itself between her teeth; it had a tendency to do that when she was being particularly cheeky. "Did you really have no eyebrows?" 

But not even the pink slip of her tongue and her rather rude question about his grooming habits could distract him from the words he thought he'd just heard. Fancy you anymore. His stomach did a funny little leap, like it was trying to escape via his esophagus. Anymore.

"You fancy me?"

"Of course I do, you plum," Rose replied. You plum. That seemed to be her nickname for him. Everyone else called him James, or Doctor, but she seemed to communicate exclusively in fond insults. He liked it. "I did from the start." 

She said it so casually that it felt like he'd had a blow to the head and missed something crucial. 

His silence had the unintentional effect of keeping her talking. "Why do you think I come around so much?"

His brow crunched and compressed as he tried to process this information. "Because you're crap at maths."

She laughed, her hands flying to her belly in an attempt to contain it. "Fine, maybe a little. But it's mostly because I think you're brilliant. And fit." As she spoke, her fingers had dropped to the hem of her shirt—an ancient-looking Spiceworld Tour t-shirt that she'd probably actually got in 1998, based on the way it rode up over her stomach and clung everywhere else, and why was he so focused on that when he ought to have been focusing on the words coming out of her mouth? Her lovely mouth.

"Is that okay?" She was pulling a loose thread.

He was shell-shocked. He didn't know why he was; it wasn't completely unreasonable to think that he was—

That she would—

Huh.

He decided in a blur, bending over to press a kiss to her barely-parted lips. She'd been eating ice cream with Clara again—mint chocolate, they both loved the stuff—and they were cold, but soft, and giving, and immediately receptive. She was immediately receptive, her hands flying up to cup the back of his neck.

Her thumb brushed his hairline, and it felt a bit like he was out of his own body, except he was very much in it. His back was bent at some sort of ungodly angle that strained his sacrum, but he couldn't bring himself to move or care. He just—let himself kiss her like he'd been wanting to for months. Since before he'd started helping her with Calculus. Probably since before he'd known her full name, when she'd still been just the pretty blonde girl he saw sometimes in the STEM building.

Her lips warmed under his.

When he pulled back—slowly, reluctantly—she was smiling again. So bright that he thought he might have to squint. And he said, "This doesn't mean you're off the hook, you know. With studying."

"Of course not." With a serious expression and a decisive nod, she pulled him back down and kissed him again. 

And again. 

And when Clara came back with the photo album, she just rolled her eyes, said, "oh, finally," and then wandered off, presumably to eat more ice cream and congratulate herself on her excellent matchmaking skills.

She really was a very good friend.

And he really was quite glad Rose was so bad at maths.

[heck-damn-so-i-draw]

The hotel was cheap, mostly because they wanted to save money, but also because it was the only hotel close enough to where they were going to be situated. Once the daybreak hit, the boys were up and ready. By 7 am they were approaching the old farmhouse and pulling into the driveway like last time.

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The weather, and ultimately the atmosphere was considerably darker than yesterday, and though the boys would never admit it to each other, none of them slept very well. That didn’t stop Marcel from quickly getting out as much equipment as he could carry and taking it back to the tent they had set up yesterday. “Aw- jesus Tyler! You didn’t zip the door! There’s probably a shit ton of mosquitos in there now…” He complained, walking into the open tent and setting the heavy things he carried in on the table that they didn’t want to take with them. He then looked around. Yeah.. there were a few mosquitos flying around. Of course they didn’t bring bug spray either, fuck.

Tyler walks into the tent, two CPU boxes tucked in his strong arms, (brian is coming behind him with the monitors), and he throws open the already open zip up door. “What’s up mosquito bitches? Daddy’s home!” He joked nonchalantly, setting the machines on the table as well.

“Shuddup will ye? Jesus christ, a priest is gonna be here soon-” Brian starts, then get interuppted by the american who does not give a fuck. “And i’ll make him call me daddy, too.” Brian set down the monitors and nearly had a stroke fit of laughter. “Oh F’eck off.”

Evan took the last three bags of equipment from the back of the SUV, taking his time getting up the hill and to their tent. He can hear someone- something near. It whispers in his ear and tells him to run. Get out. Leave. Of course it sends a shiver down his spine and a chill deep into his bones, but he continues up the hill and tries to make out the difference between male and female in the voice he heard. It was deeper toned, a bit raspy and sad. Evan concludes male as a dark sad atmosphere starts clinging onto him. Evan sets the bags up where Tyler and Marcel want them. “When did you say he was gonna get here, Brian?”

Brian was swatting a few mosquitos out of the air when Evan asked about David. “Well, he said he’d be here probably by noon or something in his texts-” There was a loud groan from Tyler. “Are you serious? Noon? And the dude expects us not to go in until he gets here? We need to investigate.” 

“I know, I know, Tyler, Ya don’t think i’m just as pissed as you? I just want to be safe about this. You don’t-” 

“Get it?” Tyler responded, salt in his tone that cuts deep into Brian’s words. “Then help us understand. How dangerous is it really? It’s just a buncha dead guys-”

“It is not just a bunch of dead guys- are ye fockin’ stupid? Tyler, there is a demon in that house. A powerful demon who takes control of people. Controls their thoughts, how they act. Makes them do unspeakable things, tyler! You can’t just fuck with something you can’t see.”

This pisses Tyler off more, makes him give Brian the camera angrily. “Then you go in there and record with Evan. We need footage. When the priest starts to show up I’ll call you and tell you to get out of there.”

“Wh- But David said ta-” Evan took Brian by the arm and started to walk out with thi, “Ignore him, Brian. Let’s just see what we can find.”

Brian had a terrible feeling about this, but against Evan’s grip, he just complies and walks with him to the building. When they get to the front of the  building, Evan takes the camera from Brian and starts recording himself. “Alright guys, we’ve got a priest on his way, a good old friend of Brian’s by the name of David Nagles. We’re just going to go inside to see if we can find anything else before this guy shows up. Tyler and Marcel are getting everything ready to watch us from inside out base.. Alright. Let's head in one more time.” He paused the camera feed and looked to Brian, who didn’t seem too happy to be here so soon. “Hey.. It’ll be fine. You still have that holy water right?” 

Silently steaming, Brian pulls the half empty bottle, about the length of his forefinger and thickness of his thumb. He pops the cork and hands it to Evan, who, though pained at the look on his buddy’s face, applies it to the rim of his ears as Brian did before, then gives it back to its owner. The canadian sighs, looks towards the house, and then starts stepping closer. 

“Wait-!” Brian suddenly calls, grabbing Evan by the shoulder and holding him back mid-stride. “There’s someone right here-” He steps in front of the confused Evan, facing a tall shadow of a man, a crying man, multiple stab wounds carved into his chest, still bleeding. As Brian approaches the spirit, it seems to flinch back, then puff out its chest and stand taller over the lad of 6’0, mouthing curses and angry words. From the back, Evan speaks, a feeling of nausea and dizziness hitting him in the chest as he holds the camera out to see  “He-... He’s saying to leave. He wants us out, and he wants us out now.” 

“Yeah he doesn’t look too happy… Ask him his name.” 

Evan takes a deep breath and steps forward, listening carefully as words float to his ears. “Hey.. It’s alright, man. I know some bad shit happened but … What’s your name?” 

The spirit-shadow stopped yelling at them, went quiet and stared at Evan dead in the eyes, even if the living man couldn’t see him. The words he uttered sounded muffled, quieter, it sounded like he was… under water.

“J...Jon.” 

“Jon?” Evan repeated for himself and the camera. “Jon…” He looked up at where brian was looking, taking his eyes from the screen. God.. if only he could just .. see it. Then he caught the whisper of something.. “Assholes…”

ARE YOU SERIOUS-

“Why you little-” Evan started, but before he could finish his thought, Brian interrupted with a sigh. “He’s gone… Alright, let’s head inside-” As he picked up his foot to head back inside the house, putting on his big boy pants and gaining the courage one step at a time, he was jolted by the sound of a car horn. His heart racing a million miles a minute as he turned around to see who the hell is honking, he hears a distinct irish yelling of anger, and a phone call. He inhales slowly through his nose, closing his eyes in frustration and exhaling before answering the call. Before Tyler can speak or even say he’s sorry, Brian snaps. “I know he’s fockin’ here, jackass.” Then he hangs up and walks past Evan, who is staring, to the small black rented caddy. 

“The hell did I tell ye about goin’ in before I got here, ya twit? I told you- I told you specifically, Don’t go in!” He yelled loudly as he parked. Brian was beyond caring. When David pulled in next to their car rather violently, he parked the car and got out, still heated. “You-!” He starts to go off again, but Brian just holds up his hand. “Oh shove it, I’m not a goddamn baby. I was lookin’ round the porch so I wasn’t jus’ wastin’ my damn time waitin’ f’er y’er ass ta show up-”

As much as watching two Irishmen bicker is amusing, Evan stepped towards them and sighed, knowing they’d have to cut that from the video. “We didn’t go in, I swear. Thank you for coming, Father.” He wasn’t really religious, but he was respectful, and hated actual conflict that wasn’t a joke. The tall man sighed through his nose in response and turned from his friend, to the man he didn’t know. Right… be professional, Daithi. “Thank you, It’s nice to meet you, mister..?”

“Evan.” The canadian smiled, automatically reaching out his hand to shake the priest’s.

“David.” The man replied, replicating that contagious smile.

“Well, you might as well come meet the rest of our team, then we should really get started.”

~STAY TUNED FOR PART 6~

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[witchesofmysticfalls]

Lost Girls - 1

When I come to I realize I'm in a room. Stefans room. I get off the bed and head to the mirror. My eyes are all red and puffy from crying. I notice a note on the mirror and I read it.

Stefan:

In mystic Grill, come when your up

Suddenly realizing that Damon was lose and god knows where, I start to panic again. I dash downstairs and run out the front door. I quickly jump in my car and gun it. Not bothering to stop at the stop signs.

On the way over I called the doctor, told him to start refilling my prescription. Pills. I took them to help with the panic attacks after my mom died. He asked why and I lied, saying the animal attacks were what was affecting me, in a way they were.

I called Tyler and asked them to pick them up for me, drop them off at home. I didn't want to ask Matt, I didn't want him to know. I accidentally crash into the garbage as I pull into the garage.

I fumble with the key at the knob, when it finally opens I burst through the door and rush inside like a woman on a mission. I rush to Matt's room. He wasn't there. I get frantic and stumble to pull my phone out. "Come on, pick up, pick up" I mutter.

"Matt!" I yell when he answers. "What's wrong?" He asks. "Where are you?" I ask, frantic.

"The mystic grill. Why?" I breath a sigh of relief. "Nothing, nothing" I say as I make my way to Vicki's room. Her bed is empty.

"Is Vicki working a shift?" "No, she's not here" "Right, okay. I got to go" I say and cut the call. I call Vicki and pray for her to answer. She doesn't. I do the next best thing and call Stefan.

"Hello?" Stefan doesn't answer, Elena does. "Elena. Um" I scratch my head to think of an answer. Crap, Crap, Crap what the hell do I say?!

"Uh, can I, um. Talk to Stefan, please?" I fumble. "Why? We're kind of busy right-" I cut her off. "Elena! Pass me Stefan!" I yell.

"Ariel? What's going on?"

"It's Vicki, Stefan. I don't know where she is. I-I what if Damon, got to her? What if she's dead somewhere?" I say, frantic running a hand through my hair.

"Calm down, Ariel. I'm on my way right now, I just got to drop Elena off. Stay indoors, Damon can't be in the sun" I nod, but there is not way I'm actually staying inside and do nothing.

"Be careful" I nod. I cut the call and it rings again, this time it's Matt. "What is it?" I ask as I drink down my coffee, shakily.

"Jeremy called. Says Vicki showed up over there. Says something's wrong"

"Say no more"

…………

"Where is she!" I yell when Jeremy opens the door. "What's she on?" Matt asks as Jeremy leads us both inside to the kitchen.

Where Vicki sits on the ground eating. Away from the sun. "I don't know" Jeremy replies baffled. "Hey Vicki. How you feeling?" Matt asks as he kneels down and removes her shades.

"Not good. I hurt" she replies in a whiny voice.

"Where does it hurt?" I ask kneeling down beside Matt. "My Gum- there's something in my gums, and it hurts" She whines touching her jaw.

Her jaws hurt? Oh no. "Ok well-"

"No, just leave me alone" She whines. "Come on vic. Don't be like that. Let's get you home" Matt says and reaches out to her.

"Just turn it off!" She yells. "Turn what off?" Jeremy asks, confused. "The talking. The chatter. Just turn it off" She yells as she gets up.

She stood in front of the living room where the news is playing. Logan Fell was the one talking. I get the controller and lift the volume up. They said they found 3 bodies, a drug deal gone bad.

Drug deal gone bad my ass.

"That's where we were last night" Jeremy exclaims in shock. "What happened Vic?" I ask whirling around to her. She shakes her head.

"Alright I'm calling the cops" Matt declares. "No don't!" Vicki yells.

"What happened after I left last night Vick?" Jeremy asks her. In response she pushes him away making him crash into the couch. "Jer are you alright?" I ask as Matt goes to help him up. "I'm fine" He yells, angry.

"What's going on?" Elena asks, upon seeing all of us. Stefan is behind her, I met his eyes with a worried glance. "She's really messed up" Matt replies, Stefan goes to Vicki and puts a hand on her, making her look at him.

"Vicki, look at me. Focus. You're gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be fine" He turns to Matt. "Take her upstairs, shut the blinds, she's gonna be fine" He says, Matt grabs Vicki and Jermey follows.

"What's happening to her?" I ask him, unaware that Elena is still there. "She's transitioning" I gasp.

"Wait. You know?" Elena asks. I spin to her, eyes widening. We both turn to Stefan and yell.

"SHE KNOWS?!"

Stefan looks up the stairs, wondering if the boys heard anything. Elena turns to me, angry. "You knew, about Vampires! You knew about Stefan and Damon! How long?" I bit back my bottom lip and cross my arms.

"For awhile now. Since the comet" Her eyes bulge. "That was weeks ago! You knew about Caroline! The bite marks on her. Why didn't you do anything" I want to laugh but instead I yell.

"What did you want me to do! I'm human Elena! And Damon is a vampire! Did you want me to tell Liz, do you know what he would have done? He would have either compelled her to leave and forget about what I said and kill me. Or killed her and then killed me! I didn't see an option"

"But you could have told me!"

"I couldn't Elena! I'm sorry I don't revolve around you like everyone else! I'm sorry for not revolving around you like the sun you are!

You aren't the only one dealing with shit Elena! I just found out my mother died at the hands of a vampire. I don't even remember what the vampire looked like or who it was cause they compelled me to forget!

And now I lost the only parental figure in my life at the hands of another vampire. So excuse me for not following protocol!" I yell, my voice breaking at the end. She stares at me, widening in shock.

I don't even realize I'm crying till I taste the salt on my lips. I look away from her and wipe my tears with my sleeve. I turn to Stefan.

"How-how does she finish her transition?" I ask. He sighs and takes a step closer.

"She has to feed on human blood"

"And what if she doesn't?" I ask weary of the answer.

“She'll die"

[video-killed-the-radio-host]

Heartbeats on the Airwaves ch10

so uh long time no chapter huh? It has been like six months since I’ve updated this so uh....yeah.

Carlos didn't want to leave Cecil's bedside, but he had a job to do. He needed a shower and to check on his patients. He also needs a super strong coffee.

Kevin only left Cecil's bedside to go to work. Cecil's sister Abby had shown up after she got off work, promising that her husband Steve would be by with Janice when she got out of school. Carlos stops and squeezes Kevin's shoulder as he passed. The half asleep dancer gives a small smile before closing his eyes once more. Carlos then drops a kiss on top of Abby's head but the blonde was dead to the world. He gave a small smile before stepping into the hall and closing the door softly behind him. 

He heads straight to the locker room and strips down, showering quickly before changing into new scrubs. Then he heads to the cafeteria. He hated their coffee but it didn't feel right to go to Earl's coffee shop without Cecil. With a grimace, he downs most of the coffee before stepping into the elevator. He rids up and steps out into the nurses station, spotting one of his best friends, Alec Stewart leaning against the counter. He looks up as Carlos approaches. 

"Hey Mendez. Heard about Cecil. How's he doing?"

Carlos sighs a little. "No change."

"Oh man. That sucks."

"I don't know what I'm going to do."

"You could give your baby sister a hug." A new voice says behind the pair.

Carlos turns with a gasp. "Dee! What are you doing here?"

"Well I heard about Cecil and I know that you try to carry it all by your lonesome but I won't let you. Not this time. Because this is a big deal."

"Dee-"

"Don't you 'Dee' me. I'm here for you so c'mere." She holds out her arms. "Let your guard down for a minute."

Carlos walks into the hug, holding her close. She hugs him tightly. 

“He’ll be okay.” She murmurs.

“He has to be. Because I don’t know what I’ll do if he’s not.”

“You won’t have to know because he will get better. He’s too stubborn to die and too stubborn to let his bitch of a boss have the last laugh.”

Carlos gives a tiny smile. “You are absolutely right.”

“I know I am. Okay I have to go sleep. I’m exhausted but I had to see you. Can we do dinner later? Tonight maybe?”

Carlos gives a  chuckle and a nod. “I get off at six. I’ll pick you up at six thirty?”

“Fine by me, But no pizza this time. I had it everyday the past week. Perks of being a college student I suppose.” Dee says with a sigh and a yawn. “Okay, I’m gonna go before I pass out right here on the floor.”

“I’ll see you tonight.”

“Don’t be late!” Dee called over her shoulder. 

Carlos watches as Dee disappears into the elevator before turning back to Alec. The peds surgeon raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Carlos asks.

"You didn't tell me your sister got all the looks in your family. You've been holding out on me Mendez." 

Carlos rolls his eyes. “Watch it. That’s my baby sister you’re talking about.”

“You think she’d go out with me?” Alec asked with a raised eyebrow. He pushes off the counter and stretches his arms up over his head.

“You can ask but don’t come crying to me when she rejects you.” Carlos grins. “Oh the new class of interns starts today.”

“New blood! This is going to be fun. Does Rochelle know?”

“If she didn’t last night, I’m sure she does now.” Carlos chuckles and shakes his head. “Come on. They’re waiting and I have patients to check on.” He glances over his shoulder toward Cecil’s room once more before following Alec.

-----.-----

Lauren drums her fingertips on the shiny top of her desk. The fact that Cecil was comatose and not dead really put a damper on her week. And where was Tyler? This is the second time he's stood her up. He was probably at that club again with that whore. Men, as a whole, were a disappointment. With a sigh, she stands and leaves the office. She pulls out her phone as she walks, dialing Tyler’s number. Voicemail. Damnit. She grips the phone with the urge to throw it. She calls again. Voicemail. Again. This time, she does throw it. The phone hits the wall across the lobby and  clatters to the ground, making interns scatter.Fine. I’ll find him myself.

-----.-----

Kevin scans the room as he moves across the stage. He wonders if Tyler is here right now. Suppressing a shudder, he drags one hand down his torso as he rolls his hips. Hooking his thumbs under his shorts and leans back against the pole, his eyes still scanning the room. There. In the corner. Tyler was sitting, watching him and sipping idly on what was likely whiskey. Going through the dance muscle memory so he doesn’t really notice as he moves, anxiety spiking. Before he knows what is happening, his hand slips and he’s falling. He hits the ground, back first. He groans softly in pain before forcing himself to go on, switching from the choreographed dance to improve to cover up the fall. He pushes his hips up, climbing up the pole elegantly until he was upright again. Tossing out a flirty smile, Kevin bends at the hips, brushing his fingers through his hair before twisting a lock around his finger. He’s trained to keep his expression happy, hiding the pain. That seemed to work well., No one seemed worried. Near the stage, was a bachelorette party. Maybe that was his salvation. His safety net. When his song ends, he leaves the stage and makes his way over to the group. Just before he gets to the table, an arm around his waist pulls him away. His brain’s first response is that it’s Tyler and fight or flight. Then realizes if he fights, Tyler will hurt him more. 

Kevin is pulled gently into a room that he didn’t recognize but was likely a break room of sorts. He looks around in confusion. “W-” He turns and his gaze falls on one of the bartenders. The other man is a little shorter than Kevin himself but muscled enough he can easily take Kevin down without much trouble. His salt and pepper hand was a bit messy, likely due to moving quickly behind the bar. 

Kevin backs away, a new fear filling him. The room was empty except for the two of him and the bartender had shut the door. “I-I’m-”He swallows quickly. “Please ...don't….”

“Woah hey.” The bartender says gently, putting his hands up. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He moved to the sink and gets a glass of water, offering it to Kevin. Kevin slowly takes it, deciding it best to not make this man mad. He sips at the water, not realizing how dehydrated he was until then.

“I should probably explain.” The bartender gives an embarrassed laugh. 

Kevin is quiet, watching him. The room was cold unlike the rest of the club so at this point so Kevin was covered in goosebumps and shivering slightly. 

“I’m Charles, head bartender but that’s...not really important. Um...the reason I pulled you away is because I was worried about you.”

“Why?”

“Because I saw how you looked at that guy in the corner. You were obviously terrified. I’ve also noticed that’s not the first time he’s been in here or how’s he’s treated you.” Charles pauses. “I saw how you looked when you left last week after he…..requested you.” He said ‘requested’ as if it were a question.

“I can take care of myself.” 

“I ...don't doubt that. But I figured if I can save you for one night, I should.”

“I don’t need your help. I can handle bad patrons. He’s not the worst I’ve had.” A lie, but Charles doesn’t need to know that.

“I’m only trying to help.” Charles puts his hands up. 

“It’s the bouncer’s job to keep me safe. Not the bartender’s.” Kevin says flatly, despite being actually grateful to be pulled away. 

“How about the owner’s?” Charles asks with a raised eyebrow. 

Kevin laughs. “Why would the owner care? I’ve never even met the guy.”

Charles chuckles in amusement before opening his wallet and offering a business card. Kevin takes it due to curiosity. That curiosity dies as Kevin reads the card. The color drains from Kevin’s face as he looks back up at the other man. 

“I-I-I’m…” Shit. Panic starts to fill Kevin. Shit. Shit. Shit. “P-please don’t fire me. I need this job. I’m sorry. Please don’t fire me.”

“Kevin.” Charles settles his hands on Kevin’s shoulders. “I’m not going to fire you.”

“You aren’t?”

“No.” Charles laughs softly. “I’m giving you the night off.”

“But....”

“Hm?”

“As much as I’d love to accept, I have to work tonight. My brother is in the hospital and his insurance isn’t the best…”

“Tell you what. Why don’t you go get dressed? I’ll take you to breakfast and comp you for tonight.”

Kevin studies Charles for a moment, suddenly self conscious. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”

Charles laughs again. “I didn’t expect you to.”

Kevin studies him for a moment more. “Alright.” He stands. “I’ll meet you out front?”

“I’ll be there.” Charles nods as Kevin leaves the room. 

Kevin steps into the hall and takes a deep breath. That was a terrifying experience. With a sigh, Kevin starts towards the changing room. He’s almost there when he feels a hand slap his backside. Kevin jolts and turns quickly. The hall is empty. Weird…. Shrugging it off, Kevin pushes into the dressing room. He quickly  changes from the pastel yellow short shorts and starts to unwind the thin criss crossing sash wound around his chest and torso. He coils it in his palm and puts both pieces and the pair of gold stilettos in his locker before changing into a pair of old jeans and a soft dark green t-shirt with a honey bee on it. He ran his fingers through his hair, watching the glitter rain to the floor, turning over his hand in front of his face. Well Charles is going to have to deal with it as he didn’t trust the showers here. 

Finally stepping into the hall, Kevin had stuffed what tips he had into his wallet and starts to make his way up front. He is almost there when he feels his backside grabbed again. He turns and catches his assailant that time. He looks up, and up again. Up into Tyler’s face. Tyler wore a smirk as if to say “what are you going to do about it?” along with his usual threat still hanging over head. Kevin presses his lips together, debating if he wants to retort or not. 

“Why are you so dressed down? Hiding the goods?” Tyler stepped forward, forcing Kevin to take a step back “You should dress like the whore you are.” He reaches for Kevin again but Kevin steps aside and out the door quickly. The door nearly hits Tyler but unfortunately doesn’t.

Once outside, Kevin looks around before finding Charles standing nearby with a cigarette. He turns toward Kevin with a small smile. “Ready?”

Kevin gives a small nod and looks back toward the door. Does he tell Charles what happened? Probably not important. Worse things have happened to him than getting grabbed by some asshole and being called a whore. Clearing his throat, Kevin gives a small smile. “Ready.”

(I promise to touch on the short Lauren scene in the next chapter)

[spunkyspy]

You're right that he didn't have great jury management, but he wasn't as bad as Paul imo. He at least tried to right some of his wrongs, while all Paul did was say, "oh that's just who I am you'll have to deal with it!" When people confronted him. I don't really remember Tyler having bad gbm's, except for his to Scottie. Are there more examples? Not saying you're wrong I just really don't remember.

What wrongs did he try to right though besides apologizing to Bay at the end (which was clearly too little too late?) and i think theres some confusion in me saying he didnt have good GBMs, i dont mean that he left nasty ones, i mean more that he didnt use them like he could have/should have, Josh style (his one to Scottie was AWFUL though we can agree). 

But imo Tyler lost the game with his treatment of Bay and Sam. 

With Bay, he NEVER should have let that blow up happen after the house meeting. The shit with the sunglasses and the tea was enough, but him letting her walk away from that fight THAT upset was a huge mistake. He should have just sucked it up and apologized and it really wouldnt have affected his game (L6 wouldnt have cared imo and it would have gained him some favor with the hive). It’s been a while, but iirc she wasnt even calling him out on game stuff really, just the personal treatment she received so just fucking apologize. The first juror plays such an instrumental role in setting the tone for the jury, look at Bay, Cody, and Day! Look at Shelli in bb17! She was there repping for Vanessa every week and they were already to vote for her (minus Austin) even though she sent them all there. Letting Bay walk out of that house and into the jury house furious with him was such a big mistake because she could have easily sat there and poisoned all of them against him (not saying she did, but they did have a voting pact at one time).

Sam I think was an even bigger mistake than Bay and she’s actually where I think he lost the game. Sam was VERY clear with Tyler that she just didnt want to be lied to. iirc she told him that if they were gonna vote her out to just tell her and she wouldnt be upset but just dont lie to her. imo, he should have just sat her down and told her “look, im sorry, but day 1 i made a deal with Kaycee and that’s what I have to move forward with. i care about you and the connection we made, and ive kept my word to you so far, but I have to do what’s best for my game at this point and i dont want you to be blindsided.” but he instead sent her to the jury house semi-blindsided where she had to learn a lot of that info from the hive/Brett/Angela, which was very Paul-esque of him. Theres also that video that I cant find rn of Sam talking to Tyler about Kaycee that should have been a MASSIVE red flag to him that he couldnt have beat Kaycee. 

I’ve seen people argue that the Machiavellian/mastermind/whatever you want to call it game cant win BB anymore, and i dont think that’s true, i think people are just playing them incorrectly. I think one fatal flaw that Tyler had (Paul too) was playing for TV instead of the jury. All those blindsides and gif moments that he thought he was making were great for TV sure, but that’s not how you win the game. He was more concerned with playing a game that would look good instead of one that would win him the game. I’ve said before too that I think Tyler tried to play a prejury game post jury and I still think that’s true too, but it ultimately doesnt matter how good of a game you played, and it damn sure doesnt matter how good your game looked on TV, all that matters is how the jury perceives your game and that’s largely on you as a player. Ik i keep mentioning her, but just look at Vanessa, she very much so played a mastermind game, but she would have won in any f2 scenario bc she was great at population control/jury management! I don’t think Tyler was as bad as Paul either, but they’re both in that same camp of being more concerned with being an “iconic” player instead of actually winning, at least imo, 

I literally didnt mean for this to be an essay so yall can save me all your “No ones reading that comments” ksjdflksdjf

[ilwinsgarden]

Character thing- A whole load to think about- Ian Chesterton, Barbara Wright, Jo Grant, Liz Shaw, Brigadier, Turlough, Donna Noble, Marty Mcfly, Beth March, Jamie (from Love Actually) Don't have to do all of them if you don't want to :D

SO many lol! OK, let’s go :)

Ian Chesterton

favorite thing about them - he’s intelligent, cares about other people (especially those he likes/loves of course), brave and . of course - handsome :). 

least favorite thing about them - hmm… don’t know really… maybe that he didn’t kiss Barbara when still in the Tardis so we could see it? ;D

favorite line - “It died a slow and painful death when those bats came out of the rafters. “ when answering Doctor’s “Where’s your spirit of adventure?” :D (well I don’t know maybe I could find some others, more serious but I can’t think of anything right now)

brOTP - hmm, can’t think of any to be honest, I mean they surely became friends with Doctor or Susan or Vicki but not not in that brOTP way I think so… *shrugs* don’t know

OTP - yeah , guess who lol. (Barbara of course :) )

nOTP - ummm… anyone else than Barbara? :D

random headcanon - he found a music room in the Tardis and went there from time to time to listen to all songs by The Beatles (and that’s how he knows Ticket to Ride, because they left in 1963 and Ticket to Ride is from 1965 :) ) (I actually this included in one fanfiction but is in hard WIP now and probably won’t be written soon so… yeah, just saying :) )

unpopular opinion - ?? I’m really bad at this point because I mostly have no idea what could be unpopular opinion, so don’t know. 

song i associate with them - Ticket to Ride of course lol what else! 

favorite picture of them - all of them? ok, so some close-ups with his great smile are always pleasure but I really like this one, it’s like portrait in the biography book or something :)

Barbara Wright

favorite thing about them - oh, as if I didn’t write this many times before… Well, she’s clever, confident, most positively down to earth (is that the right expression?), courageous, ready to help literally anyone in need… 

least favorite thing about them - maybe looks a bit too serious sometimes, though travelling on the alien ship is not much fun sometimes mostly so one can’t blame her I guess :) (or maybe it’s just my impression, don’t know)

favorite line - to be true I don’t know. (I looked at your answer and the one you listed is a good one, though I couldn’t think of anything of my own)

brOTP - I guess here goes the same answer as I wrote to Ian

OTP - with Ian of course who else

nOTP - and again I can’t think of anything in particular just “anyone else than Ian” lol (sorry for stupid answers!)

random headcanon - she goes to Tardis library to borrow some books to read before sleep

unpopular opinion - don’t know if it’s unpopular opinion (well it would by some people I guess), but I think she’s probably the best companion that the Doctor ever had.

song i associate with them - no particular song, rather some classical music

favorite picture of them - hard to choose, but let’s say this one

(maybe I could rather put the rest under the cut, since it would be too long post lol)

Jo Grant

favorite thing about them - she’s very friendly and warm-hearted and also ready to help anyone

least favorite thing about them - hmm… I don’t know… (guess that’s what I would answer by all of them lol, sorry!)

favorite line - (uh I probably shouldn’t have make this I’m such a crap with answering!)… I just don’t know… 

brOTP- the Doctor! (Third Doctor of course)

OTP - well not quite OTP but I shipeed her a bit with Mike Yates when watching Three era

nOTP - the Doctor

random headcanon - she tends to decorate Tardis interior either thematically like seasonal or something, or just randomly just trying to make “look nice” :)

unpopular opinion - She’s not stupid! (I think that would be unpopular opinion by lots of people who didn’t watch enough (or rather any) story with Jo)

song i associate with them - (guess what. Yeah, I don’t know). But probably something from 60′s (though she is 70′s companion)

favorite picture of them - 

Brigadier 

favorite thing about them - his patience with the Doctor perhaps lol

least favorite thing about them - trying to shoot at almost anything unknown

brOTP - the Doctor (Three)

OTP - none

nOTP - to be honest probably anyone %D

random headcanon - hm, I don’t think I would have some headcanons about Brigadier

unpopular opinion - again, no idea

song i associate with them - “Holding out for a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler (because of this fanvid :) )

favorite picture of them - I tried to find some nice pics with Brigadier’s “one eyebrow up” expression but I’m not patient enough so this is the best what I found before I ran out of my patience 

Liz Shaw

favorite thing about them - she is smart, confident and knows what she wants from her life

least favorite thing about them - she should have stayed longer (but that’s not her fault but makers of DW)

favorite line - ahem… *whispers* I don’t know… *runs away*

brOTP - Third Doctor :)

OTP - none

nOTP - don’t know, well surely not The Doctor or Brigadier

random headcanon - she started to wrote a diary when she was at UNIT (or returned to writing a diary, I imagine she would wrote it as a little girl too)

unpopular opinion - she’s not a flat character that is there only to look nice

song i associate with them - can’t think of anything sorry…

favorite picture of them

Turlough

favorite thing about them - don’t know if it makes sense as an answer to this question, but I relate to Turlough very much - surely the most of all companions

least favorite thing about them - his selfishness I guess? (but it’s again one of the things I can see I have in common with him)

favorite line -  in Big Finish audio Singularity when the Doctor asked him where his sense of adventure was, he answered “Back in the TARDIS. In a box marked ‘sense of adventure.” (reminds me a bit of what I listed here by Ian as a favourite line, though it’s not the reason I like it, I actually heard this before I started to watch One era)

brOTP - the Doctor, Nyssa

OTP - none (I used to listed Five/Trulough though even back there it wasn’t OTP to every detail, it was rather like very close friends with maybe some occasional cuddle somewhen)

nOTP - actually probably anyone lol

random headcanon - he goes to music room in the Tardis too, listening to Doors.

unpopular opinion - ?? again don’t know what could be unpopular opinion. Probably just the fact that he can someone’s favourite companion could be unpopular to some lol

song i associate with them - People are strange by Doors

favorite picture of them

Donna Noble

(wow, NuWho character, I mean it’s SO LONG that I watched some NuWho and even longer when I saw something with Donna lol. Ok, let’s try.)

favorite thing about them - the way she could enjoy things (or at least travelling with the Doctor) (I don’t know that’s what I remember %D)

least favorite thing about them - maybe bit too chatty sometimes? 

favorite line - “Don’t you ever change?” (not sure if it’s exactly like that, also maybe I would think of something else back years ago but that’s what come to my mind now; you know when they reunited and Donna noted that the Doctor has even the same suit on lol)

brOTP - the Doctor of course

OTP - none

nOTP - the Doctor (I guess it must be boring to read my answers? %D)

random headcanon - the Doctor made her forgot but Donna actually wrote a diary so one day when she finds it and read it she would remember all the travelling

unpopular opinion - don’t know if it’s unpopular opinion (but I think there were such thoughts among some fans I was around at the time long ago that would thought that - I mean they would thought the opposite, ok, I probably confused you completely, anyway!) - She’s not the first companion to tell the Doctor frankly when she didn’t like something he was doing. (yup, that was Barbara)

song i associate with them - probably nothing in particular

favorite picture of them

Marty McFly

favorite thing about them - well I think he’s pretty quick-witted (just found it in the dictionary, such a weird word!) and also that he learns his lesson at the end of the trilogy :)

least favorite thing about them - Jennifer (oops, sorry, Marty, I never quite liked her…)

favorite line - “Oh. One other thing. If you guys ever have kids, and one of them, when he’s eight years old, accidentally sets fire to the living room rug… go easy on him.“ (I mean, yeah, Marty nothing suspicious about it lol)

brOTP - dr. Emmett Brown of course

OTP - none actually 

nOTP - Jennifer. She’s just… I don’t know. Probably badly written %). I mean I used dislike her much more years ago and much less during rewatching lately but still… 

random headcanon - it’s weird (considering how big part of the fandom universe in my head BttF have been since the very first watching it) I probably have no headcanons. (maybe I sometimes imagined some better girl for him, though probably nothing more detailed)

unpopular opinion - ?? Maybe the thing I don’t think they fit together with Jennifer?

song i associate with them - Back in Time from the original soundtrack of course :)

favorite picture of them - all of them! ;D

Beth March (from Little Women, for the case someone didn’t know)

favorite thing about them - she’s very loving, caring, skilful and hardworking

least favorite thing about them - I guess she thought bit too much about everyone else and too little about herself (in various meanings of this)

favorite line - hmm, I don’t know, it’s rather whole scenes with her than some particular line.

brOTP - Jo March :)

OTP - eh, none I guess… but she could actually be such a great partner to anyone (well seen in the simplest way that she was such an angel; not everyone would deserve her though!)

nOTP - no one particular

random headcanon - I don’t think I had any…

unpopular opinion - oh that question again. Well I don’t know %D

song i associate with them - I think there was some song that reminded me of Beth but I can’t remember now. 

favorite picture of them - it’s a character from book so this is a bit tricky, nevertheless I wanted to find some nice pics from 1994 movie adaptation because Claire Danes is such a lovely Beth, but I couldn’t find any nice one (through Google and I’m lazy trying to find elsewhere or just go and screenscap some now), so hopefully you’ll forgive me there won’t be any picture by this character :) (I’d probably choose some picture with Beth by piano if there were some :) )

Jamie (from Love Actually)

favorite thing about them - he seems to be very nice and kind person

least favorite thing about them - maybe too kind sometimes? :)

favorite line - “ It’s lovely-lovely to see you all… and, er… I’m off, actually.” :D (I don’t know it by heart, I searched for it :) )

brOTP - can’t think of any

OTP - Aurelia of course lol!

nOTP - don’t know

random headcanon - he later wrote a book about his meeting Aurelia and it became bestseller :)

unpopular opinion - ?? (didn’t even answer this point at least once? lol)

song i associate with them - “Alone again” by Gilbert O Sullivan but probably only because he himself (sort of) mentioned it in the movie %D (no, not really, it just came to mind with this point)

favorite picture of them

(this is pretty random, I just choose from few pics that came out after googling “Jamie Love Actually” lol but I liked this picture the most :) )

Aaand.. that’s all! Yay! :)

Thanks for asking! (I’m not good at trying to express what i like or don’t like about something or someone but from time to time it could be a good exercise I guess :) )

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Secret Santa, Uhh I can try my best with this heist AU but uh if it's not too much trouble could you link an OC with references rather than a reader one. I'm so sorry I just don't know if i'll have too much time for the AU but i'll do my best honest I will. The refs would just be in case i'm so sorry.

All right, no worries about the heist AU then! You can write/draw something normal and cute, just regular Newt x OC! I think the one request I really have is that in some way it’s fluffy? I don’t really have a specific prompt in mind, just something sweet.

Below the cut I have facts about the OC I chose. She’s based on a character I created in a game I play, so there’s some info that comes from that (like the daggers part or a couple of the names in the excerpts I pulled). I hope this helps. If you have any questions/need any more information, lmk.

Catriona Hawke

• Eye Color: Light Green

• Hair Color: Red in Ponytail

• Skin Color: White

• Age: About 24-ish

• Gender: Female

• Height: About 5’6

• Faint Scar across Nose from fighting someone that made fun of her sister when they were younger

• Tattoo of a crow on her shoulder blade in memory of an old friend of hers

• Muscular from working out and working physically demanding jobs

• Has a bad shoulder that will hurt after lifting something heavy

• Very headstrong, not afraid to stand up for people she loves – this gets her in trouble sometimes, but she doesn’t mind as long as the people she cares for are safe

• Sharp-witted, clever, sarcastic to those she doesn’t know well

• Her sarcasm is softer, nicer, when she’s with people she knows well, and she’s often motherly toward them, sometimes bordering on overprotective. She’s definitely fiercely protective and would do anything to help someone she loves.

• She has one younger brother and sister – they’re twins (Ava and James). Catriona adores them, though she hesitates to admit it, preferring to tease them instead. She’s especially close with her brother; they used to pull pranks on their sister and other neighborhood kids when they were younger.

• She really doesn’t like touch, but doesn’t mind reaching out to touch a hand to comfort someone. The only person she’s truly comfortable with prolonged contact with is her sister and someone she’s in a long-term relationship with

• Catriona loves animals and would adopt an entire shelter if allowed

• She knows how to fight because of her father. He taught her how to fight with daggers in case she ever found herself in a bad situation when she grew up (he worried for her given her sharp tongue and boldness)

• Her mother passed away when she was young – about 14 – so she took on the role of helping her siblings and bringing in money for her father by working odd jobs

• She’s really bad at dealing with grief – will often just ignore it by working hard until it catches up to her and she breaks down in the arms of a friend or family member

• She tries to help people that seem to be struggling – will often give them money or offer them aid however she can, especially if they’re young like she was.

• She is horrendous at singing but still does anyway

• Broke her arm when she was ten by jumping off a swing

• She snores really loudly when she sleeps + she splays out and takes up the whole bed

• She’s actually loud in general

• Very staunch in her beliefs and will argue for them

• Has a good sense of humor and can take a joke well

• Loves traveling, but most especially loves seeing the ocean because of how vast it is. She loves the idea of just getting on a boat and setting sail and seeing where she eventually lands.

• Her favorite treats are sour candies, but if she was in the HP world, she would live and die for Butter beer

• Enjoys reading or having stories read aloud to her

• Can be lazy sometimes and wants to spend days off of work just napping on and off all day

Her personal theme song would definitely be something upbeat but positive like One More Time by I Prevail, esp. the lyrics Sometimes you gotta go down swinging, get up get up feel the kick drum beating one more time

Sarcastic/Witty Dialogue

“I told you she’s easy to fall in love with. A dream, a nightmare, a mess of a girl that everyone sees the worst in. Everyone but you. I could’ve warned you, I suppose, could have told you she’s use you and leave you but would you have believed me? I doubt it.”

“He’s not listening,” Cat hums in a sing-song voice, her gaze flickering to Samson for a brief moment, falling to the knife in his hand, to the already bloodied blade.

“Please, dear, don’t interrupt now. Not when I’ve almost changed his mind on you.”

Cat grits her teeth, hand clamped over the wound in her side, green eyes never straying from Tyler’s expression. “He doesn’t buy it. Any of it.”

Samson tsks his tongue, head slowly waving from side to side. “You’re wrong.”She forces a grin to her face, straightening her back and thrusting her shoulders as far back as the pain in her side will allow for. “Me? Wrong? Impossible, Tin. I’m always right. It’s honestly probably the most annoying thing about me.”

Though Cat says it with all the swagger she can muster, she watches Tyler intently, positive he isn’t being swayed but wary nevertheless. Samson’s manipulated stronger men than Tyler. She wouldn’t have him abandon her now.

Samson scowls. “Tin is a worthless nickname.”

“Oh? Is it? Then why didn’t you choose a better alias?”

Samson turns his attention to Tyler. “Why don’t you just get on with it, boy? Me or her?”

Breaking Down DialogueCat wraps her arms around her knees, drawing them to her chest as she stares at the worn toes of her shoes. “Fen is gone, and I’m alone.”

The sudden sobriety startles Ava into silence, the joke she’d been making left abandoned in her throat. “Cat—”

“He could be halfway around the world, Ave, and I can’t… I won’t…” The words catch, breaking on the knot in her throat. “He’s gone,” she whimpers once more before the tears that had been building for three full weeks finally break, rolling down her cheeks and filling her mouth with the taste of salt.

Ava draws her sister in, holding her and running a hand down her hair, murmuring useless words into the air, praying Fen returned soon.

Caring/Motherly Dialogue

Cat cocks her head, fingers running down Fen’s cheek. “You’re upset. What is it, what’s the matter?”

He shrugs her touch off his face, shaking his head. “It does not concern you.”

“But it could,” she murmurs, voice so fierce, so determined in its intent that he looks up, meets her eyes.

“Catriona, you need not worry. I can care for myself.”

“A little help couldn’t hurt, could it?”

“Would you accept help?”

She grins, attitude that he loves making its way past her care for a moment, “Not all of us are as wonderful as me, Fenris. Now tell me, what is it?”

He sighs, leaning back in his chair, the letter he’d been writing abandoned in front of him. “You really are a work of art, you know that? It… has to do with my sister.”

Cat falls into the chair next to him, brows creased in worry and confusion.

“You’ve heard from her?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“How is it unfortunate? I thought you’d like to hear from her.”

He tells her the tale, unweaves the narrative, tells her of the fear he has about a possible betrayal. By the time he finishes, she’s reached out to grasp his hand, her own touch warm and not unwelcome.

“I’ll be there, then. At your side. She won’t have a chance to hurt you, I swear it.”

He smiles despite himself, gaze falling to where she’s firmly clutching his hand. “I believe you, Catriona. Thank you.”

She squeezes his hand before standing. “I’m here for you, Fenris. For anything you need.”

He nods. “I understand.”