#tommy got the tattoo on a bet

[frogloinz]

Can we possibly have a Joel, Tommy and Sarah pic? Or a Tommy and Sarah, or a Tommy and Joel pic?

No pressure, of course.

the grip that this song has on white, southern men. anyway Tommy’s putting on breakfast and a show. he totally has a shitty “mom” heart tattoo.

[loveshotzz]

here's some dumb cute foxy shit.

Eddie pouts when he gets home from his shift at the bar, calling you from the dark green plastic phone in the kitchen -- cord dangling in curls on the wall. "Ed, baby, it's two in the morning," you mumble, sleep mostly speaking for you. "C'm'over," he says, you can hear the pout in his lips. You sigh into the receiver, "You c'm'over."

"I just got home, c'mon --" he mumbles, "Please?"

"I'm suh-leeping," you huff, "I'll leave the door unlocked." It doesn't take him long to make it there, coming into your bedroom to see you sitting up in bed with your lava lamp on in the far corner. He looks upset, a boyish glint shining back at you in his brown eyes. "Where's your green stuff?" he asks. "Green stuff?" you ask, trying to stifle a laugh, "Got plenty of green stuff in this apartment, you gotta be more specific honey." "I got a sunburn," he pouts, flicking your overhead light on. He pulls off his shirt, the bright red on his shoulders clashing against his stark white chest, "Rick made me and Harrington stand outside for the $5 marg bullshit." "Bet you had a lot of ladies come in tonight," you smile with a wink. You get up and take his hand, guiding him to the bathroom so you can fish out your bottle of Banana Boat Aloe Vera Gel. Your 'green stuff'.

"None as pretty as you," he flirts, "Sad you didn't stop by."

"I was busy," you shrug, bending over to rifle through a graveyard of forgotten products under the sink, "Aha!"

He can't help but stare, looking at the way your hips round out into your thighs, your cheeks peeking out from your boy short bottoms. The heat brewing inside of him makes his sunburn sting worse, like God is punishing him for his wandering eye. When you come back up he smiles at you in the softlight light of your bathroom, bouncing back on you in a bluish hue from the wallpaper you had him put up last month. "It's gonna be cold," you warn, looking him over while you rub some of the gel in your hands. He looks painfully delicious like this: flushed and shirtless with his tattoos on display, a sliver of his Tommy Hilfiger boxer's waistband inching out from the tops of his jeans. He wore his handcuff belt tonight for good luck, the better the belt the better the tips or something stupid like that. "S'fine," he shrugs off, blowing his bangs out from his forhead from his full bottom lip. A few strands float by his cheeks, the rest pulled up in a twist with a claw clip -- your eyes narrow -- your claw clip. "Shhhit," he hisses when your hands meet his shoulders. You can feel the heat buzzing off the burn, pouting in solidarity for him. "Poor baby," you coo. "I am a poor baby," he pouts back, "Really think I need a kiss to make it better."

But one kiss is never enough, pulling you in close so he can take over your lips with his own -- tongues meeting for a waltz that turns into a tango. Eventually, he gets you bent over the sink -- mumbling something about how maybe he needs some 'sexual healin''.

CAROL 😩😩😩😩😩 this is the cutest shit EVER.

He’s just a sweet lil babe with sunburn, all he needs is aloe and pussy to make him feel better and we’re gonna give it to him!

[indigosabyss]

Meanwhile, With Tommy and Kamran (Part 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Jeff wasn't sure what he was going to be met with when he came home.

After Rebecca's ominous text, he'd obviously called her, confused. And the answers he got really didn't feel like much of an improvement. He was still reeling from the story about the possibly-corrupt government-approved child torture lab escapees they were now harboring when he stepped inside his house.

To find one of said child torture lab escapees hovering by the kitchen door.

"Uh, hi!" he looked up, caught like a deer in headlights for a brief second before readjusting into an easy smile and crossing his arms in a facsimile of casualness. "I was just- y'know. Wondering if I could trouble you guys for a glass of water."

He really looked so much like William.

"Help yourself," he settled on saying. The boy beamed and darted in, so fast he was basically a blur, until he settled back outside the kitchen with two glasses of water. One he drank for himself, the other he handed to the other boy sitting on the couch, who wasn't even hiding his discomfort with the situation.

"Okay, boys, I've gotten some clothes for you," Rebecca entered the room with two sets of shirts and pants. "The jumpsuits are going to make it hard for you to blend in with other people. Kamran, any luck with your friends in Jersey City?"

"Her phone's off," the one who didn't look like William said, knee jumping a little.

"You really don't have to bother with this, Mrs K," the carbon copy assured. "I bet it's perfectly fine."

"Okay then, if you're sure. Wash up and change," Rebecca decided, "Bathroom's upstairs, left side of the hall. Stay the night, and we'll try and get you on a bus out tomorrow."

The two nodded, and Tommy left behind a silver and green trail, already vanished. Kamran followed at a pace actually traceable by the human eye.

Rebecca turned away to check her phone with a frustrated sigh, "And where's William?"

"You still haven't heard from him?" Jeff's concern was rising.

She shook her head. "Even Eddie isn't answering!"

Something clunked from the front of the house, and they both rushed to it, nerves worn thin.

Kamran was standing apologetically at the foot of the stairs. Which was now covered by a weird, translucent blue wall.

Jeff almost thought it was the boy's crystal powers, but the color wasn't right, nor was the wall spiky, like all the other constructs were.

This one, by all means, looked like a piece of glass, with some pattern engraved on it. Tommy appeared on the other side, pressing his hand against it, and marveling as it let him through. Only Kamran was stopped.

"I've never seen that before in my life," Jeff looked at it, hesitating to touch the thing too, but finding that his hand went through easily as well.

Kamran hummed, then rolled back his sleeve, to reveal a tattoo of some sort of writing in a script Jeff didn't recognize. That didn't matter as much as the fact that it was glowing.

"Ooh, what's this?" Tommy looked at it over his shoulder.

"Poetry from my mother's home. Love – through light – perseveres. Arabic script." he ran a hand over it. "When exposed to Noor, it turns into a type of protective enchantment."

"From stairs?" Tommy snorted.

Kamran didn't humor him, instead turning to Jeff and Rebecca with deadly seriousness. "Is there a witch in this house?"

[ihni]

(On AO3)

~~~

“This is stupid,” Steve said, because it was. It was monumentally stupid. “We shouldn’t be here. None of us really won the bet anyway so we shouldn’t have to do this!”

“Correction,” Billy said, not looking up from the folder he was leafing through. “Both of us were right, which means that both of us won the bet, which means that we’re both going to get our prize.” He held up a picture of a stylized snake that was wrapped around a sword. “What do you think of this one?”

Steve groaned. “I hate it. Billy, please. My mom will kill me.”

“Your mom didn’t even notice when Tommy drew on your face with permanent marker that one time and it didn’t wash away properly for a week. You’ll be fine. How about this one?” A bare-chested mermaid, this time, with tits the size of her head.

“Hard pass.”

Billy just grinned at him and continued looking through the binder. Sighing, Steve looked down at the binder that was open in his own lap, where he was supposed to find a tattoo design for Billy.

They’d been hanging out last week, drinking and shooting the shit. The TV showed some random program about the mob, and as they got more drunk they’d gotten wrapped up in a discussion about the cause of death of some famous mobster – Steve had claimed that the guy had jumped off a bridge and Billy had disagreed and said that he’d been gunned down. Steve had been so sure that his answer was the correct one, because he’d heard Dustin talk about it in the car and Dustin was never wrong about facts, and so when Billy – who was just as sure that his answer was correct – had issued the bet, he’d agreed.

The bet was that whoever was right got to pick a tattoo that the loser would have to get tattooed onto their body. Without seeing it beforehand.

Of course, a trip to the library the next day proved that they’d both been right – the mobster in question had jumped off a bridge in order to get away from people who had been sent to kill him, but he was shot while still in the air. His body had washed ashore a day later.

Naturally, Steve figured that that meant that neither of them had to get a tattoo. Billy, though, insisted that they’d both won, and that that simply meant that they got to pick a tattoo for each other. He did agree that they would each get to choose where on their body the tattoo would go, but refused to budge on getting the tattoo at all.

And, like, Billy was stubborn as hell, and could be persuasive when he wanted to. Proven by the fact that Steve was here, now, in a dingy chair at Dragon Ink Tattoo in Kokomo, leafing through page after page of ugly-ass tattoo designs.

What the hell was he getting himself into? He opened his mouth to say that he wasn’t going to do this, he refused, when Billy slammed his binder shut with a grin and leaned back in his chair. “I found one.” He looked smug as hell, and something like dread pooled in the pit of Steve’s stomach.

“Billy …”

“What? Don’t worry, pretty boy, this is perfect for you.”

Steve narrowed his eyes, trying to see into Billy’s mind what he’d chosen, but was – naturally – unsuccessful. With another sigh, he turned his attention back to the designs on the pages in his hands.

Had Billy picked something horrible? Something tacky or tasteless or obscene? Was Steve going to have to hide a topless mermaid tattoo when going to the beach for the rest of his days, now? Judging by the pleased smile on Billy’s face, he had something special in mind, so really what Steve should be thinking of was: what should he pick for Billy in retaliation? Should he be a dick right back? Pick the demented-looking rat who was smoking a cigarette, or the cartoon character with hairy legs and a trench coat, or …

He paused when he turned the page and a particular design caught his eye. This … this could work. Slowly, a smile spread over his face. When he looked up, Billy was watching him, and it might have been Steve’s imagination but the smile on Billy’s face was looking a little less smug now.

“You found something?”

“Yeah,” Steve replied. “I found something.”

“Alright,” Billy said and stood up to approach the tattoo artist – a ridiculously big guy who had introduced himself as Tiny Tom – to let him know they were ready.

Steve honestly just wanted to get it over with, so while Billy offered to go first, Steve pushed past him and sat down on the bench, pulling up the left leg of his khaki pants and taking off his shoe and sock.

“Calf,” he said, and Tiny Tom shrugged and got to work shaving the hair off in the spot Steve had indicated. He figured that whatever the tattoo would be, he could hide it under his pants, and even though his shorts day might be over, he’d at least be able to go shirtless in the summer.

The pain of having a tattoo done wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it also wasn’t as bad as he’d feared. Maybe it helped that he’d been in worse pain plenty of times before in his life. As per their agreement, he didn’t look down once, as they were to reveal their tattoos at the same time. He couldn’t help noticing, though, that Tiny Tom seemed to keep to a relatively small area. The fact that it didn’t even take half an hour to complete, indicated that at least it wasn’t a very complicated design.

So, probably not the mermaid.

(Could still be a dick, though.)

When the tattoo was done and had been covered up, Billy happily laid down on the bench Steve had just jumped down from, and pulled his jeans down just enough to point at his left butt cheek. “Here!”

Steve bit his lip at how fitting that placement was for the design he’d chosen, but didn’t let anything show on his face. A part of him wished he’d thought of that, too – it was much easier to hide a tattoo on one’s butt than on one’s leg, after all – but then he figured that he wouldn’t have felt as comfortable as Billy to just pull down his pants like that, anyway.

This tattoo took a little longer, probably since Tiny Tom was using colors this time (he hadn’t, with Steve’s) but they were done in under forty-five minutes. The tattoo was wrapped up, just like Steve’s had been, and they listened to the instructions on how to care for their new tattoos the upcoming weeks, and then they paid (for each other’s tattoos, as had been a part of the bet) and left.

They’d driven here in Steve’s BMW, so Steve got into the driver’s seat and couldn’t help noticing – to his amusement – that Billy sat down very gingerly in his seat, and kept squirming when the car drove over a couple of potholes.

“Regretting the placement?” Steve couldn’t help but quip, but Billy only grinned in reply and said;

“Never.”

By unspoken agreement they went to Steve’s place, since his parents weren’t home. They went up to Steve’s room, where Billy immediately placed himself in front of the mirror with an “Okay, let’s see what you came up with!” and started unbuttoning his pants.

“I guess you’ll go first, then,” Steve muttered, but didn’t try to stop him. He was pretty eager to see Billy’s reaction to his choice, and to get a chance to explain his reasoning, as he was pretty damn proud of it.

Billy pulled his jeans and underwear down and carefully peeled off the plastic wrap over his new tattoo. The skin was shiny and red, but the tattoo was perfectly visible and Steve admired both the little image and, honestly, the rest of Billy’s ass on display.

“What … what is that?” Billy said and backed up against the mirror, looking over his shoulder to get a better look.

“It’s a bumblebee,” Steve said, a little nervously, looking at Billy’s face in the mirror and trying to gauge his reaction. “Because, well, obviously you’re Bee, right,” That made Billy’s lips twitch in an aborted smile, “and also, remember when we watched Ferdinand the Bull and you said that the bumblebee was the fiercest character in the movie?”

It had been a lazy Saturday a couple of months ago, when they’d gotten high and watched cartoons together, and seeing Billy cry while watching ‘The Fox and the Hound’ had probably been the moment when Steve fell in love with him for real. But he couldn’t just say that, so instead he cleared his throat and continued, “And, well, it’s perfect that you put it where you put it, actually, since the bumblebee in the movie stung Ferdinand on the butt, and also because you can be such a pain in the ass –“

He didn’t get further before Billy turned around and swatted at him playfully, while Steve – giggling – tried to evade him. He was relieved, because Billy didn’t look angry. Looked downright pleased, actually, if the way he was visibly trying (and failing) to tamper down on a smile was any indication. Eventually Billy gave up trying to fight it, and let a smile through.

“It’s cool,” he said. “I like it. I maintain that that bumblebee was the fiercest character, by the way. Fought someone way bigger, and won.” Then he nodded to Steve’s leg. “Your turn.”

Steve wouldn’t admit that he was nervous as he rolled up the fabric of his pants and started peeling off the plastic – he really didn’t want to live the rest of his life with a crudely drawn dick on his leg – but what he found underneath was not at all what he expected.

No dick. No mermaid. No cartoon guy in a trench coat.

Instead, on the side of his calf, were the outlines of a crown, with hints of details at the edges. It wasn’t big, just a couple of inches across, and it was simplistic and tasteful. Out of all the designs that Steve had looked at in the folders at the tattoo parlor, this was probably the only one he would have picked out for himself.

“It’s a crown,” Billy said, as if Steve couldn’t see that, and when Steve looked up he was fidgeting and fiddling with his necklace. Nervous, Steve thought. “Because uh, I read somewhere that Steven means ‘crown’, and also you’re King Steve, so …” He gave a one-shouldered shrug that was a bit too jerky to look casual. “Yeah. Thought it’d suit you.”

Steve looked down at the crown again. He felt something warm unfold in his chest, and couldn’t help smiling when he let a finger trace just over the outlines of the tattoo, not letting it touch the skin, as per Tiny Tom’s instructions.

“I love it.”

“Really?”

Looking up, Steve found something hopeful on Billy’s face, as well as cautious hesitation. And that just wouldn’t do. Pulling him closer by a grip on his shirt, Steve smashed his lips into Billy’s. When he let go of him, a few seconds later, he leaned back just enough to be able to get a good look at his flushed face and thoroughly enjoy the sight of Billy’s tongue darting out to chase the taste of Steve on his lips.

“Yeah, really.”

~~~

@harringrove-flip-reverse-it

[zablife]

LEE!!!!

Congratulations on your milestone 🎉🎉🎉

I apologize for not being on my top A-game on Tumblr and sending this to you so late, but also need to add that once I saw your Sleepover Post, I was incredibly distracted by the gif you included 😂

And I kept staring at Tommy's tattoo and wanted to know if you think our guy would add any more ink once he got together with his lady? Yes/no? Where/what?

Hi Cia!! I can't fault you for being distracted bc his chest is a beautiful sight to behold 😍 Tysm for sending me another equally mouthwatering GIF to obsess over 🥵 Now on to your question...

I could see Tommy adding more ink regardless of his partner's opinion. (Seriously, when has that ever stopped him?😂) He commemorates important life events like his betting license and marriage this way in canon so I think it's safe to assume he would continue the tradition. Imo he would look so hot with more and I would def encourage it if I were his girl 😉 How amazing would he look with a full sleeve? *swoon*

If we were together, I wouldn't ask for my name or initials as a replacement for the G and C on his bicep. Maybe he would get a variation of one of mine? I have a Pisces fish on my shoulder so prob that bc I like the idea of being represented by an animal or symbol with meaning known only to us. I think this would appeal to Tommy as well bc it ensures my safety after what he's been thru with Grace.

Zablife Sleepover

[flavored-soda]

thoughts on the finale 😭😭😭

as always spoilers below the cut

ISTG IF BOBBY DIES ISTG IF HE DIES ‼️‼️‼️

yea chris fucking yell at him.

buck is like “bro what the actual fuck?”

“he’s 13 not 5��� some of y’all needed to be reminded of that.

“i dont wanna break down the door buck i want him to open it” eddie…baby…😭

HEN 😭😭😭 STOP IT IM CRYING 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶

athena being athena already on the war path. but also i need her to take a fucking second for herself and for bobby. like don’t go get killed or injured please we all need you alive.

i was not expect hen to be the first one we see react to bobby but it makes sense. i love hen and athena scenes and we need more of them honestly.

athena said “bet.” and i love her for it 😭

OOOOHHH MADDIE’S GONNA CALL HEN AND CHIMMMM

i love that maddie has just been like “tattling” on everyone this season to make sure they don’t go do anything stupid alone

i really don’t want them to take the villian route with amir i just don’t want them too

“its just athena im off duty” sometimes i forget she’s literally angela basset and then she reminds me and im blown away every time

NO CUZ THAT NBA COMMERCIAL WAS VILE AND RUDE

we’ve been so focused on bobby that we totally forgot that athena lost the love of her life once (twice if you cant michael even tho hes not dead). she’s not gonna let that happen again. omfg this episode is KILLING ME.

OMFG THE CARTEL‼️‼️‼️ I FORGOT ABOUT THE CARTEL‼️‼️‼️

thank god they dont go the villian route thank fucking god 😭

the repeating of 14 minutes. the symbolism.

omfg athena don’t.

TELL HIM AMIR TELL HIM

goddamnit i love athena

IT BETTER BE BOBBY ON THAT PHONE ‼️

FUCK YEAAAAAAHHHHH ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ RAAAAAHHHH ‼️‼️‼️

ok ok ok but the parallel between christopher and denny. its small and probably nothing. but the fact that they both are locking themselves in their rooms over what can boil down to grief.

TOMMY LORE TOMMY LORE

“god i hope so” SIR?! SIR‼️tommy has a daddy kink confirmed?????

NO😭😭😭 I KNEW I WAS GONNA SOB I KNEW IT I JUST DIDN’T EXPECT IT FROM THIS 😭😭😭

but also i needed this arc and i think this the slap in the face that eddie needs. he needs to get help if he wants to save his relationship from becoming the one he has/had with his own father.

the photo sharing 😭😭😭

im not ready for s8 eddie. it’s going to be so bad and ugly. i can feel the tears and pain already.

MADNEY FOSTER PARENTS FOR THE FUCKING WIN‼️‼️‼️

IM SOBBING AGAIN 😭😭😭

“i dont think i can ever forgive you for what you did that night but i do think i can admire you fo what you’ve done since” getting that fucking tattooed on me. holy shit.

OH THANK FUCK I GOT SO SCARED FOR SECOND‼️

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT NEVER MIND

are you fucking kidding me??? we have to wait for season 8 to see how that fucking dickwad traumatizes them???

season 8 better be here fast.

[rainydaystudios]

DSMP HEADCANONS BC IM MAKING A ONESHOT BOOK RLLY SOON!

Every version of Wilbur all loved making friendship/charm bracelets but Alive and Revivebur kept it a secret. Ghostbur openly revealed to everyone else that Alivebur did it and he does it too and everyone got shocked. They all know that Rev probably makes them too but it’s one collective secret they have.

In Ranboo’s memory book, if you read it you can see how the hand writing gets progressively worse.

Tubbo speaks fluent sign because of the festival he got blow up with fireworks and is now 2/3 of DEAF.

Techno loves painting. Like, a lot. A lot a lot.

Techno can speak Latin, Spanish AND Dutch. He doesn’t talk about or speak those languages because he doesn’t wanna look like a nerd. Except when he’s with Phil though.

Glatt probably cam back through Ghostbur at one point just to say LGBTQ rights because people called him transphobic when he was president.

Schlatt would eat paper when he was president, this was a problem because he kept eating important documents.

Bad, Skeppy, Puffy, Karl, Tubbo and Sam all have a betting pool on literally anything and everything on the DSMP, even if they aren’t getting along in that moment they all show up every Friday for bet night. Sometimes others join too.

Revivebur has secret tattoos. (Specifically butterfly on his neck, the words ‘this was a dare’ on his forearm, the autistic symbol on his ankle and the LManburg flag somewhere on his back.)

Tubbo used to love fireworks, but now he can’t watch them because of the festival.

In prison, Dream had an imaginary friend before Techno came because he go lonely.

Adding onto the Revivebur tattoo thing, both Rev and Alive know/knew how to give stick N poke tattoos and once Rev was, well, revived he got his hands on a tattoo gun.

When Alive died Tommy developed a drug addiction (I’m actually pretty sure this is canon too.)

George made a flower crown for XD and he loved it so much he never took it off.

Sam probably smells like gunpowder.

Schlatt was really fascinated by space, but never told anyone.

This is just a bit of a personal one, Schlatt wasn’t abusive to Quackity. More short tempered than anything.

Every version of Wilbur owns a lot of candles.

On top of the last one, Schlatt isn’t a pyromaniac to say, but really likes fire. One time Schlatt, Tubbo, Fundy and Quackity had a bonfire and Schlatt zoned out so hard just staring at the fire.

Techno loved Michael.

I’m just going to list it out bc I thought this bit deserved its own section:

[DSMP STIM HEADCANONS

Alivebur would pick at things like his own skin, his hair or basically anything he touched.

Techno plays with his hair a lot and he repeats little noises over and over, specifically behp.

Phil would shake a lot, not nervously but just because.

Tommy would get really bouncy, like bumping his legs up and down and jumping in place.

Dream would crack his neck a lot and pop his jaw.

George would constantly adjust his glasses and bite the sides of his fingers.

Sapnap would flick a lighter, even if he didn’t have one he’d just pretend like he did.

Bad would do the flappy hands at things he got excited at.

Quackity would pull it his hoodie strings or sleeves.

Schlatt would mess around with his non canonical rings that we all collectively agree he wears and would make goat noises, but only when he would be alone or with the cabinet. He would also always whistle.

Niki would hit her wrists together or just tap her hands on whatever she’s around. ]

DSMP STIM HEADCANONS OVER

[NOW ONLY SCHLATT HEADCANONS FOR A BIT BC I CAN

Schlatt could only wear zip up hoodies or button ups because anything else would get caught on his horns.

Schlatt would show up drunk to speeches and most times you could tell

He always smells like alcohol or cigarette smoke

He can dance really good. I will fight who ever disagrees with this one it’s my favorite.

Since he’s a ram, he can do anything rams do. Like eat paper from a previous one, but also look down and still see whats going on infront of him.

ok Schlatt section is done]

Karl loves flowers. Don’t ask why, it just fits.

Techno pierces ears really good. Because of this fact, he has a bunch of piercing, mostly on his ears but in other places too.

When Alive died and became Ghostbur, Tommy started selling drugs to honor his dead brother.

(My Wattpad is Rainy Day Studios so in case you wanna stick around for the upcoming oneshot book go follow)

[mondscheinprinzessin]

do you want to hear a stupid idea I just had while trying to listen to my teacher whose class I actually like a lot?

new crack ship discovered specially for you: Din Bua/Jules + Aleksi. That's it, no plot or anything, that's all I've got. Maybe they bond over *checks notes* tattooes and their hair? Eye make-up? Being Laura's type? (oh god if this was a fanfiction.net/wattpad fic circa 2010 they'd look at the reader now and ask who the hell is laura). idk, maybe your bua has a pet too? I want to say Joonas + bmth shirt guy (and olli + live love laugh and drummer boy + tommi?) are bonding and watching them with popcorn and sunglasses on on a park bench, either as annoying friends being annoying or with a clipboard like scientists studying two emo metal pop dudes on a first date or non-date. Robin too. also Rilla's there of course.

oh hmmmm🤔 This is sparking something in the most funniest way. Like I'm not interested in cross overs, or randomly shipping two people, but somehow this would be funny. I can see something there.

A tour together with Lonely Spring as the support...Aleksi and Julian spend some time together and discover they're fairly similar..."oh you wanted to get a tattoo on tour as well? well let's do it together"..."omg is it a date?"...kiss kiss bang bang

To put it in the most eloquent way. Throw in some friends betting on when they will get together, both friend griups gossiping about their bandmember to the other band, parents Joel and Niko watching it all unfold while trying to hold the tour together, Rilla is confused why she has to share Aleksi's attention now.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 614, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1133

When we got back home again, Elizabeth pulled steaks out from the freezer in the garage to thaw for dinner while Peter took Katie upstairs to the master bathroom for a soak in the tub. I followed behind with a conga line of babies pattered close behind me, little girl and Baby Tommy in the back to help the younger babies up the stairs.

I entered the master bedroom, calling out for little girl and Baby Tommy to go grab pajamas from Katie’s bedroom while I helped their big sister make herself nice and sparkling clean.

“Hey there, mo stór,” I greeted her with a smile, stepping into the bathroom to help her undress. “Are you excited for your surgery tomorrow?”

“No,” she meeped nervously as she chucked off her jean shorts and panties before relaxing into the tub as I turned the water on. “I’m scared.”

“Do you want to talk about why you feel scared?” I asked her in a gentle voice, throwing my red curls up into a messy topknot and getting down onto my knees to tend to my injured daughter.

“Will I be awake?” she asked me in a concerted little voice.

“No, you won’t be awake during the procedure,” I hummed, taking a new washcloth from the cupboard over the toilet and squeezing my scented body wash onto the rough fabric. “You will be given a medication to knock you out, and you will also be numbed, so you shouldn’t feel anything while you are asleep.”

“Oh, okay.” Here, she looked a bit more at ease as I began to wash at her back. “Can Jing had her foot operated on, too?”

“I bet you can ask the surgeon tomorrow, okay?” I smiled, also getting the back of her neck and shoulders. “I think I have a hospital gown pattern for American Girl dollies somewhere in my study. After we’re done here, I’ll go into my study and look for it- I bet you can hand stitch it and make it look nice and pretty for Jing!”

I then handed Katie the washcloth to finish washing herself, looking up as little girl and Baby Tommy appeared in the doorway. Babby Tommy clutched at Katie’s pajamas in his hands and little girl was toting Jing in her arm.

“Thank you, sweet babies!” I smiled at them, instructing little girl to go place Jing onto the bed and Baby Tommy to put Katie’s pajamas onto the toilet.

“Mommy? Katie booboo needs kissie kiss kiss?” Baby Tommy asked, toddling up to me with his fist in his mouth.

“Katie’s foot needs to be fixed by the doctor tomorrow,” I broke down, pushing his sweet baby curls from his hazel blue eyes. “Do you remember when mommy had her appendix removed?”

“Just like that?” he babbled, leaning deeper into my mommy touch.

“Something very similar to that will happen with Katie,” I informed him, pressing a simple kiss to his sweet baby brow. “You will need a haircut soon enough!”

“NO!” he screamed before turning and speed toddling out of the bathroom, loudly chanting “NONONONONONONONONO…-”

“Baby Tommy, do you want to look like daddy?” I called out, utterly amused by his adorable baby antics.

“Mesies daddy’s mini me!” Baby Tommy screamed from the other room, causing for me to erupt into laughter and I had to take a minute to collect myself once more. “Mesies no haircut!”

“Alright, I get it!” I cackled wildly as Katie rinsed the soap from her body.

“Mommy, can you help me wash my hair?” Katie asked me.

“Of course, mo stór.” Here, I stood and grabbed my shampoo and conditioner bottles and found a pitcher underneath the sink. “What is the first thing you’ll do after your surgery tomorrow?”

“Climb a tree,” she answered at once. “I really want to climb a tree.”

“You know something, your daddy built a treehouse in the backyard a couple of years ago,” I remembered all of a sudden. “While you’re recovering, I do think I can get him to go up and do some touch ups.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to make me do anything.”

Little girl and Baby Tommy let out joyful screeches, and I knew without a doubt that Peter had swooped down and scooped them into his muscular arms.

“ATTACK!” screamed little girl, signaling the charge on her beloved Papa Pete.

“Oh little girl, you are an icon!” I chortled as I pored shampoo onto my hand before beginning to massage Katie’s scalp.

“Mommy, something just occurred to me!” Katie suddenly piped up with. “When you had your appendix removed, why didn’t the doctor hurt Baby Violet Marie?”

“Well, because the doctor went through eight years of medical school and two years of residency,” I commented dryly. “I trust the doctors who work on our family.”

Just not male doctors, I shuddered, remembering back to where I had my rape kit conducted at age eleven. The doctor on staff had been a male and I was screaming and crying so much that I had been knocked out with medication.

I forced myself back to the presence, where Katie was tilting her chin up to make it easier to me to rinse her curls.

“I love you, mo stór,” I murmured lovingly to her.

“And I love you mommy,” she answered with her eyes shut.

Oh my heart.

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

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To Be Alone | Tommy Shelby x OC | Chapter 13

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Celia wakes up in bed with Tommy and they share some kisses and stories about their past. Then she spills her relationship news to Sophia. Celia has a run-in with The Digbeth Kid at the Garrison, and then runs out into the rain when a family meeting gets to be too much to handle.

Warnings: smoking, drinking, language, familial arguing, description of a panic attack

Word Count: 3850

A/N: Tommy and Celia are officially together, and I’m loving them already!! I hope you’re enjoying reading as much as I’m enjoying writing!

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Celia awoke the next morning to the smell of cigarette smoke and the feeling of a warm body underneath her. Her eyes opened to focus on her hand, which was splayed against a bare chest. The same chest her head was half-resting on. She smiled as thoughts of last night came back to mind, her body subconsciously moving closer to Tommy's.

"Morning, love," he spoke when he felt her move, his voice hoarse. "How did you sleep?"

"Mmm, good morning, Tommy," she breathed, tilting her head slightly to peer up at him. He looked equally as breathtaking now as he did when he was dressed in his fine suits. His hair was mussed slightly, and his blue eyes were bright as he looked down at her. A cigarette hung lazily from his lips as he smiled at her. "I slept just fine. How about you?" she asked him then.

"I slept for once. No sounds of shovels," he answered, a tone of contentedness laced into his words. Celia's heart swelled at him saying that. She was happy she was able to bring him a sense of calmness.

"I'm happy to hear that," she smiled up at him.

Tommy wished he could stay in this moment forever. With her laying against him, her hair splayed out on the pillow above, her eyes bright and glimmering. "I can't help but think you're the reason behind it," he spoke, taking the cigarette in between his fingers and blowing out the smoke before he leaned down to kiss her forehead. Celia closed her eyes, smiling at the feeling of his lips pressed to her skin.

He pulled away and she wanted more, so she scooted up in the bed slightly so that she could be more level with him. Her hand moved to the space where his neck met his collarbone as she leaned in to kiss his lips. She quickly tasted the cigarette he was smoking, but didn't mind it, as it only added to the dizzying nature that his kisses produced. Tommy broke away from her with a slight chuckle before his eyes met hers. "Might need you to live with me so that I can wake up to that everyday," he breathed, his nose bumping against hers due to the closeness.

Celia couldn't help but giggle, "if you play your cards right, you will," she teased then.

"Then you must know that I'm a betting man who never shies away from a challenge," he told her, leaning in for another kiss then.

She moved back down on the bed to rest her head against his chest then, her fingers drawing lines between each of the freckles that were littered across it. "What does this tattoo mean?" Celia questioned then, her fingers moving over the black rays that had been permanently etched into his skin.

She felt Tommy peer down at her before he cleared his throat and spoke, "'s supposed to be a sun's rays. I've had it for a while now," he explained, and she nodded her head as much as she was able to with it being pressed to his skin.

"You've one on your arm too," she remembered from when he was undressing the previous night, "does that one have a special meaning?"

"I got that one right after the war. Some of the men in my company got it also, signifying our service. The other one is newer, from when our business became legal," he explained his other two tattoos.

"I like them," she whispered, "they tell the story of who you are," she pressed a kiss to the tattoo on his left pectoral. "Does your scar still hurt you?" she questioned then. When she lifted her head from his chest, she noticed the scar she first saw last night. It took the shape of a circle that was the size of a coin, the skin of it slightly pinker than the rest of his chest.

"Not really. Sometimes it's sensitive, others there's not much feeling there," he answered nonchalantly.

"You were shot?"

"Yes. In a dispute a few years back. Bullet was a through-and-through, so I've got a scar on my back where it exited," he explained how he'd gotten it. "But enough about me, love," he stated, moving in the bed so that he could turn to be on his side and facing her. She smiled at him, closing her eyes out of happiness as she reveled in the feeling of his hand rubbing her arm gently, her legs now tangled with his. "What happened to you here?" she heard him question, his fingers tracing the part of skin where she knew the only major scar she had was. He must've been able to see it due to the shirt she was wearing hanging off of her shoulder enough to expose it. She couldn't help but laugh as she remembered how she got it. Tommy was confused, immediately thinking of danger or violence when scars were mentioned. Laughter wasn't something that was produced by either of those words.

"My brother did that to me," she started, her giggles seizing, "we were much younger and he used to be rather rough with me. One day we were arguing about who would be getting the first plate of food, believe it or not, and he shoved me back into the dining table. I cut my shoulder alongside it. It wasn't that big when I was little, but it grew as my arm did," she concluded her story with a smile, still reminiscing on when life was better, easier. Although as of last night, life had been pretty good.

"Well that's an interesting backstory," Tommy chuckled slightly as he willed himself to calm down, the feeling of anger boiling inside of him at the idea of someone doing something to her.

"Yep, and now I've always got something to remember my brother by," she smiled over at him and he returned one, reaching to push a misplaced strand of hair behind her ear. "I love being here with you, Tommy, but I have to get to my job at the hospital," she said to him then, watching the smile fall from his face, and giggling as he pushed her gently to have her lay on her back so that he could press his face against her chest. "If I'm not there, Sophia'll be thinking I've been kidnapped," she continued, running her hands through Tommy's hair as he clutched onto her waist. "Tommy, please," she begged him when he didn't move, and he mumbled something incoherent to her. "You let me go now and I promise I'll see you later," she wagered with him, although she was quite loving the position she was in. She had the leader of the Peaky Blinders laying on her breast like a child. How did she end up here?

"You'll come to meet me at the Garrison?" he asked her finally after a few more moments of silence. He lifted his head then so his eyes could meet hers. She nodded to him then, a smile on her face. "I'll get up then. Have some business of me own to get to," he added, pushing himself off of Celia and off of the bed completely, allowing her to sit up properly.

She stood from the bed then, watching as Tommy grabbed a new pair of pants and undershirt to wear. He put them on his body before he got Celia's dress from the ground and handed it to her. "Thank you," she smiled, going about putting it on and getting it settled before she sat back down to put her stockings on. "The rest of my things are downstairs. I'll see you later, Tommy," she smiled at him as he stepped forward for one last kiss. He pulled away then, leaving her wanting another, but she knew she had to leave. So with soft goodbyes shared, Celia left the bedroom and exited his house.

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Thankfully the hospital required all of its staff to wear a uniform, because Celia didn't think her wrinkled dress would have passed as satisfactory. She got herself busy, only stopping her cleaning of one of the empty rooms when she heard the unmistakable clicking of Sophia's heels coming down the hall. "So when are you going to tell me?" she asked the moment she got to the doorway.

"Tell you what?" Celia asked as she continued to make the bed, barely looking up to see her friend.

"Who it is that's got you smiling like that. You practically came in here like a fresh breeze, and you look like you're glowing. Something <had> to happen," she explained, making Celia's cheeks heat up. "Did you figure things out with William? Or did you move on to someone new?" she asked with a grin as she wiggled her eyebrows.

Celia shook her head with a laugh before she turned to look out the window. She might as well tell her cuz Sophia was not one to let up on her questioning. "Do you remember that guy I asked to see a while back?" she said then, wanting Sophia to say the name for herself.

She watched as her friend's expression went from one of confusion to one of complete shock. "Tommy Shelby?!" she hissed, closing the door before she moved closer to the bed, ready for the details, "you fucked Tommy Shelby?!"

"No! No! I didn't fuck him, Soph!" Celia exclaimed while laughing, not too surprised that she went straight to that conclusion.

"Well then what did you do with him?" she asked, her eyebrows raising as she waited intently.

"He saved me from some man who was trying to rob me, almost killed the guy who did it, and then he took me home and we kissed," Celia explained the events of last night, her smile growing wider towards the end. "We kissed a lot. I slept in his bed then and we woke up together this morning," her heart swelling just thinking about it.

"Oh my goodness, you're being serious?!" Sophia asked incredulously. Celia nodded, laughing as her friend came to grips with this. "Well how was he?" she immediately asked for details, "is he as good as they say he is?"

Celia didn't bother to question who the 'they' Sophia was referring to was as she responded, "he's a good kisser, yeah. He makes me feel dizzy." Goodness, they sounded like teenagers.

"Girl you got it bad!" Sophia squealed, making Celia blush, "I'm happy for you. You deserve this," she got sentimental for a moment then, calming herself as she smiled at Celia.

"Thanks, Soph," she smiled back, a sharp knocking on the door coming before either could say anything more. It made the two women's heads snap in its direction as they waited for whoever it was to speak.

"Ms. Bedfird, are you in there?" It was Dorothy, one of the women who held an administrative position at the hospital.

"Yes, ma'am," Sophia answered, sending a look to Celia before she went to leave the room. Celia just laughed to herself and shook her head before she went back to making the bed.

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Celia could hear the chatter coming from the Garrison as she approached it. Then someone bumped into her before she was able to enter the building. The person, a younger sounding man, was apologizing to her before she could even see who it was. "I'm fine," she said but he was too busy still apologizing, "It's fine, really," she stressed then as he finally looked at her. "I like your gun. Don't think it'll do much damage though," she nodded towards the carved out weapon he was holding.

"Oh no, it's made of wood. Thank you though," the man smiled at her, one that showed innocence. She wondered what a boy like him was doing at this establishment.

She gave him one last smile before she continued into the building, getting a drink before Finn let her into the snug - he was outside it acting much like a bodyguard. "Celia!" she immediately heard hollering when she stepped through the door. She smiled over at John and Arthur, who were playing cards, before her eyes fell on Tommy. He was smoking a cigarette and had a glass of whisky in his hands.

"Hello, boys," she smiled, "did you happen to see the kid who just left the bar? He had a wooden gun," she questioned them, the boy not yet escaping her mind.

"The Digbeth Kid?!" John piped up, he and Arthur sharing a laugh. Tommy even joined in with a chuckle.

"Is that what he's called?" Celia furrowed her eyebrows. Why would he call himself that?

"It's his 'outlaw name'," Arthur spoke, putting air-quotations around the final two words, "Tom made 'im a Blinder," he motioned over to Tommy then.

"Tommy?! That kid wouldn't hurt a fly," Celia was shocked. The last thing she'd suspect that kid to become was a razor blade wielding gangster.

"He's just to get himself arrested, so the cops get their numbers up," Tommy brushed her concern off, motioning her over then, "come sit."

She listened, sitting in the open section of the booth next to where his chair was placed. He rested his hand on her thigh the second after she sat, her hand moving on top of his then. Their interaction was hidden by the table, but Celia couldn't stop the blush from forming on her face as both of his brothers sent knowing looks to the couple. You couldn't get anything past these Shelbys. Celia was finding that out more and more each day. Tommy just sat with a smug smirk on his face as he sipped his whisky with his free hand, then having to place it down on the table to get his cigarette from the ashtray because his other hand was...busy. "I've something to tell you, Celia," Tommy stated then.

"Yeah?" her eyes lit up just looking at him.

"The business has been done...you're able to go back to your apartment."

"Really?" she felt like she could cry. She didn't even want to know what 'the business' was, she was just happy she had her home back.

"Yes," he nodded his head, smiling then.

"She's got you smiling like a fool, Tom," Arthur chimed into their conversation, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Shut up, Arthur, eh?" Tommy nodded over to his brother, the smile not leaving his face though.

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Her goal for the afternoon was to grab a few goods that she needed to make food for the week. It was a rainy day in Small Heath, and even though Celia wanted to stay in bed for the day, she knew she had to do this. She went to the grocer's and greeted the owner before she began perusing the selections. After grabbing what she needed, she moved up to check out.

"Celia!" she heard from behind her then, making her turn to see Esme standing with her arms full of things. By the looks of it, she had already checked out.

"Hi, Esme," she smiled, paying the clerk before she went to the woman's side. After they stuffed their things in their respective baskets, they were ready to head out. After the opening questions were asked, they started talking about what they would be preparing to eat that night.

That was when Esme stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide. "I've got a family meeting to go to," she blurted before Celia could even ask what was wrong. "Shit," she breathed. "You know what, you should come," she said then.

"Me? I'm not part of the family," Celia shook her head as she spoke.

"You practically are, being Tommy's girl now," she pointed out, grabbing onto Celia's arm as she led them in their new direction. Tommy's girl? How did she know? "John's got a big mouth," Esme remarked with a grin, reading her expression.

Celia gave up then, knowing the woman at her side wouldn't take no for an answer.

—

She felt the tension when she stepped into the betting shop. Tommy, Polly, John, and Arthur were all standing in different areas of the room. Lizzie was sitting at the table with a typewriter. Celia presumed she was recording what was said. "You're late, Esme," Tommy remarked, his voice dry.

"Sorry, Tommy. Found a friend," Esme said then, motioning to Celia, who shrunk into herself at the amount of eyes on her. Tommy locked eyes with her and nodded before going back to the business at hand.

Celia was right about the tension. It kept growing until it reached a boiling point, where Polly and Tommy were yelling at each other from across the room. "We're legal now, why did you have to go and stick your neck into the middle of the gang war in London?!" Polly criticized his choice, having just found out about his London dealings a moment ago.

"Because connections like the one Mr. Solomons offers can make us more valuable, more respected," Tommy stated firmly, holding onto his point.

"Are you out of your head right now?! No self-preserving man would do this, Thomas!" Polly wasn't having it.

"I make these decisions so that the Shelby name is put out there. So that people will know that we are serious with our business! Going forward with this allows us to be known across the globe," there was anger rising in Tommy's voice. Celia was starting to become scared.

"These decisions are going to get you killed!"

The screaming continued, and although Celia couldn't concentrate on the words Tommy was saying, his tone was evident. He was not happy, and it was reminding her of the countless fights between her mother and father. Soon her vision had a blackened ring around it. Polly and Tommy remained engaged in their argument that had Esme, John and Arthur jumping in at times to put their two cents in towards their family's self-proclaimed leader. No one noticed Celia as she slipped outside into the night that was darkened by a rainstorm. She didn't even care that she didn't have her coat with her. She just needed to get away from the turmoil. The screaming. The emotion. It was too real, and as she slumped down against a brick wall and tried to calm herself down, all she was able to see when she closed her eyes was her mother and father engaged in an argument.

"Oi, Tom, where did Celia go?" John cut through the death glares that Tommy and Polly were sending each other when the room finally quieted down.

"Huh?" His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his kid brother, though some of the frustration he held dissolved at the mention of her name.

"Celia. She's not here."

"Where did she go?" Tommy was now concerned as he had been too wrapped up in conversation to notice her.

"Don't know."

"See this, Tom...can't even keep track of your girl," Esme bit at him, obviously still pissed about their previous topic of conversation.

"She's not my girl," Tommy muttered as he took steps towards the door, pulling his cap down further on his head as he braced himself for the downpour that was waiting.

"Don't lie to yourself," Polly stated knowingly, but it fell on deaf ears as he had already flung the door open and stepped through the threshold.

Quickly looking both ways before deciding to go right, he was soaked in minutes as he took off down the street. Where did she go? "Fuck" he muttered, his head on a swivel as he looked for anything or anyone out of the ordinary.

"Celia?!" she heard him call out, his voice approaching her. She was unable to find her voice. Her mind was still swirling with the memories and nightmares of her past. "Celia?!" He was close now, his footsteps accompanying his voice as they sped up to come to a stop by her side. "There you are...are you mad?!" he asked, his tone raised and frantic. Any progress she had made in coming outside disappeared in a flash at his words. It brought her right back into the living room of her own home. Her sobs continued as she clung to her knees tighter, flinching and leaning away from Tommy as he attempted to reach out to her. "What is this? What's wrong?" realization of her tears came across Tommy and his voice softened accordingly. He had no clue why she was like this, or what could have happened, and it was causing him to worry. She didn't make a sound, so he pressed further. "C? What's wrong, love?" His voice was soft now, concern laced into it, and it gave Celia the confidence to finally look at him.

"Is it all over?" She asked, choking out her words as she calmed herself down.

"What?" Tommy was confused.

"The screaming...the fighting...the...the rage?" Her words were whispers.

"There was no rage, love. 'S just a disagreement between family is all," he attempted to touch her again. She flinched at first but then leaned into his hand on her shoulder. She was shivering, soaked to the bone in only her dress and stockings.

"Yes there was. I heard it...heard it in your voice," she stammered, slowly retreating behind the walls she had built up. "You're just like him...like my father."

"I'm not like him, no. I care about you, C. I would never hurt you. I didn't know fighting hurt you so much. I didn't mean for you to get upset." Why was he so soft all of a sudden? How was this woman able to bring this ruthless gangster to his knees in the pouring rain? The water was now soaking through his trousers and coat. She didn't speak, and he looked off for a moment, thinking of how he could bring her back on her feet and get her out of the weather. "Look at me, love," he started and she obliged, her sad eyes meeting his, "You've got Tommy Shelby out here - on the ground in the pouring rain. I'm bein' honest with you when I say that I didn't mean for this to happen. Had I known that things like this had such an affect on you, I would have saved that business for later," he paused for a moment, exhaling so that the stream of water now running over his lips would find a path elsewhere. "But could we please return to the shop? You're going to get sick being out here in just a dress."

There was another moment of silence between them, and then she nodded. Had he'd not been staring at her intently, he would have missed it. But on her cue, he reached out to take her shoulders and lift her to her feet. Then, with her under his arm, he escorted her back to the betting shop, and out of the rain.

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Hi! I'm a big fan of your headcanons, and I was wondering if you could make some for c!Bbh? Take as much time as you need obv

Demonic Bad who acts like a Dad, sure thing Krispy! :D

Ler

Can alter his size at will. Whether it to be able to go through caves and avoid clonking his head on things, to growing himself a bit more to reach something on a top shelf. He also grows bigger when he needs to distribute some punishment to people who cuss frequently

Will scoop up his target and place them in his lap to wreck them, using his strength with the altered size to his advantage

Uses his tail against his lee all the time, it's soft despite the sharp tip. He'll wriggle it along someone's foot or slip it underneath shirts to wag against stomachs

CLAWS. HE HAS GODDAMN CLAWS AND THEY ARE THE WORST

Sapnap and Skeppy, Bad's typical targets, can confirm that Bad's claws are wicked ticklers. Able to take someone apart in seconds, Bad's claws can wreck anyone

Tommy is also a target for Bad with how much he curses, he's been wrecked by the demon more than once yet that doesn't stop him from yelling blasphemy any chance gets

Bad has fangs. Ya know fangs? Yeah, Bad has those. Those long teeth? Badboyhalo possesses them. Did I mention Bad has fangs?

Nibbles are his last resort because he knows how much his fangs tickle, Skeppy's shrieks of laughter made that very clear to him at an early stage of tickle fights.

Compliments, coos and gushes over his lee

He loves complimenting them!!! Their laughter? Their smiles? Their reactions? All good things to point out and cherish according to Mr Halo

If you blush, you can bet your ass he's gonna call you out on it and coo over it. That's the rules

Purrs and wags his tail when he tickles someone, usually laughs with them too because he gets so happy when people are happy

He uses the method of "If you curse, another minute gets added to your Tickle Timer." It is not a joke that Skeppy, Sapnap, Dream and Tommy have have the longest records for time tickled by Badboyhalo, they can't control their language very well

Tickle hugs!! He does this all the time!! Few things will make him happier than holding someone in his arms and wriggling his fingers into their sensitive spots to get them giggling

A big fan of tickle kisses - primarily used on his son Sapnap and Skeppy - just dropping his lips onto their stomachs or necks and giving a small kiss that's typically followed by a raspberry. Neither Skeppy or Sapnap can handle it and get flustered very fast, but the affection is nice so who are they to complain?

Lee

More ler leaning but Bad is a pretty sensitive demon!

Compared to other demons from his realm, Bad is considered a "lower" class of demonic entity, and while he is a force to be reckoned with when he's mad, he's also less protected from forces out to get him.

"Forces out to get him" is another way of saying "lers on the loose"

His soft spots consist of his tail, his back, his shoulders and ears

I like the idea of Bad having either a demonic birthmark or tattoo on his back, and when Skeppy saw it for the first time he asked if he could touch it. It could've been a tender moment of Skeppy tracing over the tattoo and Bad explaining the meaning behind it as they lie in bed. But realistically it was Bad fighting for his life not to squirm like crazy as Skeppy gently glided his nails over the marked skin and pretended he didn't know what he was doing

As Sapnap got older he learned his dad's soft spots through Skeppy and started fighting back, creating some of the most chaotic and fun tickle fights in history. Sapnap plays dirty but Bad has a millennium of experience for tickling and knows how to play just as unfair

Purrs when he gets tickled around his ears and under his chin, literal cat behaviour and Skeppy teases him about it constantly

He's a bit of a squirmier but he's pretty good at staying still when asked to - cleaning, massage, stuff like that, it just takes a bit of concentration

Hope these were okay Krispy :D

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Ok can I get a "Come over here and make me." With Tommy Conlan or Bob Saginowski please? Your choice which. 👌 you're awesome btw.

"Oh this is too good." You spoke with a laugh, stepping back and looking at your handy work. There was Tommy Conlon, shirtless and cuffed to your shower rod. After a few drinks and card games, Tommy decided to get bold. He had creamed you in rummy round after round, and decided to up the stakes.

"If I win this round, you have to give me a lap dance to a song of my choosing." He spoke with a smirk. You scoffed.

"How is that fair? I've lost every round!" Purposely of course, you let Tommy think you had no idea how to play Rummy, he always got cocky after a few beers and a winning streak.

"I'll make it fair, you can start with fewer cards." Tommy bargianed.

"Fine, but if I win I get to use those gag-cuffs Miranda got me for my birthday and give you some new tattoos." You bet, sticking your hand out. Tommy smiled and shook on it.

The look on his face when you destroyed him was priceless, almost as priceless as his face when you dropped some ice cubes down his pants.

"Hey! That wasn't part of the bet!" Tommy groaned, shaking his legs to get the ice out. You couldn't stop laughing, and you hadn't even begun to draw on your sharpie tattoo's. Before you began your artwork, a lightbulb went off. You turned on the tub faucet and switch the water to the detachable shower head, spraying Tommy.

"That's freezing! Turn it off!" Tommy exclaimed, trying to hide his laughter and feign anger.

"You want me to stop babe? Come over here and make me!" You called out with an evil laugh.

Your laughter died down as Tommy smirked, swiftly jerking his wrists in an outward motion and snapping the cheap cuffs. He turned the water off and turned to you.

"I'll give you ten seconds." Tommy spoke. You rushed out of the bathroom scream-laughing and rushed upstairs to your shared room. You could hear Tommy stomping up the stairs and you squealed, trying to make it to the closet. Before you could get inside and hide yourself, cold wet arms wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up. Tommy threw you over his wet shoulder and slapped your ass swiftly.

"You're so gonna get it."

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo ranboo & others are mentioned - tommy won’t go home

this is part 14 to the great adventures series

an: I tried, days are a social construction on the tarosin blog… also i’m back baby <3

from the moment you were forced awake by tubbo streaming with ranboo, Tommy began sending several messages as in his own words you ‘weren’t answering him quick enough’, probably because you had only just woken up and had no idea what day or time it was.

Tommy: y/n

Tommy: y/n were going out soon I've decided so answer me

Tommy: y/n wake up

y/n: heh? I’m going nowhere I’m tired

Tommy: I’m sending you a ticket make sure you meet me there

it was around now you had the feeling you were going to be stuck with Tommy for a while and you had no idea what to expect. an hour later tubbo stopped streaming so you took this as an opportunity to say your goodbyes to tubbo and ranboo explaining you had no idea what was happening as Tommy refused to explain but you’d probably be back later so they don’t lock you outside like last time

“don’t smirk at me ranboo just because you’re tall doesn’t mean I can’t take you down”

“mhm sure yep”

“y/n you’re going to be late we’ll see you later”

soon enough you were with Tommy who finally decided to inform you of what was happening

“we’re going to go annoy George”

“great idea Tommy let’s go”

the pair of you stood at the door waiting for George to answer, the look on George's face is something you’ll never forget.

“Hello Tommy, is that y/n what are you doing here”

“Nice to see you too… the fuck”

a few minutes later you and Tommy were sat next to George when you found a rubber duck and started making it squeak annoying the others well that was until Tommy took it and started doing the exact same thing you were doing

“I now understand why you looked pissed George”

during the stream, you were sat in between the pair George looked at you and you nodded. a few seconds later George threw the rubber duck hitting Tommy, the pair of you left not long after that event and made your way to the hotel after calling tubbo to explain what was happening.

the next day you and Tommy met up with tubbo ranboo and George at a shopping centre where you were all almost immediately met with several people asking for photos and the chance to talk to you all, you hid behind ranboo until the crowd grew smaller. it didn’t take long for everyone to notice the piano before you had time to process what just happened tubbo ran to the piano dragging you with him accidentally pushing ranboo in the process

“SORRY RANBOO”

the pair of you began playing the piano Tommy joining shortly after. time flew by the five of you spent the rest of your time shopping and just enjoying each other’s company, before you knew it, it was time to get the train. you laughed at tubbo falling asleep on the window however karma quickly caught up as you ended up falling asleep on ranboos shoulder ranboo laughed quietly to himself not wanting to wake up you or tubbo

“I swear its always y/n and tubbo who fall asleep”

“its been a long day y/n couldn’t sleep in the hotel they kept mentioning something about ghosts I don’t know man they must have been watching too many horror films”

“mhm probably”

soon enough you were with the others, minx quickly pulled you into a hug

“Nice tattoo”

“I did it for money it was a sub-goal”

you and tubbo stood with Tommy looking at the ferret

“why’s it so long”

“tubbo does it look like I study zoology I play Minecraft for a living”

the next day you were at the beach, having only had a few hours of sleep the previous night it was safe to say you weren’t in the best mood, you sat next to ranboo occasionally falling in and out of sleep, ranboo kept an arm around you pulling you into his side making sure you were safe and didn’t hit your head on the rocks when you fell asleep. you were woken up by tubbo walking on something which he clearly shouldn’t be. eventually, you all made it back to tubbos house, Tommy and tubbo were in the kitchen while ranboo practised for mcc and you were asleep in the room you had been sharing with ranboo whilst he’s in the Uk.

the next day you all went out on another adventure, at this point you had no idea what was happening but you just went with it. you and Tommy chased a bird telling him about the subscribe button and giving him the name ‘funny boy’

“Why does that bird look just extremely anxious”

“because we’re too cool ranboo”

“maybe we should give him another name than funny boy”

“Charles”

it was at this point you all decided to leave poor Charles alone as it was pretty clear he wanted nothing to do with you.

the three of you made your way to the train station forgetting that the school students would be there, a few minutes later the three of you were swarmed by several students all trying to talk to you all.

“I think we might have got on when the schools are here”

“so thankful you pointed that out boo I thought we were being mobbed by several people cosplaying as school students”

“hi everyone hopefully no one has covid”

you backed away from the crowd moving closer to ranboo

“I bet tubbos really glad he chose not to come”

you tried to avoid the crowd by getting on the train, this failed miserably. people were excited to meet the people they look up to they were all determined to sit with you all on the train taking up the seats around you all, the three of you spent a lot of the train ride talking to them, unlike ranboo and Tommy you ignored the comments aimed at the three of you not wanting to get involved after all it was rather overwhelming so many people talking loudly at once, you ended up moving seats and had a quiet conversation with someone from your community, around half an hour later you were at your destination and said goodbye before joining Tommy and ranboo at wills. the three of you sat on the floor listening to will and the others practice. it’s pretty clear Tommy has a habit of finding things as you turned around to see him with a puppet of a shark pretending to bite you

“Tommy what are you doing”

“bye y/n scream it’s going to get you”

“ah”

realising you weren’t going to scream he began telling joe, Wilbur and David to scream.

after spending time with the others and having a quick trip to the beach you Tommy and ranboo ended up at the shop recording the three of you on the security camera

“If you take a picture from there 50p”

you looked at ranboo tilting your head in confusion even though he was wearing a mask and sunglasses he was clearly equally as confused, he pulled you into his side noticing you were clearly starting to get anxious, you hated confrontation even though it turned out to be a joke it still shook you up a little bit

“I'm only joking my friend…but I did get them”

“you did we took it serious”

“aye you did”

the three of you walked away Tommy still laughing

“he scared me”

after a long day, you all went back to tubbos, you and ranboo decided to end the night early, the pair of you made your way to the shared room. you both spent a few minutes talking about mcc and how you were both going to win and coming up with new strategies. you must have fallen asleep mid-conversation as you didn’t remember seeing Tommy come into the room last night yet you were woken up by him complaining that ranboo playing mcc woke him up.

after getting ready you sat planning an adventure with tubbo

“So where do you wanna go bo”

“We should do something really cool”

“l hope you know that wasn’t helpful”

“pumpkin patch”

“it’s summer where do you think we’re going to find pumpkins…wait tubbo in October I’m taking you to a pumpkin patch it’ll be great we hardly spend time together as a pair near Halloween”

“I promise this year we’ll spend more time together”

your conversation was interrupted by Tommy and ranboo announcing they were ready to go to the beach again. once there tubbo sat arguing with Tommy and ranboo over them needing a life jacket. meanwhile, you had walked away collecting pretty rocks and sea glass putting them in the velvet blue bag covered in embroidered gold stars that dream had sent you as a thank you for the merch you sent him not long ago, you walked along the beach quietly talking to yourself

“ooh jack would like that and I could turn this into a ring for Niki…techno would like this and this would annoy schlatt it's perfect”

you laughed to yourself as you made your way back to the others thinking about schlatts reaction when he sees his gift. when you made your way back you watched Tommy swim over to tubbo leaving ranboo on his own probably waiting for you to return

“did you get any nice rocks then y/n you were out for a while”

“I did. come sit over there with me I’ll show you”

the pair of you sat next to each other away from the sea, ranboo matched your excitement every time you picked the rock you wanted to show him

“you’ve been collecting more than rocks? what’s that”

“I have !! you wanna see?”

“of course I do”

this was a moment neither of you would forget, the pair of you sat enjoying each others company looking at rocks and sea glass you had found on the beach ignoring the world.

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[barbiegirldream]

god damn he pierced his ears too? bet he's gonna get a smile tattoo on his wrist or neck out of nowhere in the next few weeks

sdjsknsk if ranboo got a smile tattoo tommy would never let him hear the end of it. and i dont think dream got his ears piereced he just wanted to at the mall and his sister talked him out of it

[slasherhaven]

Hello~!! Your blog really is my haven, I love your writing so much!!! How about headcanons of the slashers with an s/o who has multiple tattoos of varying sizes scattered all over their body? Thank you, love you 🥺💕

I’m glad to hear it! Thank you! Here you go!

The Slashers with a tattooed S/O:

Thomas Hewitt 

The family isn’t too sure about them at first. The Hewitts are from a pretty conservative area, so tattoos are probably still seen in a poor light to them. But as the family gets to know you, any worries they have fade. Luda May thinks that you’re lovely despite them and still perfect for Tommy. 

Thomas enjoys tracing them. Thomas was more curious than anything since the beginning, often having to stop himself from staring too much. So once he can finally get a good look at them, he enjoys tracing them. And he enjoys hearing any stories that come along with them.

Michael Myers 

Pretty indifferent. As he is with most things. They are a part of you but they don’t change who you are so, for the most part, he is simply indifferent.

Finds himself examining them, though. Despite claiming complete disinterest, he does find himself looking at them. When you’re sleeping, he might even find himself tracing them. He’s a curious person and he should have just told you that, instead of examining them in silence.

Jason Voorhees 

Unsure about them at first. Jason knows that his mother wouldn’t have liked them and probably has some stereotypical preconceived beliefs about people with tattoos. But you slowly show him that all of that is nonsense, you’re still the kindest person he’s ever met, you still love him, and he still loves you.

Loves them as a part of you. They grow on him and he loves them because he loves you and they’re apart of you. If you can accept him for who he is, of course he can accept you for who you are. 

Brahms Heelshire 

Unsure at first, stereotyping you. When you first come into the house, he’s unsure. He definitely stereotypes you, and his parents likely would as well. He’s been very sheltered so he likely hasn’t seen many people with lots of tattoos.

Doesn’t care once he falls for you. Once he sees your kind nurturing side, once he decided that you’re everything he wanted, and you accept him, he doesn’t care about them.

Curiously traces them all the time. He finds it oddly soothing, it keeps him distracted and stops his mind from racing too much. But he’s also genuinely curious, asking what they are, what they mean, if they hurt to get.

Bo Sinclair

More curious about them than he would admit. He’s pretty indifferent about tattoos in general. He likely grew up in an area where someone covered in tattoos wouldn’t be widely accepted but he doesn’t care about all that, he never did. He’s grown fond of you, tattoos or not. However, who wouldn’t be a little interested in what tattoos their s/o has? Is also going to ask if you have any ‘hidden’ tattoos.

Might get a matching tattoo, with some convincing. It will take some convincing and he’ll either need to choose it or approve of it, it could take a while. But he’s open to the idea. 

Vincent Sinclair 

Loves tracing your tattoos. When you’re laying together, you can bet on eventually feeling his fingertips tracing the ink on your skin. Most of the time he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.

Finds himself sketching them when he isn’t paying attention. When he’s just putting pencil to paper, doodling and trying to clear his head, he isn’t really paying attention to what he is drawing. But when he finishes and pulls the pencil away, he realises that he’s copied one or more of your tattoos. He’s accidently engraved them in his memory.

Creates new tattoo designs for you. It was an accident the first time. He had drawn it and you loved it, asking if you could get this as a tattoo. He was flattered and instantly nodded. Now, he likes to come up with tattoo designs.

Lester Sinclair

He adores your tattoos because they’re you. He doesn’t care about tattoos, with or without them he thinks he is lucky to have you. They’re a part of you so he loves them. And he is curious about them as well, so he might stare a little, but with love!

Will totally get a matching tattoo with you. Lester doesn’t care about tattoos but when you suggest getting matching ones, he can’t refuse! He loves the idea of getting something permanent that reminds you both of each other.

Bubba Sawyer 

Thinks they’re pretty. He’s pretty non-judgemental about them and he likes you so he likes them, it’s that simple!

Very curious about all of them. He enjoys tracing them as you tell him any stories that you have behind them or what they mean to you. He’ll compliment them as well, but that’s more because he’s complimenting you as a whole.

The family’s thoughts. Nubbins and ChopTop are big fans, ChopTop thinks they’re awesome. Drayton is probably the least fond but who cares what he thinks? Not me!

Billy Lenz 

Is curious when he first sees them. When he’s still only making phone calls, he has seen your tattoos and he’s curious. He’s a pretty curious person in general and he’s itching to get a closer look.

Finds tracing your tattoos calming. When his mind is racing and he’s feeling pretty unstable, he can lay with you for hours, gently tracing your tattoos. It’s distracting and helps calm him down, slowing those racing thoughts. That combined with you playing with his hair, he’s probably going to fall asleep on you.

Asa Emory (The Collector) 

It’s like a collection of your own...he respects that. He gets it. You have a passion for something like he does, you just so happen to get it put on your skin. He will ask about them, figuring that each one must have some sort of meaning to you, and he can’t help but shake his head at you fondly if you confess that you just liked how it looked.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

He’s can appreciate a good tattoo but he loves yours. Jesse quite likes tattoos but I can see him being pretty judgemental about what tattoos someone gets. He loves yours though, no matter what they are because they are a reflection of you.

Would lose all control if you got a the Chromeskull tattoo. If you surprised him with a matching Chromeskull tattoo, he won’t be able to control himself. He’ll be thrilled but you will be hauled off to the bedroom instantly.

Otis Driftwood 

He’s an artist, he appreciates the artwork. I can also see him being a fan of tattoos in general, he definitely isn’t doing to be against them.

Would approve of matching tattoos. You’re going to have to come up with something that he approves of or let him pick the design, but he’ll do it. It might even be his idea. He really likes the idea of you getting something permanently etched into your skin that relates to him, it’s just a little bit possessive.

Baby Firefly 

Eager to get matching tattoos. She doesn’t care about somebody having tattoos or not. She loves you and she loves your tattoos. She would get a matching tattoo with you, thinking it would be great for you both to have a permanent thing to connect you both.

Yautja (Predator) 

Fascinated. He will delicately trace them and he wants you to tell him all about them. Why did you get each one? What do each of them mean? Why do you like them? Just like he wants to know everything about you, he wants to know about your tattoos.

He has his scars, you have your tattoos. He takes pride in his scars, each one has a story behind it. So, he actually respects your tattoos for that reason.

[aike-pandas]

—DreamSMP Headcanons—

Tattoos part 2

Skeppy; I feel like he wouldn't have permanent ones, but henna tattoos ones. And he would absolutely have cool designs in his arms, but something cute and/or "cringe" (in his words) in his chest or back. He would also show them to Bad, but just to make him laugh like always

Quackity; He started to get tattoos once "Las Nevadas" was practically finished. He got one in his chest, near the heart zone, that was two cards; a two of hearts and a twelve of hearts (Represented with a "Q" for "Queen"). The next one he got, was with George's assistance (he was drunk and so was George); A little Duck with a beanie with the words “Have a Duck-tastic hell!” (It was meant to say "Day" but once again, both were drunk).

Karl; He has two, one being a little Panda hugging a Ducky with a beanie while a little green frog was standing in the panda's head (this was tattooed near the heart zone) and the other one was a Clock with a golden chain that split in two, the two ends of that chain have a wing each, one black and the other white.

Foolish; WHERE DOES THIS MAN DOES NOT HAVE A TATTOO? He.Has.A.Lot. Period. (Most of them are in his back tho).

Wilbur; Okay, let's get clear, he didn't want a tattoo. But he had the bad luck of betting with the king of gambling (Q), so he ended up having one with a design that Tommy decided.

Technoblade; He has two, one choose by Chat and the other choose by him. Chat got a Blood God tattoo design for him, and Techno does actually likes it. The other one was a emerald with black wings of a raven with a golden crown, to symbolize his friendship with Phil.