#tyler sweetie i am so sorry

[daenysthedreamer101]

TVD - s4 ep9

"O Come, All Ye Faithfull"

......I haven't felt this shaken up by an episode since Jenna died back in season 2.

This Professor Shane guy...I don't trust him! He is shady and why do I have a feeling he's using Bonnie and the gang to wake up Silas? hmmmm...🤔🤔🤔

So... Elena and Damon are a thing now, and I don't know if I like it. I get that because of the sire bond she's now closer to Damon and her feelings are amplified. But I have a question. Would she have become sired to Stefan if she had his blood in her body instead of Damon's? Like, at the end of season 3, she chose Stefan - that's why she was on the bridge, cause she was driving back to Stefan. So, she obviously had feelings for him. Yeah, just wondering.

I don't like Hayley! I don't like her. She was working with Shane this entire time. Apparently, he knows everything there is to know about her parents, and she never knew them. So she agreed to indirectly kill 12 innocent people to get a flash drive with info about her parents? And by proxy, she doomed Carol. Tyler trusted her, and the hybrids trusted her. And she betrayed all of them and sent them to their deaths.

I don't care that she wants to learn things about her parents, that's fine to want to know more about yourself and be curious. But that is not an excuse or a justification to doom 12 innocent people to a gruesome death.

Oh, Carol...I am so so sorry. You did not deserve what happened to you. I know she was a bitch to Vicky in season 1 and shot Caroline that one time but I never particularly disliked her. (I knew it was eventually coming just didn't know when) also, OMG KLAUS WILL YOU STOP KILLING INNOCENT WOMEN AS PUNISHMENT FOR SOMETHING THEY HAD NO CONTROL OVER!

He turned Jenna as punishment because the gang messed up his sacrifice plan and killed her cause he knew it would hurt Elena. And now he kills Carol because as he said "you (Carol) are the only thing he (Tyler) has left" Like...omg no one deserves to die that way, Jesus Christ! 😭😭😭

I'm not trying to come off as anti Klaus, I think he's a very charming and fun character to watch and Joseph is an amazing actor who gives him such a presence on screen, and, yes, Klaus is obviously very good-looking and charming but that does not excuse his actions! He's a horrible person who does horrible things! And yes I know he had a hard life and has glaring trust issues so Tyler betraying him probably really hurt him but like what the fuck did Carol do? 💀💀💀

When I tell you my heart was beating so fast during this scene! God, I felt so bad for her! Klaus killed her because he knew it would hurt Tyler...Oh Tyler sweetie I am so sorry. Also, the way he called his mom on the phone and she wasn't answering and then when Hayley told him everything he went away and then Carol calls him and he doesn't answer...😟😟😟like fuck, the parallels hit me right in the heart!

Thanks for reading my rant, leave a comment if you'd like, I would love to hear other opinions on this episode! ❤

[yanderecrazysie]

Holding Out for a Hero (Yandere! Hawks)

Requested on Quotev.

Title: Holding Out for a Hero

Pairings: Yandere! Hawks x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, harassment, murder

“I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night

He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight”

- From “Holding Out for a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler

“Sorry, (Y/n), honey, there’s just not enough room in the car,” Yuu simpered, pouty-lipped and innocent-eyed.

���How the fuck am I supposed to get home then?” You snapped, giving Yuu’s arm candy a fierce look. He didn’t seem to care, considering he had an absolutely gorgeous lady taking him home tonight.

“You’ll figure out a way, sweetie, won’t you?” Yuu fluttered her eyelashes at you and, without waiting for a response, said, “I knew you’d understand.”

And then she was flouncing her way out of the bar, swinging her hips and sending a wink towards lover boy. You glared after them, but they didn’t bother looking back over their shoulders.

You turned back to your cocktail and moodily swirled the straw in it, listening to the soft clinking of ice against the glass under the heavy sounds of the bar’s music. It was starting to give you a migraine, to be honest.

You reached for your purse and froze when you realized it wasn’t there. Frantically, you looked around but in your heart, you already knew that Yuu had probably swiped it. Or some other lowlife had.

Your purse had both your phone and your money, so there really was no way home now. You gritted your teeth- your apartment was only a few miles away. It’d take at least an hour, and you were in heels, and it was dark as sin, but you could make it.

You grabbed your coat and put it on, clutching it tightly against the cool, crisp air of night as you pushed your way through the throng of people and out of the bar. The streets were eerily quiet, with only the sound of an occasional passing car breaking the silence.

Each of your steps echoed loudly in the quiet night. It wasn’t long before your heels began to pinch your toes and cause your heels to ache. Still, you pressed on, even though you were beginning to suspect your poor feet were bleeding.

You were about a mile or two away from your home when you heard the laughter- loud, obnoxious, and nearby. You looked over your shoulder and your heart sank as a group of men drunkenly stumbled out of a nearby alley behind you. Your heart stopped altogether when one of them nudged his friends and pointed at you.

“Hey sweetheart!” one of them called your way, his words slurred, “Where you headed in such a hurry?”

You didn’t respond, instead walking even faster than before, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Aww, don’t be like that, babe!” another one of them jeered, “We just wanna talk!”

Their footsteps were growing louder, drawing out the sound of your heartbeat, their laughter loud and sinister. Panic began to set in as a hand closed around your wrist and forcibly brought you to a halt.

“Don’t ignore us, darling,” one of them snarled, dragging you backwards into his chest. The other two quickly stepped in front of you, closing in until you could smell the alcohol on their breaths.

“C’mon, don’t be shy, we’ll keep ya company,” one of the men snickered, putting his face inches from yours.

Before you could scream, a rush of wind so strong it nearly knocked you off your feet swept past the four of you. The grip on your wrist vanished with a sickening crack and a cry of pain rang out behind you.

“Now, now,” a smooth voice drawled, “That’s no way to treat a lady.”

Tears of joy leapt to your eyes and relief flooded you as you caught sight of the famous hero, Hawks. You didn’t know he worked this late but, boy, were you glad he did!

He held up his red sword of feathers and pointed it at the two remaining men- the third was running away, clutching his wrist.

“Woah, hey, we ain’t looking for trouble!” one of them stammered, backing away from you with his hands raised in defeat, “Really, we’ll just get-”

His words were cut off as he was run through with Hawks’ sword. You watched in horror as Hawks buried it to the hilt in the man’s chest, blood gushing around his hand.

But he had given up! You watched wordlessly as Hawks removed the sword from the man’s chest, leaving him to fall to his knees, clutching his wound in pain. A moment later, he fell face-first to the ground, ominously still.

The last guy let out a scream and turned to run. He made it only a few steps before Hawks took to the air and, with a swish of the sword, beheaded him. He didn’t even have time to scream.

He was running away- heroes aren’t supposed to kill like this, right?! You found your breaths coming faster as you began to panic, looking at the blood seeping into the sidewalk and the gruesome vision of a severed head, staring ahead in permanent shock.

“You okay, dove?” Hawks asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. You let out an involuntary scream and pulled away, eyes wide in terror. He’s going to kill me too- I’m a witness to a crime!

Hawks looked hurt by your reaction, reaching out a hand to cup your trembling face. You turned away, eyes searching for an escape route that didn’t involve tripping over dead bodies. You screamed again when he wrapped an arm around your waist and began to fight against his iron grip.

“Hey, hey,” Hawks soothed, “The bad guys are gone now. You don’t have to worry.”

“You killed them!” you whimpered, “Heroes aren’t supposed to kill-”

“Sometimes they have to,” Hawks corrected you.

“Not like this!” you wailed, struggling in his hold.

Hawks stared at you for a few moments with a blank expression, before a gentle smile graced his face. “Ah, I understand. That was pretty scary, huh? I should have waited until you were safe at home so you wouldn’t see such awful things.”

He sighed and glanced over his shoulder, “Well, let’s get you home. There’s still one rat running around that needs exterminating.” Despite your protests, Hawks swooped you up in his arms bridal style and took flight. He held you gently, like a porcelain doll, but there was something terribly wrong here.

You weren’t heading towards your apartment.

[teresalace]

"I won't cry for you" - Yandere Tyler Galpin x Female Reader PART 3

•Part 1 •Part 2

Words: 1699

Warnings: Mentions of torture, psychology, dysfunction yet healthy family relations if you squint.

Show: Wednesday (2022)

Summary: You've graciously or stupidly, granted Tyler a phone to call his father for whatever reason he had while you went to call yours for assistance. And since you weren't fully knowledgeable about Hydes, you contacted the only person you knew, who wasn't in prison, that had that knowledge. Your father, Alvin Gates.

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🥺 Sorryyyy this took forever a lot of months, planned to post this at February but got sick and many stuff happened, preparing for an interview :--D but am back in my writing mojo!/kinda, HAPPY HALLOWEEN) AND I HEARD season 2 is coming omggg I'm excited

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"Well, well, well~ If it isn't the sweet consequence of my actions with your mother." A voice unmistakably grouchy speaks, sounding jovial with every word out.

A quick glance to your locked bedroom door before you finally said a response into the cellphone.

"You sound well, father." You mildly greeted, a tinge of a smile in your voice. To think it's almost only been a month since the last call.

"Yeah yeah it's been a while but cut the chitchat, sweetie, what do you need helping with?" You could imagine an eyeroll as your father said, always cutting to the chase.

"About Hydes." You spared no other detail and maintained calm articulation. Not that you needed to be careful with him, thankfully.

For more precaution, it's better if not even your own father knows about Tyler being in the house. You didn't want things to get out of hand.

"Ah- what about them? Did something happen that isn't supposed to–" Suddenly silence overtook the line, a thoughtful humming until he spoke again. "Don't get yourself into any unfamiliar territory, kid. That's suppose to be your mother's speciality."

So he noticed, of course he did. Better leave that to his wandering imagination than spoil your plan. A very non-existent plan at the moment.

"I don't plan to. Father, I was just curious since I kept hearing about them." True, that wasn't a lie in the slightest. "I was wondering if you'd know anything about them."

Surely he must know something.

"Hmm, you heard it from someone, no doubt. . . Alright, alright. What do you want to know exactly, kid. I'll tell ya as much as I can afford to." Sounds like mother has been keeping tabs on him.

"Hydes obey only one master, their own, correct?" You continued when father hummed a helpful tune, "would it be possible to sever the ties between a Hyde and its master."

A pause in-between your father's breathing left you suspended.

"Well. . . Got bad news for you kid, I don't know any available methods for that." He sighed gruffy like he felt bad, "sorry but can't help you with the whole severing business. It's set in stone, pretty much."

"I see. . . " You massaged your temples, disappoinment rising inside you. But you couldn't just accept this answer easily, stubbornness seemed to take hold in your heart. For what reason? You couldn't figure out.

"However–" A hoarse chuckle emerged from your cellphone. "It's not entirely impossible to say there aren't other ways of solving that problem. I'm sure you can get some creative ideas from their origins, kid. Only one thing is set in stone, Hydes only serve one master."

Father's bold hint sparked a lightbulb in your head. Their origins.

In the first place, what caused Hydes to bond an undying loyalty to their masters was–

"Sorry for not being alot of help, kid, I'm out of time for the day. Take good care of yourself, will you."

"I will." A buzz of excitement slowly crept over you as an idea began running through your mind. "You were very helpful, dad, thanks. You take care too."

"Mm sounds like you found an answer eh?" He sounded genuinely happy, making you feel much more sturdy in this new plan.

"Not exactly but I should be on the right track." If Tyler would go along with it.

"Mm so you're going to try any attempts, I see. Hah– it's hilarious how similar you and your mother's thinking is!"

Again with the comparisons. You rolled your eyes, "Goodbye, father."

"Alright alright, see ya kiddo. For now." BEEP. BEEP.

The call was over already.

.  .  .

You turned off the burner phone, picking out the block of battery from the back and saving it in your other hiding space for another time. Now you should check on Tyler, you can't afford to trust him so easily especially when his father's a sheriff. 

Quietly you went out of your bedroom, closing the door slowly so as to not make a sound. You headed down the stairs in a casual, fast pace to quickly see his state of mind.

But it's likely he isn't planning to screw himself over... Your assumption was most likely made correct when you came to see Tyler sitting slumped on the couch, his face buried deep in his hands. 

Sweeping your gaze across the living room and floor, the burner phone you gave him was nowhere in sight… Mentally noting to check the trash bin by the kitchen before you stomped down the stairs and made yourself known.

Tyler's eyes peeked up first from the gaps in-between his fingers like the leafy venus flytraps back home ever so often tempting you to closer inspect. To place your finger in there, to feed. 

He waited on your next move.

Your arms folded, hiding your hands twitching on their own for a tweezer. "Did you have a good talk?" 

What else could you really say without sounding too interested in him. 

"It was something…" Tyler did a small shrug, less energy than he's shown before, voice dulled by the cover of his fingers. "Could've gone better. I wish he didn't hang up so fast."

"What did you talk about?" Might as well see how much information he was willing to give.

A small sigh, Tyler slowly revealed half of his distraught face. "Not a lot. He wasn't interested in what I had to say… Told me to be careful." Strange of the dutiful sheriff to say but then again you didn't know what kind of father-son relationship they had.

"How are you feeling?" One of mother's favourite lines growing up that you've somehow adapted into your vocabulary. It seemed the most appropriate.

You continued watching Tyler's tensed form with a safe but short distance away, the coffee table acting as a possible shield in between you and him. Incase he raged.

But there was none.

There was something in his usual silence this time that irked you. Like he didn't fully trust you. 

You approved of that, as he shouldn't. Mutually. Especially if things ever go wrong because of him, you were ready at a moment's notice to abandon everything to do with him. 

"I… Hate him." 

The pause went on for however many tensed seconds before Tyler's hands fell onto his knees.

"Sorry sorry, I know I shouldn't be saying this… I mean I can't say I don't miss him." 

"You can say what you want. I don't mind," you said flatly, genuinely meaning it. His expressions stiff, he looked mentally pent up, thoughts practically steaming out from his ears.

"No, it's fine. You've done a lot for me already, I owe you." He grinned brightly, the dark cloud looming over from before gone in an instant, "for that phone call too."

"Sure," it wouldn't be bad to have a Hyde indebted to you.

Tyler checked the ticking clock on the kitchen wall, "I guess it is getting late… See you in the morning?"

You nodded. "Night, Galpin." 

"G-Good night! Have a good sleep." He smiled dopey, waving briskly while walking backwards to the foot of the stairs before jogging up to his bedroom. So naturally at home.

Just how eager was he to get back in his room?

 That wasn't his usual way of walking, what could he be looking forward to or hiding in there… Or he could just be relieved of stress after that talk with his father, maybe that brought about his new behavior.

Your suspicions were beginning to sound far-fetched even to yourself but then again, there was always that silver of possibility that he could be planning to rebel against you. 

So you moved fast towards the kitchen sink, tiny spikes of uneasiness pulsing through you, turning the facuet on and letting the water run loudly as you went to look into the trash bin.

Expecting to look down into a void of nothingness.

The large black plastic bag sleeved over the edge of the bin looked loose and puffy. Clearly you didn't do this, your meticulousness wouldn't allow such a lazy set up. You pat down the puffy areas, flattening the edges to allow better access in seeing what trash had been collected.

Shiny peices of black metal greet you at the bottom of the pit, tiny and almost powder-like glitter in the kitchen light. What previously used to be a burner phone now looked like the result of being in someone's clenched fist. Useful monsterous strength… if he could actually get it under his full control.

Whatever anxiety crept inside your heart disappeared as you contently spun on your heel and turned off the kitchen faucet. 

A small appreciation for Tyler as thanks to him, there's less work for you now.

You wondered why you even felt 'anxious' at all, it must've been the slight stress of knowing he could've screwed things up for you. And himself. Now that makes sense, of course since it's not as if you actually knew him personally even back in town. 

Feeling much more at peace, you headed towards your own bedroom, adjacent from Tyler's. His room barely made any noise except for the few inaudible mumbles and the faint use of his shower and the light peeking through from underneath his door. 

You never noticed before but he always had the lights turned on in there. Well, it's not as if you were the one paying the electrical bill. It was nothing noteworthy.

Once settling in your own bed and underneath your blanket in the cozy dark, sleep came easily… Until your brain jostled an interesting observation your very eyes must've slipped. 

In the trash bin, there was no sight of the small black piece. The memory card. 

The sim card. 

Despite his questionable actions, you chose to sleep, thoughts racing alongside a strange excitement building up in you. 

Oh what are you up to, Tyler Galpin.

Time was ticking. Neither on his or your side. He just didn't know it yet.

In the following morning you received a misscall from an unknown number. Father. He never contacts you first. There's nothing he needs that you could provide. It must be about the Hyde. 

Finally.

[headcanonsandmore]

What your Doctor Who sapphic crush says about you (aside from the 60s companions because I haven't met most of them yet)

Liz Shaw: You like a woman who could technically kick your arse, but you'd rather they just info-dump about science to you.

Jo Grant: You like a kind, sweet person who cares deeply for their friends. You also probably REALLY like 70s fashion.

Sarah-Jane Smith: You like a woman with intelligence, charisma and a lot of guts. Either that, or 'SJA' may have been very formative for you.

Leela: You like a woman who could kick your arse in-theory but really you just want to be carried bridal-style.

Romana: You DO like a woman who could your arse. And smiles whilst doing it.

Tegan Jovanka: You are an old-school Whovian. You've been here a long time and probably will be for the rest of your life. You also love slightly grumpy lesbian-coded women with hilariously bad 80s fashion. You are a delight to be around. You also probably fancy Janet Fielding too.

Nyssa of Traken: Much the same as for Tegan, but you prefer quieter sapphic-coded women with curly 70s-style haircuts. And, yes, you probably fancy Sarah Sutton too.

Peri Brown: You... have very complicated emotions regarding what the BBC wardrobe department had Nicola wear.

Mel Smith: According to polls I've put out, you don't exist? Sorry about that; I personally think you are awesome and valid.

Ace McShane: You'd think this was the easy option for this question, but it's an excellent option. Like... it's Ace McShane; who DOESN'T love her?

Rose Tyler: You either wanted to be the Ninth or Tenth Doctor for reasons that you only discovered later on.

Martha Jones: You are valid and I'm sorry that this fandom was so mean to you for so long.

Donna Noble: You like someone who can make you laugh and that you can be best friends with.

Amy Pond: You like redheads and/or Scottish accents. You still haven't forgiven Moffat for the Manhattan episode.

River Song: You like MILFs who could kick your arse whilst calling you 'sweetie'. You have a complicated relationship to how the Doctor treated her.

Clara Oswald: Your type is a funny, witty person who... is also a fair bit messed up. I am a tad concerned for you.

Bill Potts: You are really cool. Just... super cool. I would like to be your ace bestie.

Yasmin Khan: Your type is a kind, sweet person who is loyal to their friends. They may have had some mental health issues they are currently working through, but -hey- who doesn't nowadays? No complaints here; you are awesome and I respect you a great deal.

Thirteen: You are every other sapphic person on Tumblr. Does that make you less valid? Of course not. You also probably fancy Jodie Whittaker. Maybe check out 'Adult Life Skills' to cope with your grief?

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

My reaction to episode 3 of season 2 of Criminal Minds Evolution

Spoilers under the cut

"Are you okay?" Emily does that man LOOK okay?????

A deepfake porn site??? that's the big secret???? is anyone else a little disappointed???

Also there's no way voit could have said all that in such little time???

Luke: a secret will fracture the team and voit knows that and told me on purpose Emily: don't play his game then. just keep it a secret. Me: .... Huh?

Is... is this going to be the Ultimate Jemily Moment???? Is there some weird fake Jemily porn on this site which is why Emily is SO adamant JJ never find out and worried Luke looked???? If that is the case, Jemily fans I am so sorry

them managing to give Penelope a cat-related opening quote is honestly HILARIOUS

Oh, THIS is where Emily's wack-o neighbor comes in. Ofc. He was a conspiracy theorist after all

Bailey mention 😭😭😭

Oh so "that was fire" is about literal fire 🤣🤣

"Can I drink lighter fluid instead?" Babygirl you are so dramatic i love you. but please keep this energy toward tyler PLEASE

and we're back on the jet!!!

Luke looks physically uncomfortable keeping this a secret from JJ

I find it hard to believe Emily didn't know JJ already knew considering how close they used to be

This jj/luke friendship is SO important to me

Luke is babysitting 🤣🤣🤣

Luke is so awkward around those girls 😂😂😂

Sydney has a point...

I think Luke just wanted to watch anything BUT anime 🤣🤣🤣 otherwise he'll get upset

Fellow Girl Dad Luke truthers how we doing with this scene?? him teaching them to play soccer???

Luke is so smiley!!!! Like @lklvz said to me, his Adam Rodriguez is slipping out. he's such a dad!!!

Brian Garrity what's up my guyyy

They changed Brian's ex-wife's name???? In "Saturday" it was Patricia and now it's Sheila

Me, the second i hear the camera click: ohhhhhhhhhh shit

I need this couple to survive. They're probably not going to but oh my god she's pregnant i need them to survive

Penelope giving herself a script for a difficult phone call is such a mood

Tyler what the FUCK, man

TYLER PUT THE SYRINGE DOWN

wtf was that scene???

aaaand he cloned his cell phone TYLER FUCKING STOP

tyler texting penelope nooo

SHE SAID "NO" HAHA YESSSS

Oh Holly.... when i saw her pulling at her sleeves i though that was what was happening. Oh my heart is breaking for this poor girl.

oh i am SOBBING

yay they saved the couple!!!!

Not Tara calling Rossi old 🤣🤣🤣

"Pilates, upper-body work, a little help from SWAT" these visuals are hilarious

Tara you are so pretty when you smile

Luke definitely didn't tell JJ everything. i can TELL by his face there is more he wants to say to her

Oh my GOD poor JJ

Tyler Green if you show up at Penelope's house while she is stress-baking I'm gonna scream

godDAMMIT

And adding to the list of Luke/Tyler similarities, this pose Tyler is making against the door is the same pose Luke made against the frame of the elevator when he and Penelope had their first on-screen interaction

Go OFF Penelope

NO. SHUT UP ABOUT THE BLACK QUEEN.

Tyler is obsessed with Penelope being the black queen. Luke just... wants her to be herself. I feel an essay coming on

Brian's about to get himself fucking shot

JJ sweetie NO don't look i PROMISE you don't want to see

shaking cam slowly drawing away from JJ's face as she sees what's on screen.... three cheers for our director! I love Adam episodes. Although this is the first one with no garvez which makes me sad

aaaand now Emily's under arrest. perfect.

Brian you FUCKER

we are 3/3 so far for Emily saying "fuck" in an episode 🤣

[munch4march]

Am here to yell at you from AO3 about the Tyler fic

I'm shattered whatg the hell I am ACTUALLY typing through tears

Good job but ow 😭

aw you're such a sweetie pie!! i'm so sorry i'm just seeing this like a month later but thank YOUUU!!

and i'm sorry. i'm very sorry.

[gale--dekarios]

“Oh that’s a load off 😏”

Total drama quotes but we just add “😏” to the end of them.

“Give me an ale-hand-bro 😏”

[kellmareshgf]

in conclusion men aren't shit

[billie-pipers]

how i be, after regaining the creative side of myself (after such a slow and miserable week), without any assigned homework and a 3 day weekend:

[princessphilly]

Personal Lock and Key

This is for @fallinallincurls who requested:

They have specified that they like to read about the following players and genres: Mathew Barzal, Nathan MacKinnon, Sidney Crosby, Tyler Seguin, Anthony Beauvillier, Tyson Jost. fluff, smut (18+ only), hurt/comfort. Reader Insert.

She has Nathan MacKinnon and some fluffy fluff. I wanted to give you some smut but my health isn’t letting me write like I want to right now. ilysm sweetie!

WC: 1697

“I want you.”

Nate saw his whispered words create frost on the cold windows. His eyes were on you, your brown hair whipping around you like a halo as you played with Linnea. There was a fresh snowfall on the ground and you exclaimed that it would be perfect for playing in the snow. Nate had chosen to stay inside, feeling a bit out of place.

He was Nathan Fucking MacKinnon. Former first-overall pick, super star, star for the Avs. But every time he saw you, the babysitter for the Landeskogs, Nate felt like a pimply-faced, tongue-tied teen again.

“Staring again?”

Nate turned around to see Mikko giving him a knowing glance. “Like you wouldn’t.”

“She is pretty. Linnea was asking her if she could make her hair like hers but she said that she would braid Linnea’s hair and she’d wear braids too,” Mikko remarked. “Bubbles’ sweet. Stop being a punk, Mac.”

Nate punched Mikko on the arm as Mikko laughed. As if they could hear from outside, you and Linnea turned towards them and Nate inwardly groaned. You waved and then a random snowball hit you in the head. Turning around, Nate smirked as you yelled at Josty before Linnea tackled him.

**

“You’re going to have to save Nate from himself.”

You groaned at Tyson before you took a sip of your Boba tea. “I’ve sent him so many signals, I can’t get too obvious.”

“Nate is dense. Sorry, Bubbles.”

“So, I need to like, wear a t-shirt saying, ‘I like you and want to do all kinds of things with you, Nate’? That’s kinda embarrassing. What if he’s not interested and he’s just pretending. I am only Linnea’s babysitter,” you fretted.

“Linnea’s babysitter and future speech pathologist.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you knew that big word,” you teased as Tyson threw a fry at you.

There was a short companionable silence before Tyson jumped up and waved. “Over here!”

You turned around to see JT and Cale coming in. As they made their way to your table and sat down, Cale commented, “Nate would be boarding you in practice tomorrow if he saw you here with Bubbles.”

“Oh, so he’s so obsessed with me but if I smile at him, his cheeks turn red and he starts stammering,” you complained.

The guys shared a look before Tyson got a devious look on his face. “I have an idea.”

“Uh oh, Tyson got an idea? Time to hide,” teased JT.

As Tyson threw a fry at him, Cale commented, “If this idea takes everyone out of their misery; it’ll be worth it.”

“Let’s hope so,” you grumbled before the guys started to talk shop about hockey. It was really getting annoying. You liked the reddish-blond himbo from the first moment you met him. You always thought it was mutual but the boy couldn’t take a hint to save his life. You knew he said he wasn’t romantic but you believed all men weren’t really romantic until they met the one.

Whenever you two were at the same place, you could feel Nate’s eyes on you. If you needed something, he always rushed to get it, to everyone’s amusement. But other than that, he clammed up like the shyest boy ever whenever you tried to talk to him. You sighed before stealing one of Tyson’s fries. As you munched on it, he pushed the rest to you.

Tyson’s idea better work, you thought, or you were going to permanently shelve the idea of dating Nate and move on to the next person.

**

You had to give Tyson credit. It was definitely ingenious and a reminder of the different parties and mixers your sorority had in college. Tyson set up a Lock and Key party. Each person had either a lock or a key and they had to find the matching lock or key.

Also, there was a mixture of people. Tyson had to have gotten his girlfriend to invite some of the people she knew because the guys weren’t all his teammates. But the vibe was friendly. However, Nathan MacKinnon was nowhere to be found.

“Hey, so do you have a lock or key?”

You smiled at the boy. His name was Derrick and he had a pair of kind green eyes. “I have a lock,” you murmured.

His eyes lit up. “I have a key!”

As you held out your lock, he tried to fit his key in it. Unfortunately, it didn’t fit. “Aw, that sucks,” he good-naturedly complained. “Someone else is going to be lucky to have a key that fits the prettiest girl here’s lock.”

“I hope so, but if not, you can always come around, Derrick,” you flirted. Nate was nowhere to be seen yet and you weren't going to stand around waiting for him.

**

“This is the stupidest theme for a party yet,” Nate complained on the phone as he pulled on a pair of sneakers. Tyson and his girlfriend had decided to play matchmakers with a lock and key party. The whole idea was so fucking stupid to Nate and he didn’t even plan to go. “Let me guess, she’s trying to hook all her friends up with a player of their own.”

“Bubbles is here and she’s having the time of her life,” Cale simply stated.

Nate paused, glad he was talking into his Airpods and not holding his phone. Bubbles, the one girl who said she outgrew parties when she graduated from college, she was there. The pause was long enough for Cale to call out, “Mac, are you there?”

“Yeah… I’m here. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

Nate frowned as he looked at himself in the mirror. His fit was fine but fuck, the idea of Bubbles matching up with another guy at Tyson’s party pissed him off. Feeling his face already turning red with anger, Nate took in several calming breaths. It was going to be alright.

**

An hour had passed and you were having fun. So far, no matches but for a party with twenty-somethings, it was pretty chill and laid back. Then you felt a prickle of awareness on your spine. Turning around, you saw Nate, his cheeks ruddy as he hugged Tyson’s girlfriend. Then your eyes met and while Nate smiled, something was different this time.

It seemed like time went slow as Nate made his way around the party, a key in his hand. You felt a sense of dread as you realized exactly what Tyson did but you hoped it would turn out okay. However, a little part of yourself began to mock you. He’s never been interested in you, you were just making it up. Mentally, you told that part to shut the fuck up as you smiled at another group of Tyson’s girlfriend’s friends.

**

Nate grinned at the girl, his key not working in her lock. He was actually having fun even though now, he had an idea of what was going on. Part of him wanted to rush to Bubbles right away and try his key in her lock but the idea of failing right away made Nate decide to move around the party at first. But now, he watched as you exited another conversation, smoothing your hair around your ponytail. As always, you were popular and Nate wanted to push all the other guys away from you. His eyes lazily followed your figure as you made your way to the bathroom. The group chat was blazing with the boys mocking and encouragement, different guys calling him a punk for waiting. However, Nate was ready to try.

**

Splashing water on your face, you blinked before taking out a brush and smoothing down your hair before pulling it back into a ponytail. It was starting to get hot in the house and your hair was starting to frizz. You were also ready to go home, eat some Chubby Hubby ice cream, and reactivate Tinder. Well, maybe not reactivate Tinder. Sighing, you opened the door to see Nate standing against the wall.

“Hey Nate! Have you been waiting long? I’m sorry,” you said, glad that you didn’t trip over your words. There was something that he did to you when you two were by yourselves.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Bubbles.”

You gulped as he smirked. “Is that a bad thing,” he teased.

“No, I just realized these are the most words you ever said to me without running away.”

Nate sucked in a breath at your quip. “I’m sorry, Bubbles. Kinda hard to talk to the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Don’t want to make myself look like an idiot.”

You bit your lip, Nate had given you the perfect opening to make a smart remark but you decided not to take it this time. The strains of dvsn’s song, “Body Smile” played as you two locked eyes.

Now that you know, You were better than I was ready for, oh

“Do you have your lock,” Nate asked, breaking the silence. You silently gave him the lock, hoping against hope it was going to work.

Nate’s hands shook as he held onto your lock, carefully sliding his key in. Twisting it, your lock popped open, showing that it was a match.

“They set us up,” you murmured, looking down at the floor.

Scratching the back of his head, Nate realized it was now or never. “Then maybe, if you’d like, we could go out next weekend. Dinner, we have an off night-”

You touched Nate’s face, a soft smile on your lips. Intending to peck him slightly on the cheek, Nate turned his face to where your lips met his. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you realized that was your first kiss with Nate. “Sure,” you whispered.

**

Fifteen years later

“So mommy, how did you and Daddy get together again?”

You linked eyes with Nate as your inquisitive daughter looked up at you. Your boys rolled their eyes as they played their video games but you knew they loved the story too.

Nate mock-groaned as you began, “Once upon a time, your mother was in grad school and your father played for the Avs…”

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt.13 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Monster

“Billy has improved. A lot.” Seated on Mrs. Martinez's office, you go over why Billy deserves a good recommendation letter. Half the teachers already agreed, much more because of you than because of him, but that's not the point. “He doesn't get a C since he started, he wants to be a Marine Biologist and he gets straight As on Biology and honestly, he's actually helping me on Chemistry.”

“I've been tracking his progress and I've been impressed with your work. Billy Hargrove is by far the best in the program.” She read some files, putting them down before looking up at you. “I also noticed that you two became very close.”

“Mmm, yeah... W-we're dating.” You stutter, clearing your throat. “But it doesn't change the fact that he's doing great. I mean, Billy does want to go to college and–”

“Don't worry about it. A student's love life isn't my business. I just mentioned it because it was impossible not to notice.” She smiles and you blush even more. “Well, I'll be happy to write him a good recommendation letter. But for the principal, it'll be good if you get some of Billy's friends to make some reports. But we can arrange it immediately if you want. The Principal is in a meeting but I can let you know as soon as he's available if you manage to get some people right now.”

You stand up, smiling. “I can. Thank you so much.” Mrs. Martinez got that urgency of the matter, and you're more than eager to keep that up. “I'll gather some people and whenever you're ready I'll be at the parking lot.”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright.” With another ‘thank you’, you rush outside, walking fast to the parking lot. Billy is leaning against his car, and Nancy and the others are near Steve's car, a couple of feet away.

“Princess of Hawkins number two. Are we going or not?” Steve asks, making Billy notice your presence. “I'm dying for some ice cream.”

“Actually, I need a huge favor from the three of you.” Keeping your voice soft, you walk over to Billy, standing next to him. The stick on his mouth gets your attention, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that my lollipop? That I was saving up?”

“...No.” He mutters, with a half-smile as he takes the candy off his mouth. “Maybe. But we can share.” Billy gives you the lollipop and you roll your eyes, biting back a smile before putting it into your mouth. And for some reason, Billy has that stupid smirk on his face

“That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen,” Steve speaks up, getting your attention.

Looking at him, you shrug your shoulders. “What? I kiss that mouth, you know that, right?”

“And you do a great job doing it,” Billy whispers on your year before taking the candy once again.

“Alright. You, drop it.” With a finger on Billy's face, you take the lollipop from his mouth again. “I have something important to say.” Turning at your friends, you take a deep breath. “Mrs. Martinez agreed on writing a good recommendation letter for Billy. But to convince the Principal to do the same, she needs a couple of students to... Give some reports, you know. As witnesses that my handsome boyfriend is now an amazing student too.”

Steve bursts into laughter, covering his mouth with one hand as you stare at him. Arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. It takes long seconds until he stops. “What?” He stutters. “You can't possibly think I'll...” As he speaks, Steve looks at the others, and not Nancy or Jonathan seems to find it funny. “Oh, c'mon. I agreed on standing Billy, but I never agreed on giving good reports.”

“Steve, this is important.”

“(Y/N), c'mon. Billy isn't–”

“Billy has good grades now and that's what I'm talking about. You don't have to like him.” Walking over Steve, you touch his shoulder. “You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but we're trying to build our future. And if you find it in your heart to do this for me, I'll be very thankful.”

“God, you're so damn good.” Billy mutters, and you roll your eyes.

“Well...” Stepping back, you smile. “I could also kill Steve. Would you help me hide the body, B?”

“Ridiculous,” Steve mumbles, making you giggle. “Fine, (Y/N). Just because somehow you made a good boyfriend out of this scumbag.”

“I'd take that back if I were you,” Billy says, raising his voice a bit.

“Woah, back down.” It's not the first time the two have incidents like this, and you always have to calm them down. “You guys have to–”

“(Y/N).” Mrs. Martinez calls and you look to your left. She walks fast, smiling. “The Principal will see the students now. But you can't be inside the office for that. They'll be interviewed separately.”

“Alright.” Breathing out, you give Steve a look. “Don't say anything driven by your personal–”

“I won't.” Steve rolls his eyes.

Mrs. Martinez guides the three of them inside the school again, and you follow them, holding hands with Billy. “It'll work.” You tell him.

“It will.” He agrees, with the smile that belongs to you alone.

“Billy boy!” Someone yells and you soon recognize Tommy, with an arm around Carol's shoulders. “Forgot to tell you, buddy. Awesome party tonight at my place.” Tommy smiles and nods at you, and Carol does the same. “My parents aren't home so we'll go hard, all night long and I count on you to set the tone as we like it.” As he speaks, he gives you a weird look. “You don't have to come if you don't want, (Y/N). I know you don't really like it.”

“I'm not going without (Y/N), you know that,” Billy says, and Tommy rolls his eyes.

“C'mon, pal. I planned everything. Wild and dirty, as you like it. I'm sure (Y/N) won't mind you going by yourself, right (Y/N)?”

“I won't. He can–”

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go,” Tommy speaks out, cutting you off. “A lot of things to do. See you there. Bye, my friends.” Waving, both he and Carol walk away.

Billy starts walking again, but you hold his hands, forcing him to stop. “B, I want to go.” You tell him, sighing. These parties aren't your thing, even though you've been to some with Billy. Mostly when it's someone's birthday. But other than that, you've been skipping them. He likes them though, and you don't want to be the one to hold him back. “Let's party and do whatever he meant by wild and dirty.”

Billy giggles, pulling you close. “You have no idea what he meant by that, pretty girl. And you don't have to go, it's alright.”

“No, B. I know you have fun on those things and I really...” You don't want to lie, not to him. So you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Just go, alright? Have fun with your friends and... I just... I don't want to be the one to keep you from doing stuff you like. You know I'm not... I'm not like you in many, many aspects but–”

“(Y/N), listen.” Billy takes both your hands, looking down at you. “I love you.”

“B...”

“Shhh. I love when you call me that but listen.” Cupping your cheeks, he places a quick, soft kiss on your lips. “I love you just like that. Good girl, with perfect grades and so damn polite and friendly that sometimes almost kills me of jealously.” He smiles, kissing your nose. “But I wouldn't change a thing about you. Your... Goodness was exactly what made me fall for you. You're... Everything I'm not. And I'm still perplexed that you love me back.”

You're a blushing mess when he's done speaking, eyes locked on his. “A-are you sure?”

“I am.” He nods, smiling. “Why go to some stupid party when I can stay with you?”

“I'll invite you to dinner then... Let's say... Pizza?”

“Pizza.” He agrees.

“Mr. Hargrove.” The teacher calls, and you both look at her. “The Principal wants to talk to you.”

“Right away.” He says, winking at you.

When Billy enters the Principal office, you wait outside, leaning against the wall. To say you're nervous is an understatement. The Principal's letter is the most important, and you know he needs it very much.

“Sweet (Y/N).” A masculine voice calls, and you immediately look to your left, leaving your bag on the floor. It's Tyler, coming from around the corner. “What are you doing here all alone?”

“What are you doing here? Detention again?” Tyler is the only one of Billy's friends you can't stand. You soon figured out he's more like a parasite, sticking close even though people don't really like him. But still, you try not to treat him like the asshole he is. But it doesn't mean you have to answer his questions.

“No, no.” He smiles, a disgusting smile that sends shivers down your spine. Not the good kind of shivers. “I had to leave something on my locker but now... I'm actually happy I got you alone.” Tyler walks over you, standing a bit too close, making you step back. “Now tell me, (Y/N). What are you doing here? ...All alone?” He leans closer, his mouth close to your ear.

You immediately move away, violently pushing his chest. Tyler always gives you this sensation, as if he's trying to get to you somehow. And you hate it. It makes you feel like you're completely naked under his stare. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask, anger flowing out. “Stay the hell away from me, you jerk.”

Tyler laughs. Out loud, mocking you. You're about to curse again him when it happens.

Tyler moves too fast, an arm encircling your waist. His grip is too strong, and it makes you violently collapse against his chest. “I've trying to get you for far too long, sweetie.” He grunts as you start fighting, pushing him away and still trying to understand what the hell is going on. “If Billy can have you, so can I. Or do you think–” He stops suddenly when you succeed to hit him in the ribs.

“LET GO OF ME!” You manage to push out, as loud as you can, your mind yelling for Billy. But before you can say it, call for him, a hand comes to your mouth, and Tyler's free hand starts wandering through your body.

You feel violated, abused already, but it doesn't matter how hard you try, he's stronger than you.

“Sweet (Y/N), let's...” He starts pulling you, and you do try to resist as much as you can. “...Let's find ourselves some nice supply closet and get more... Comfortable? What do you think, huh? Gonna show you how a man–”

“LET GO OF HER!” The scream, the voice that sounds like thunder, makes your whole body relax at the same time Tyler's grip loosens.

The rest is pure chaos.

Billy grabs Tyler and throws him to the ground. Someone pulls you away from the fight, and you soon recognize Nancy. In her embrace, you hide your face in her hair, and she helps as you fix your clothes.

Your mind is mess, and you can't even process what's happening.

The only thing you know is that you're safe now, away from that monster. And Billy is beating him up into a bloody mess.

×

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Reactions to Superman and Lois S01E08

Lois seeing a therapist, damn, look at them going for the mental health angle again. Good for them. Also, Lois hurt someone!?! Oh God. panics

And they are talking to the kids about how they are??? About time. But then... they don't actually talk. 😫 And it's Jon WANTING TO HELP again. Baby, let them help you 😭

Isn't it weird that the RV is with the Kents? Like, shouldn't that be in evidence, protected by the government or military? 😅

Little AI bot: "Identify yourself" Lois: "Lois Lane" Bot: "Voice authentication completed. Good morning, Lois." Lois: "How do you know my name?"

Sweetie, YOU JUST TOLD THAT THING YOUR NAME 😂 "How do you know who I am" might have been a better question.

Sarah is getting some extracurricular activities, okay. Tying stage performance to her and Jordan's anxiety, nice. I can roll with this.

Okay, but why are the boys AND Clark stepping back from the football team? Like, what is their excuse? The Coach is just "okay, fair"?

"THE KRYPTONIANS ARE HERE" what?!?!?!

I'm sorry, but Tyler has such a soft boy look, even in the suit. How can you think he will turn on anyone? He's a puppy 😅

Fuck you, Sassy Clark, I love you so much 😂

"Learning that the man who's trying to kill your husband is your other husband from another world? It kind of feels like new ground to me."

Sooooo when is that talking about feelings with the boys thing coming? Because I'm still waiting.

I like how excited Kyle is about Sarah and her music career 🥺 Now I'm wondering what Kyle is regretting not doing.

Jon being sad about not meeting his sister, Nat, I am CREY 😭

The RV locked him in!!! IS THIS WHEN JON FINALLY SHOWS POWERS!?!? No, false alarm, Clark saves the day. 🙄

AND IT'S JON LOIS YELLS AT????? Poor kid just wants to help, and he gets shit? LET HIM FUCKING TELL HOW HE FEELS. LOIS WTF DON'T CALL HIM STUPID!!!??? Okay, Clark, sweetie, this is when you jump in, while the kid is there, and stop her from calling him stupid. Not after it's all been said and he runs away in tears. But at least he said he would talk to him. Which WE NEVER FUCKING SEE, GODDAMIT, WHY????

FUCK, and Kyle knows Lana didn't put his name down on purpose. Fuck, they were finally getting better as a couple.😫🥺

MISCARRIAGE?????? WHAAAAAAAAAAA. The name they picked for the baby is Natalie, right???? Fucking called it! Natalie gsgagahdhjaha

KRYPTONIAN DUDE in the army!!!

Okay, but Lois thinking they lost the baby because of her 😭😭😭🥺 Also, thank you, therapist, for saying it's so often genetic and not environmental, and that her doing regular stuff during is totally fine. It wasn't her fault.

I understand her but I really hope she has a proper heart to heart with Jon where she asks HIM about his feelings.

"The only person I have here" JONATHAN IS LONELY, give him friends!

Jordan helping out Sarah with the audition 🥺They are so cute playing music together and yet again, no one is talking to Jon because other things are more important

Okay but why didn't we see Clark talking to Jon?????? Fucking no one is comforting that kid on screen...????!

Clark going to the sector where weapons could literally kill him... yes 🥺 immediately gets blasted in the face with kryptonite aerosol

Another fight Superman doesn't win? YUP, saved by Irons, then by Lois. 🙈

Clark believes John Henry, YES. Hopefully John Henry will become Steel soon enough.

Kyle is failing as a dad. Again 😓 I hope that's rock bottom for him and he can start getting up from there because I'm getting tired of him fucking up over and over again with no improvement. Guess him chucking all the booze could be considered a start?

Jordan now has a new/old hobby, he's playing the piano. WHY DOES JON NOT HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!

When the twins were 18 months old, that's when the miscarriage happened? They made it sound like it was so recent. Those feelings have been festering inside Lois for 13 years!?!?!?

WHY DOES JON FORGIVE IMMEDIATELY??? LET HIM BE MAD ffs, he's a 14-year-old teenager, saying "I had already lost a kid and I didn't wanna lose another" shouldn't make a teen go "yeah, that's rough, I'm sorry" like she didn't call him stupid or said he would have been the only one to blame had he died.

Jordan Elsass is nailing it, damn. And Bitsie is right there with him. 💜

This was a very emotional episode, dealing with a lot of heavy stuff but they did it really well 🥺

[thevelvetseries]

Voice In My Head (Part 2)

Summary : This is the story about Ashley Ackles and how her life turned upside down.

Pairing : Jensen Ackles x Daughter Reader / Danneel Ackles x Daughter Reader

Warnings : Fluff, Angst, Eating Disorder, Self Inflicting Cuts, Self Hate, Attempted Suicide, Minor Drug Use.

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Jensen was currently sitting up in the living room watching a movie waiting for his daughter to make it home from the party she had attended that night. It was currently 12:30am and she still wasn’t home and was starting to get worried. He had tried calling and texting her and she wasn’t answering. After 10 more minutes his phone started ringing, it was an unknown number. Normally he doesn’t answer them, but tonight something was telling him that he needed to, what he didn’t know was that phone call was going to crash his heart. A strange feeling washed over him as he answered the phone.

“Hello?” Jensen asked in a tired voice.

“Hello, am I currently speaking to a Mr Jensen Ackles, the father of Ashley Ackles?” The lady on the other end of the call spoke.

Jensen was getting nervous, a lump formed in his throat making it hard to swallow. “Yes. Yes, I am.” he took a breath “May I ask who’s calling?”

“Hi, my name is Dr Mendes, I’m a doctor at Lakewood Hospital, I’m afraid I have some bad new regarding your daughter Ashley.”

Beep beep beep beep beep was the first thing I could hear when I started to wake up. My eyes where still closed but I was awake, I was just too tired maybe weak to open my eyes. Both of my hand were filled with a hand of another, I squeezed my hands as tight as I could, which wasn’t a lot, but the next thing I knew I could hear my dad and mum talking to me.

“Hey sweetie, it’s ok. Open your eyes for me.” I could hear my dad saying.

“Come on baby.” Mum said.

After a few minutes I slowly started to open my eyes and was pulled into a hug from my parents.

“I’m so glad you’re ok sweetie.” Mum said while rubbing her hand down my hair flattening it as she goes.

After spending some time talking to the doctors and my parents I remember that I wasn’t alone in the car, Tyler and Matt where there too.

“OMG!! Please tell me they’re ok. Please. I need to know is Tyler and Matt are ok” I say starting to get a little irritated.

“Sweetie calm down. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” My Dad says trying to calm me down.

“Just tell me they’re ok.” I reply deflated.

“Tyler is ok, he has a concussion but he is going to be released tomorrow.” Dad started saying.

“Well that’s good, how about Matt?.” I interrupted.

“Sweetie.” Mum started and from the tone of her voice I knew something wasn’t ok.

“No. Tell me he’s ok.” I say.

“I’m sorry sweetie. He didn’t make it. He’s gone.” She says in a low voice.

That’s when I started to freak out. It couldn’t be true, he couldn’t be gone. He can’t be. My boyfriend of 2 years was gone and there was no way to bring him back. Why didn’t I just go another way to drop Tyler off last night why did I not make sure it was really clear before pulling out. I just stayed in my hospital bed crying my eyes out in my mother’s arms while my dad held my hand and rubs his thumb over my hand. I had just lost the love of my life. He was dead.

Death is not something that we really like to talk or think about. However, without death our lives would have no context. If we didn’t have any context in life what would our meaning to be alive? Why are we breathing? Why are we still alive? The people around you are your meaning. Individually you can’t create a life with meaning, but together you can with your family and friends, you can build a life with meaning and leave a legacy behind once you’re gone.

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[alex-guerin]

*shudders!* Jones...Dictator...whatever he clls himself...the Max Prime...whatever...the full beard is just WRONG and GROSS! In my defense, I'm not a fan of guys with beards anyway. Scruffy, fine, I can live with scruffy. Full bushy beards though? *shudders and cringes and just no*

*hisses!* LEAVE MAXWELL ALONE! DON'T TOUCH HIM!

A typewriter, Max? Really??

...is Heath good peoples? Do we trust him? Last time I trusted a new guy on the show, I ended up not approving of him on the grounds he was a creep....looking at you, Diego.

Max. No. Remove yourself from the mechanical bull. You're ridiculous.

"There is no lying in the mindscape. Let the games begin!" "Okay, are you still dating that bartender from Planet 7?" "How about I tell you 6 positions we have tried and you tell me which one I'm making up?" The quips between Is and Michael give me life, I swear.

Sooooo lemme get this straight. First Max was becoming a junkie off Liz's antidote...now he's shooting up with nail polish remover? Is there an alien rehab we can send this dying boy to?

Also, Michael being nervous about Alex coming back from wherever he's been?? 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰

"I wanna take a bath in that..." Gregory Manes, I adore you sir.

What...what? No! I don't want Kyle to leave! I actually like that dork! Please don't tell me Kyle leaves the show!?

Maria and Gregory Manes. Yes. Good. I am 100% here for them. I love this for them.

O.o soooo little known fact about me...I ADORE drag racing and always kinda wished I'd learned how to. But alas, like so many things, I did not. But I'd be 3000% down for sitting shotgun in Gregory Manes' car as he guns it down a deserted New Mexico road in the middle of the night. Fuck yes! Guh!! So futzing hot!!!

Hold up. C'mon now. I am willing to bet that statue of Jesse Manes is supposed to be copper...it's been a year...probably even less time since it was put up. It should not be that oxidized yet....

ALEX! MY BABY! MY PRECIOUS ONE! I LOVE YOU!!! ....now step away from Forrest Long because Michael is there to welcome you home....

....oh Michael....oh sweetie.....I'm so sorry, sweetheart....you...that was...DAMMIT ALEX! WHY���D YOU HAVE TO DO THAT?! i'mma go cry for my poor Michael now....

Uhhhhhhhh...while normally I'd be supportive of Alex appaently having a healthy and...definitely athletic looking sex life....I cannot support it being with Forrest Long. That is just wrong.

I also feel skeevy going, "Whoa...fuck me..." over a legit gay man....should I feel skeevy for drooling over a naked gay man?? Probably, right? I'm sorry....

Oh shit...Wyatt Long has found Rosa...not good. Very much not good!! Leave my precious girl alone you racist bastard!!

....excuse me while I glaaaaaaaaaaaaare Forrest Long into a deep hole in the desert. Alex just got back, he just got out of the military (I'm assuming) AND NOW YOU’RE TRYING TO RECRUIT HIM TO ANOTHER SHADY GOVERNMENT ESTABLISHMENT?!! I KNEW FROM THE START I DIDN'T LIKE YOU!!!

NO! LEAVE MY ALEX ALONE! HE CAN'T BE CUT OFF FROM EVERYONE! WHAT ABOUT MICHAEL?!?!?!

Max? How do you not get the weirdest fucking looks going into a store and buying out their supply of nail polish remover? Y'know you can buy straight acetone by the gallon, right? And there's this amazing thing called the internet where you buy weird shit judgement free...

Kyle...did...you steal an ambulance to chase Max down and bitch him out? Because I support this...

*wibbles!* my Pod Squad...

"It's America. Everyone has student loans." Hm...Liz is almost not wrong. Not EVERYONE, but I get what she's saying.

"Oh! You know Alex is back! Did you come to invite me to the wedding?" "Haaad to go and make it awkward, huh Deluca?" Way to rub salt into that open wound on Michael's heart, Maria....

Do Kyle and Isobel get together? I mean, don't get me wrong, Is and the bartender are awesome, support her bi awakening, but I kinda want her and Kyle together...

I wish to know how Tyler Blackburn got that scar on his forehead...how would they explain it for how Alex got it? I mean, it's a pretty noticeable scar...

Wyatt, go home. You're drunk. Leave my precious Rosa alone!

YES!! GOOD!!! WIPE THAT BASTARD'S MEMORY!

FUCKING GOOD!!! GO AWAY FORREST! ALEX IS TOO GOOD FOR YOU! HE BELONGS WITH MICHAEL! THEY'RE FUCKING COSMIC!!!

....okay, dafuq did I just see happen? What's with the dumbasses in alien masks attacking Maria??

I would like very much to play with Michael's adorable curly hair. It looks so soft and fluffy!

Jones is fucking CREEPY and I dislike him. Which, I know is the point, but still.

"And thanks for the sex. It actually wasn't bad." Lmao! Man...it's probably just my demi/ace ass being demi/ace but, in my experience? Sex sucks. Like, taking care of things yourself is more satisfying than sex. Or maybe I just slept with the wrong guy...probably that and sex sucking.

...I'm still not sure about Heath....

Wyatt without his memory is kind of cute and adorable. "Okay, things are a little fuzzy but...the South lost the war...."

Rosa, honey, you probably did him a favor by wiping that much of his memory...

Jones. Stop talking. You make my skin crawl with that....weird accent and Max's voice and just *shudders!*

😳😳😳😳😲😲😲😲😲😳😳😳😳😳😲😲😲😲😵😵😵😵😛😛😛😛😛😛😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 ohfuckmecaptainmanesinuniform.....think I need another shower now, excuse me.....

Lmao!!! Well, that's very Men In Black like. Military men in a white room...where's Rip Torn hiding? Are they "looking for the best of the best of the best. SIR!"?

Also...Alex honey, I'mma need you to wear your Air Force dress uniform....for like...the rest of time. Because, JFC on a pogo stick that is the hottest fucking thing I've seen in a loooooong time! *pants and drools*

Jones you are a lying liar who lies

Is...you had a family that loved and adored you growing up. Michael didn't. So if he wants to believe in what little he knows about his mother, why can't you just let him? It's all he has. And you're not being fair...

Mmmmmm...Alex....that's all I can say about you being so fucking smart....

"Do you really trust the guy who just short circuited his own radio?"

What did Maria mean Michael's powers are the only ones that are limitless? What does that mean?

Dammit Michael! Get those tears out of your eyes!

DAMMIT MAX YOU CAN'T BE ALL TEARY EYED TOO!!

Jones you will SILENCE YOUR FACE, DAMMIT!!!! Don’t go fucking around with Isobel's mind you jackass!

Ok. Ok fine. FINE! So Michael is the Dictator's son. BUT HE IS GOOD! HE'S LIKE HIS MOMMY! HE IS NOTHING LIKE THAT MONSTER!

"And your heart?" "...still tickin'." Uh, yeah, for now! Gods, Maxwell, you need a boot to the head.

Dammit babies!! Can't any of my babies be happy?!?!

"I'm in a nightmare. There's two of you??"

Have I mentioned lately that I adore Gregory Manes?

"A little popcorn. A little xenophobia about aliens. If you miss him we can go egg the statue of him in town square..." seriously, Gregory! My adoration for you continues to grow! And my Alex! My beautiful Alex! Looking all smexy and angsty in that leather jacket and beanie....

But Michael you are NOT a tyrant! You are GOOD!! Please stop saying those things about yourself!!!

"In Maria's vision I say that I am covering up a murder, right?" "Yeah." "It's not you." "You can't know that." "Yes, I can! Because if it were you? I would not cover it up. I would burn the entire world down, first." Excuse me...I...need to go sob over Alex's undying love for Michael....it's been an episode since I've screamed this, so....THEY'RE COSMIC!!!!!!!!

Are Max and Liz cosmic, too? Cuz they keep finding their way back to each other, too, like my baby boys....I'm calling them cosmic lite.

MAXWELL EVANS YOU ARE BEING A HORRIBLE PERSON!

Well SMOOTH FUCKING MOVE, EVANS! Now Jones is on the loose!

....do I watch one more episode before bed? Or be good and turn the TV off and try to get some sleep? I'm not tired, really...but...maybe I could read for awhile? I guess? Save the next episodes for tomorrow after work....even though I desperately want/need more Alex/Michael....ugh! I'll be good and turn it off for now I guess. Save you poor folks from more of my obnoxiousness....

[myhockeyworld87]

Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 33

Word Count: 2,479

POV: Tyler

Warnings: None this is complete fluff

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TYLER'S POV

 You tip-toed into the house, partly in case Jace was asleep and the other part hoping that your wife was. After the scene you made earlier about not wanting to leave the house, you had a feeling she'd still be awake even if she had to keep her eyes open with toothpicks. Though the whole drive home after your interview, you prayed she would be fast asleep, for you knew she was going to kill you the moment you walked through the door.

 As you snuck in the house, you noticed that the television wasn't on, so maybe you did luck out and she was sleeping. Gerry came to greet you and you patted the dog on the head before making your way through the house. She was just walking out of your bedroom, baby monitor in hand, and a scowl on her face. You tried to head her off before, she could start yelling at you. "I know, I fucked up. I'm sorry." She still wasn't smiling even after you apologized. "Baby, you don't know how sorry I am. I know I screwed up. I'm gonna make it right though." You reached for her and she went easily into your arms, so she couldn't be too mad.

 "I can't believe you just let it slip that we're married." She pressed her forehead into your chest, and you leaned down and kissed her head. "I had to put my phone on silent, so it wouldn't wake up Jace." You winced, before pulling her back, so you could look her in the face.

 "I'm so sorry, babe. How is my lil man doing? Did he like watching his daddy play?"

 "Yeah, he loved watching you. Though he hates the way I celebrate when you score." You laughed. "I guess I got a little too excited and maybe a hair bit too loud…and well he started crying."

 "Great, you're going to make him hate when I score." She swatted playfully at your chest. "Ouch."

 "Oh, stop that didn't hurt, and at least I didn't tell the world we secretly got married."

 "Ok, now that did hurt. I didn't do it on purpose." You maneuvered her hips, and lead her over the couch to sit down. "So who all have you ignored so far."

 "Well, I did take Jenna's call, but I let the one from Anna, Liv, and my brother Sean go to voicemail." She rubbed the bridge of her nose; a telltale sign she had a headache coming on. You scooted her so that you could massage her shoulders, it was the least you could do, considering how bad you'd fucked up.

 "I've had both my sisters and Brett, though I'm not sure if he was calling as a friend or for management." You could feel some of her tension melt the longer your fingers kneaded into her neck. "Any ideas on how we want to handle this?"

 "Well, I think we start by telling our families the truth…and maybe groveling a little bit. I'm thinking cute pictures of Jace would help as well."

 "Are you using our child to get out of trouble?"

 "It sounds bad when you put it that way."

 You kissed her neck, before answering back. "Not if it gets us out of the doghouse." She leaned back into your chest then. You could tell she was tired. "How long has Jace been sleeping?"

 "Not long. I just put him down a few minutes before you walked in."

 "We should probably get some sleep than before he has us up in a few hours." Although, the two of you literally just sat down; you figured if you didn't move now, you'd both end up sleeping on the couch until Jace woke you.

 "You're probably right." She eased off the couch, still moving gingerly from all she endured.

 When you walked into the bedroom, you headed straight for Jace's bassinet, which was close to your bed. Cash was sleeping on one side and Marshall on the other, while Gerry stayed at your side. You peered down at your sleeping son, who looked so peaceful, and your heart swelled with love. "Hi bud, daddy missed you." Leaning down you placed a soft kiss on his forehead, careful not to wake him. He stirred a bit but continued to sleep.

 It didn't take either you or (Y/N) long to get ready for bed. She moved the bassinet closer to her side, before crawling in under the covers. You scooted behind as close as you could get so the two of you could gaze at Jace for a few minutes longer, before falling asleep. It was about four hours later that you were woken up by his soft little cries. (Y/N) got up and quickly scooped Jace up, knowing that he was probably hungry and needed to be changed. You made a move to help her. "It's ok Ty. I got him. Go back to sleep."

 It amazed that you that after everything she went through, with Jace's crazy birth, that in just a couple days, (Y/N) made taking care of him seem so easy, as if she'd been doing this for years. She scooted up against the headboard and began to nurse Jace, while you laid there in awe watching your wife and child. You literally had everything you ever wanted right in this room right now, and while you may have screwed up tonight; you had a feeling that if you told both your families this everything would be fine. You nuzzled into her hip and her free hand stroked your hair while Jace fed.

 You never heard or felt her get up and change the baby or put him back down, until sometime in the morning when the light started to peer through the blinds. (Y/N) was sleeping peacefully, so you carefully extracted yourself out of the bed and went to check on your newborn son; who was wide awake in his bassinet just looking around. Before he could cry and wake his mama up, you picked him up and headed out to the kitchen, closing the door to let your wife sleep. Jace fit so easy in the crook of your one arm as you marveled at how tiny your little guy was. "Hey bud, are you gonna hang with me for a while so mommy can sleep?" You stroked his little hand and he grasped your finger. "I'll take that as a yes."

 Grabbing a juice out of the fridge, you plopped down on the couch and turned the tv on, putting it on mute. You turned the station to the NHL network so that you could catch up on scores from the night before. "Daddy plays the Blues tomorrow night and it looks like they won last night. So, we say boo to that." Jace frowned as if understood and didn't want the Blues to win either. "Don't worry, we're going beat them, just for you."

 The two of you finished watching all the scores before they re-aired On The Fly, from the night before. It was about ten minutes into the show when they started to show the highlights from the Stars game. "Watch this here Jace, this is where I scored a goal just for you bud." They continued to show the rest of the goals. "Oh, watch Uncle Chubbs check Josi right there. Daddy should've gone glove side on that one there. I'll teach you that when you get bigger. You're going to have a wicked slap shot?" He made a little cooing noise as if he would and you leaned down and kissed his precious head.

 "Is daddy filling your head with hockey already?" (Y/N) was standing in the archway just watching the two of you.

 "We're just watching some highlights and I may have mentioned a few things he's going to learn." You motioned for her to come and sit beside you, so you could cuddle both your babies. Her hands immediately went to Jace, just caressing his sweet little face. "Don't worry, I know it won't be for a while."

 "Thank goodness for that." She said talking to the baby and not you. "You're just still way too little to even to think about that huh?" Jace's eyes looked around and then fixated on (Y/N), after hearing his mom's voice. She leaned against you, and his gaze followed her. "You didn't have to let me sleep, but thanks."

 "Babe, you need your rest. You've been through a lot, besides Jace wasn't fussy; so we were just having some father-son bonding." You could feel her smile into your chest and you leaned down and kissed her head.

 "You know we still have to deal with the fallout from last night." She didn't need to remind you. You were sure by now there were messages on your phone from your family, though you'd left it on the charger in the bedroom when you'd come out here with Jace. "I'm honestly surprised my parents haven't called." She was scrolling through her phone. "Should we just get this over with?"

 "No time like the present."

 She dialed her parent's house, even though it was still a little early in the morning. "Hey sweetheart, how's my new grandson?" Her mom asked through the speakerphone.

 "He's an angel. Ty and I are just sitting on the couch with him now. Is dad there?"

 "Yeah hold on and I'll get him." It didn't take more than a minute until (Y/N)'s dad was on the phone.

 "Hey, guys, everything good up there?"

 "Hi Dad, yeah we're great." (Y/N) answered them. "Umm…we just had to call and talk to you about something…well before you hear it someplace else."

 Neither of her parents reacted, which you didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad one. "There's no easy way to say this," you spoke up since it was your blunder, to begin with. "(Y/N) and I got married, the first of the year." You paused for a second, but when they still didn't say anything you decided to go on. "It was really my idea. I wanted Jace to be born with both his parents having the same last name. I know it sounds stupid because we're engaged and stuff. I just never want him to question that his parents always wanted him. You know?"

 Your heart was beating almost as fast as when you'd asked them for (Y/N)'s hand in marriage. Thankfully (Y/N) took over the conversation. "We hope you guys aren't upset, it was completely spur of the moment and just us; and well Jamie and Jenna. They were our witnesses. We still want the big wedding with everyone this summer, this was just something that we wanted to do for us…and well Jace. You're not mad, are you?"

 "Oh sweetheart, we're not mad." (Y/N)'s dad answered immediately.

 "Honestly, we kind of figured you wouldn't wait." Her mom added.

 "Really?" You both said at the same time.

 "Sweetie, it's obvious you two are in love, and it only stands to reason you wouldn't want to wait." (Y/N)'s mom paused but then continued. "I mean it would've been nice to be invited." Both you and (Y/N) winced. "But at the same time, we understand."

 "As long as I still get to walk you down the aisle, there's no hard feelings."

 "Oh dad, of course, you can. I want that more than anything." (Y/N) told him. The conversation went on for several minutes and they planned a time when they could come and see Jace. As soon as you hung up with her parents, it was time to face the music with your mom.

 "Hey mom, how's it going?" you asked as she picked up the phone.

 "I'm not sure how to answer that Tyler, my phone has been ringing off the hook with a ton of questions, and I don't have any answers." You could hear a bit of irritation in her voice.

 "So, I guess you've heard the news then."

 "I heard you told reporters you were married if that's what you're referring to. But what I want to know is if this is like that Valentine's Day joke you pulled on me a few years ago." (Y/N) placed a comforting hand on your knee, as she decided to answer your mom for you.

 "It's no joke Jackie, we're really married." She then explained the reasoning to your mom just as she had to her parents. "I hope you're not too upset with us?"

 Your mom sighed softly into the phone. "Well, it's kind of hard to be when you were only doing what's best for my grandson."

 "We still want the big wedding in the summer." You assured her. "In fact, I'm sure you girls will be planning it when you get here in a couple days."

 "Oh, I'm sure we will be when I'm not holding that precious little boy. How is he doing?"

 "He's so amazing mom. Like, I don't want to take my eyes off of him." You looked down at Jace who had fallen asleep in your arms. "He's the best thing that ever happened to me, mom. Well besides (Y/N) that is." (Y/N) smiled, then leaned over and kissed your cheek.

 "Oh honey, you sound so happy." You could hear her get choked up a bit. "I can't wait to meet little Jace."

 "We can't wait for you to get here, Jackie." (Y/N) added. "Jace can't wait to meet his Grandma."

 "Oh, I can't wait to squeeze him."

 "Not too hard mom." You told her with a laugh.

 "Don't you start with me Tyler, you're still on my shit list."

 "Ouch, and how come (Y/N)'s not."

 "Hey don't throw me under the bus Seguin." (Y/N) said as she swatted at your arm, causing Jace to wiggle; so you threw her a look that said 'don't wake the baby.'

 "(Y/N)'s not in trouble, she gave birth to my grandson." Your wife just stuck her tongue out at you. "But we can talk about it when I get there. Now, go take care that sweet little boy, and I'll see you three soon."

 "Will do. Love you, mom."

 "Love you all. Kiss that little boy for me." With that, she hung up the phone.

 "Well, that went better than I expected." You told (Y/N).

 "I have a feeling this little guy right here helped out a lot." Her hand went to Jace and you could tell she was itching to hold him, though if you were being honest; you weren't quite ready to give him up just yet. So instead, you wrapped your free arm around your wife and pulled her close. You'd never felt so happy in your entire life, then you did at that moment holding everything that you loved the most in your arms.  

[my-arlington-academia]

Hey again! Well I was wondering about what kinda dates do you think Axel, Tyler and Raquel would take their s/o? (Let's hope it doesn't get deleted this time) Thank you sweetie

Heya Erre! Finally I get to your request 💝💕 thank you for your patience and sorry I'm so slow 😔🙏 so I guess headcanons right? This made me realize that maybe it wasn't a smart move on my part to allow "main 10 headcanons" because it takes much longer to come up with different scenarios for 10 characters for the same situation. So thank you for choosing those 3! It really made it easier for me to write (not to say that you guys aren't allowed to request headcanons for all the characters! It's just that I have this weird mental thing where I want to do my requests in chronological order instead of "the-quicker-ones" order 😂)

Axel

- he loves going out but because he's so famous, it'll be a huge hassle if you two get caught

- thus you only go out late at night (which is tooooootally not against school rules. Nope 😎)

- you guys hang out in random parts of the town, passing by fancy restaurants and 7-elevens

- the best time is when there's a funfair in town

- as always you sneak out with Axel late at night and yet it still gets you anxious

- Axel quietly laughs at you

- "Aww, come on. It's been a while since we've been doing this and you're still this stressed out about it? Try to keep the adrenaline low because once we get to the funfair you'll have a hard time."

- as he said, the adrenaline rush from all those crazy rides got you good

- somehow Axel managed to get you into some of the most insane rides, you know, those that make you feel like "I think I'm gonna die"? Yeah, those.

- honestly, the haunted house was bland in comparison

- after all of that, ready to go home, you guys sit on a bench farther away from all the ruckus and the mood gets just right

- you scooch over and grab his hand, all that adrenaline has made you feel like nothing else but today matters (but like, not in a bad way! In a really really good way.)

- Axel looks at you expectantly, it seems like the night has made both of you much bolder

- "So uh. We almost kinda died together? Not that I would mind dying with you but don't you think that we should at least give eachother a reward for surviving tonight?"

- lover boy is clearly asking for a kiss

- and well, of course he got what he wanted

Tyler

- definitely takes you to the movies

- his father being a movie director and his mom being an actress, he used to watch a lot of movies as a kid

- first he planned to go for the obvious route and do the "put my hand on your hand" thing when the movie gets to the romantic parts

- but at the end he got too invested in the plot and forgot about it

- curses himself for making such a dumb mistake

- it's not over though! There's still the fancy-pancy restaurant after the movie

- ngl he just really wanted to show off and be classy

- but most of all he wants to impress you

- "I'm paying all of it so don't worry about the prices and order whatever you want, okay?"

- it makes you even more worried for the prices because you don't want Tyler to empty his wallet for you

- his parents may be rich but you don't want to make him feel like you're trying to take advantage of him

- the food is so good tho

- the evening is well spent (and Tyler's money too whoops...)

- when you guys sneakity-sneak back into the dorms he stops in front of your room

- secretly really wants you to invite him in and honestly you want the same thing too... So you do it

- "You wanna come in? Not for long but... like 5 minutes or so."

- Tyler is not an idiot, in the past you already invited him once and he refused by reflex but he won't let this chance pass by a second time

- tells himself that he absolutely has to find a way to kiss you in those "5 minutes"

- fortunately it didn't take long.

- the moment the both of you step in, no one says anything since you want the same thing

- it naturally happens

- in the dim light of your room, you exchange a kiss with Tyler

- when you pull away there's a silence again until Tyler speaks up

- "So um. I think this was only about 30 seconds? Should we kiss for another 4 minutes or ...?"

- like usual he's half joking and half flirting

- you kiss again, though you guys aren't sure if it lasted 4 minutes...

Raquel

- tries to sneak you in a nightclub

- "No worries! I'll forge you a fake ID, they won't notice the difference."

- you tell her that you're not comfortable enough with the idea, she gives up immediately and finds an alternative

- "Alright! So what about a concert? There's this really dope group coming to the town, they have a small following but they're great."

- you swiftly make it out of the dorms without getting noticed

- you guys hold hands while running in the streets and laughing

- somehow Raquel makes even the smallest things super fun

- the concert goes swimmingly well, you spent yesterday listening to all the songs from the band so you can sing along with the audience

- because of that, everytime a new song starts you're getting hyped up with Raquel

- when you can't see the stage very well (because of tall people in the front 😂) Raquel gives you a piggyback ride

- after about an hour and a half you guys go to a convenience store to grab some drinks before going home

- "So? It was amazing am I right?"

- however, when you try to go back to the dorms unnoticed a problem arises

- "No way... they're still making the rounds? Dammit!"

- Raquel has a track record of sneaking out when something big happens in town and she's not the only one

- it seems like other students were at the concert and they're trying to get back safely as well

- a few minutes pass by before you guys and that other group of students realize that it's gonna take a while for them to give up

- they probably already noticed that some students are missing and now they're patiently waiting to catch them red handed

- Raquel speaks up

- "Okay guys, I'm gonna sacrifice myself. I'll keep them busy will you guys make it safely to the dorms, okay?"

- dramatically kisses you in front of that random group of friends before running away

- those people quietly cheered when she kissed you, now looking at them, it seems like a couple of them are in fact from your classroom... welp.

- despite your heart beating fast and not having completely processed the kiss yet, you decide to take the role of leader and make the students get back to their rooms safely

- once it's all over you bury your face in your pillow, still thinking about the kiss

- the next day you recognize those people in the hallways when they pass by and it turns out you somehow became friends with them after this "midnight escapade."