#do i want to tag everyone... Ya ok sure

[peri-shambles]

drawing donna as a fox that one time felt like it opened up my brainwaves. bonus of some extra lil notes on the side LOLLL

#doctor who #do i want to tag everyone... Ya ok sure #donna noble #ninth doctor #the master #rose tyler #tenth doctor #martha jones #jack harkness #kudos to various mutuals for suggestions on some of these. notably ummm martha leopard master hyena i think

[mochinomnoms]

Hellooo

Congrats on your 1K!!!🎉🎉🎉

I discovered you blog recently and I am HOOKED, your writing is so tasty and fluid that I just keep going ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

I Hope you dont get too tired with requests, take breaks and drink water!!!

Ok for the actual ask, may I have a dialogue 19 with Eyedress, and if it were suggestive it would be perfect

Preferably Ruggie💞 you can choose the other 2 (If you even want to)

ruggie bucchi x gn!reader [tags] — suggestive, tiny bit of hurt but not really [wc} - 1, 025 prompt 19 “I try to find a reason to pull us apart"” song: Kiss Me Like It’s the First Time (Eyedress, “Let's Skip to the Wedding”) note - Ruggie canonically calls you a puppy. take that with what you will. francesca (1k event)

“Kiss me like it's the last time/ You'll fall in love / I always want your love”

Ruggie knows that compared to everyone else on campus, he was the bottom of the barrel. He wasn’t a prince, an heir to a fortune, or even from a well-off family. Sure, his Grandma was a wonderful lady, maybe a bit strict growing up, but besides her and their home, Ruggie didn’t have much to offer. Maybe if you weren’t in such a bad spot, if you had a good family here, if you hadn’t been plucked from your world with nothing but the clothes on your back, he’d be happy to call you his own. 

But he can’t. How can he when you have people willing to drop thousands of thaumarks on you like it’s nothing. Literally! He was listening to Kalim run his mouth as he talked about renovating Ramshackle to your preference. 

“Oh! And we can get you quartz countertops! What kind of colors do you like, I can have it made to your favorite aesthetic! Ooh, what if we replaced all the appliances to match it? The kitchen back home has a gas stove built into the countertop, we can replace—”

“Uh, I’d need gas for that though, right?” You laughed, splayed across Ruggie as you two lay in your bed. Kalim was on video call with you, having gone back home for the weekend for some sort of event. You’d been complaining about one of your kitchen cabinets breaking and letting your few plates tumble out. Thank the Seven that they were plastic dishes. 

Kalim being, well, Kalim, immediately went into a tangent about adding in a gas line to your dorm and adding this and that. Everyone was acutely aware that Kalim, as generous and kind as he was, was especially sweet on you. There were even some rumors that he had a crush on you, something that made Ruggie feel ill. 

You just laughed off Kalim as he continued to whine about fixing up the dorm. You ended the call as you cheerfully told Kailm goodnight. 

“Do whatever you want Kalim, I won’t complain about free renovations! Good night, say bye Rugs.”

“Hmm? Oh, bye Kalim.” Ruggie gave Kalim a small smile and wave, who returned it with a beaming grin. 

After a few more words between you and Kalim, you finally ended the video call, tossing your phone to the night stand, and moving to straddle Ruggie’s hips. 

“What’s wrong?”

Ruggie blinked up at you in confusion. “What?”

“What’s wrong? Your ears are flat, they only go flat when you’re upset.” Ruggie whimpered as you leaned down to flutter kisses down his throat, shuddering as you pressed your teeth against his Adam's apple. 

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong? You jealous?” 

“Mmh, no I’m just—aaaAAAaaaAhH!” Ruggie yelped as you dug your teeth into the nape of his neck, suckling until you were satisfied with the bruising red mark forming on his skin. 

“Geez, give a guy a warning, won’t ya?” Ruggie let out a breathless chuckle, his chest rumbling as he purred from each kiss you pressed up your neck as you hovered over his lips. “You’re nothing but trouble, Puppy.”

“And yet, you love this trouble, don’t you?” The sound of your kissing, mixed with gasps and sighs from both of you echoed in the room.

“Now tell me,” Ruggie tried following your lips as you pulled away, but you kept him pinned to the bed. By now, you’d managed to throw his shirt across the room and traced your nails down Ruggie’s chest. “Why are you upset? Was it Kalim’s call? You know, he just likes to say hi sometimes.”

Ruggie pinned his ears flatter against his head, huffing as he looked to the side, though be traced his hands up and down your arms. 

“Nothin’, it’s just that Kalim sure likes to spoil ya. You know?”

You hummed, waiting for him to keep going. 

“I’m just saying, he’s really sweet on you. Maybe you should consider taking advantage and marrying the guy!” Ruggie laughed, though it sounded forced. 

He stopped as you clicked your tongue, leaning back down to bite at his cheek. 

“Hey! You know your teeth aren’t really sharp enough for that.” Ruggie chuckled as you stopped and pouted, looking up at him as you batted your eyelashes. 

“Hmph, it’s like you just wanna get rid of me.”

“That’s not what I meant—”

“That’s what it sounds like!” You argued, huffing into his neck as you pushed yourself against his chest and neck, like you were trying to mold yourself to him. “You always do this. If I didn’t want to be with you, I would’ve left already…”

Ruggie sighed, rubbing the skin between your shirt and bottoms with his thumbs. “I know, I know. I just think that you oughta take advantage. Kalim’s not the only one, and you’re all by yourself here! Get yourself a rich boyfriend, and you’re set for life!”

You suddenly grabbed the back of his head, pulling at his hair to make Ruggie expose his neck again. He whimpered at the rough touch, though his tail was wagging rapidly against the sheets. 

“And why would I do that?” His hand slid under your shirt and up your spine. He gently scratched your back as you shuddered into his touch. “When I have such a lovely boyfriend?”

Lips molded against each other, teeth clashed, and hips rolled as Ruggie, once again, failed to push you away. Instead, as he slipped your shirt off and moved to give you your own love bites and hickeys, Ruggie moved to bring your bodies closer together. Ruggie let himself lose himself in you once again, and would continue to do so. Again and again, until he found another half-hearted excuse. 

But for now? 

You pulled away again, breathless and flushed. “I just want to spoil my hardworking hyena, won’t you let your Puppy do that?” The down right heady tone in your voice, in that low, soft whine, made him hot in all the right places. Ruggie nodded, giving you the okay to wreck him. 

For now, he’ll indulge, shamelessly, in you. As long as you’ll continue to have him. 

comments and reblogs appreciated 🩷

#mochi asks #francesca (1k event) #twst #twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #twst ruggie x reader #suggestive #strawberry-pie-thoughts

[cevansbaby-dove]

Cozy lovers

Pairing: Jake Hangman X Reader

Warnings: None just more fluff.

You woke up to see Jake smiling at you.

You smile and say. "hey hangman" He smiles toughing your shoulder. "Hey firefly" you lean over kissing his lips softly. then your phone buzzies. "shit" You said grabbing it and seeing a text from Natasha.

Nat-Hey y/n hope your ok Jake hasn't showed up for duty yet and we fly out in ten...he is not answering our texts or calls have you heard from him?

You look at Jake. "Your up hangman" He sighs looking at the ceiling. "duty calls" He sits up in bed and grabs his Navy suit and gets dressed.

You smile. "I get to stay in this cozy bed" Jake smiles at you. "See you later" he kisses you once more then you look at your phone. "See ya I love you"

"I love you too" He walks out and you smile looking at your phone.

Y/n-he's on his way I might have had him in bed with me.

Nat-oooo you baddie you SEXY baddie!

Y/n-what I love having make up sex it's so worth it.

Nat- 🤣 Over and OUT!

Y/n-oh Nat! I wanted to invite you all to dinner here at our home when you get back if your free.

Nat-yes i'll let the guys know talk later firefly

Y/n-over and out Phoenix 🫡

Later that day

Jake came home and got a shower and then walks into the kitchen where you are cooking up some dinner. "hi baby" he kisses your cheek and you smile. "Heyyy oh I have some peolpe coming over for dinner if that's ok"

Jake grabs a carrot taking a bite. "Sure" You smile and call up Nat. "Hey Jake said sure so are you guys on your way?" You nod. "Alright see you soon then" You hang up and Jake looks at you. "Who was that baby?"

"I invited The team over for a dinner party" Jake smiles. "even Rooster?"

"Did I say half the team?" you look at him. "behave Mister Seresin"

"yes Misses Seresin" He said under his breath. "What was that?" he looks at you. "Nothing Firefly" He walks to you and says. "Need help?"

"no I think it got it" You said as you copped up some cheese for the cracker tray.

Jake looks at you and says. "if he pisses me off-" You say. "You'll walk away without trying a full out brawl understood?" He nods. "yes ma'am"

The team arrive and Pete and penny show up too. "Hey you two wow nice place"

Nat and Javy are chatting when you walk into the living room in this dress.

You smile as you hug the crew. Jake looks at you from across the room.

He smiles when your eyes meet yours. You wave at him and he rooster says by Jake. "you going to ask her tonight?" Jake looks at rooster. "yes you know what to do"

Rooster nods. "Sure man" You are laughing and talking to many of jake's friends.

Rooster says. "Can I have everyone's attention please?" You look at Rooster and Jake has his hands in pockets and Rooster says. "Hangman thank you for being kind to me, i'm sorry I tired to punch you...please don't be rude"

Jake laughs and Nat looks at you and says in your ear. "You going to tell him?"

You look at her. "When he's not around so many people" She nods and Rooster says. "Firefly my dear. Jake Has to say something to you"

You look at Jake and he walks to you taking your soft hands in his. "Y/N, My firefly...my badass Girlfriend, these past two years have been the best of my damn life...I want to do life with you...forever"

He gets on one knee and holds a ring out. "Will you Become Misses Jake Seresin?" You smile and nod. "yes Jake YES!" He stands up and slips the ring on and kisses you softly and hug him and say in his ear. "I'm Pregnant"

Jake pulls away and says. "Son of a- your joking!" Nat smiles. "She's not" Jake hugs you soaking in the moment of you as his soon to be wife and his unborn child.

A/n:And that's the end of this mini series thank you for reading!!

Tags:@angelbabyyy99 @cutedisneygrl @capoteera @nicoline1998enilocin @jessicab1991 @bookishtheaterlover7 @entertainmentgirl80 @roostersforevergirl

#jake hangman seresin #jake hangman imagine #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman smut #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin blurb #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x oc #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin

[pastelvelvett-2nd]

Hello there I seen your wrote for Harvey from sdv, I’m not sure if what other sdv characters you will write for but I was wondering if I could request yan!sebastian x gn!Willing!reader. Just some stuff on what type of ya deer he is and how he would act with a so who is ok with his yandere tendencies. Sorry if this sounds confusing at all

Hello! Thank you for reading my Harvey fic!!

It doesn't sound confusing at all, don't worry about it. ^^ I present to you: ✨the yandere emo boy✨

Trigger warnings are, as always, in the tags!

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Yandere!Sebastian x GN!Willing!Reader

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Sebastian would be the type to take a while to warm up to you.

At first, Sebastian didn't think too much of you. He had absolutely no clue why you would decide to move here of all places when you already lived in a place he dreamed to live in. He was a bit jealous, to be frank.

Surprisingly enough, you kept visiting and talking to him, despite his aloof behavior the first time you spoke. The more you'd chat, the more he'd understand your perspective and what drove you to leave the hubub of the city. He began to get to know you better, and you seemed to want to do the same in turn.

Sebastian started awaiting your visits with bated breath, and when you did arrive, he acted a lot less cold than he initially did. He started being more open, and the two of you even shared some of his geeky interests. Your hangout sessions became his favorite part of the day.

With you, he was open and friendly. There was nothing he wouldn't share.

He realized something. How open he was... It's wasn't the norm. A person only shows certain facets of themselves to another. That's the way he used to function, and everyone else seemed to tick the same way. Surely, other people must know other sides of you that he wasn't familiar with.

There were many things he wouldn't find out about you. The thought made him feel sick to his stomach like little else did.

Sebastian would be the type to eventually begin stalking you.

This way, he'd get to know you in a deeper way he ever could just by listening to information you'd offer him. He'd follow you around town, watching as you'd go shopping or talk to the villagers. Sometimes you'd even go drinking on fridays and play videogames on the arcade machines with Sam.

You seemed close to Sam.

Sebastian would be the type to cut anyone off without a second thought, anyone that isn't you.

As much of a loner as Sebastian already was, he gradually talked to Abigail less and less, and Sam... He stopped talking to him alltogether.

Sebastian would be the type to want to do awful things to someone he once called a close friend, all because of you.

He couldn't stand the sight of him anymore, which was a shame, because it seemed like the two of you spent more and more time together.

Sam obviously noticed his change of behavior, and so did you. Sam first tried talking to Sebastian about it, but a curt "I'm busy right now" and a dirty look from him made it clear that he wasn't quite as willing to talk.

When Sam saw Sebastian following you around town, he obviously went and told you about it. You seemed to react... A lot less scared than he expected you to?

"I'll talk to him about it. Don't worry." You told Sam, though he didn't think you talking to him would ease his worries any bit. He practically begged you to talk to tell the police, but you assured him you would take care of it. Sam eventually gave in, albeit reluctantly.

You visited Sebastian like you usually would, acting completely normal as if you never found out he had been stalking to you. If you didn't bring the topic up, then he would've never known that you knew, but you did exactly that.

You confronted him about it.

In such a calm and casual way, Sebastian thought he was dreaming or hallucinating.

You explained that you knew everything. You left out who told you and just said you caught on to it on your own, just to be safe.

You explained you had no problem with it. Sebastian didn't believe you at first. He was upset that you would lie to him.

But you assured him of your honesty. You truly didn't mind. Sebastian's eyes widened, now believing you.

He loved you before this an abnormal amount, but somehow, hearing this made him love you even more.

Sebastian would be the type to build a shrine to you.

He adored you. So much. He felt so grateful that you would accept even this... Intense side of him, so grateful that you treated him with so much love. So happy that you apparently liked him enough to ask him out.

Yes, despite him being head over heels for you, he was too shy to ask. Eventually he would, of course, but you made this so much easier for him.

And you, on the inside, didn't just tolerate his obsessive attention, but you were even pretty flattered about it. Not something you'd directly admit to him, of course.

Neighbors would urge you to not involve yourself with him, but you didn't listen.

Sebastian would be the type to only kill if he considered it necessary.

It wouldn't be out of guilt. Murder came with a lot of complications. Sebastian, being a calculated person that always thinks before he acts wouldn't give in to his violent urges. Except for when he had to, of course.

He just hoped there would be no need for it.

#a bite🍰 #tw: stalking #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: thoughts of violence #tw: yandere #yandere stardew valley #stardew valley #yandere sdv #yandere sdv x reader #yandere sdv imagines #yandere sebastian sdv #yandere sebastian imagines #yandere sebastian x reader #yandere sebastian sdv imagines #yandere x willing reader

[slayfics]

Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter eight: You talk to the girls about crushes.

Chapter links

Aizawa had stopped the swimming race right before a winner was determined. Everyone shuffled into the designated locker rooms complaining about not being able to decide a winner.

You changed and made your way to start walking home and noticed Katsuki and Eijiro a little ways in the distance. Just as you began to quicken your pace to catch up to them Mina popped out in front of you.

"Such a bummer hu? Not being able to see the winner like that is so lame! Anyway, your walk home is in the same direction as mine and Jiro! Why don't you walk home with us?" She said smiling.

"Uh-" You looked from Mina back to where you saw Katsuki and Eijiro and they were basically out of sight now. "Sure why not," You shrugged trying to mask your irritation.

"I didn't keep you from someone did I?" She said teasingly, nudging your shoulder.

"No of course not!" You said defensively.

"Mhm okayyyy," Mina replied in a sing-songy voice. "Anyway, who do you two think would have won the race?" She asked.

"Midoriya was doing really well," Kyoka replied.

"Yeah, I guess he was hu? But I don't know, I think Todoroki had a good chance! What about you?" Mina said, turning to look at you.

"Who knows, they were all pretty determined," you shrugged.

"Mhm- bet you're just upset Kirishima didn't make it to the top three." Mina teased.

"What?!" You exclaimed angrily.

"Hu?" Kyoka tilted her head to the side.

"Oh Jiro, they have a huge crush on Kirishima. You should have seen their face when he showed up at the pool," Mina said, wrapping her arm around you.

"I do not, Ashido!" You said, shoving her off, beginning to get seriously frustrated at Mina's teasing.

"So- it was Bakugo you were looking at then?" Mina asked.

"No! Just- ugh!" You ran your hands down your face in frustration.

"Hey Ashido, maybe you should just drop it," Kyoka said, realizing your uncomfortableness with the subject.

"Fine! But when you're ready to admit it you better tell me! I can totally be your wing-man or uh wing-woman," She giggled. "After all, I did go to middle school with Kirishima."

"Were you two friends?" You asked.

"Not exactly, he was kind of a lot different back then," She said, her eyes seeming to scan the past for memories of him.

"How so?" Kyoka asked.

"Oh um- well I promised him I'd let the past be the past. Everyone has a right to reinvent themselves at a new school ya know?" She said smiling.

"That's nice of you, to keep his secrets like that. To be honest I kind of pegged you to be a big gossiper." You said bluntly.

"Nope! I can totally keep a secret, promise! So- you should just tell me which boy it is you like already," She said giggling again.

"Here we go again," You rolled your eyes but this time laughing at her playfulness. "You're so fixated on me, what about you two, hu?" You said trying to turn the conversation.

"Oh uh- would you look at that, this is my house," Kyoka said, walking briskly away.

"Hmpf- typical," Mina laughed.

"So... what about you then?" You said nudging Mina.

Mina let out a sigh, "I've never had a crush on someone. But I'd really like to fall in love someday," She said with a dreamy look in her eyes that made you want to vomit.

"Right well- good luck with that. Let me know when that happens," You laughed walking off to your house.

"Ok, it's a promise! We will both tell each other ok!" She said, yelling and waving at you as you left.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @anon-mouse223 @maddietries @sikuthealien @queenpiranhadon @melrs21

#explosive tendencies #katsuki x reader #katsuki fanfic #katsuki fluff #bnha katsuki #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #bnha x y/n #bnha x self insert #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #mha bakugo x reader #bakugo x self insert #bakugo x y/n #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha x reader

[cosmicstarlatte]

Pumpkin Carving (Obey Me!)

The guys want to try out pumpkin carving. How does it go?🎃

»Characters: Demon Bros+Dia, brief side characters as judges »Tags: Humor/Fluff, Bulleted Fic »Notes: Part of OM! Flufftober 2023 // reblogs are always loved & appreciated :3 // halloween divider by saradika!

Lucifer: The Show Off™️

Decided to go for an intricate design for his pumpkin

He worked carefully & put his entire lucifussy in it

It was beautiful watching him work his magic he looked like he was creating a symphony

However his pumpkin looked like mush in the end

Everyone laughed. Everyone. Satan & Belphie the hardest.

Solomon: "...it looks great Lucifer. I can see the hard work you-"

"Don't patronize me."

Mammon: Macaroni Art Vibes™️

Complained saying the whole thing was lame but he got really into it

"Heh, look at the little guy!"

It actually looked really cute for his first pumpkin, it had a simple silly face!

Took photos with it only because "it's the type of thing you're suppose to do!"

The judges liked his very much & he came in 3rd place🙂

"...Ya so where's my reward!?"

Levi: Limited Edition Collector's Item 2023: Akuzon Fall Exclusive™️

Geeked out because he always wanted to carve a pumpkin! JUST LIKE ANIMES!

Of course he had a ruri chan stencil already made, he was waiting for this day

His pumpkin actually looked really good & made with love! He even added glowsticks to it!

However dun dun dun, tragedy struck!

He dropped it before he could show the judges

Poor baby cried his eyes out & you guys had to buy him his favorite milk tea

Satan: The Smashing Pumpkins™️ (please don't sue me, thanks!!!)

A little too good with a knife

Made the best intricate design out of everyone, it wowed the judges (& pissed off Lucifer)

Then he started punching & smashing it, completely obliterating it

Beel tried to eat the flying pieces that flew into the air

Delicately placed a pretty candle on top of the mush as the finishing touch

Solomon: "...You know what I like it."

He came in 2nd place!

Asmo: Bedazzled & Bright™️

"It screams 'I AM the now' you know!?"

I mean, he added jewels & even a mini light up disco ball inside

He carved his face into it & it projected his face onto a wall

some say they saw it reflect on the night sky like a hero signal

Was Luke's favorite because it looked fun & bright!

Note: his pumpkin got stolen off the HOL porch during the night.

Beel: Frankenstein Era™️

I know what you're thinking & no he didn't eat it 😐

(Everyone made sure he was well fed before doing the group activity)

His pumpkin looked the silliest, he added mini pumpkins to it & stacked them

Solomon: "What do you think would happen if we brought that thing to life?"

Barb: "Don't."

He did snack on the few pumpkin pieces that got carved out

...OK yeah he ate it all in the end but that was later!!! Leave him alone! He tried so hard!!!

Belphie: BANKSY™️

Didn't really want to participate but whatever brother Lucifer says, goes.

While everyone carved & decorated their pumpkin, he just napped on his like a pillow

Lucifer scolded him for doing nothing to his pumpkin

Belphie challenged him saying it was a work of art & up to interpretation

The judges 'ooo & ahh'd'

His pumpkin came in 1st place

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It's possible Lucifer chucked the pumpkin into oblivion when no one was looking

Diavolo: THE Pumpkin Face™️

"You can't beat the classics!"

Wanted to do a classic pumpkin face to keep human tradition! He appreciates human culture!

He took his time, stenciling was fun & cutting was a little rough

It got a little messy but he enjoyed it

The pumpkin ended up being a thing of nightmares but no one had the heart to tell him

(Barbatos cringing in the background)

Luke fainted at the sight. Dia naively took it as a sweet compliment

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#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me shitpost #obey me crack #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me fluff #obey me funny #obey me humor #Halloween divider by saradika ! #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

[thegreatwicked]

Writing Resources Part 2

My first list was so long I decided that I reached the character limit! So we have a part two! I'm going to try and keep them a bit more organized too! Hope these help you all in your writing endeavors and if you happen to use any of them try to give the original source some love!

Also, apologies if I've tagged you more than once and it's annoying! If I reference your material more than twice I will just link your whole Tumblr. I really do want to make sure everyone gets their credit and spotlight!

General Information and Research:

The Fantasy Guide to Royal and Noble Marriages or anything by @inky-duchess Her blog is extensive and is a wealth of information regarding things like royalty/nobility/Period social politics and is a fantastic resource, go check her out! Ink I do appologize I might be tagging you more than once!

@type1diabetesinfandom This blog is an amazing resource if you are interested in writing about characters with any form of diabetes or similar health issues. It was ana amzing find when I was writing my character Belladonna Black from Shadows of Deception who is hypoglycemic. What an amazing source!

How to Cook in a Medieval Setting: by @alpaca-clouds Food is the best way to know a culture and this particular blog post is a trove of information for your fictional foodie set anywhere in this spectrum of time or a great find for a fictional setting! This post obviously gets a chefs kiss!

The Symbolism of Flowers by @novlr Yeah! Leopold knew what he was talkign about, every flower has a meaning and it is entirely possible to send some a bouquette that translates to 'Fuck You' btw it consists of geraniums (stupidity), foxglove (insincerity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me), and orange lilies (hatred). it would be quite striking! and full of loathing. THE MORE YOU KNOW. This blog is also a fantastic source for writers.

Writing About Body Pain by @slayingfiction I just came across this gem of a blog and if you're one who likes to make your characters sufffer than look no further, also, how ya doing? You ok? Just checking. This blog is also a fantastic writing resource.

How to Accurately Describe Pain in Writing by @hayatheauthor kinda piggybacking off the previous source but nevertheless lets make sure we make these characters suffer realistically? I'm ok too, if you're wondering. This is another great blog that focuses on the aspect of being a writer.

How to Use Canva to Make Mood Boards by @saradika I did not know much about mood baords but I'm telling you they are a gaem changer! They bring a life to your story in a way that is just so stunning and saradika has been so lovely as to make this helpful guide! She's also a very talented writer and is quite the Star Wars Fan! GO check out her stories!

Researching as a Writer by @so-many-ocs Research is a tricky topid to delve into and sometime sit hard to know where to start, this blogger has been so kinda as to make a bit of a roadmap to help you narrow down what you need to research and how. Wonderful blog! Very helpful!

Resources for Writing Deaf, Mute, or Blind Characters by @thecaffeinebookwarrior THIS! This right here is a gem and the only reason I don't write these types fo characters is because I've never known how to do so respectfuly and realistically! Not a problem anymore! Also a wonderful artist!

How to Write and Research a Mental Illness another gem from @hayatheauthor again if you're going to wrote a character with a mental illness lets make sure we get it right!

@namesforwriters It's little but a wonderful source of unique names for your story! Including mythology and music themed names!

Nightmare Disorder vs Night Terrors by @redd956 Some great clarification from a blogger who is diagnosed! So happy I found this as I was wondering about the distinction myself for a little while!

Types of Gemstones by @blueboxbeagle and brought to my attention by @keffirinne

More will be added to this post as I find it and if you find anything that fits the general research on broad topics or specifics please let me know so I can continue this collective writing resource! And make sure to give some of these wonderful writers and bloggers some love!

#writing resources #writing research

[onthewaytosomewhere]

OK-so it's Wednesday and WIPs and all that

ok so i meant to get back to hockey and books 'cuz that's where i wanna be right now but my brain was in a not so creative place until someone broke me out of it last night

so for wirp wednesday i got bits of a new thing that is gonna be part of a series NOT-SO-MUCH ONE NIGHT STANDS (cuz well they don't necessarily stay that way) that i've already got 2 fics going for - one firstprince and one liam/pez cuz well that's apparently really becoming a thing for me

so first thanks @suseagull04 for the out of context lines tag - i have something for that too (not one of those other ones) throwing this on here too cuz i can lol

He kisses Henry on the cheek, whispers, “Get me whatever you wanna share,” and sneaks up to the office when everyone is finalizing the breakfast order

thank you so much for the wip wed tags @jmagnabo92 @theprinceandagcd @suseagull04 @firenati0n @adreamareads

@piratefalls @duchessdepolignaca03 @thesleepyskipper oh! and stealing @kiwiana-writes and @cha-melodius open tags cuz that's what they're for :)

nsfw words & tags (it's the words nsfw not the tags lol)beneath the tag

Now, it’s moments like right now, where he’s biting his way across Alex’s thighs, thighs sprinkled with just the right amount of hair, hairy in the way that Henry likes, not just a dusting but actual hair that catches on his tongue as he lavishes the spots he’s sucked bruises into. These moments are the ones that make him so glad he got away from everything else. He can have this anonymous moment with someone so hot he doesn’t want to kick him out the way he has the others eventually. It’s halfway through the morning after, and they’ve yet to get out of bed for more than bathroom trips – one of those with some spectacular moments in the shower – and some quick trips to the kitchen for drinks and some quick snacks when Alex lures him into turning on the tv and watching a movie after round three. They barely make it through the movie when Henry is orgasming for the fourth time that night. Henry is no stranger to multiple orgasms; he’s in his low 20s and knows that brings with it a quicker refractory period. But Alex, the stranger who’s fast working on filling Henry in on every aspect of his life so it no longer feels that way, is doing things for that quick refractory period he’s never experienced before.  Henry doesn’t know how he got so lucky last night when he accompanied Pez and Liam to the club, but he is beyond happy that Liam decided to bring his friend, and that said friend was agreeable to finding his way into Henry’s bed.

if ya already did this and i missed it i'm sure i'll find it - consider me a top gun pilot doing a fly-by lolz

tagging: @agame-writes @agostobuwan @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites

@dragonflylady77 @england-would-fall @firstsprinces @forever-fixating

@getmehighonmagic @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine

@itsmaybitheway @jellibuns @junebugclaremontdiaz @littlemisskittentoes

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DON'T MIND ME JUST ADDING AN IMPORTANT TAG THE SUN IN MY EYES MADE ME MISS LOLZ @taste-thewaste

#NOT-SO-MUCH ONE NIGHT STANDS #wip wednesday #rwrb wips #onthewaytosomewhere #why does tumblr still make tagging difficult #r u tryin' to make me tag less people #i'm resilient that ain't gonna work lolz

[cemoras27-but-writing-this-time]

Danny's Evil Jaunt Pt. 3

(this is the chapter but I have work soon so I will tag everyone later a swell as links) @little-pondhead @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 (you two get tagged because your the big inspirations :D

warnings: swearing

Word count: 1.3k

Let it be known that Fright Knight loves his job. It's literally why he still exists. He exists to serve the King of the Infinite Realms and stand as the embodiment of Halloween and similar celebrations. That said, he feels conflicted as he gazes at the mechanical husk his future king shows off. 

Compared to a normal mortal, its stature was massive. Though for Fright Knight it was about equal height, possibly a little smaller. The inspiration was clear and a little flattering. The metal was shaped into a stylized Fright Knight, complete with a (mundane) sword.

He eyes his king as the Halfa clings to its arm. He rambled about how he was planning on taking the husk to a pocket that was populated with heroes with him to guard him, and how he wanted Fright Knight to help with ‘teaching it how to do those cool sword moves you do Frighty!’.

Has his king replaced him?!?! No, surely not! There's no way this heap of scrap could ever compare! He had been around for CENTURIES while this thing hadn't even existed an hour ago! The king still had his hands inside it making adjustments yet!

“My Liege! Please forgive any misgivings about this… thing, but may I know the purpose of such a creation? You said that it was for protection yet I am here.”

His king turned his head towards him, arms still hidden within the side of the imposter. “His name is Fright-bot, and he's gonna keep the heroes off me while I work! They get annoying when you're trying to do some welding and all of a sudden you have like three arrows comin’ at ya real fast.” the young Halfa finally pulled his glove clad hands out of the monstrosity.

“He's also for keeping my other works safe, that's why I need him first. I’m thinkin’ of keeping most of my bots in my ‘therapy’ dimension that Clocky showed me for convenience, and they need a guard! But I can't just have you away to protect them! You need to do head guard stuff! I know you want to protect me and stuff but I can’t just let you just out in the living world with me all the time!” the king continued as he slid the siding back onto the almost finished robot. “Besides! It's kinda like you're protecting me from afar! Since it’ll be your techniques and stuff. I just gave it a body and Tuck helped me with the learning algorithm stuff so you can teach it.” his legs finally released his hold on the beings arm, dropping into a handstand and falling back onto his feet upright.

The flaming kight considered this. While it’s true that he can’t always accompany his king (as much as he would like to) it would be nice to have some assurance that the King would be safe. Perhaps he could convince the King into some sort of deal…?

Well Danny could say that he’s extremely happy with the events that happened at the castle! He and Frighty came to a deal finally! Frighty would teach Fright-bot how to fight and stuff but Danny would have to put in a built-in alarm system that notified Frighty that something bad was happening, so he could come in and save Danny’s day. Overall pretty good! Now to start working on those blueprints, he was so excited!

‘Ok, who gave the kid permission to build huge robots?’ Oliver thought as he saw the Fenton kid perched on top of the mecha-knight looking thing, and pulled back on his bow. Just as he released the arrow the thing’s head swiveled around like an owl and caught the damn thing! The kid looked up at Ollie and smiled.

“HI MISTER ARROW!! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?” the kid shouted at him and jumped off the robot. Oliver sighed and readied another shot but was forced off his rooftop position by the purple knight.

“Who's your friend there, kid? He looks like the wrong kinda crowd,” the kid’s grin grew wider as he unfolded that damn cannon and attached it to a slightly glowing tank on his thigh.

“Do Ya like ‘im?! I built him myself, his name is Fright-Bot!” The fanged grin of the kid did not get any less unsettling as the newly dubbed ‘Fright-bot’ landed next to Fenton again.

“Uh uh, real nice kid. Why don’t you calm down and give up for today, yeah?” Oliver made sure to keep the knight within his sight. It honestly looked like it could snap someone in half.

“Hmm? Ahh.. I don't think so Mr.Arrow, I worked really hard on Fright-bot and I wanna see how I can make him better y’know! I promise I’ll keep the damage to a minimum!”

“You have your fingers crossed behind your back, don’t you.”

“What nooo… I would never lie Mr. Arrow, it's very hurtful that you would even CONSIDER that I would do such a thing. I believe you owe me an Ice cream now!”

“Kid, there was a snowstorm yesterday. And I don’t think you need any sugar.” The bow pulled back and the Knight rushed.

It wasn’t a fair fight in the slightest, Ollie was out numbered and the goo that was glowing a slight blue-green did not help. Especially with the still slick roads, so it was only a matter of time before his legs were stuck to the concrete. Frozen actually, the goo turned into weird ice. Fenton had the big guy grab his arms while the kid himself searched his body, eventually finding his wallet. The one he brought on patrol in case he got a bit hungry. Guess he was really buying the kid ice cream after all.

“14..15..16..21. Nice! You think it’ll cover it Fright-bot? I don’t know the prices but I think it’ll be enough. You watch Mr. Arrow for me! I’ll be back soon I promise!” and like that the kid expertly glided over the iced roads and into the Ice cream parlor. To be fair to the kid, the Ice cream here was kinda expensive.

While the kid was gone Oliver tried to escape from the Ice and the robot, but neither were budging. Well until Roy came up and stabbed the focused robot in the back, somehow causing it to malfunction and release Ollie’s arms. It fell to the ground with a heavy thud as Fenton came out of the parlor. 

“Oh no! HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!” Fenton screeched. Then released a guttural groan and whine. “Come onnnn…. I still had an hour left! And now I have to leave EARLY!” he honest to god pouted at the two vigilanties. 

Then a lazarus green swirling mass opened in between the opposing parties and out stepped another Fright-bot, this time with a much more intimidating demeanor. This one was bathed in purple fire and held a sword covered in green flames that gave off the feeling of nightmares. 

“MY KING! I RECEIVED THE ALERT AND CAME AS SOON AS I COULD'' it bellowed. Shaking the ground around them.

King? What, did Fenton make them refer to him as King? That felt weirdly out of character for what they had seen so far. 

“Frighty! You were just WAITING outside weren’t you!” Fenton yelled at the knight. The knight didn’t take his eyes off the two perceived threats. And picked up Fenton by the scruff of his coat.

“My King! I knew we couldn’t trust your safety with that pile of metal! Only I- FRIGHT KNIGHT, is worthy of protecting you! NOW YOU TWO. YOU ARE HEREBY GUIL--” the knight spoke and was cut off by Fenton. 

“We get it Frigty! Just.. Can you grab the Fright-bot and just take us home please… I told you this was a trial run to see how to improve him!” the child pleaded. The knight stared forward for a few moments before sighing and coming forward, yanking Oliver out of the Ice and flinging Roy and him out of the way. Then picking up the lifeless metal and carrying Fenton away through another swirling portal where it closed behind them seconds after they were out of sight. 

“Hey Arrow, what the FUCK was that?”

“A massive pain in the ass that keeps getting bigger”

#dp x dc #cem's writing #dpxdc

[dayseedrawz2]

Okay, yall asked for it, so here's the Showtime fic!

Some aspects are inspired by a different fic by @sm-baby (also just tagging because you said you want more stuff like this, so ur welcome)

I might split this into parts tho but it depends on if I have the energy to finish it all right now or not

Without further ado, here it is:

☆Settings for two☆

It's been about a month since Pomni arrived in the digital circus. And it's safe to say she hasn't been doing any better than she was the first day... The others have sometimes found her staring off into space, scribbles replacing her eyes. But the one thing that made her cope was plotting and searching for an exit. Witch didn't seem likely... until one day she found what she thought might be the answer she was looking for...

It was early in the morning. She was wandering around the circus grounds aimlessly since she couldn't sleep. When she saw what appeared to be another random door. Presumably leading to some wacky room like all the others. But still she decided to take a closer look. Upon walking closer, she was able to read the heading of the sign on the door:

*Settings room*

She thought to herself:

"This must be it! I have been looking in all the wrong places! Surely, this will have some sort of way to exit!"

She went inside and was greeted by a wall of interactive screens

Graphics <

Difficulty

F.P.S.

Max. Players

She thought for a moment... then she thought of the perfect plan!

Graphics

Difficulty

F.P.S.

Max. Players <<

[Select Max. Amount of players]

- 6 +

"Ok, if I'm right, then if I set the amount lower, I should be kicked out!"

[Select Max. Amount of Players]

-1

- 5 +

One click, and that was it. Now all she had to do was wait...

She quietly sneaked out of the room. She had nothing else to do. Well- at least until Caine woke up everyone else for today's adventure. Boy, was she not looking forward to it...

With nothing else on her mind but the chance of leaving, she continued to pace around the circus halls. So much so that she had lost track of time... Pomni had been walking around for who knows how long, when she was caught off guard by a familiar, cheery, obnoxious voice:

"GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING, POMNI!"

"Gah! Caine!?"

Of course, she thought. The best person to be around when she was disoriented...

"THAT'S ME ALRIGHT! Say, what're you doing up so early? The others usually aren't out of their rooms until the lights come on..."

"I- uhhh couldn't sleep. It's been hard to do so since I've been here..."

"Is that so? Why haven't you been able to, my dear?"

It was odd to her that he would even consider asking. She still hardly trusts him. She hesitantly answered:

"Well... I'm not exactly sure if there's one answer to that. This place can be so bright and loud sometimes. It's so- overwhelming on top of the fact that we are all stuck here..."

"I see... Well, enough waiting around for me! I'm going to go wake up the others! I'll meet you at center stage! See ya later, Pomni!"

"I- okay-"

She was still a bit shocked by the encounter they had. Hopefully, she won't have to deal with this place any longer.

Until then, may as well mentally prepare for the next adventure...

Ok, well, I guess this concludes part 1! Stay tuned for the next!

(Gee, this was alot-)

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #caine #showtime #tadc pomni #tadc showtime #caine x pomni

[tunabesimpin]

🐟 Tuna Sea-Side, Side Quest! 🐟

[800+ Followers Event! CLOSED]

EVENT MASTERLIST | EVENT TAG #TunasSeaSideSQ

[After a long string of exams, a break finally comes! Whether you passed your exams flawlessly or barely grazed by, it doesn't matter anymore as all you can think about is the free-time that awaits you! Just as your heading back home for the day a shiny poster catches your eye!

(The poster reads) "Come one and all! Tunas Sea-Side party! An all expenses paid summer sea party is being held at the coast of the Coral Sea! Just bring yourself, any floaties, and something to swim in! Lots of events! "Capture the flag! Splash Contest! Beach Volleyball!" We'll be staying at a Villa provided generously by Rook! And Catering thanks to the Monstro Lounge! Hosted by TUNA! Rook! and Azul!" --- It sounds too good to be true... You cautiously take a rsvp paper attached at the bottom and shrug. Oh well, can't be worse then what you've had to deal with already! ]

Tuna is hosting a beach party and everyone is invited! Did they have to use all their savings for this? maybe... Did they also have to sign a contract with Azul to make it happen? Also possible! But Tuna has a bit of a surprise in store for all who come... 😈 Through some magical sweet talking and a LOT of pleading, this party is coming to fruition.

Featuring favorites like; Rook, Azul, the Tweels, Ruggie, Leona, and a plus one of your choice!

Starting May 21st and running until May 31st, send in your RSVP and join the event! (any submissions sent after May 31th 11:59pm PST will be sent to the void! 👻 )

EVENT RULES!

In order to make sure everyone gets to enjoy the event, please follow the rules below!

Must be following me & reblog the post! After all the more the merrier!

Please submit an ask describing what your favorite summer activity is or what you plan to do at the party, your favorite color, & what you plan to wear and/or bring along! If you plan to bring a plus one, please tell me who it is and how you convinced them to come!

You must include a reference link to your character or a physical description of your character!

You may only send in one request! Multiple OCs are OK, but please limit it to 3 characters total (including any plus one twst boys!)

Finally, be open minded! My writing skills are still in development, so characters may seem a bit ooc at times;; I apologize in advance!

OPTIONAL! If you want to make your own art or writing inspired by this please tag me and use #TunasSeaSideSQ I'd love to see whatever you create! ^O^

If your worried about your references, feel free to PM me if you have more info you didn't want/ couldn't include in the ask!

By sending in your RSVP I'll sketch your OC (s and plus one etc) and write a little drabble on how it goes down! ^v^ You're OC will also be included in a final full art & short drabble with everyone involved!

Please also note that responses may take longer to be released! I plan to work on these over the next few weeks so things might run into mid-June to receive a reply! Thank you for your understanding!

This is in honor of reaching 800, 700, and 600 followers! I never did a fun event for these milestones so, I thought it'd be perfect timing to have some fun! Plus I need a bit of practice on more normal sketching rather than chibis lolol!

Oh! and the special surprise will be released with the final art! (aka after everyone's request has been finished! ^v^)

Thank you for your support & interest! I hope to see ya there! 🐟

#TunasSeaSideSQ #tuna be talkin #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst fanevent #twst tuna

[crispysoupwonderland]

~It Will All Be Ok~ (2)

William Afton/Dave Miller x Nb/AFAB reader

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Notes: kinda proofread, smut coming soon (be patient doll) (art by me again used base)

Cw: Animal violence

Part 1

Read on Ao3

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You put on your purple button-down, black tie, staff name tag, and black slacks. The uniform was basic and a bit too loose on you, but it was comfortable. 

“Today is going to be a good day, today is going to be a good day,” you mumble to yourself as you look into the mirror. A knot begins to form in your stomach, and you’re nervous. 

Your Mom isn’t anywhere to be found in the house, she is probably out working. You check your watch, 4:30 pm. You were working the late afternoon to closing shift, not ideal in your book but then again you did say you could work any shift. 

You pat the sweat from your forehead as you enter the now lively and chaotic restaurant. The noise is over stimulating, maybe this wasn’t the best job for you. 

You quickly walk into the back and push open the door labeled STAFF ONLY DO NOT ENTER. You’re met with others and taking their breaks seemingly drained with dark bags under their eyes. You glance around looking for Mr. Afton, he is most likely in his office. 

“Hey new kid,” a boy seemingly about your age walks up to you and puts his arm around your shoulders.

“Um, hi?” you say a little confused and put off by his forwardness.

You hear the clacking of shoes and then the squeaky hinges of the door opening. William comes in and looks at scowls when he notices you. 

“Please keep your hands to yourself, Marco..I will not repeat myself”

“Yes boss,” he says sarcastically and nonchalantly. 

Mr. Afton cleared his throat to get the employees' attention. “Hello everyone this is y/n as you were informed, they are now working here as a janitor, please treat them with respect,” he glares at Marco,” and show them how things work here.” 

Mr. Afton walks up behind you puts his hand on your back and leans into your ear,“If he becomes a problem let me know, darling~”

Your face turns bright red and you nod. You try to hide that you're flustered by turning away and putting your bag in your work locker. He was just trying to be polite, right? You clock in and grab the bucket, mop, broom, and other cleaning supplies from the storage closet.

Your shift goes by slowly and you make mistakes here and there, you feel like you’re being watched the whole shift but you can’t seem to place where this feeling is coming from. It must just be from all the kids running around. You wipe the sweat from your brow and notice that the customers are starting to dwindle as it gets later and later, you’re not surprised I mean it is a kids' establishment.  Before you know it Freddy’s is closed and you finish mopping and sweeping the main arcade area (which undoubtedly was the messiest). 

You feel the hairs on the back of your next stand-up. You dart your head around looking behind you. You can’t shake the feeling of being watched and now it is starting to creep you out. 

“Hello, love..” 

You jump, knocking over the bucket of water and dropping the mop, “OH FUCK YOU SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME,” your heart is racing. 

“ W-what is it?” you ask, still trying to catch your breath.

“Well darling, I’ve done so much for you already you know? I was just wondering if you could do something for me in return, you honestly owe me don’t you think?” he says in a sinister tone.

“Um… ya thanks for the job and everything, but I don’t really want to do that if that’s what you're talking about, you’re kinda you know…” you glance at him moving your eyes up and down. 

“No darling, not that..” he says with a hint of disdain in his voice. “ I was wondering if you would like to get dinner with me, on a date.”

You nervously laugh, surely he’s joking. 

“Um, n-no thanks sorry.. I um I gotta go now too you know, my shift is over now.”

“Oh no that’s not a problem doll, sorry for being so, forward..” he turns around and walks towards his office without meeting your eyes.

You can’t help but feel a little bad for rejecting him but this was just too soon, too suddenly, and you didn’t have time to prepare yourself to be in a relationship. You didn’t think that being in a relationship with your boss was appropriate either, talk about power dynamics… 

You lazily clean up the bucket of mop water you spilled and go to change out of your uniform in the locker room and pack up your stuff to leave. You still feel eyes on you no matter where you go. You just want to go home.

You get home and immediately slump face-first into your couch, what a long day. You look around expecting Callie to come to greet you but he is nowhere to be found, however, you hear your mother rummaging around in the kitchen.

“Hi honey, how was your first day at work?” 

‘It was o-... It was good Mom,” you force a smile “I, I had a good time, well, as good as a time you can have while mopping floors. But my coworkers are nice and my boss is too…” 

“That's great sweetheart!” she pulls you in and kisses you on the head. “I know you would be getting back a bit late so I made you some dinner.”

“Mom you didn’t have to, thanks.” you take a scoop of pasta and put it in a bowl.

“Where is Callie by the way, he always comes and jumps on me whenever I get home,” you say while shoveling food into your mouth.

“Oh I let him outside he is probably still running around, he’s been out there a while, let him back in when you go to sleep”

“Ugh he is such a goof, I will, don’t worry about it”

Your Mom heads to bed and you sit in the dimly lit kitchen finishing your pasta, and the title feels colder without your mom with you. Callie still hasn’t come to the door yet. You turn on the TV and wait a little longer for him to come inside. You decide to go out with a crappy flashlight and look for him. 

“Callieeeee! Callie, come here boy!”

He would normally come by now, he’s never done this before. You continue looking around the neighborhood. ‘He knows not to leave, he wouldn’t just run off’ you thought. 

You begin to loop back around and go toward your house again. You spot something in the corner of your eye. You cautiously approach, not knowing exactly what it is, and the crappy flashlight isn’t helping. You cover your mouth with your hand. You’re going to throw up. You find lumps of matted fur and blood all over the grass. Callie’s carcass lies there, still, unmoving. 

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf movie #dave miller

[xxavengingangelxx]

Long Way from Home 1/?

Ok, so here is chapter one of I don't know how many. I have 25 pages of this. My goal is to immerse the reader in this world and put them into the OC's shoes as she questions her sanity and breaks down. I don't know how it's going to end yet.

Same intro: 141's translator isn't able to escape after Graves's betrayal. He takes her, thinking she has information. Things go horribly. Stockholm Syndrome eventually sets in and our OC feels her 141 identity being ripped to shreds while a new one, possibly loyal to Shadow Company takes hold.

Idk how this is going to do because it's a darker fic. War Criminal Graves for sure. Really insecure about this one :/

READ: Trigger warnings (for the whole fic): Kidnapping, eventual dub-con, threatened rape, torture, mind fucking games, implied/referenced suicide, self-harm.

TAGS: Dub-con, violence, torture, implied/referenced suicide, self-harm.

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Graves.

You looked up at him as your vision became clearer. Your head was pounding. You realized you were lying in the street. Did someone hit you over the head? You couldn’t recall. Graves started shooting and everyone ran for cover or tried shooting back. You shot back maybe once or twice. Truth was you were terrified of Graves’s Shadows and wanted to get the hell away from them.

You were able to camouflage into the woods and managed to make it to the streets on your way to the agreed upon rendezvous point, which was planned in case just an event happened.

The coldness, hardness, and wetness of that same street took your attention away from the sharp pains seemingly crushing your skull. Raindrops made your vision blurry every now and then as they landed in your eyes.

But that didn’t stop you from glaring at Graves. If looks could kill the man would’ve dropped dead on the spot. After all the missions, all the teamwork, and especially all the nights spent with him…you felt disgusted.

But you still felt small, vulnerable, like prey, even with all your gear on. You were flat on your back surrounded by Shadows (demons)…and Graves. You were beginning to worry. Sure, you’d received the training required to tag along with the 141 but definitely not quite all of it. How the hell were you going to put up with being tortured for information or being held captive if it came to that?

“141’s translator.” Graves smirked. “Good to see ya again, Valdez. Been better though, yeah?”

You said nothing. The firefight had stopped although you didn’t know how much time had passed between the end of the fight and now. You only hoped Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro were okay. You didn’t know what all had happened. All you remembered is that gunshots rang out and everyone ran.

You apparently didn’t run fast enough.

“Where are your friends?” Graves commanded, looking down on you with his hands clutching his vest.

Arrogant bastard.

“141?”

“Duh.”

“I dunno,” you answered simply. “You kinda fucked everything up when you started shooting.”

He laughed. He sounded cruel.

“Where are they?”

“How the fuck would I know?”

“Don’t act. You had to have a rendezvous point.”

You remained silent.

Graves paused before saying, “Actually you know what? Let’s get outta this rain.”

Rough and careless hands grabbed your arms and pulled you into a sitting position, soaking the rest of your clothes.

“Watch it,” you snapped. “Cabron. No me vuelvas a tocar,” you added in your native tongue, demanding he not touch you again.

You heard Graves scoff from the inside of a dilapidated building. He then said, “Cuff ‘er and bring ‘er to me.”

You felt those same rough hands placed thick plastic zip ties around your wrists after pulling your arms behind your back and he pull them tight, almost painfully so. You were then pulled to stand in the same coarse manner before being led into a building that looked like it was barely standing. It had been gutted inside and out. The same Shadow shoved you and you fell onto your knees and shin hard in front of Graves. You felt your knees scrape and bleed.

“Forgot how good you look on your knees,” he smirked. He reached towards you and you almost bit him. He ripped your radio off, also taking your earpiece with it and cutting your ear. He gave it to one of his men, telling them to get rid of it.

You ignored what Graves had said because how could he fucking forget when you’d just seen him last night? You instead decided to temporarily focus your anger on the Shadow that had roughed you up earlier. “Fuckin’ asshole,” you snapped at the faceless man. “Tu mama no te enseño que los hombres no les pegan a las mujeres?” You then shot back, asking him if his mother never taught him that men don’t hit women.

“Now you need to knock that Spanish shit off,” Graves mentioned. “You’re in the presence of Americans so speak English.”

You said nothing, only scowled at him even though he was currently towering over you.

He laughed. “Still got that mouth on you I see. Good for telling others off, translating, and…other things, too, huh?”

You felt your cheeks blush but out of anger. Your ears felt hot despite the cool rainy night. Apparently Graves liked to kiss and tell. The fact that the last time you’d slept with him was right before this mission left you feeling absolutely disgusted. You felt like he’d raped you in a way as he didn’t tell you who he really was.

“Where’s 141?” He asked again, standing before you and again reaching up to grasp his vest. You saw that lines or scratches and scars lined his forearms.

“I told you I don’t know.” You paused before adding, “Si te lo digo en español lo entenderás mejor? No se.” You asked if you telling him in Spanish might help him understand better.

“You really need to start cooperating here,” He walked about you in a circle and you felt like he was a wolf circling injured prey.

“I don’t know, man!” You snapped. “We all had to run for cover when you and your goons started shooting.” You paused before adding, “Heard they knocked a few of your Shadows off.”

One of the Shadows from behind you kicked you and your vest roughly, almost making you fall sideways. You gave a scowl in that general direction before focusing back on Graves. “You’ve been planning this shit for awhile haven’t you?”

“Look at you, so perceptive,” Graves cooed. It was creepy. “All I did was told them I was in charge and they didn’t like it.”

“So you betrayed them?”

“No, no,” he stopped dead in front of you again and knelt so you were both at eye level. His eyes were cold, icy, like the arctic. You smelled blood and gunpowder and you wondered if it was his blood or some of your teammates’. You silently prayed they were okay. His eyes had never looked like that before. “They betrayed me.”

You laughed callously. “Bullshit,” You tried to stop yourself from saying the next thing but it was said before you even knew it. “You’re a traitor, Graves. And a fucking war criminal.”

With that he smacked you across the face. Hard. You cried out, tasting blood. You shook your hair from your face and turned back in his direction.

“So you hit women, too now?” You gasped, spitting blood in between his boots as he kneeled in front of you. “At the very least you have treason and usurpation.”

“It doesn’t need to be this way. I need to know where they are.”

“Why, to kill them?”

“Nah, I wanna keep ‘em,” he added threateningly. “Some brainwashing and they’d make a good team for me.”

“Go to hell, fuckin’ traitor.”

He reached out, grasping your hair so tightly you yelped. He tilted your head up to make sure you made eye contact with him.

“If you use that word again I will kill your friends when I find them. Not before I kill you in front of them first, though.” He didn’t break eye contact, almost expecting a reply from you. “Are we really gonna have to do this the hard way?”

You didn’t speak.

“Fine,” he responded. He stood up, his height allowing him to tower over you again. He drew his sidearm and pulled the hammer back, placing a bullet in the chamber.

So this is how you were going to die. On bloodied knees in front of what you now considered an enemy combatant. He placed the gun to your head and you felt the cold barrel through your thin, wet hair.

“Call them,” Graves demanded.

“No,”

You weren’t expecting it when he hit you with his sidearm across the side of your face. You screamed in pain, falling flat on the floor. You vision was blurry and the sounds around you were going in and out. You saw him step closer is you flinched, mumbling, “Don’t!” When you thought he was about to kick you. Graves grabbed your vest and hauled you back to your knees.

“Call them,” Graves commanded again, his voice louder in volume and deeper in tone.

“I can’t,” you gasped, your head throbbing. You shut your eyes, wanting to be anywhere else but here. You opened them and you were still there, effectively being tortured.

Graves stepped out in front of you. It was dead silent, the only sounds being the crickets and the rain. You met his eyes trying to muster any sympathy. You were likely concussed at least two times over and you were in pain. His eyes didn’t soften and his men didn’t even flinch. Were they seriously okay with this?!

He raised the gun at your chest.

And he fired.

The force of the bullet forced you onto your back and you felt ribs possibly break underneath your vest. You yelled in pain as you found yourself glancing up at the ceiling of the gutted building you were in. Your vest had stopped the bullet from penetrating but it still hurt like a motherfucker.

“Get ‘er back up and take her vest off,” you heard Graves tell one of his men.

Your body protested as you were again hauled up on your knees. The Velcro of your vest easily gave way to the strong arms ripping it open. It was tossed aside. You wanted to ask them to at least have some respect for the American flag on your vest but your energy was sapped. It was focused on staying quiet and surviving.

He was kneeling in front of you again and you wondered if he was going to shoot you point blank because he wanted to look in your eyes as you died. Pulling at your zip ties was useless.

Graves reached into his vest and pulled a large, black knife.

“You’re torturing a captive!”

“There’s the military and me,” Graves stated simply. “I’m not as bound by the rules.” He then leaned forward and sliced through your uniform shirt. Underneath all you had on was a pink tank top. He signaled to one of his men who then knelt directly behind you and pulled you up off your shins and onto solely your knees. He grasped your chin from behind and pulled up, forcing your line of sight up and away from Graves. Graves was completely out of view and you had no fucking idea what he was going to do.

“What’re you doing?!” you voice broke as you began panicking.

“I’m about to scar that pretty body if you don’t talk or call your friends.”

“I don’t know! I don’t!” you yelled out desperately. “You know I can’t do that to them,” you sniffled.

The first cut was deep but not deep enough to cause vital injuries. It went from your collarbone to just over your heart. At this point you just sputtered and cried.

“Either tell me where they are or call them.”

“I can’t!”

“No, you’re choosing not to.”

“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know!” Your breath came out in hurried, panicked gasps.

“Sounds like a rehearsed response to me,” The second cut Graves inflicted mirrored your first except it was on the opposite side of your chest. You couldn’t help it. You screamed.

“Graves what the fuck!” Your words echoed Soap’s from not too long ago. You believed you heard him sheathe his knife, presumably without cleaning it, almost as if he wanted your blood to adorn his vest.

“Let her go,”

The Shadow behind you released his grasp and you immediately fell onto your knees and shins, Doubling over in pain. Your once-pink tank top was covered in blood and the cuts on your chest would need stitches at the minimum.

“Hmm, they must not care about ya anymore,” Graves taunted. “Maybe you should come work for me.”

“Never, fuck you,”

“There’s that attitude again,” he laughed callously. “But you have to admit that would be a neat trick.” His voice was sickly sweet as he added, “Imagine that. You at my beck and call before I sicced you on 141.”

“Never,” you repeated.

“We could really, really use you,” Graves stood back up. “You speak Spanish, have experience with surveillance, countersurveillance, know the culture…”

“You wish,” you sighed.

“Well if this isn’t working and asking nicely isn’t working, we can try something else.”

You were past trying to hold back tears. Luckily your dark hair hid your face. You started at the ground, not daring to meet his gaze. With what he had said earlier you were scared another look at him would brainwash you. We circled you again and you couldn’t help but flinch when he got close.

“You and I had a pretty good working relationship, didn’t we?”

You didn’t answer.

“Answer me, soldier,” he demanded.

“Yes,” you snapped. “Not anymore.”

“You’re right not anymore. Maybe soon though.” He paused, scoffing before adding, “Didn’t we also agree to have certain friends with benefits activities?”

“Fuck you,” you half sobbed.

“Yeah you actually did,” there was that cold laugh again. He continued walking around you in a circle as you watched blood drip onto your dark pants.

This was humiliating.

“Man you worked wonders with that little mouth of yours,”

“Argh!” the yell came from your lips loudly. You were frustrated, concussed, in pain, had been betrayed, and now you were finding out that man you were starting to have feelings for was betraying not only but everyone. “You’re so fucking disgusting!” You shouted, raising your gaze to glare at him.

“How ‘bout a repeat?”

Your glare lost its edge for one of surprise and fear. Was he talking about…

“I’ll go first and they,” he signaled around to his men, adding, “Then they’ll go next. And if you keep pretending not to know we can make things…invasive. How’s that sound?”

“Jesus Christ, Graves,” you whispered, “you’re talking about torturing and raping a captive.” Your voice sounded weak, fearful.

“It’s up to you,” Graves shrugged. “You can stop this anytime you want. Or if you really wanna get laid without admitting it you can keep not talking.”

You whimpered.

“I mean, think about it,” Graves knelt in front of you again, keeping that sadistic blue gaze locked onto your darker one. “It’d happen right here when anyone can see what a fuckin’ slut you are. No one would help, either. They’d just watch it happen.”

You cried because what the hell else could you do? You weren’t used to this. You translated for fuck’s sake. You wouldn’t have ever imagined you’d be captured. Not in your worst nightmares. That was something for the movies, for fiction books.

“Keep up the charade and you’re going to suffer. I promise.” He glared at you with those blue-grey emotionless eyes. “I mean hell when I get sick of ya they’ll pass you around however the fuck they want to. I’m sure they’d love to have a shot at a 141 bitch.”

“Fuck yeah,” a Shadow said from behind you. “She’s a cute little thing. Love to see her cry some more.”

You were floored. How was this happening?

“Graves—” you started.

“Commander Graves to you from now on.”

“Commander Graves. I don’t know. Even if I did, they’ve moved on. They’re mobile,” you tried to reason. “I’m of no use to you.”

You saw his jaw muscle clench. “No, you’re gonna be useful, trust me.”

Your hopes that he would just untie you and send you back to 141 bloodied, beaten, and tortured to send a message fell to zero.

“Pick her up and bring her with us,”

“Fuck no, man,” you shook your head. You knew that you under no circumstances could you allow them to take you to a second location. It dropped your chances of survival to almost zero.

You were pulled to your feet roughly and you suddenly felt a wave of nausea. You were definitely concussed.

“Take her vest. Leave her name tag.” Graves wanted to send a message: she’s alive…come get her before I rip her to shreds.

The Shadow who pulled you up whispered hot and heavy in your ear through his mask. He had to lower himself to your level he was so tall. “Cry some more for me.”

He was so close to you, so close to your face you tried to bite him. “Try me, asshole.”

Graves, further again, laughed. A few other Shadows chuckled. Not because it was funny but because they were probably thinking: awe, how cute…she thinks she can take us.

You pulled and struggled and screamed and cursed. They easily kept control of you. They were too tall and too strong. They tossed you in the backseat of a black Tahoe and your cursed inwardly when you failed to get the plate.

Graves got in on the other side of the backseat. He easily reached over you, grabbing your seatbelt.

“Don’t! Don’t you fucking touch me!” you yelled.

The doors slammed shut and two more of his team got up front.

The van took off and you heard your seatbelt click into place.

You glanced in his direction. Your glare was gone. You were about to resort to pleading when you thought of one more idea. The windows were so dark you couldn’t see anything but you had to try.

You quickly leaned sideways towards Graves. The quick movement threw him off and he didn’t react immediately. It put you in a position to where you could kick the window. One, two, three kicks before Graves grabbed your hair, pulling you upright.

“You need to stop,” he warned darkly. “You almost broke my window.”

The cracked glass might be of some use and so you screamed. Screamed for help. You didn’t mention names but you just screamed for anyone to help.

“If she doesn’t shut up we’re gonna get pulled over,” someone said from the front. “There’s a few non-corrupt cops out here ya know.”

You felt a gloved hand tangle itself further in your hair and the other gloved hand place itself over your mouth.

“Hand me that,” you heard Graves say.

You tried biting but the gloves were too thick.

Graves untangled his hand from your hair and produced a roll of duct tape. “You need to stop biting,” he said darkly. You decided you would keep biting and scratching and kicking.

Using no gentleness at all, he wrapped the thick, suffocating tape over your mouth and around your head, effectively silencing you completely.

“Shut up,” he snapped.

And with that you gave up. You were going to die. You only hoped the US would at least get your body. Things quieted down. Graves worked on a laptop while the other two Shadows up front chatted about nothing in particular. It seemed like hours passed and your head injury wasn’t letting you keep track of the twists and turns.

Exhaustion and your concussion got the best of you and you surrendered to the darkness.

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hi! hope you're doing well <3 do you have any long gallavich ao3 fic recs? can be any rating :)

hi hi! i'm doing alright 🥰 i hope you are too!! 💙

i am... notoriously bad at giving recs, but i'm going to try my best to list a few that live with me at all times (while trying very very very hard to not feel bad for leaving anything out/forgetting anything!)

now, i'm not sure what you constitute as long? so, i've just gathered a few that are over 50k? ok!

completed fics that make me want to shout into the sky:

literally aaaanything by @goodkwuestion but The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher and The Fine Art of Falling For You have a very special place in my heart!

Dancing After Death by @squidyyy23 - i made audible noises while reading this fic. idk what that tells you, but i hope it explains it.

M8TE by @gallawitchxx - i was all "idk idk idk if i'd be into a/b/o... eeeehhhh" and then this came along! and i- *slams fists on table*

Since We're Alone by @lethargicmick and @buffymilkovich - the way i became irreversibly unhinged by this story... my heart!

Undead Agents of Chaos by @abundanceofnots - god, it's so fun! all the ups and downs. it's so beautiful. so original! Y E S!

and i'd be just silly not to mention Cooperative Gameplay and Like Real People Do by grayola - iconic. full stop.

wips that i love and make me want to punch straight through a wall:

Sweetpea by @whatthebodygraspsnot - my beloved, my heart, my love, my joy, my light! (the fic, the universe, the characters, the author)

wait! and also That 'Redhead Babyface/FUCK U-UP' Duality - if ya wanna get hooked immediately. if ya want flirty banter. if ya want that funny, good, blessed writing style that scratches that itch! dis ees da one!

Tender Hearts and Other Maladies by @whatwouldmickeydo - world building of my dreaaaams!!!

Intro to Quantum Dating by @spoonfulstar - my absolute comfort fic!

Ristretto by @howlinchickhowl - the cooooziest and funniest coffeshop au! it's like a warm hug, i tell you!

Ian Gallagher and All of His Mistakes by toraten - i enjoy me a piece of life fic and this one is just so good!

Love Is a Ballfield by and_i_take_it - obsessed obsessed obsessed will never let this one gooooo!!!!

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also! @gallavichfanficlibrary is an amazing resource for fic recs! they've got a great tag system that makes things super easy!

and also! *sounding the alarm* everyone feel free to tac on your favorites!

and and also! i hope you're having a lovely day wherever you are! 💙

#please please add your favorites! my brain enjoys and loves but it's also broken alsdkfj #anon i hope you find something to love here! #anon #asks #fic recs #shameless #gallavich

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Jealous! Ted x Reader Oneshot

@thisismysecondrodeo​ wrote a wonderful jealous Jason one shot, and it inspired me to take this into Ted Lasso Land. 

Summary: Ted has feelings for the new AFC Richmond marketing manager—but can’t seem to tell her. When one Bantr match gets her a little too excited, Ted finally takes matters into his own hands.

Idk, I just love the jealousy trope...what can i say?

Also I haven’t thoroughly edited, I just noticed the Ted x reader tag hasn’t been getting much love lately and wanted to add more :) 

You kind of a had a feeling Ted was into you...he definitely had his way of showing it. The extra biscuits he’d drop on your desk after Biscuits with the Boss, the smiles, the personalized jokes he always greeted you with. Yet, he would never stay by your desk to talk for more than 10 minutes, always nervously jamming his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground, and departing with a quick nod and “See ‘ya later,” directed at the floor. 

It was adorable. 

You would be lying if you didn’t want to pursue him. Sure, he was basically twenty years older than you, and yes, he did come with some baggage. But Ted Lasso was handsome, smart, and put everyone before himself. He was such a great man, he just needed...a push. 

Downloading Bantr had been Keeley’s idea. Well, a combination of Keeley and Rebecca. The three of you were closer than just coworkers, and they were initially the ones who planted the seed in your head that Ted had a crush on you. 

“Don’t you think Ted’s into you?” Rebecca had asked with a smirk one day, the three of you seated in her office on her (ridiculously comfy) sofa. 

“Hmm?” It caught you off guard. Yes, you had picked up on his uncharacteristic nervousness around you, but hadn’t paid it much attention. You were new, after all. He just didn’t really know you yet.

“Oh god, FINALLY we’re talking about this.” Keeley sat up, placing her tea on the table so she could dive head first into her analysis. 

After a thorough and insanely detailed analysis provided by Keeley (with sprinkled in examples from Rebecca), they looked at you expectedly. 

“What?” You asked, a stupid grin appearing on your flushed face.

“Are you going to go for it?” Rebecca asked bluntly, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“I mean...yes I would be down to get to know him. He just gets so nervous, I’m afraid he’ll never ask me out,” You say with a shrug. 

Keeley furrows her brows and taps her perfectly manicured fingers against the arm of the sofa. “What if we gave Ted some competition? Men love a good competition.”

“Competition? Keeley, there’s not exactly men lining up at my door.” 

“Ok FIRST off, that is not true. Roy said he’s heard more than a couple inappropriate comments about you in the locker room. He’s getting tired of  reminding the boys not to objectify women.”

You’re stunned. The players commented on you? 

“And there was one time Ted overheard someone mention how they’d like to take you home. Apparently he lost it. Gave a lecture on women’s rights and the male gaze.” 

“What?!” You sit up, alarmed. 

“Well now that we know what makes him bite,” Rebecca smirks, “Let’s make him jealous. So jealous that he’ll just have to make a move.” 

You shake your head, “You two are ridiculous.”

“Got it!” Keeley now slams her palm down on the sofa, making both you and Rebecca jump, “We’ll sign you up for Bantr, get you some matches, set up some dates that maybe you’ll actually go on. We’ll talk about it in front of Ted. Rebecca you can sprinkle in something during Biscuits with the Boss?” She checks looking at her.

“Absolutely.” Rebecca is downright gleeful. “And Keeley and I will get you ready for the date. Make you look even more beautiful than you normally do. We’ll really fire him up.”

“Well...” You shrug, a smile tugging at your lips, “It’s so crazy that it just may work.” 

Phase 1: Intro to Bantr

“Hey there,” Ted greets you with a smile, shaking a pink biscuit box your way, “Special delivery for the best marketer in town.” 

You laugh, “Thank you, Ted!” 

Almost on queue your phone lights up with a new match. You were actually quite the commodity on the app — men were messaging you left and right. 

You feign embarrassment as he looks down at your phone. 

“Oh, uh, you tryin’ that out?” He asks, hands once again returning to his pockets. 

“Yeah,” You shrug, “I’m ready to start dating again, and things seem to be slow in the real world, so I figured I’d try the digital world.” You look down, opening your phone, and laughing at a message you received. “I’m fully prepared for these men to realize who they matched with when they see me in person for the first time and leave me high and dry.” 

Ted’s brow furrows and he looks at you earnestly, “They’d have to be blind as a bat to do that, come on now.” Realizing what he said, his ears turn red and you smile softly. 

“Thanks, Ted. Hoping someone on here compliments me as well as you do.” 

He nods, looking at the ground. He leaves a moment later, a “See ‘ya” muttered at the ground, and you text Rebecca and Keeley. 

You: Phase 1: Complete. 

Keeley: HELL YEAH.

Rebecca: Debrief in my office in 20. 

Phase 2: The Match

Your phone pings multiple times on your desk later that week, and you quickly swipe open your group chat.

Rebecca: I mentioned you matched with someone during Biscuits with the Boss.

Keeley: AND? 

Rebecca: He was so frazzled. Didn’t know what to say. Played it off that he hopes this person is “as cool as she is.”

You: Things seem to be progressing as planned. 

Rebecca: He left a minute ago, you’ll probably see him swing by soon. xx

You look up to see Ted coming down the hallway, a forced smile on his face as he makes it into your office and approaches your desk.

“Morning, Ted!” You greet, pretending not to notice the change in his normal behavior. 

“Mornin’,” He says softly, handing over the famous pink box of biscuits. “How was your weekend?” 

“It was good,” You nod, fully ready to enact Phase 2, “Got some matches on this dumb app. One I’m actually kind of excited about so, that was unexpected.” You shrug, opening the box of biscuits. “How was your weekend?”

He nods, “Oh hey! Well, can’t say I’m shocked about that. My weekend was good, Beard and I finally went to the Winston Churchill museum. Lordy was there a lot to see.”

You smile at him, taking a bite of the biscuit, “You know Ted,” You say after you chew, “This may be your best batch yet.” 

“Oh come on now,” he shrugs off the compliment, “Happy you like ‘em.” 

“I do! Too much. I’ve got a date tomorrow so I need to lay off of them,” You say, peering up at him to gauge his reaction. 

His smile wavers a little bit, “Well, you don’t need to lay off anything. You can eat all the biscuits you want — ain’t no harm in that. Say, what does this fella do?”

“He’s a coach, actually,” You say, the irony of the situation is actually too much and you hide a smirk. 

His eyebrows shoot up, “Oh wow, is that so? What’s he coachin���?” 

“I didn’t ask...figured I’d leave that as a topic of conversation. You know, for tomorrow. I hate going on dates and not having enough to talk about.” You say.

He rubs his jaw, “Yeah, yeah I get that. Well, I’m gonna head down to see how the pitch is looking. I’ll uh, see you later.” 

“Bye, Ted!” You say with a smile. 

Phase 3: The “Date”

Ted looked around in disappointment when you weren’t at your desk. You were always at your desk between 930-10am, after he’d have Biscuits with the Boss. Today, you were nowhere to be found. He dropped the pink box off, borrowing a sticky note from your pile. 

Must’ve missed ya. Enjoy the biscuits — you can never have too many.

Ted

Just as Ted was rounding the corner to the stairwell he sees you and Keeley ascending from the floor below. 

“You sure it’s not too much?” He hears you ask, hesitation in your voice. 

“Trust me, he’s going to lose it.” He hears Keeley reply. The thought of another man “losing it” over you makes his heart pound and fists clench. Why was he such a coward when it came to asking you out?

“Oh! Hey Ted,” Keeley greets as you reach the stairwell landing. Ted’s eyes drift to you and you watch as they subconsciously widen. 

Keeley had booked you an early morning blowout, touched up your makeup, and found you a short but classy dress to wear to work that would serve as your “date” dress. Admittedly, you hadn’t agreed to meet your Bantr date yet...but Ted didn’t need to know that. 

“Morning, Ted,” You say smiling. 

“Uh, mornin! Look at you, all dressed up.” He says gesturing to you. 

“She’s got a hot date tonight,” Keeley smirks, nudging you for the full effect. 

“Ah yes, the coach from Bantr?” Ted asks, feigning excitement. 

“The fit coach from Bantr, yes!” Keeley says. 

Ted looks confused, “I thought Bantr didn’t use pictures?” 

“Oh,” Keeley fabricates, “I can just tell by the way he talks to her.” 

Ted’s fists clench and he unsurprisingly shoves them into his pockets. “Well now! That sounds like something for girl talk. I’m gonna head down to see the boys, good luck on the date.” He smiles halfheartedly at you. 

You nod with a smile, “Thanks, Ted.” 

“He was SO jealous,” Keeley whispers as you approach Rebecca’s office. 

“I guess,” You say, “But he still hasn’t done anything.” 

“Leave that up to me.” Keeley says, spinning around and following after him. 

Phase 4: The Push

Ted sits down at his desk with a huff. 

“Alright, Coach?” Beard asks, putting his book down.

“Yeah. No. I don’t know.” Ted mutters, putting his head in his hands. 

“Does this have to do with a certain marketing manager on the third floor?” Beard guesses.

“She’s got a date tonight,” Ted says, frowning. 

“And you’re jealous?” Beard guesses. 

“I’m not jealous. I just...she shows up to work today looking even more beautiful than she normally does. She’s putting all this effort in. And why shouldn’t she? She’s young and smart and beautiful and—”

“And you’re jealous.” Beard affirms this time. 

“Well, yeah. She’s going to go meet some guy, younger than I am, without all the baggage. What would she even want to do with me?”

A knock on the office door cuts his rambling short, and he looks up to see Keeley waving through the glass.

He waves her in, putting a fake smile on. “Hey there Keeley! Get to see ya twice in one morning. What’s the occasion?” 

She smiles, “Hi Ted. Hi Beard,” Beard nods, picking up his book again, “Sooo...are you ready to admit how much you have a crush on her?”

Beard coughs, dropping his book, and Ted’s eyes widen. “Keeley, what are you goin’ on about?”

“Ted,” she moves to perch on his desk, facing him, “We all know you’re into her. Come on. Are you seriously going to let her go on this date?” 

“Well hey, she is a strong independent woman who can make her own choices. She doesn’t need my permission for anything. In fact I—”

“Ted!” Keeley cuts him off mid speech, “You know exactly what I mean. Are you going to let her get away?”

“Keeley,” he says, finally caving to her accusation, “What would she want with me? I’m old, I’ve got a kid, she’s too good for me.”

“Ted she’s really into you.” Keeley looks at him dead in the eye.

“Oh come on now,” He’s stunned.

“Yes, you knob head. Why do you think she’s on Bantr? She wants to get someone to take her out, with the hopes it’ll motivate you.” 

Ted is floored. His jaw hangs open and he needs a few moments to collect himself.

“Now here’s the deal.” Keeley says, “She’s in her office now. She’s leaving in 15 for a lunch date. You have between now and then to stop her.” Keeley pats him on the shoulder and saunters out. 

Looking at Beard, Ted raises an eyebrow. “Better get moving, Coach,” Beard says, motioning to the door. 

Ted nods, standing abruptly and speed walking out the door. 

Back in your office, you sigh, scheduling email sends and mapping out new campaigns for the upcoming games. 

Suddenly, your office door is thrown open, causing you to jump. 

“Ted, what can I—” 

“Don’t go on the date.” He says, then looks immediately embarrassed. 

“What?” You ask shaking your head. Had Keeley actually come through on this? 

He closes your office door and moves to stand in front of your desk. 

“Please don’t go on this date. I know you don’t owe me anything, and I know I’m a coward who can’t work up the courage. But the thought of you smilin’ at someone else, laughing at their jokes, it just,” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, “It makes me crazy.” 

You’re sitting there, looking at him, too shocked to say anything. 

“Listen, I just, I wanna tell you that I really wanna take you out. Get to know ya more than just,” he motions between himself and your desk, “Dropping off biscuits and makin’ small talk.”

You nod, still looking at him in shock.

“And I know I’m older than you are, and I know I have my fair share of baggage but, I don’t even know where I’m going with this,” He pacing now. 

“Hey Ted,” you try to interrupt. 

“Beard told me I was jealous. And I guess...yeah I guess I was jealous of whoever this guy is.”

“Ted,” You stand now, walking toward him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

He stops pacing, and looks up at you. 

“Shut up.” You whisper. He nods, looking into your eyes. “I’ve been waiting this entire time for you to say that.” 

Ted’s eyebrows raise. 

“And what I want right now,” You continue, running your hand from his shoulder to his chest, “Is for you to just shut up and kiss me.” 

“Well hell, I can do that,” he smiles, leaning in and bringing his lips to yours. 

What started as a soft kiss, grows more and more urgent as months of unresolved tension rises to the surface. You grab onto his Richmond sweater and pull him impossibly closer. His tongue slips into your mouth and you nearly die as you hear the hottest moan slip from his mouth. 

Placing you on your desk he moves to stand between your parted legs, your dress riding up and his hands coming to grab at your thighs. 

“Hey,” he pulls away, kissing your forehead. 

You catch your breath staring up at him. You’re so happy, relieved, and seriously turned on. 

“As much as I’d like to keep this goin’,” he motions between the two of you, “What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t take you to lunch first?” 

You laugh, kissing him softly. “Fair point, let’s get some lunch.” 

He smiles back, helping you up to stand. 

Heading out of your office he pauses, “Say, shouldn’t you tell your date you won’t be making it?”

You smirk reaching for his hand, “What date?”

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[toxicanonymity]

I have an important question (technically there's a few):

How did the Joelkémons react when slasher suddenly moved into the brothel? Do they like him? Is there drama? Did they talk shit about him to the camera? I'd like to know the tea, if there is any

-nightmare

Also, this isn't really connected to my other question but is vampire!joel a joelkémon or no?

Great question. Thighs out, stepdad, and night walks all wanted him let into the brothel. FAQ

Recap: Slasher has been waiting outside the Prime Time mansion. Some of the men are more excited than others about the prospect of him moving in. Slasher has only had one short story, but readers have launched a passionate campaign to get him into the mansion.

—--- Joelkemon Brothel: Slasher's first night

*Slasher walks into the brothel and Thighs Out slaps him on the back.* "There he is!"  Everyone but raider is getting ready to eat. Night walks says, "Alriiiight, come on in, buddy. Been pullin' for ya." 

Lincoln side-eyes the camera. Lincoln is serving dinner and gives Slasher none of the crusted part on his mac & cheese. 

Speakeasy is indifferent, but in his private interview with the camera, the producer manipulates him into almost talking smack, like, "do you think it was unusual the way slasher got into the brothel? Do you think he would've gotten in without @jazziepascal's passionate campaign and @bonezone44's art? Why do you think it happened that way? How many times has he even done something on camera?" Speakeasy thinks for a moment. Then the only thing you see on camera is out of context, speakeasy saying "well shit I guess he's only been on-screen one time." (Spliced together with a selective clip of something else he said). "he woulda had to prove himself without the art." (leaving off "i dunno if" he woulda)

Then in Lincoln's interview the producer eggs him on. "Speakeasy thinks slasher might not even be here if it weren't for bonezone."  Lincoln takes a deep breath. "bonezone? *My* bonezone? The one that drew me?" The producer eats it up. "Yeah. Does that bother you? Slasher said there might be another one on the way at some point too" Lincoln takes another deep breath through his nose. Then he takes off his mic, fumbling with it for a few seconds before dropping it in the chair and walking out. The producer mumbles "oh shit" and urgently calls night walks in for his interview.

Night walks and the producer have a mostly inaudible conversation off-camera. You can hear the producer's end of the convo. 

"I dunno, just distract him . . . Hey, where's raider, why isn't he-. . .ok (via radio she pages another producer to go get raider). . . Idk whatever, just distract him. . . Ah, fuck. You know I don't have that kind of authority. . . But I'll ask her, sure." 

Night walks says "hell yeah" and the producer says "go, go, go."   Then I get a call from the producer begging me to let night walks come twice in his next escapade. I get suspicious and say I'm coming down there. 

While I'm on my way down from the penthouse night walks goes back into the kitchen where the guys are eating and tries to act casual.  Lincoln is glaring at slasher. Night walks is like "what do you guys think about Vampire?" Raider walks in and sits next to Lincoln, watching his every move.  Free Use answers Night Walks. "I guess that would be the guy who dragged a coffin across the lawn yesterday?" 

Stepdad is like, "ya think?" 

Stepdad sees me first and  gets up from the table, confronting me before i even make it into the kitchen. “Now all the audience is fuckin’ pissed at me.”  I tell him they'll get over it, and some people actually feel bad for him.  “They drag me on discord thinking up ways to punish me.”   I try not to smile. “Oh you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asks me.  I remind him at least he has a vacation coming up -- unless he doesn't wanna go. 

Vampire Joel is not in the brothel, he's setting up camp like Slasher was, in Slasher's camper.

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