T

call me T • she/her • 8teen • irish •

[johnnysgoatee]

T’s Introduction..!

Hello, all!!

Current works;

Criminal – Josh Silver [type o] hiatus

Sexy Boy – Johnny Kelly [type o] hiatus

Lemon Glow – Ser Duncan the Tall (akotsk) hiatus

My Favourite Game – Bale!Bruce Wayne (batman begins trilogy) hiatus

• my name is Tee • eighteen • she/her •

• currently interested in/writing for — type o negative — batman universe — more to come.

• request literally anything or everything, if you don’t get a reply I probably won’t be doing it.

• what I will write — smut, fluff, angst.

• what I won’t write — literally anything that makes me double take at the request.

• if you don’t like my writing style, don’t read xo

• this blog will be 16+ but 18+ for nsfw work, but obviously I can’t stop anyone from reading unless I block them.

[johnnysgoatee]

Why does every Joel miller fanfic have to be based in that fuck ass show??? Does no one like the game anymore?????

[cheerfullycatholic]

When medicine is holding the migraine back but you can still kinda feel it in the distance waiting to return

[deathwishdecay]

do i want him, or do i want to be him……

[johnnysgoatee]

THE PRN ACCOUNTS ARE BACKK

[johnnysgoatee]

Why is my for you bit of this app full of fanart of that game with the skeleton fella with the blue eye. How many times can I click not interested????

[johnnysgoatee]

CRIMINAL

BECAUSE HE’S ALL I EVER KNEW OF LOVE – act three

[Y/N] was a neighbour of Peter ‘Steele’ Ratajczyk’s, who had seen her as another sister. When she starts her own band, it’s his best friend, Josh Silver, who catches her eye.

Masterlist

Content warnings; pregnancy (it won’t be the main story and I’ll eventually forget about it)

January 1999

Spending new years pregnant was rough. You sat on the sofa drinking a Pepsi, at least Josh wasn’t drinking, but the smell of his cigarettes made you crave one, desperately.

Everyone knew of the pregnancy now. Your parents – once your mother stopped hysterically sobbing – were ecstatic.

Your mother had already bought stuff for the baby. The colour blue was a continuous theme in the bag of stuff she had dropped off.

You were sorting through them in the spare room when Josh walked in.

“How many clothes do babies need?” You ask.

“They shit a lot.” He replies.

You nod, humming. You pick up a tiny little shirt. “And look how tiny it’ll be.”

He takes it into his own hands, looking at the pile behind you. “Does she think it’ll be a boy?”

You laugh. “You think?”

He smiles, sitting next to you. “It’s going to be a girl.”

You shake your head. “It’s a boy, definitely.”

Josh shrugs. “We can bet on it.”

You laugh. “And I’ll win.”

•

Your band had an interview with a small music magazine. Darragh was there early, talking to the interviewer.

She introduced herself to you, shaking your hand. “Big fan of your music.”

You smiled and thanked her.

“You’re here early..?” You tease, raising a brow as Darragh is staring at the girl.

He rolls his eyes. “Me and Lucy have crossed paths before.”

You smirk. “Sure, you did.”

He goes to reply when Joel waltzes in, and the interview begins. Her friend began recording the interview.

She asked about future plans and projects for the band. Asked about Mackey. Asked about the three of yours lives behind the scenes – which were all very blunt answers, never talking about marriages or babies.

When you were heading to your car to drive home, Darragh stayed a step behind, talking to Lucy.

You were unlocking your car when you could see Darragh kissing her, and she walks off in a hurry.

“What?” He catches you staring.

“Nothing.” You’re quick to reply. “Just wondering how many times those paths of yours have crossed..?”

He rolls his eyes. “Shut up.” He goes to say something again before he walks off again. “I’m going home, love ya!”

[johnnysgoatee]

Me realising idk how to continue ANY of my fics

[molabuddy]

3 hours of sleep = i hate people who laugh

0 ours of sleep = waouw 🌼🌼🌼🌼🐎

[aletheyass]

the first woman who saw cave paintings must've felt craaazyyyyyy. she couldn't even reblog them..

[johnnysgoatee]

Can we get a criminal chapter soon pretty plz😞👉🏻👈🏻

I know, I’m so sorry!!! I’ve been taking extra shifts at work recently (employed era) I’ll try and write something up for Sunday 🤍🤍

[johnnysgoatee]

LEMON GLOW

Act Three — Chapter Six

Ser Duncan the Tall x fem!Targaryen!reader

[Y/N] Targaryen meets a certain hedge knight. The two of them forget their oaths, vows and principles in their roles.

Masterlist

Content Warnings; birth scene(?), unwanted pregnancy, Aerion hits reader (ooc? Idk), death of a child

212AC

You had awoken to your nightgown soaked through. Your unborn child making it difficult to even sleep anymore. You haven’t had any dreams for almost a whole year.

You were terrified. Maesters, handmaidens, a wet nurse surrounded you. You felt the walls caving in on you.

You screamed and screamed. You cried out for someone, anyone, to come help you. The maester told your handmaiden to shush you, something about the babe being stuck.

That shook you out of your head. “No!” You scream. You fought against hands, groaning at the feeling of the blood.

You had knocked yourself into a deep, delirious sleep. Your mother was there, so was Matarys.

When you had awoke, the room was quiet. Except for small cooing and whispers.

You reluctantly opened your eyes, wishing this was all a dream, that you weren’t pregnant, still unmarried.

But when you followed the noise. Aerion was holding the babe near the window. The moon beaming in, casting light on the babe.

“Aerion?”

He grins at you. “You have gave me a son, dear wife.”

You felt weak. Your mouth parched, scratching your throat as you swallowed back bile.

Standing up, off the birthing bed, as if you hadn’t almost bled to death birthing that thing. “Amazing news, cousin.”

Aerion noticed your state, how you weren’t begging him to hold your child, how you were so eager to leave. “I think the boy wants a name.”

You shrug, wrapping yourself into your robe. “You pick. He’s your son.”

“Our son.”

You didn’t feel like fighting. You felt pure bliss that the leech isn’t inside your womb no more. “Of course, husband.”

He walks closer to you. You could hear the thing cooing, probably hungry. Aerion is trying to kiss your cheek, but you move quicker.

“I need to go on a walk.”

Aerion raises a brow. “In your condition?”

You scoff. “I have no condition. You have an heir. Congratulations.”

You don’t wait for a response before you’re literally speeding down the halls. Hoping, praying that Kiera is roaming the same halls, expecting you.

And she is. Daeron at her side. She looks confused that there’s no child in your arms, expecting bad news about the outcome of the babe.

But you shake her off. Explains where he’s at.

“You don’t look happy, cousin.” It’s Daeron’s hoarse whisper that cracks into the air.

You sigh, picking at your nails. “I never wanted the.. babe.”

Kiera nods. “Of course, not. It’s understandable. Everything happened very quickly.”

She leans forward, resting her hand on yours. “I know what you’re feeling, what you’re thinking… it will pass.”

The King insisted you name the babe, before he is announced to the people of the council and Kings Landing.

It was one of the first times you actually held your child. He was already three moons old. Your dreams began to haunt you, once more.

He stared at you. Blinking with his white eyelashes, with your mother’s blue eyes. He had his father’s pure white hair.

The more you sat, examining this child, you realise how beautiful he is, how he looks at you like you’re his whole world.

“Valarys?” You whisper. His hand comes to your face, babbling, spit rolling down his chin.

It wouldn’t be a moon or so later, that you and your son become sick, heavy with fever, and a rough cough.

The maester told you it was common for mother and child to get sick at the same time. Since they spend so much time together. But how could you explain that you’re just getting used to having him.

Aerion tried to help both of you, before it started to get worse for Valarys.

You had mended in no time, being able to eat your meals at the table again. You began to breastfeed your baby, as the maester advised to boost his health.

It wasn’t until after you had came back from dinner, with Aelora trying to make odd conversation with you, Alys being snippy across the table, that you go into your chambers, taking your overheating child into your arms once more.

Valarys had became your comfort over time. You enjoyed watching him grow up, and how he was beginning to look more like you everyday.

He had babbled in happiness to see you, screeching when you took him into your arms. You had began to nurse him, rocking him back and forth, when Aerion struts in.

He slams letters down on the table in front of you. His knuckles white with tension, face red with anger.

“Care to explain?”

You look at the letters, seeing that they were your letters that you had sworn you had sent off to Duncan.

“Aerion, I–”

His open hand stops you, as you gasp in shock that he had slapped you. In front of your child.

You growled. “I don’t know how it’s any of your business who I send letters to! I’m just worried for your brother and his caregiver.”

“Caregiver?” He scoffs. “I should’ve known what happened in Ashford… should’ve known I married a whore!”

You try your best to ignore him, rocking Valarys as he begins to get restless because of the raised voices. You cover your breast again. His head on your shoulder.

“You gave me an heir, but he’s constantly sick! How will our family line continue if their king is a sickly one.”

You close your eyes, hoping this ends soon.

“Perhaps your womb is rotten. Will I just get sickly children from you?”

You swallow. “Perhaps.”

He scoffs again. You flinch back. Aerion notices and steps down onto his knees in front of you.

“I’m sorry, wife. I.. I let my anger get the best of me.”

You ignore him. Your cheek was hot.

He sighs. “Even the maesters are feared for the boy. They say he–”

“I don’t give a fuck what the maester says. They couldn’t save my mother, my brothers. Why should I trust them to save my son?”

You finally look at him. “He just needs time.” You felt tears bitting at your eyes. “Valarys will be a strong child, I know it.”

Aerion nods, his hands comes to rest of the boys head, kissing his cheek, before kissing yours. Valarys is snoring lightly, whimpering in his sleep when Aerion leaves.

It wasn’t until the year was almost over that life just had to knock you over one last time.

You had awoken to the sound of screaming, crying, shouting. You had jumped out of bed and ran to the nursery, pushing past handmaidens that had crowded the halls and doors.

Aelinor is in front of you, her arm wraps around you to stop going further. “No, sweet girl.”

“But Valarys!” You try to fight against her, until the maester is standing.

“He is dead, princess.”

You gasp. “What?”

“He had many ailments, and diseases that we know no cure of.” He looks down to the ground, almost in shame, begging for forgiveness.

You grab onto Aelinor, almost for something to ground you. “My son?”

The maester nods. “I’m sorry, princess.”

You felt your knees go weak, your eyes getting cloudy. “You… who can you save?!” You scream. “My mother, no cure. My brothers, no cure. And now my son!”

You didn’t mean to shout and scream. But knowing that your son is just behind this old man, hurts your chest, your heart beating far faster. You want to see him, hold him, nurse him back to health.

But you don’t. Your knees don’t make it to his cot before you’re on the floor, sobbing, screaming. Aelinor is there. You think Kiera is, too.

You scream until you’re choking on air, scratching at your skin. You scream until you’ve passed out into your aunts lap.

You dream of your father, how you would stand with him, watching the knights practice on the grounds. The night after another rough dream. How you held his hand and didn’t let go.

When you got ready for the funeral, you were still weak, not able to eat, or sleep. Even walking past the nursery makes your heart drop.

Standing and watching the pyre go up in flames. Aerion doesn’t look your way, once. He was the first to leave. You were one of the last.

Silent tears ran down your face. Blood collecting at your fingernails.

“Niece,” it was Maekar. “I have heard what my son has been saying about you and your ability to make children.”

You gulp, expecting him to support his son. Claim you’ve been cursed, to go and pray profusely until you’re with child again.

But he doesn’t. Instead his arm is around your shoulder.

“My son is an idiot.” He speaks. “Valarys’ death has nothing to do with you, or even the babe himself. He was just a sick child, that has no proper medicine to cure him.”

His words do little to comfort you.

You think he can tell.

“Just know, you’re not to blame, niece.”

You try to pretend that you agree with him. But you’re starting to believe that you were cursed.

[kosmogrl]

[johnnysgoatee]

Guys real talk. I’m starting university come September. If anyone went or goes to university currently, what’s the stuff i DEFINITELY need for my accommodation and in general for a university student.

I don’t want to buy stuff and then never use them.

[sobcat]

when things have to change...

[johnnysgoatee]

LEMON GLOW

Act Three — Chapter Five

Ser Duncan the Tall x fem!Targaryen!reader

[Y/N] Targaryen meets a certain hedge knight. The two of them forget their oaths, vows and principles in their roles.

Masterlist

Content Warnings; unwanted pregnancy

211AC

You weren’t told when Rhaegel, Alys and their children arrived. Or the reason for their visit.

But Aerys seemed somewhat pleased to see his brother.

Rhaegel stuck close to his wife. Their children did the same. They seem rather shy, and never spoke to you or any of Maekar’s children.

Their twins, Aelor and Aelora, seemed to enjoy private conversations with Aerys – which were supervised by Alys.

You had caught them when walking down the halls. Alys’ blue gown caught your eye. And once her eyes met yours, Aerys’ chamber door slammed shut.

Your heart sunk. You tried your best not to show it at dinner. Or when Rhaegel tried to discuss your father and brothers without crying.

Within the next few days, you weren’t called into council meetings. Aerys would walk past you without a second look.

That’s when you knew something was happening.

You had caught Aelinor outside with Daenora, the youngest of Rhaegel’s, playing with Daella and Rhae.

Aelinor welcomed you with a warm smile as you sat at her side.

“Tea, niece?” She goes to nod to one of her handmaidens to begin pouring tea, when you stopped her.

“I’m only here to get answers.”

This caught Aelinor’s full attention. “What for?”

You sigh, glancing at the little girl, who looked far too much like her father. “What is Alys’ plans with the twins?”

Aelinor took a sip of her tea. Her eyebrows raised up from over the cup. She hums. Almost smirking.

“Your sweet aunt Alys is trying to get the twins into an heir race with you..” you dreaded the rest of her sentence.

She sighs. “And, sweet girl, I’m afraid, with Maekar here, she’s winning.”

Tightness in your chest reminded you to breathe. You didn’t say anything, and that was enough for Aelinor.

“I thought if I married Aerion then Maekar would support my cause..?”

Aelinor laughs. “You’re forgetting he’s the youngest son, the youngest brother. He’s dying to get on that throne before any one else.”

Moons later, you knew you were in the early stages of pregnancy. The more you looked into a mirror you noticed the small bump.

You also knew you were in the early stages of being usurped from a throne that was promised to you.

You were waiting for the announcement. You blatantly ignored the pregnancy, pushing the thought away that you were carrying Aerion’s child.

At night, when you laid on your back, staring at the ceiling. He was sneak a hand on the small bump, whispering about a dragon, his heir.

You were disgusted at him, and this thing inside you. You would push his hand away and curl into yourself, crying for your mother.

So when the next morning came. Your handmaidens helped with your dress.

“Princess, I can’t tighten it any further.”

You inhale. “Try, please.”

The girl nodded, tightening the corset, until you could feel it right into your ribcage.

You went on a walk with Kiera around the gardens, the halls – that still haunt you with your brothers and your father.

Young handmaidens talked amongst themselves, glancing at you, looking at you with pity.

You thought everyone was past this pity towards you.

It wasn’t until you were sat at dinner. Aerys stood at the head of the table. Alys sat with a sharp look in her eyes.

“I’m happy to announce that my brother, Rhaegel will be heir after me!”

Your grasp around your chalice tightened. The tightness in your chest was back.

When you raised your eyesight, you noticed that Maekar was in the same predicament.

That’s when it hit you. The throne will never be yours.

You were quick to excuse yourself, rushing to your chambers. Ribbing off the dress and the corset. You sat in your nightgown all night – writing pages and pages to Duncan. About how much you miss him, how much you need him to be here with you.

You knew it was rare that the location Aegon had gave you a while back was where they still were, but you prayed at your bed before wrapping into your duvet – ignoring how your husband came back when the sun was rising, smelling of sex and alcohol.

[johnnysgoatee]

My Favourite Game

Chapter Nine

Bale!Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

Yes, you may have been a struggling college graduate, and a ex-burglar. But, you’re Bruce Wayne’s secretary first and Batmans sidekick secondly.

Masterlist

Content warning; sexual tension, another short chapter, shoot me

taglist; @jellyfish-tae @justservingcant

The Joker has came in, demanding to know where Dent is. It takes everything in you to stay still on your feet, as you watch him and his little friends shove guns into peoples faces, trying to make them scared so that they’ll say something – without your suit, it wouldn’t take you long to be shot down.

But no one budged.

It wasn’t until the man had a knife against an old man’s face that Rachel spoke up.

That’s when Joker thought she was entertaining enough for him.

You blink and she’s in the same position as the old man once was, a knife pressed into her cheeks. He spoke silently to her, about a wife, whilst Rachel fought and squirmed against him the knife.

It’s when you finally moved. “That’s enough.”

“Hah!” He turns to you, knife ready. “I don’t take orders from a little secretary…”

He knows who you are.

“Isn’t Bruce gonna come save you now.” He steps closer to you. You don’t break eye contact, even though you can see Rachel standing behind him, shaking her head, mouthing something to you.

You sigh. “I’m not scared of you.”

He laughs in your face. His breath hot. “Of course, you’re not scared.” The knife is traced along your jaw.

“But I think the people around you, would be terrified, to see you bleeding out…” the knife presses harder. “Right at their–”

Before he could finish their sentence, Rachel had stepped behind him, raised her foot between his legs to kick him in the crotch.

“Oh..!” He turns to Rachel again. “You’ve got a little fight in you. I like that.”

A figure jumps down behind him. Batman. Bruce.

As soon as Joker is away from you and Rachel, she’s at your side again. She’s hugging you.

“You didn’t have to do that.” She’s saying in your ear.

“It’s fine.” You shrug it off.

You had to stand and watch as Joker and his remaining friends run off. The guests soon leave, too. As does Rachel and Dent, once they have a safe passage to somewhere safe.

It’s just you, Batman, and Alfred who’s sweeping up glass.

“Alfred, let me help you.” You felt useless.

“No, it’s quite alright, miss.” You ignore him, picking up large shards of glass into your hand. “We don’t need any more injuries–”

All he heard was a large hiss of pain from you as the glass cuts into your skin. He sighs.

“Sorry, Alfred.” You brush off the glass into a bin, before rushing into the bathroom, where Bruce stood, his chest exposed, wearing only the bottom half of the bat suit.

“Oh, my god. Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s alright.” He stops as soon as he can see the blood trickling down your wrist. “What happened? Did he–”

He, meaning Joker.

“No.” You’re quick to shake your head. “It’s just me being stupid.”

He shakes his head, leading you further into the very large bathroom. Bruce takes your hand under the tap, rinsing the blood with water.

His own hand was so warm, his whole body was radiating heat. You couldn’t help but rest your head on his shoulder.

He sighs. “You alright?”

You nod. “I’m sorry.. that I couldn’t help you.”

His thumb rubs at your wrist.

“Everything happened so fast.” You continue. “He had Rachel, and I couldn’t let anything happen to her, she’s your friend. You’d kill me if I didn’t save her.”

He pauses. He pulls you back. “And if anything happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

You snort. “Bruce, you’re the Bruce Wayne, you’re the Batman. I’m just your secretary, your little sidekick.”

He tuts. “You’re more than that…”

You inhale. Bruce’s eyes held such intensity, you couldn’t look away. “What else am I, Bruce?”

He leans closer, and you’re scared of where this is going.

“Oh, apologies!” Alfred. “I was going to see if miss [Y/N] needed stitches, or if you did, Bruce?”

Bruce shakes his head. “Just a few bruises, Alfred. However, [Y/N] might need your help.”

You let Alfred lead you to the kitchen, where he examined the cut. Whilst your heart tried to recover from whatever was going to happen in the bathroom.