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masterlist

simon riley

• relationship headcanons

tate langdon

• dating headcanons (sfw/nsfw)

kit walker

• hope (angst/fluff)

derek hale

• dating headcanons (sfw)

rafe cameron

• take it out on me (angst)

*currently writing, feel free send requests on my inbox :)

*more fanfics here

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[rickyxroth]

my halloween costume went completely wrong and my backup is either a clown or a skull and i don't know which to pick (taking suggestions btw)

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halloween update: went to a party, got drunk and hooked up with a guy dressed as Simon Riley, it felt like being in those spicy imagines you see here on tumblr so yeah you could say it was a very nice night

[rickyxroth]

so we've been officially dating for three months now, who would've thought :)

[rickyxroth]

my love life after cod was never the same cause how did my taste in men change from stilinski and maybank to simon riley and johnny mactavish wtf

[rickyxroth]

do you ever get that feeling that you wanted to share something with your bestie but she doesn't even know you anymore cause it's been a year since y'all stopped talking and you've changed so much to the point she wouldn't recognize you so you cry yourself to sleep cause you feel like you'll never get over it?

cause same lol

[rickyxroth]

relationship headcanons | simon riley

He's not really into touch so you'd have to be patient at first.

But when he realizes it's a big deal for you he does get used to it.

He starts taking initiative, putting his hand on your lower back in public spaces and massaging your feet when you're on the couch reading a book.

Doesn't always feel the need to fill the silence, sometimes having quiet time with you it's enough for him, he just needs to know you're around.

As a light sleeper, he'd be protective of you over any strange noise around the house.

Has nightmares on the first year you live togehter, will wake up sweating in the middle of the night. I don't think he'd ever talk about them, he just pretends to go back to sleep so he that you don't worry about him.

He'll start relying on your touch to actually get good sleep. It's a torture when he's away to work for so long and can't feel you in his arms and can't make sure you're safe.

Will purposefully leave you his favorite shirts, so you can wear it when you miss him while he's away.

He loves coming home to you, specially if you receive him with his favorite meal for dinner.

He thinks you're the most beautiful woman on earth, even chopping tomatoes.

He'll smack your ass, kiss you from behind and tell you how much he missed you and how good you look cooking for him.

Although he can cook impressively well, and he'll do so every damn night if you compliment his skills - and I mean whole (sometimes fancy) meals.

This man likes to be independent and knows almost every life skill there is and it's hot as fuck.

So he'll most definetely bend you over the counter and fuck you right there in the kitchen before you can even finish cooking. That's how desperate he is for you.

[staytrueblue]

Gorgeous SAS man with fluffy hair and intense eyes

this is the first time we can see his eyes without them being blurred

[rickyxroth]

my pretty face is going to hell with all these thoughts I'm having

[rickyxroth]

my halloween costume went completely wrong and my backup is either a clown or a skull and i don't know which to pick (taking suggestions btw)

[rickyxroth]

halloween update: went to a party, got drunk and hooked up with a guy dressed as Simon Riley, it felt like being in those spicy imagines you see here on tumblr so yeah you could say it was a very nice night

[rickyxroth]

my halloween costume went completely wrong and my backup is either a clown or a skull and i don't know which to pick (taking suggestions btw)

[redroses07]

real

[rickyxroth]

is the fandom of nerve still alive? i really wanted to write some tommy fics so please interact, I'm taking requests :)

[rickyxroth]

dating headcanons | tate langdon (sfw/nsfw)

• leaves notes and doodles on the chalkboard for you

• makes you a mixtape with songs that remind him of you

• absolutely loves when you play with his hair

• follows you everywhere, privacy just doesn't exist anymore

• hums you your favorite songs when you can't sleep

• notices every single detail about you, from the way you act when you're sad to the way you like to have your coffee

• takes you out on dates every halloween

• lets you paint his nails but it has to be black polish

• he's a disaster in the kitchen, so he'd ask Moira to bake you cookies and chocolate cake when you're sad or on your period

• if he was alive he'd definitely be the type to threaten to kill himself if you leave him

• praise him "a good boy" and kiss his neck, he'll go crazy

• whimpers so much during sex that you have to kiss him to shut him or cover his mouth

[lostreverb]

tbh i would abduct him too i don't even blame them!

[rickyxroth]

dating headcanons | derek hale

• His love language is definitely acts of service.

• Sidewalk rule always.

• You never get to touch a doorknob around him. 

• Very protective, no one dares to lay a finger on you. You’re literally untouchable.

• Scared to death to hurt you, and wants you to have a normal life as a human.

• You’re probably still a senior in high school when you start dating, so people would stare a lot in the beginning.

• Drives you to school and picks you up everyday.

• Buckles your seatbelt for you and drives you home to take care of you when you’re drunk.

• I can imagine the grumpy x sunshine dynamic.

• He cooks your favorite meals for you.

• He loves laying on top of you for back and head scratches.

• Tough Derek is just an act. He’s the sweetest and sees you with so much respect and tenderness.

• Didn't have a phone until he started dating you. He bought one just to call and text you.

• I feel like most of your dates would be indoor cause he’s not very social.

• If you try to play sassy he’d just laugh cause he thinks it looks cute on you.

• He does admire your confidence though, and thinks you’re kinda badass.

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take it out on me | rafe cameron

Every now and then Rafe would come to your house angry and make a scene, throwing things to a wall or yelling at you. In the beginning it would make you flinch out of fear but you've gotten used to it, he wouldn't hurt you.

So one day he stormed into your room and started throwing things to the floor. First the pillows from your bed, then the vase with a few tulips you've gotten this morning to decorate your desk. The sound of breaking glass echoing - thank god your parents weren't home.

"What's that about?" You put your phone away and sit up on the bed at the sight of him walking in circles around the bedroom. If he could step any heavier, his feet would be carved on the floor.

"Those stupid pogues, always in the way". He seemed to be looking for the words, but the consuming rage made him take a glance at the wall and you knew he was looking for something to punch. "I don't know how you can be friends with those..."

"Hey, I know you're angry". You got up and took his hand in yours before he could consider putting a hole in your wall, "take it out on me."

It didn't take much for him to understand what you meant when you started guiding him towards your bed, and he roughly pushed you to lay down as he crawled to be on top of you. Maybe you could teach him other ways of expressing his anger.

[444lovestreet-deactivated202412]

murder house season has started !!

[rickyxroth]

Could you do an angst oneshot for Kit Walker inside Briarcliff pls? <3

hope | kit walker

warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, torture, blood, cigarettes, violence, sharp objects (let me know if i missed anything).

word count: 1,610

note: thx for the request, i really hope you like it. english is not my first language but i did my best <3

It was a typical day at Briarcliff. The rain poured outside, an old lady hit her head against the piano, and the same song played over and over again.

No shit people never get better here, you thought. It was almost impossible not to go insane when you kept living the same day every day. The words of the song echoed so hard through your head that you wished you could break the vinyl in two.

But seeing Kit Walker enter the common room washed that thought away. In a place like that, it was unusual to have someone you could trust, but he was the only thing keeping you sane and hopeful. And like yourself, he was locked up for a crime he didn’t commit.

You were the first one to talk to him when he first arrived, and the first to hear and believe his story. He wasn’t supposed to be there, you knew a sane person when you saw one.

“Morning, sunshine.” He smiled and sat next to you on the couch, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him, to which you replied with a smile.

Soon after, Lana Winters walks in. She watched you from afar, cigarette in her hand, and the curious look she always carried in her eyes

“Hey, don’t let her get to ya.” Kit caressed your arm soothingly. “There’s gotta be another way out besides that tunnel. And we'll find it, just-”

A few days ago, Lana had snitched you two for trying to escape the hell Briarcliff is, which led you and Kit to Jude's office - and everybody knows what happens there. And you weren’t a violent person, but God knows how much she got on your nerves.

Now, believing in Santa Claus seemed more plausible than believing you’d make it out of the asylum.

“Can I have a word with you?” Lana’s voice interrupted Kit and made you look up at her. After letting out a sarcastic laugh, you gathered the breath to tell her to fuck off.

But when Kit suggested you’d see what she wanted in order to not raise anyone's attention towards her insistence, you reluctantly followed her to the corner where the vinyl was placed. The annoying song muffled your voices enough that the people around couldn’t hear a word that came out of your mouth.

“If you wanna tell me Kit’s a killer and I’m making the wrong choice, I don’t wanna hear it.” You hoped the conversation wouldn’t last long, especially with her blowing the smoke of that cheap cigarette on your face.

“I’m giving you one last chance of escaping Briarcliff.” Lana says, as if it was some kind of reward that only the kids that have been good get.

“Kit deserves that chance as much as we do.” I shake my head in disbelief.

“He’s a murderer who needs to stay and pay for his crimes.” Lana’s voice was almost muffled by the stupid song that repeated for the fifth time this morning as you turned your back on her. “But you and I… we’re innocent. I’m giving you the chance of a free, normal life.”

“You’re unbelievable!” You mumble to yourself, starting to make your way back to the couch. “I knew this was a mistake.”

“You know… It’s only a matter of time before you end up like his wife.” Her words cut through you like a knife, making you freeze halfway. She could insult you all she wanted, but you knew that the last thing that would cross Kit’s mind was hurting you. That was the last straw. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The room went quiet, and all the eyes were on you as you angrily grabbed the vinyl from the record player and broke it in half. Pepper clapped her hands, clearly grateful that the song had stopped.

Fuck this shit.

Your heavy steps being the only audible thing in the room as you chased Lana, the broken record meeting the skin of her face and leaving a cut, making her scream from the sting it caused. She fell to the floor as she tripped on the carpet - a failed attempt to get away from you.

“If you’re that violent, maybe your place is here after all.” She covered her face to stop the blood from dripping. A strong hand grabbed your arm before you could proceed to stab the woman with it, dragging you away from her. The anger slowly disappeared from your eyes as you realized what you’ve done.

Kit Walker, taking the vinyl from your hand before the guards slammed the door open. Kit Walker, taking the blame for something you did. Shit, that wasn’t supposed to happen.

“I did it. It’s my fault!” You yelled and desperately tried to stop them from taking him, but all you got was one of the guards hitting your head and throwing to the floor.

“Hey, stay away from her! She didn’t do anything.” Kit uselessly screamed and fought against the man before being knocked out too.

Your eyes opened slightly, blinking a few times as they tried to get used to the white lighting in the room. The pulsing sensation on your head only got worse as the voices got louder. You were pulled up by the same guard that hit you.

As you took a look around the room your eyes met Kit’s - he was tied to a table like a lab experiment, a metal device connected to his temples and his mouth was covered. The desperation and powerlessness taking over the both of you.

“Finally! You’re just in time for the show.” The disgust you felt made your stomach turn from seeing the joy in Doctor Arden’s face as he exclaimed. “Come on, I’ll let you do the honors.”

He gestured for the guard to bring you closer as the dizziness kept you from being able to carry yourself. Your hand was forcefully placed on a button as Arden encouraged you to turn it on. Shaking your head no as you sobbed, and begging him to release Kit were non-acceptable answers.

“Don’t be shy.” Arden harshly placed his hand over yours, making you turn the button and causing the first wave of electricity to hit Kit. He struggled and squirmed with the pain, fighting against the straps that held him, but it was useless.

The brief relief on his face as the button was turned off and his body relaxed before another wave hit. “What if we turn it a little higher now?” Arden suggested over the muffled screams that echoed through the room.

“Please, that’s enough!” You supplicated as if it was gonna change anything. “He learned his lesson, let him go!”

But the only thing it made Ardon do was signal to the guard to take you away and you were locked up in your cell for the rest of the morning.

You presented yourself to the kitchen to bake bread for the next day like you always did every evening. Except this time, Kit wasn’t there. He’ll come soon, you thought to yourself, watching every other patient walk in.

People around Briarcliff were used to the schedule, and you’ve learned that receiving punishments was not a good reason to skip your chores. And even though you’d spent the whole day crying and blaming yourself, you still had a few tears to drop.

“You weren’t productive enough today,” said Sister Jude. So you had to stay after everyone left to make up for it. Punching the bread dough didn’t help to ease your feelings, though.

Lana Winters went to the hospital wing with a bleeding face, and although you weren’t exactly proud of your actions, you knew she wouldn’t dare to disrespect you or Kit again. She mostly stares, like she does with everyone else but it wasn't enough to bother you.

“I wouldn’t wanna be that bread.” The familiar voice was music to your ears and you saw him entering the kitchen. You quickly wipe your tears before turning to look at him.

“Kit!” He instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist as you ran to hug him. “I was so worried, I-”

Your fingers ran through his temples, noticing they were a little purple, and his tired eyes couldn’t lie. You swallowed hard at the thought of the pain he went through because of you. How long did they keep him there?

“I’m so sorry.” You hide your face in your hands after he nods. “I got mad… If I hadn’t been so stupid-”

“Hey,” He gently grabbed your hands, taking them away from your face and placing a kiss on their back. “I’m alright, see?”

“It’s all my fault.” You look down guilty. It was the truth. His hands were still shaking from the shocks, the damage was visible.

“Sugar, look at me.” He tilted your chin up and caressed your cheek, his brown eyes finally meeting yours. “I’m glad it was me. I wouldn’t handle the thought of you hurting because I did nothing to protect you. I need you sane, so we can get out of this place together. I can handle a little pain for you.”

“If we get out.” It's not every day a patient makes it out - most people spend the rest of their lives here, innocent or not. And the ones who arrived here sane are no longer in sanity. It's what this place does to you.

“No, don’t say that. We’ll get out and have a life together like you told me you wanted, alright? I promise. Just try and stay safe, alright? For me.”

You nodded. For him.