#'damn. i could do so much better.' AND I WILL 🔪

[flowerslut]

i don’t think this is having the effect you wanted because i have never in my life been more curious about a fic than i have for call of the night

i’m laughing so hard. I feel like a parent who is about to talk to their teen about weed or alcohol like "I know I can't stop you from going out and looking for it. but I want you to do it responsibly."

alright. listen. it’s not a bad fic by any means—if I say "it's bad" my wife is gonna materialize and rip me a new asshole—it’s very fun and it’s long as fuck and I got real intricate with the politics and worldbuilding. its an AU that I built from the ground up with some kung fu panda influence if you really squint that has turned into a multi-story series which I’ve had an absolute blast working on. but here’s the thing: I started writing it when I was 16/17. in fact, I wrote the first 50k words of it during the first half of my senior year of high school (hand-written bc this was 2009) so when I found my old fanfic binder in 2017, and when I started rewriting it later that year, I finished it, but I didn’t rewrite that much of it. which is the problem. because the amount of crappy characterization, unnecessary info-dumping (so much telling, not showing), and weird narrative choices is so overwhelming in the first few chapters that it's been unbearable for me to look back on. I recently tried to reread it and was horror-stricken when I realized that I couldn’t do it bro 💀

again: it is not bad. it’s a very cool premise and a super fun and adventurous au. it's a very slow burn. it just has an insanely rough (poorly written imo) start. and since its my most popular twilight fic, and that's what people usually read first, i'm now in hell knowing how many people nope-out after the first few chapters (myself, included recently) thinking "damn. that was rough. next." the writing quality of the middle and end compared to the beginning is leagues better, but its just that first chunk that has me in hell.

but yada yada yeah I can't stop you so, tldr; in call of the night, humans and vampires coexist. the cullens are pseudo-politicians/public figures who help keep the peace. alice has lived her entire life in relative isolation because of her first, terrifying vision: that a man named jasper is going to murder her. so, boy is she in for a treat when she realizes her new coworker who skulks around the library is that Very Dude. and thats where the shit-show really begins. I have a tag ("cotn") with hundreds of posts surrounding the series, but I don't recommend looking at it unless you want to be spoiled for it and its sequel. but if you're going to do it, i'd rather you do it in the house (here you go 😔)

[touyasdoll]

Scream 2

this is a follow up to a fic I wrote last year for kinktober, but it’s not necessary to read that one before this one. it can stand alone <3

pairing: ghostface!Dabi x f!reader x ghostface!Hawks

warnings: DARK CONTENT, please be advised. CNC, dubcon, fear play, knife play, home invasion, threesome, double penetration in one hole, eiffel tower for lack of a better term, oral (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), backshots, also Touya is 6'4 idc what the canon says, au where Hawks actually double crosses the HPSC bc a girl can dream, rough sex, not exactly hair pulling but hair grabbing, face sitting, thigh riding, size kink, dirty talk, biting, marking, overstimulation, mild degradation, praise, impact play (barely), nipple play, breeding, let me know if I missed any please <3

word count: 5.3k

notes: Happy Halloween! 👻🔪🖤

“You’re absolutely sure about this?” Keigo asks as he narrows his golden irises at the white haired man before him on the rooftop. 

The sky is dark, especially in this part of the city. The few lights from the rundown buildings and buzzing street lamps provide the only meaningful illumination, as the moon is hidden behind a thick blanket of dark, heavy clouds that promise a storm is coming. 

“I’m sure. Don’t sweat it, feathers. Just stick to the plan and everything’ll be fine. Scout’s honor,” Touya replies, flashing a sardonic smile. 

“Your honor isn’t exactly worth much,” the hero scoffs. “But I guess I’ll have to take you at your word.”

Keigo’s dressed in his civilian clothes; an all black ensemble consisting of jeans, boots, and a well-fitting hoodie. He’d clearly heeded Touya’s instruction to dress for stealth, while the villain is still dressed in his stitched ensemble. 

“That’s a good little bird,” Touya says as he heads for the stairs. “Good luck. You might need it, hero.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, heaving an anxious sigh before he takes off into the cool night air.

You’re just getting ready to turn in for the night. It had been a successful Halloween. You and Touya were able to watch a few spooky movies and take turns passing out candy before he had to leave for whatever PLF business he’s up to tonight. 

He actually seemed to enjoy himself whenever it was his turn to answer the door. Maybe it was because he got a kick out of seeing the kids’ reactions to his Ghostface mask, but you have a feeling it was more about seeing your reaction to the mask. 

He hasn’t pulled it out since last Halloween, much to your disappointment. He just looks so good in it. You could even do without the theatrics. Just being able to ride him or get railed while he has that damn mask on would be enough.

You were hoping that he’d give you an encore tonight. He did use the code the two of you had established. You vividly remember him slowly lifting off the mask after closing the door on another round of trick-or-treaters and sauntering over to the couch with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Hey, doll. What’s your favorite scary movie?” He’d asked, the question so full of promise, just as it had been last year. 

But it was well past midnight now. He’d said that he might be back late tonight, which is usually how it goes when he’s working. Maybe you two could have your fun on another night, you suppose as you retreat to your bedroom. 

You change into one of Touya’s t-shirts before you slip beneath the covers and just before you rest your head, your phone rings. Seeing that it’s your boyfriend, you pick it right up. 

“Hey, baby,” you greet him, sitting up against the headboard. 

Unfortunately, you don’t hear a word that he says. What you do hear is much more terrifying. A loud, sudden thud reverberates throughout the house and you swear it must be coming from your kitchen, but you were just in there hardly a minute ago. Surely, you’d notice someone creeping around your house, right?

Then again, you hadn’t noticed last year. Maybe he was keeping up the tradition after all. Trying to pull the wool over your eyes again to give you a scare. Well, not this year. You know better. 

“Sorry, baby. You were breaking up,” you say calmly as you slip out of bed and creep into the hall. “What did you say?”

You’d play along with his little game, but you know that you have no reason to be truly afraid. He’s probably hiding behind a corner somewhere, watching you as you pad about the house in nothing but his t-shirt and your underwear. The thought actually turns you on quite a bit. 

“I said I’m about to head home. Sorry things took so long, but I should be back soon. M’not far,” Touya says as he jingles his keys in his hand. 

“Okay. I was just about to turn in to bed, but I’ll wait up for you,” you say as you head into the kitchen to turn the light on. 

There’s a large duffel bag in the center of the floor and you can’t help but wonder what might be inside. Seems like he’s really trying to up the ante this time. Your insides start twisting with a heady mixture of both excitement and desire, but then you see a figure who seems too short to be your boyfriend step into the other entrance to the kitchen and your heart stops. 

“You don’t gotta wait up if you’re tired, doll,” Touya says on the other end of the phone, confirming that it’s definitely not him staring you down in that familiar Ghostface costume. 

“Babe,” you whisper, your voice trembling in fear as you take a step back and the masked intruder takes one with you. “S-someone’s in the house.”

“What?” Touya asks and you can hear the fear in his voice as well, which sends your blood pressure through the roof. “Doll, just stay hidden. I will be there as soon as I can. I’m on my way, okay? Where are you?”

“O-okay,” you respond meekly, your voice cracking as you continue to walk backwards. 

The intruder keeps at your pace, tilting his head to one side as he studies you. Your eyes are drawn to something glinting in the light as he reveals a blade from behind his robe. 

“Doll, where are you? Do they know you’re there?” Touya asks frantically as he fires up the car and takes off. 

You only faintly hear his voice and the tires skidding in the background of the call as you freeze up. Everything slows down for just a moment and then the adrenaline kicks in. 

You bolt for the front door, only to find that it’s locked from the outside somehow. You try again in vain to jiggle the handle, praying that maybe it’s just stuck, but it’s definitely fucking locked and that causes you to panic all over again. 

“Doll? Doll, answer me,” Touya yells loud enough for you to hear it even though you’ve since dropped your phone to your side. 

You don’t hear the stranger coming up behind you, but when you look over your shoulder, he’s right there. Close enough to kill you if he wanted. 

You scream in fright and drop the phone in your haste to bolt for the back door, but he jumps in your way. He’s on the smaller side, but he seems especially nimble. You aren’t sure you stand much of a chance getting away from him, but you have to try. 

You just have to last until Touya gets home. That’s what you keep telling yourself. A mantra that you repeat over and over in your mind as you scramble down the hall and into the first open door. 

The slam of the door knocks some sense back into you. You keep your hands pressed against it and take a look around the guest bedroom, eyeing the dresser nearby. It’s mostly empty and it’s not very big, but it’s better than nothing. 

A loud bang that sounds like a heavy fist thudding against the wood startles you and you let out a scream before you lurch towards the dresser to start sliding it across the floor. 

“Doll? Doll, where are you?” You hear Touya’s voice call out from down the hall. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. Do you come out? Touya’s more than capable, but you don’t know what this intruder is capable of. What’s his quirk? What if it’s deadly?

Your heart thumps wildly in your chest as you listen for sounds of a struggle, but your fear of something happening to your boyfriend wins out over your fear of something happening to you. 

“Babe?” You call as you burst out of the door, frantically scanning the dimly lit house as you creep down the hall once more. 

The kitchen lights have been turned off and it’s quiet. It’s silent. Eerily so. Just when you feel like you might have made a mistake, the stranger turns the corner from the kitchen and holds a voice changer up to his mouth. 

“Yes, doll?” He says, tilting his head in a mocking fashion as he slowly stalks closer to you. 

Your eyes go wide as you realize that you’d definitely fucked up and you attempt to retreat back to the relative safety of the guest room, but you hear footsteps right behind you. He’s moving too fast. He covers twice the distance that you’re able to and throws himself across the doorway before lifting the device to his concealed mouth again. 

“Fooled ya,” he says in the familiar, raspy distorted voice of Ghostface. 

Tears well in your eyes as you turn tail and run straight for the backdoor. You aren’t thinking, just moving. Hurtling towards freedom, which you are hoping against hope you are able to find, but all hope is lost when you suddenly collide with another figure in the kitchen. 

You slam into their firm chest and tilt your head back to look up at the imposing new intruder, who is also dressed as the masked fictional killer.

“Fuck,” you mutter, gaping up at the taller of the two in horror as you turn on your heel, only to find the other one right behind you. 

Both of them begin closing in, sauntering towards you silently. All that you can hear is the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears as you back yourself up to the island. The shorter stranger looks between you and his companion in crime, who nods in response as your heart sinks into your stomach. 

“Please. Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, shrinking against the cool marble countertop. 

The shorter of the two lifts the voice changer to his lips and uses his other hand to brandish the knife once more, using the blade to lift the hem of your shirt and press the flat of the cold steel blade to your stomach.

“We’re not gonna hurt you, gorgeous. We just wanna play,” he says as he leans in closer. 

“I thought you liked playin’ like this, doll?” The taller one asks as he tilts his head to one side. 

You whip your head towards him, because you could swear that’s your boyfriend’s voice, but you’ve already been tricked once tonight. He flashes his palms, revealing no voice changer in his hand. No knife either. He snaps his fingers together and a brilliant blue flame burns away the glove concealing his hand to reveal familiar scars and staples. 

“T-Touya?” You ask shakily, blinking in surprise. “Then who the fuck is..?”

Your heart rate finally starts to slow as you trail off and shake your head, looking at the other Ghostface in confusion. You reach out to rip the mask off and are stunned to find Keigo’s wilder than usual blonde hair and disarming golden gaze beneath the disguise. 

“Happy Halloween, doll,” Touya purrs as you stare at Keigo’s handsome smirk. 

“I-I don’t understand,” you say quietly, not wanting to assume that what you sincerely hope might happen is actually about to happen. 

“Sure ya do,” Touya continues, his large hands finding your hips to draw you closer and bring your back flush against his chest, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as Keigo sets the knife down on the counter without taking his hungry eyes off of you. “You remember us having this conversation, don’t you?”

Your brow furrows and you look away from the hero as you try to remember just what in the fuck Touya is on about when you recall him prompting you with an unusual question a few months ago.

You were sitting on the couch, curled up watching a movie. Sleep was beginning to tug at you, trying to beckon you to bed, but you were stubborn and insisted on staying up to see the end of the film, even though Touya was making it that much more difficult by rubbing his unnaturally warm hands along your back. 

“Say, if we were ever to have a threesome with one of our friends, who would you want it to be with?” He’d asked you seemingly out of the blue, but unknown to you, he’d been ruminating on how to top his Halloween escapade for some time already. 

“Hmm?” You ask as you tilt your head back to look at him and shrug. “I don’t know. You don’t exactly have a whole lot of friends. No offense.”

“None taken. I’d consider that a compliment,” he says, shrugging. “But seriously. Well, hypothetically, I guess. If ya had to pick one, who would it be? There’s plenty of hot people in the PLF.”

You hum curiously, taking a moment to think it over as you tuck your face back into his chest and nuzzle into him. 

“Keigo. He’s hot and I’d trust him,” you reply bluntly, a yawn escaping you a moment later. 

“Good choice. You’re right on both counts,” he murmurs, a plan already coming together in his mind. “That could be fun.”

“I didn’t think.. I mean–I–,” you balk, looking between them in disbelief. 

“I wasn’t bein’ hypothetical, gorgeous,” Touya says as he spins you around to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently tilting your head back so that his blue eyes can bore into you while Keigo switches on the kitchen light. “So whaddya say?”

“We’re gonna need a clear answer before the real fun can begin,” Keigo says sensually as he steps close enough that you can feel his body heat behind you. 

“Yes,” you eek out, nodding your head as you try to wrap your brain around this unexpected turn of events. 

The bastard had gotten one over on you again after all, but it’s not like you can even stay mad about it, considering what’s in store for you.

“I hope you’re hydrated, doll,” Touya chuckles, fisting a hand into your hair to carefully tug your hair back and kiss you like his life depends on it. 

He sighs through his nose, groaning against your lips as his hand drops to your ass. He gives it a firm squeeze as he shifts his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he is already. 

Keigo steps closer to press his toned chest against your back and tilts his head to start kissing along your neck as he grabs your waist and grinds against you from behind, revealing that he’s also sporting a raging hard on. 

You moan, working your tongue and your mouth against Touya as your hands explore his chest, searching for an opening in the black robe he’s wearing. 

“You wanna just cut to the chase already, doll?” The villain smirks, lighting his palm for just a second to reduce your scant clothing to ash. “I think we’ve been through enough foreplay and I’ve been waiting too damn long for this.”

He does the same to his clothing, pressing a hand to his chest and the other to Keigo’s. You feel another brief flash of tolerable heat before you’re hyper aware of the feeling of both of their bare bodies writhing against your own. 

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, tilting your head to one side as Keigo begins nipping at your sensitive pulse point, laving his tongue over it to soothe the subtle ache. 

You reach a hand back to work it into his hair and tug gently as you arch your back, grinding your ass against his stiff cock, which coaxes a gorgeous moan from him. You slip a hand between you and Touya as he captures your mouth again. Your fingers wrap around his length to guide the bead of precum along his shaft, drawing out a beautiful noise from him as well. 

Both of them suddenly pull away and you’re afraid that you’ve done something wrong until Keigo steps in front of you to grab your hips and effortlessly lift you up onto the kitchen island. 

“I’ve been thinkin’ about this for a long, long time,” he says, smirking as he leans in to kiss you and parts your legs. 

Touya stands back, stroking himself as he watches Keigo crouch down between your thighs. The blonde keeps his eyes on yours as he trails kisses and love bites along your inner thighs, slowly and steadily working his way up to your glistening pussy. 

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as he sets his sights between your legs as dives in, his tongue parting your folds before it spears inde of you. 

He certainly knows what he’s doing and it immediately drives you crazy. You keep yourself supported and sitting upright with one hand, so that you can watch him feast on your pussy while you keep a hand in his hair. He alternates between bathing you with his tongue and sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure, drawing moans and whimpers from you with ease. 

You look up to seek validation from Touya, almost feeling guilty for enjoying yourself so much, but he seems to be just as into it as you are. He nods, grinning wickedly as he comes closer. 

“You enjoyin’ yourself, doll?” He asks as he stops stroking himself to instead reach beneath Hawks’ chin and slip two fingers inside of you. 

“Y-yes!” You gasp, your eyes crossing as your head tips back. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“I know, gorgeous,” he purrs and you can hear the smug smirk on his face. “Go ahead and cum all over my friend’s face. He’s dying to taste it.”

His words send you over the edge and you cry out, sending your release gushing into Keigo’s mouth as your hips gyrate on top of the counter. The hero wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you still as he continues ravaging you with his tongue. He noisily cleans up your arousal, sending you into overdrive as you whine and beg for him to show you mercy when it just gets to be too much. 

He eventually lets you catch your breath, but when he stands up to wipe his chin, the look on Touya’s face tells you that you in for much worse if you thought that was too much. 

“S’my turn to taste that sweet pussy, gorgeous. C’mere,” he says, nodding towards the hall as he scoops you up off the counter. At least he doesnt expect you to walk after that. 

He carries you into the bedroom and switches the light on before he lays you down on the bed and lumbers over you. 

“First things first, clean up the mess you made,” Touya practically coos as he offers his slick fingers to you. 

You hold his gaze as you slowly take the digits into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and moaning quietly when you taste yourself on his skin. 

“Good girl,” Hawks praises you as he crawls onto the bed and Touya repositions, laying flat on his back. 

“You know my favorite number, doll,” he says as he delivers a swift smack to your behind, just enough to make you jump a little. “Assume the position.”

You look between him and Keigo curiously and do as you're told, straddling Touya’s face to wrap your hand around his cock and begin stroking, but before you can take a seat, he tuts his tongue. 

“I want your mouth on him, baby,” Touya says before he hooks his arms around you and forces you to sit. 

His mouth starts working wonders between your legs and you think you might just cum in record time after what Hawks had done to you, but then you remember that your mouth is needed elsewhere than just filling up the sticky air with filthy noises. 

You shift forward as Keigo comes closer, his swollen cock bobbing in front of your face. You lift your eyes to his and take great pleasure in watching the watch his head dips back and his Adam’s apple bobs when you take him into your mouth. 

“Fuck,” he groans, struggling to keep still as he lets you slowly bob along his length until you’re comfortably taking him in and out of his mouth while working your hand along his shaft. 

You keep your other hand wrapped around Touya’s cock, focusing on trying to please both of them while feeling like your brain is going to break thanks to what Touya’s doing beneath you. The moans that you drive from him send vibrations straight into your pussy that only drive you closer to the edge. 

You hold on for as long as you can, but it soon becomes to much again and you pull your mouth and hands away from both of them to sit up and support yourself with your hands on Touya’s thighs, gripping them tight. 

“C-can’t,” you practically sob, squeezing your eyes tight as you hang your head. “Holy shit.”

“Yes, you can,” Keigo coos as he reaches out to cup your breasts, massaging them with care before he starts tweaking your nipples, which sends you cascading into oblivion for the second time tonight. 

You nearly collapse, slumping forward as you’re overcome with pleasure, but Keigo catches you, loosely holding you in his arms as he rubs his hand along your back, which only heightens the sensations you’re feeling. 

You whimper in his ear and he presses a kiss to the side of your head as he and Touya gently ease you off of the latter, so that Touya can sit up. 

“You’re doin’ so well, beautiful,” Hawks croons, peppering kisses along your jaw until he finds your lips. 

“Mm,” is the only response you can muster at the moment as you slowly come down from your high. 

“So well,” Touya praises, moving behind you to rest his hands on your hips as he kisses along your shoulder. “Such a good girl. Can you keep bein’ a good girl for us, gorgeous? If we give you what you really want? Hmm?”

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, nodding your head as your eyes fall closed. “I’ll keep bein’ good. I’ll be so good.”

“That’s our girl,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck before he places a chaste kiss to it. 

Keigo moves aside and then Touya presses a hand to your back, keeping the other firmly planted on your hip as he forces you onto all fours. He groans as he grinds himself against you, his cock gliding through your folds, nearly penetrating where you need him the most. 

“Please,” you whine softly, shaking your ass as you drop your hips back against him. 

“Since you asked so nice,” he purrs, smirking as he slips inside of you, letting you feel him enter you inch by glorious inch, his piercings sliding against your walls and making your eyes roll back. 

Keigo starts stroking himself as he watches Touya set a steady rhythm, fucking you just hard enough to make you gasp now and then as you fist your hands into the sheets and meet him thrust for thrust. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, mixing with the euphoric noises pouting from each and every one of you.

“Just gotta stretch you out a bit, gorgeous,” Touya pants, draping himself over you as he slows his pace. He reaches a hand around ti gently guide your face towards Keigo, who’s abs are drawn taut as he continues stroking himself, his eyes now fixed on your face. “You think you can take both of us? He’s not exactly small either, but I believe in you, doll.”

Your eyes widen, but you find yourself nodding. You aren’t sure if you can do it, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. 

“I want to,” you breathe out, nodding as you reach out towards Keigo to take over stroking his cock, tugging very gently to guide him closer as you smirk up at him. “We should get you nice and lubed up though, yeah?”

His eyebrows raise and he looks extremely pleased as he nods and cradles your head in the back of your hand as Touya straightens up. 

“So fucking good,” Touya marvels through grit teeth as he picks up the pace again. 

He lets you adjust to having Keigo in your mouth, but he starts pushing your further, driving into your hard enough to make you deep throat the hero, which makes both of them groan sinfully as they watch you swallow their cocks at either end. 

“Fuck,” Keigo sighs as he suddenly backs away. “Anymore of that and I’m gonna be done way too soon.”

“Let’s see if you’re ready then, doll,” Touya says, smirking as he pulls out and kneads the fat of your ass before giving it a light smack. “Lay down, Kei. You should her pussy for yourself first.”

Hawks lays on his back and Touya cups your cheek to guide your face towards his one, giving you a passionate kiss before he lets you go and nods towards the blonde. 

“Give him the ride of his life,” he says as he wraps his hand around his own cock. 

You climb on top of Keigo, leaning in to give him a kiss and slip your tongue into his mouth, teasingly tracing it around the entrance of his mouth as you wrap your hand around his length. You suddenly sink down and he lets out a choked groan as he seizes your hips. 

You rest your hands on his chest, smirking with satisfaction as you start riding him, moving your hips slowly at first as your walls clench around him, hugging his cock tight. 

“You feel so good, Kei,” you say breathily. 

His eyes widen and for a moment, he feels like he might just cum and pass out right there. He lets you set the pace, watching you intently as you bounce up and down on his length. His hands glide over your body, exploring every inch of you that he can reach before they settle on your breasts. He massages them as gently as he had earlier before tweaking your nipples. 

He seems to get a better idea as he sits up and wraps his arms around you, grabbing your ass to start guiding your hips more forcefully while he takes your nipple into his mouth to suck. He expertly moves his tongue across the sensitive bud, flicking and swirling it around as he applies more pressure to your hips and encourages you to quicken your pace. 

“Just like that, doll,” Touya pants, struggling to stave of his own end as he senses yours coming. 

“Keigo,” you whimper, grasping onto his shoulders as you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back, your hips bucking as you come undone again. 

“Oh fuck,” he groans loudly, panting for breath as he continues fucking you through your end while fighting off his own. 

Touya pulls his hand away from his cock to take a few deep breaths, watching you contort with pleasure until you’re through the worst of it. He moves behind you and kisses along your shoulder again, sending delicious shivers down your spine. 

“You sure you wanna do this, doll?” He asks quietly, his tone sincere. 

“Yes. Yes, please,” you whisper, nodding weakly nodding your head. 

“You don’t have to do any of the work this time, baby,” Keigo says as he runs his hands along yours arms and lays flat on his back. “Just let us make you feel good.”

You nod again and Touya rests a hand on your back to gently guide your forward so that you’re laying on top of Keigo before he situates himself behind you. 

“I’ll go slow,” he assures you as he first works one finger inside of you. Then another. 

You and Keigo both moan quietly, your shallow breaths mingling with one another’s as he drags his fingertips along your back. Touya starts slowly thrusting his fingers and Keigo slowly shifts his hips, working you open further as you rest your head on the blonde’s chest and submit to it. Once he’s confident that you’re able to take both of them, Touya slowly guides the head of his cock inside of you. 

“Shit,” he groans, continuing to gently bully himself inside. “It’s so fucking tight. So fucking good. You feel that, Kei?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” Hawks sighs, holding perfectly still as his face twists with pleasure. “It’s so fucking good.”

You press your nails into Keigo’s biceps as you feel the two of them stretching you open and filling you up in a way that you never thought possible. They’re right. It is so. Fucking. Good. 

“Fuck me,” you beg quietly once Touya’s seated inside of you. “Please fuck me. Wanna feel both of you.”

“You’re gonna, baby,” Touya croons as he slowly draws his hips back and pushes inside of you again. 

The sensation is glorious. It’s mind numbing. It’s like the best drug you’ve ever felt and you know that you need more of it. 

He holds onto your hips and Keigo seizes your waist as they both begin to move in tandem, slowly at first, but working their way to a pace that has you at a loss for words. You couldn’t find any if you tried. None of you can apparently. 

The only noises to be heard are your bodies all grinding against each other. The lewd squelching of fluids between your forms as you trade sinful noises and panting breaths back and forth. Eventually, you do find one phrase, but just one. 

“Cum inside me, please. Please,” you whine, your voice pitching higher as you feel another orgasm building, this one threatening to tear you apart in the best way. “Cum i-inside.”

“We’re gonna breed you so fuckin’ good, doll,” Touya promises without missing a beat. “I promise.”

They seem to have mastered their movements. Together, the two of them drive you steadily towards your end whilst chasing their own. You snap first, of course, howling with pleasure as your writhe on top of them, your walls contracting impossibly tight around both of their cocks. 

Keigo cradles your head and kisses the top of it, whispering praises and Touya hunches forward to do the same, speaking them right into your ear as both of them keep driving themselves inside of you with unparalleled need. 

Keigo finishes next, his eyes snapping shut as he lets out a long, loud moan, his rhythm stuttering just as Touya finds his end. His head snaps up as he leans back and grips your hips with bruising force, delivering a few more good thrusts while letting out a primal groan before his thrusts become sloppy and begin to taper off as he lays himself across your back again. 

The three of you are left a sweaty, blissful mess on the bed. You’re so wonderfully full. So much so that you’re leaking all over both of them, but neither of them seem to care and neither do you. It’s as if the world has stopped for a minute and you’re all floating outside of time and space, suspended in this moment.

“So good for us,” Touya finally murmurs after who knows how long. He gently grabs your chin to guide your face towards his once more, a lazy smile on his lips as he captures yours in a decidedly sweet kiss. “Happy Halloween, doll.”

thank you for reading! I hope you have/had a safe & happy halloween!

[nickssidewitch]

👾🕹️ List of Games the Triplets Should Play if They Stream Again 🕹️👾

Can y’all share this everywhere if you like my list because I’m sick of Fortnite-only streams and I damn well do not want to constantly see Roblox…

Obviously no hate to Fortnite because yass kings grind 😤💪🏾‼️. But like… let’s switch it up a lil’ bit, boys. Get sexy idk.

Horror🔪

💉 Outlast: Horror. Thee scariest game on this list!!! Great story, but even if you’re not interested in the story, the gameplay is interesting and nostalgic. May be a bit jumpscare-y at times. Not too much gore, but enough to make the spine tingle.

🧸 Five Nights at Freddy’s: Horror. Honestly, I highly doubt they’d actually play this because it’s probably the second scariest game on this list and they don’t seem like they could handle it. But, a one-off stream of this game would be nice idk. If they do, I’d suggest the first and second ones because they are good, Otherwise, the third one is ass, and the fourth one is way too scary. The other installments are forgettable (no shade 🥱).

🌙 Little Nightmares: (Mild) Horror. One of my personal favorite games. Right amount of scares, but definitely nothing like Outlast or FNAF. The main character is literally the cutest little thing!

🌺 Poppy Playtime: Horror. Similar to FNAF in the sense that you’re in a world where childhood characters come to life wnd become murderous villains, but the story is incredibly unique and eye-catching. There are a few Gaming YouTuber surprises in there as well.

🩸 Fears to Fathom series: Horror. This series is an indie gaming community favorite! Real-life people sent in submissions of their actual true experiences, and the developer made each story into actual games! I love the simple retro feel of the design, and the stories are very intriguing especially since they are all true stories.

🧟‍♂️ The Walking Dead: Horror, Story, Action, Adventure, Apocalyptic. The hype for this game never dies (imo)! Matt would absolutely fall in love with this story and its characters!! I feel like it would definitely cement his love for TWD as a whole. And if he ever played the Michonne DLC?? omg. Someone get this man to play TWD! Chris and Nick would love it too I feel.

Story 📖

📸 Life Is Strange: Story. A story-based decision game series. You play as young adults who have special powers that develop through difficult life experiences. Each game delves into different aspects of sexuality, love, mental health, and other real-life experiences. I’d like if they played only the first one, but the other games are also pretty cool if they like the first story.

🌄 Until Dawn: Horror, Story. A story-based decision game set u like a classic “cabin in the woods” thriller… with a twist. There’s a new remake as well, so that adds a bonus point to the overall enjoyment and the hype of the experience.

🤖 Detroit Become Human: Story, Sci-Fi. I know the hype for this game is gone, but I need it! The world is set in the future where robots and androids roam the Earth amongst humans. It’s such a great story with great graphics. And every single one of the choices matter. I feel like they’d genuinely enjoy it if they immersed in it.

😷 The Last of Us: Horror, Sci-fi, Story. It’s the game that inspired the TV show. I personally think the game is better than the show, but I digress. Great story, the best characters with such various traits.

🐈 Stray: Adventure, Sci-fi, Puzzle. (This is more for Matt than anyone else lowkey highkey). You play as a stray cat, but it’s more than just a cat simulator— it’s a journey set in the future. Everyone, but especially Matt, would love this. Very great graphics. Pretty calm, but can definitely get the heart racing at times. Will pull at the heartstrings.

Miscellaneous 👾

🍄 Mario Kart / Mario Party: Multiplayer, Party. This is a given 🤷🏾‍♀️

☠️ Dead By Daylight: Multiplayer, Horror. When Nick’s computer is finally fixed, they can all play together and probably even get some friends (or play online).

💎 The Sims: Simulation. Honestly, this can be like a game they play ironically. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I just wanna see them argue about how to customize their characters.

🌚 Among Us: Multiplayer. They’ve played it before both online and with fans, but I’d love if they played some rounds that were more organized with real-life friends and maybe even their mods/subscribers on Twitch!

🔫 Call of Duty (any of them): Shooter, Action. Literally just wanna see how good they are since they were flexing in that one stream they did a while back. 😒 Like where’s the proof?

🤺 Mortal Kombat: Fighting, Action. Any of the recent additions. I don’t need Story Mode if they don’t care to know the lore! I just wanna see them beat tf outta each other 🤫 ! Nick playing as Mileena would be a gag! 🤷🏾‍♀️

🦸🏻‍♂️ Injustice 2: Fighting, DC Universe. It’s similar to Mortal Kombat, but just set in the DC universe with characters like Batman, Harley Quinn, etc. I think made by the same developers as MK? Wanna see them beat each other up.

🎰 Liar’s Bar: Multiplayer, Gambling (not actually, but—). You play as up to four characters. You get cards in your hands. It’s up to you whether you play truthfully, or lie and place whatever cards you want all without getting caught. And if you get caught, now you gotta survive a round of russian roulette. It’s actually so fun for a few rounds if you have a good party.

Please share this across platforms! I’d love that! I really wanna see them at least try some things from this list. It’d make my little gamer heart so happy 😭 And I’m sure the other fans who like videogames as well would agree.

And I’m sure the boys would definitely appreciate the ideas since they seem open to them. 🥰🤍

[ghostgirl101]

Can we get some headcanons of Jeff t.K. in a relationship? ^^

Dating Jeff The Killer Would Be Like This:

A/N: Well, this is a long overdue request, hope the wait was worth it 🙃 I’m going to be waiting for you all at least twice a week from now on, and there are a few spaces left for requests if you want to get yours in for Jeff and others now if you're interested 🔪 This is the original creepypasta Jeff, but I could try writing for David Near's version too if anyone's wondering... enjoy.

🔪• Well damn, there's a lot to include for this crazy son of a biatch, so get ready-

🔪• It's an uncomfortable night, the skies outside pitch black, stars clouded over and your curtains ruffling as you glare tiredly at the ceiling, wishing for sleep to overtake you. But there's just something that's keeping you half-aware, something that makes you toss and turn for a while, eyeing the window with a furrow of your brows. It's almost like someone's watching your every move. You just can't see them.

🔪• Until that whispering, hoarse voice pierces through the still silence from behind your curtains, making your eyes widen in horror at the sadistic chuckling that only gets nearer as you will your body to move from its frozen position.

🔪• The tip of his blade skims across the skin off your face before you can make out his own, pale and deathly and twisted with a nasty, deeply cut grin etched up his cheeks. His cold blue eyes linger over your features, and it’s a frustrating and vulnerable feeling knowing that can read you a lot better than you can him. It’s a tense few moments when all you feel is the end of the sharp dagger trace just light enough down a cheek and your lips, resting there for a second, as if he’s thinking.

🔪• Jeff doesn’t keep you alive just because you’re you - he doesn’t know who you are, or why you look, in his eyes, almost as beautiful as he does. But it makes him curious and confused, something he’s not used to and doesn’t particularly like at first. So with a scoff, the knife is suddenly snatched away, replaced with his face right down next to yours, with a “go to sleep~” and sudden darkness.

🔪• It’s a wonder to you when you wake up the next morning unharmed. It’s unheard of for the infamous killer to let his victims go, but after that night, it’s clear to you that what you experienced wasn’t some sort of weird nightmare. You feel eyes on you almost every minute of the day, footsteps that aren’t your own following you when you’re by yourself, shadows in the hall that turned out to be nothing…

🔪• The only times Jeff will make his appearances where you can actually see and talk to him is at night. At first, it's kind of to see how you'll react - scared and screaming panicking like the others, or oddly curious and mildly apprehensive - if you show the latter, he'll definitely be caught if guard, because he's used to the screaming and crying. But even if you do panic and start some weird chase scene around your house, Jeff seems to find it amusing, until he's had enough and corners you, hissing in your ear, "would you calm the hell down doll, you don't wanna wake the whole damn street, now do you?"

🔪• And you're like yes?!?? Because a scarred maniac is in my room and getting blood stains over my non-washable flooring??! Or maybe that's just me

🔪• This boy can be an absolute mystery to anyone who manages to survive him, because they never really figure out the solid reason why, or his whole backstory, his intentions, etc. All they know is that he's a killer who preys on young people at the night and disappears in the morning. Some survive him because they're interesting for a while, and die when they're not anymore. Some remind him of his past self, and on a bad day, he remembers how much he hates that and gets rid of them too. Some are just to play around with. And then there's you.

🔪• Jeff doesn't give you much of a reason either when you question his motives, because at first, he can't even be sure of why he's ket you around. Is it because you're pretty? Somehow different from his other victims? It's not because he's gone soft. The whole thought process ends up frustrating him, so he'll storm out the window to be alone and try taking his mind off it by going after some whiny targets. But still, he keeps thinking about the question, about you, watching him in some kind of awe and confusion. Why do you care? Why does he care?!

🔪• This whole thing is not some fast-paced cliche love story where everything's sappy and sweet and he'll kill everyone but you. He's still the infamous Jeff The Killer. But that doesn't mean he isn't a little soft for you. Just don't point it out, or he gets flustered and defensive.

🔪• At one point, he wanted to just kidnap you and have you with him all the time, but you had to put your foot down and promise to stick around every night for him to come and go as he pleases, which calmed him down. Because, yeah, that's not happening Jeff, calm yourselffff

🔪• It ends up being him popping in almost every night, with you learning to keep your windows open so you don’t have to keep on replacing the forced-in smashed glass. And even when he visits, it takes time for him to reveal himself, little by little, until you can make out all the rough burns and dried blood that blemish practically every inch of his skin. It's not that he's all insecure - he thinks he’s beautiful most days, and he’s not trying to make you feel less scared by his appearance, because him being the jackass that he is, finds jump scaring you funny.

🔪• But he can have bad days, days where he can't stop thinking about his brother and parents and all that made him who he is, and when that happens, he either bearly says anything and sulks with his knives in the corner of your room, and pretty much lets you do anything. Like, you could end up playing and studying his knives - he watches apprehensively at first, all ready for you to try to stab him in the back - but after time goes by and you've given up questioning yourself as to why you're letting a cold-blooded murderer hang out with you almost every night in your room, he sees that you're not trying to defend yourself in those extreme measures, so kind of lets you do your thing.

🔪• It's nice for him to have the company, too, and he enjoys the small conversations he has with you: the nosy, lucky, pretty little survivor who asks too many questions about him and has a smile that's almost as good as his. Him being him offers to carve one in, and still jokingly tries to while you fight him off with a string of curses. He can be really annoying when he wants to, because he finds your reactions cute. If, on the extremely rare occasions, you happen to see him before it goes dark, doing your homework or something, he'll try drawing on the paper or mucking around with your stuff to distract you. If you're watching something, he'll spoil the ending or give a stupid running commentary. If you annoy him back by any means you can, Jeff gets all pouty and frustrated, but it's also sort of endearing to him??

🔪• So he'll be all "are you freaking stupid, or just suicidal, antagonising a serial killer?!" but he can't help scoffing at you in some form of fondness that he hasn't even realised has been growing in him

🔪• When he ultimately realises that hey! you're stalking and killing the bullies of and are increasingly obsessing over this person, it takes him a bit of time to process. He might not show up on that night, wanting to get his thoughts straight, leaving you very confused, but Jeff does show up the next night wanting you to shut up and sit down and listen to him, because he doesn't want to make this any weirder than it feels for him. You'll hardly understand what he's getting at when he spurts out how you're different and he doesn't really believe in fate but something feels right and every Clyde needs his Bonnie and random crap like that 😂

🔪• You'll have to cut him off with a "so are you asking me out?" and he's like "well... yeah, duh. Don't even think about saying no, because you're not getting rid of me, even if you want to, alright?!?" You can tell he's uncharacteristically nervous. So when you've assessed the situation and see that there's no more harm than there already has been to saying yes, there's an unreadable look of shock and something more in his stony eyes. Then his grin is back, and he's annoying you again by whirling you around in the air and stuff, and boom! You're never getting rid of the maniac. He's yours. Congratulations.

🔪• I'm gonna be honest with you; dating Jeff The Killer is definitely not the easiest mountain you chose to climb, but at the end of the day, if all you want is his manic, obsessive love and devotion to you, then it's well worth it. Take the amount of obsessiveness and stalker behaviour he's shown to you as a weird-ass friend and multiply it by a thousand. I'm not kidding.

🔪• Jeff The Killer genuinely cares about those who have somehow made it to that point with him, and as you're at the top of that list, damn, you'll be spoiled. Don't ask him where he gets all the jewels and trinkets and things you've been wanting or that match your hobbies and talents, because they're yours, and they've always been yours. So your welcome, enjoy, he knew you'd like it. That's one way he shows his love. It's kind of like a way of saying that he's always thinking about you, which isn't an exaggeration at all. I can definitely imagine him killing for you with pride and bringing back a heart all casual-like, while you shake your head with an awkward smile.

🔪• "That's, uh, sweet of you, Jeff, but seriously, throw it away now, that's rank."

🔪• No one else catches his eye after you, too. He's never met someone truly beautiful, inside and out, before you, and he's convinced he won't after. So if someone tries to beg for their life or give him compliments he used to like, it's pretty much ineffective now. "You'll ever be as hot as my doll is, you sadass, but here, I'll carve a little something to get you halfway there~"

🔪• He can actually be surprisingly sweet when he wants to. On his bad days, now he'll just lean into you in silence and twirl his blade around, while you play with his hair or put something on TV or somehow end up staring at him. If you look closer and beyond the chalky white shade of his burnt skin and the deep, bloody scars that trace up from his lips, you can notice how he probably was a good-looking boy before the 'accident.' But don't let him catch you looking, because, bad mood or not, he's a cocky bastard, and will end up grinning and saying something like "it's rude to stare, dolly," which ruins the moment lmao

🔪• Jeff can also get clingy when he feels like it too, though he'll never admit it. He likes how your body's always warm when he is somehow always freezing, and being able to have time alone with you, where you're all his, and no one can take it away from him. He'll go freaking rabid if anyone tries, and no one wants that.

🔪• He gets a little awkward when it comes to comfort and opening up, but he'll get there. He learns from you to just give you a silent hug instead of patting you on the back and telling you to chin up or something stupid, or tries to make you laugh, or kills the thing that's getting you down, if you let him. That's your decision 🙃

🔪• He eventually opens up to you about his past, too, which takes him a lot of courage and a lot of patience for you. It's good that you know, though, because it's something to be even closer about, and the more you know about each other, the more you belong together. At least, that's Jeff's logic.

🔪• Jeff can be a bit possessive and sulky when those moments have to end in the mornings, and he's been known to just shove his white hoodie over your head and demand you wear it when he's not with you. Which is fine, Jeff, but seriously, clean that blood of it first.

🔪• But when all is said and done, no matter how heartless and cold and crazy he may seem, and undoubtedly is, he's sane enough to know that he loves you. His love can be ridiculously intense and overwhelming at times, but you can learn to work around or with it. He will do it. Whether anyone believes it or not, him and you knowing your love is enough for Jeff.

[slytherinshua]

LOVE LESSONS

genre. fluff. mutual pining. whc1 w/o the angst au. warnings. they're both whipped. pairing. sieun x fem!reader. wc. 2.6k. (wish it was longer damn) request. no. a/n. happy birthday @yeonjuns-redhair i love you so so so so much you'd better enjoy it 🔪

Sieun hadn’t taken much interest in girls during his life. Other than the fleeting first crush he had when he was fourteen, girls had been the last thing on his mind as he focused all his energy into his grades. But there was just something about you that Sieun couldn’t ignore. Without realising it, he was falling head over heels in love with you and he didn’t even have the courage to speak a single word to you.

You sat a seat up from Sieun one row over, a spot which allowed him to admire you silently whenever he wanted (which was increasingly becoming the only thing he wanted to do). Whenever the window was open on a warmer day, the breeze would always reach your hair and blow in just the way to take Sieun’s breath away. He had become an expert at pretending to be absorbed in his notes like he always was, but his gaze always found its way to you eventually.

The first person to realise was Sooho.

“You like Y/n or something?” Sooho teased, dropping into the seat in front of Sieun, making him look up from his notes which hadn’t been added to in the past 20 minutes despite the pencil in his hand.

“Is it obvious?” Sieun said in a panicked voice, eyes glancing over the mostly empty room just to make sure no one was listening.

“Given that she has the power to take your attention away from your studies, I’d say so.” Sooho pointed out, grinning.

“What do I do?” Sieun sighed, dropping his pencil, dropping his head into his hands.

Sooho leaned back in his seat, pretending to think, “Ask her out, obviously.”

Sieun’s eyes widened, “What?”

“What?” Sooho echoed.

“I… I can’t ask her out.”

“Why not?”

Sieun flushed, “...She’s too good for me.” He mumbled.

Sooho raised his eyebrow at this, “Oh, you’re more whipped than I thought.” He gave Sieun a lopsided grin, finding the younger boy adorable. “Let me guess, you’ve never had a girlfriend before?” Sieun shook his head. “Don’t worry,” Sooho nodded as he spoke, “I can help you.”

“How?”

“Private lessons.” Sooho concluded, standing up and patting Sieun’s shoulder before walking out of the classroom. Sieun stared at him as he left, feeling the anxiety rising and he tried to gulp it back down.

//

Sieun’s first “private lesson” took place the next day. As he worked his part time job at the restaurant, Sooho gave all the advice he had to Sieun. Most of it went right over the smaller boy’s head, but he tried his best to at least write it all down on a notepad. He would need all the help he could get in order to even approach you, so he studied diligently. 

“Figure out what she likes first. If she likes strawberry smoothies, buy her a strawberry smoothie. If she likes stuffed animals, buy her one. But be nonchalant about it, like you just happened to know that it was her favourite. Girls don’t like it when boys are obsessed with them.” Sooho explained as he sorted cans of soda.

“Am I too obsessed with her?” Sieun said suddenly, halting the movements of his pen.

“No, no, don’t worry about that. She’ll love you, you’re very lovable once you open up.”

“What if she doesn’t?” 

“And what if she does? Stop overthinking it and write down what I say, okay?” 

Sieun left that first lesson overwhelmed. He had never thought so hard about how much eye contact to make or what pick-up lines to use. He was starting to feel like maybe he couldn’t do this. You were way out of his league and didn’t even know he existed. He was stupid to even try.

When he arrived at school in the morning, his head felt as cloudy as the sky outside. It was encroaching on a darkness but still clung to the cusp of a light grey. The clouds swirled around and hid the sun, a harsh breeze shifting the leaves on the trees.

Sieun opened his backpack to get out his notebook, but his attention was immediately drawn to a small bottle of mango juice. Sooho must have stuck it in. He grabbed it and found a sticky note with unmistakably Sooho’s handwriting scrawled on it.

I heard from her friend that this is her fav— remember what I told you ;)

Sieun sighed and peeled the sticky note off of the bottle, recalling all the steps Sooho had meticulously given him the previous day. Act cool, don’t try too hard, don’t act interested at first, etc.

Sieun busied himself with studying for the next hour, waiting for when you arrived to class so he could give you the juice. You walked in with a boy beside you and Sieun’s heart sunk. His eyes flickered between you and the boy who was clearly clinging to your side. Sieun thought that maybe you looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t know for sure. He just forced himself to look down at his paper, missing the way you instinctively looked at him, a mixture of disappointment in your face.

Sooho offered Sieun a ride home after school, eager to know if he had successfully made a move on you. “Did she like the juice?” Sooho asked brightly, passing Sieun the motorcycle helmet.

The other boy was silent as he put it on, still processing his disappointed emotions. Why did it make him feel like he was about to explode seeing someone else so close to you?

With the long pause, Sooho was quick to pick up on what had happened, “Don’t tell me you didn’t give it to her?” Sieun nodded quietly, affirming Sooho’s suspicions before sitting down on the motorcycle without another word. Sooho sighed and joined him, turning on the engine with a loud rev and entering the lane on the road.

//

You had known Sooho since your 5th birthday. He was that one kid who no one really knew why they were invited to the party, but ended up being the star anyway. He had caked you in the face on your 7th birthday as a prank, and now it was a tradition at every birthday. 

No one was really aware of how close you two were, since you didn’t spend much time talking at school. Sooho was always sleeping and you were always spending way too much time being distracted by the most beautiful eyes- studying. You were studying. 

It had been months of your studying being rudely distracted by this… certain someone, and your grades were realistically suffering because of it. You needed to do something about it, and luckily for you, Sooho was friends with this boy. It was like the stars had aligned.

“Sooho!” You sat down loudly at the desk in front of the sleeping boy, earning a tired groan as the boy attempted to wake up from his slumber.

“What?” He rubbed his eye lazily, waiting for you to bring up what was so important as to interrupt his precious sleep.

“I need to confess or else my grades will crash and burn.” You said dramatically, much to the confusion of the boy in front of you.

“Who are you confessing to?” He asked groggily but a bit more alert than before, thoughts of Sieun’s failed confession running through his brain immediately. What if you liked someone completely different? Should Sooho still encourage Sieun to confess to you?

“Sieun…” You muttered weakly.

“What?” Sooho’s eyes brightened when you repeated Sieun’s name in clarification. “I have a plan.”

Sooho’s plan was the most absurd thing you had ever heard. How the heck was randomly showing up to Sieun’s apartment going to achieve anything? What did he expect you two to do? Eat dinner?

Sooho had dropped you off 30 seconds ago and sped off on his motorcycle before you could figure out exactly where you were and bombard him with questions. He didn’t give you any instructions, any pointers. All he said was that Sieun had something to drink. You were confused and a little annoyed and scared. You would probably embarrass yourself in front of Sieun and then that would be the end of it. You wouldn’t have the courage to even look at the boy ever again.

You hesitantly knocked on the door since Sooho had threatened you in case you chose to run away instead of doing anything. As the door opened, you were faced with the pair of eyes that you expected. You watched as shock flickered over them.

You could practically melt right then and there just from looking at him. You had never actually seen him in clothes other than his school uniform, and while he looked good in it, he looked infinitely better in this; a soft crew neck and sweatpants. You could only imagine how comfortable it would be to hug him or even cuddle-

Your thoughts were shut down when Sieun spoke, a little timidly, “Do you want to come in?” His voice was soft like it always was. He never really talked much. Even when answering questions in class, he spoke in as few words as possible. You couldn’t lie, you found it endearing. 

You nodded and walked through the door, finding the apartment unsurprisingly clean. You took off your shoes, staying in just your socks. Sieun tried to look for a spare pair of slippers to give you, but the only pair was his dad’s which were comically too big for you. 

You gave up the search and walked to the couch to sit down. You could feel this warm feeling in the air, like some simmering tension. It wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact, it gave you the slight sensation of butterflies in your stomach.

Sieun sat next to you on the couch but not too close and you were both silent. You weren’t sure what to say or where to start. You had asked Sooho for help with confessing, but it would seem too abrupt to start with that. You wanted to warm up to Sieun first, though you weren’t sure how long you could wait before the words fell out of your mouth.

“Do you want a drink?” Sieun asked and you smiled. So Sooho wasn’t lying with that part.

“What are the options?”

“Uh…” He dropped his head, thinking for a second before running to the small fridge and pulling out a bottle of mango juice, “You like this… right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I do.”

Sieun’s lips turned up into the cutest smile you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt like you were floating on clouds from the elated feeling. You made him smile. 

Once you had received a glass of mango juice, the conversation started flowing a bit easier. You talked about school and hobbies and your favourite foods. Though Sieun didn’t say much, you could tell he was always listening to what you were saying. That was a bit unusual to you. You were always used to being ignored or thought of as obnoxious when you talked, so you rarely felt comfortable saying what you wanted to. With Sieun, however, you felt like you could say anything and he would listen.

It was late in the night and Sieun was preparing a small dinner for you both. He had been overwhelmingly kind and considerate that you felt your will to not confess being slowly withered away. You were about to crack, you could feel it. As soon as he did one more thing to make your heart flutter, you would have to spill it otherwise you were sure you would explode.

Your resolve was finally broken while you were eating. You were sitting across from Sieun on the floor, food spread out as best as Sieun could make it. You had a small bit of sauce on the corner of your lip, and before you could notice yourself, Sieun had leaned across the table and wiped it off gently with his thumb.

Your cheeks flushed pink at the touch. You were lucky you didn’t have any food in your mouth otherwise you would’ve probably choked. You were stunned, staring at the boy in front of you. And then he smiled as if he was shy but happy to help. You could see his ears had turned pink at the tips, and then finally your mouth was spitting out words before your brain could catch up.

“I like you, Sieun.” 

//

“I’m nervous I’ll do it wrong.” Sieun whispered, head dropped to look at the floor. You could see his cheeks a bright red and you were sure that your boyfriend was the cutest thing this world had ever created.

“You won’t be able to mess up cuddling, I promise.” You reassured him.

“But I’ve never done it before… What if-”

“You’ve hugged me before.” You cut him off. He nodded. He had hugged you, many many times. He wanted to hug you right now. “It’ll just be like a prolonged hug… except more relaxed.” You understood how the thought of cuddling could feel daunting for him. He had been touch-starved his entire life. “I’ll show you how it works, but… you need to come here first.” You giggled and patted the spot next to you on the bed.

Sieun’s face flushed more and he joined you carefully, scooting next to you. You grabbed his wrist and tugged him even closer to you, “It’s hard to cuddle when there's a gap between us.” You explained with a smile.

You decided it would be best to make the first move, so you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek on his chest. He was even more comfortable than you could’ve imagined, and you wondered why you hadn’t done this before. He smelled clean and calming, your nerves instantly becoming soothed by being so close to him.

He had tensed up at first, not sure how to respond and hyper aware of how fast his heart was beating. You were so pretty and the fact that you were hugging him so closely? Sieun would probably never recover. He figured that wrapping his arm around your shoulder would be natural, and he soon discovered that the position was 10 times more comfortable that way as you snuggled even closer to him.

“Your heart is beating so fast… Nervous?” You mumbled, peering up at him with a small teasing smile.

“Yeah…”

“Me too.” You whispered, a smile growing as you could feel both your hearts beating at the same fast rate.

Sieun was an excellent cuddler, he just didn’t realise it. He naturally started rubbing your arm in a soothing way until his hand travelled up to your hair and started playing with it. You were sure you would become addicted to cuddling him after this. Maybe you would ask him to cuddle with you everyday…

“Can I kiss you?” You asked suddenly. Sieun’s hand stopped playing with your hair.

“I… I’ve never-”

“I know. Me neither.” You said shyly, “It just… seemed like the right moment, but if you don’t-”

“I do. I really really do.” He said firmly and smiled a little. Your heart was already melted from the cuddles, but it was as good as evaporated at the sight of his smile.

“Okay.” You cupped his cheek cautiously before leaning in, not quite touching his lips, waiting for him to lean in as well. He pressed his lips to yours softly, timidly moving them in case you were uncomfortable or he was doing it wrong.

Sieun was an excellent kisser as well.

↳  k-drama taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair

[fangdokja]

Gonna use this poll to decide if I'll open Anonymous Requests. I doubt I'll open it, but let's see...

And, announcement, yes, I'll keep Anonymous Asks open for now. To be honest, I've gotten both positive comments and hate mail from people in general, both in Tumblr and Ao3. And, I was like, "It's starting." hahahaah

But I'm keeping my Anon Asks inbox open, because I want you all to be comfortable and welcome here. To have a safe space and not have to deal with annoyances of people reprimanding you or something.

I honestly aim to create a community where you can be yourself without fear of judgment as much as possible, to have a place that can comfort you and help you grow better. To process emotions, traumas, hardships, or even just having reading as a form of relaxation, in a safe environment. That's what I aim for.

I'm telling this now, because hate mail is starting already. Ofc automatic delete and block. But for me, what makes me mad (and I rarely get mad) is when people are put down, or their feelings are invalidated; just because you don't understand who they are, and what they're going through. I could care less what happens to me. But for all you Readers, to protect you all; I put my foot down, when it comes to people invalidating others, just because you don't understand them.

I never planned to do this at all. But, comments like this:

I wanted to say, that this is genuinely such a good description of emotions, abuse, and especially on the side with parent and child. This definitely had me relating to my past trauma's, but in a good way that I can recognize it. I never comment, but I genuinely wanted to let you know this and you as a creator are definitely one of my new favorites. Please keep this book up, it's giving me the courage to want to write yandere original character x reader fics. Which is very niche but this helps, also I'm just going to gush that I love your writing style. It's so descriptive without being overly wordy. It's clean and cut like a polished diamond. Clear, concise, with depth.

Or this:

This shit had me almost crying half way through lmao. Had to take a damn break to recover n then I cry in my dream😭I was nvr that mad at a character. This woman is an excuse of a mom. I usually don't comment often but this shit got me heeeated

Such comments give me new perspectives on this blog and my writing. It's not flattery, but a sense of responsibility and empathy for others.

I don't talk about what I've gone through; but I do understand what it means to go through darkness everyday of your life. To walk with death everyday of your life. (yes, Chrollo is extremely relatable to me)

And, I want you guys to know, whatever you're going through. Yes, as cliche as it sounds, you're not alone. Most may not understand, but dark content can be really therapeutic for certain people. To process things in a safe environment without fearing judgment.

And, I refuse to let people who do not understand that, who devalue and discriminate the hardships of others, to fester toxicity in this blog. I know everyone is going through something. I'm not mad at them either, and I pray that every one of you will see God one day. He's the only One worth living for anyway.

But, that doesn't mean I will allow toxic behavior here, actions and words meant to undermine another human's dignity.

Fiction and reality is different. Just because I write about it doesn't mean I condone it. It's like how thriller authors write about murder, but it doesn't mean they killed someone. Or how certain literatures like Shakespeare are read in schools, but that doesn't mean people want you to commit double suicide or incest.

Anyways, these haters don't read my content anyway, at least in actual context or maturely. And, I'm also non-confrontational in nature. I don't like fights nor arguments.

So I'd also appreciate a lot if you Readers also focus on just enjoying this blog without having to deal with toxic stuff. I'll handle it. Don't worry. :)) Just be the bigger fish as they say. No need to stoop down to their level, because these prideful people just crave attention and drama in reality. So, best to not engage them.

I'm telling this now for future preparations and references. I do not want any fighting in my blog, whether you're a long-time reader or a new reader. Those who disobey rules will be automatically blocked without question.

Ok, I'm saying this now, as a new promise to you all.

I hope you and I will stick together for a long time, to grow and develop to become better people. And, for all of us, together, to create a community where Readers can enjoy their stories without fear of judgment and toxicity.

New vision statement? haha, maybe.

Kind of a somewhat heavy real topic; but you know me, I want to be transparent about my intentions with this blog, writing, and community.

I hope you all understand. And, thank you all for the support thus far, this community wouldn't have grown without each of you pitching in to help. So, thank you, and God bless everyone. :))

[arviyya]

Hiii! 🔪 and 🏅 for the ask game

hellooo :]

🔪 which project challenged you more than you expected?

Honestly, Venom Dripping In Your Mouth put me through the damn ringer. It was my first one shot ever and just fully dug my grave and pushed me inside. My friends know better than anyone how much I struggled - anddd I was like two days away from the deadline when I finished. It just took me by the throat and throttled me. But I got it done. It's not my favorite one shot I've done, but it's a perfect balance of fluff and smut, and has one of my favorite concepts in it: human sippy cups - aka vampire human boyfriends lol.

🏅 what are you most proud of accomplishing?

So, this one is my favorite one shot I've written. I love it so much. And it's my only fic that isn't gifted to anyone. It's gifted to my damnself hehe. On Those Peanut Butter Vibes was something I wrote when I wasn't just struggling with writing, but also with fandom in general. This silly little fic not only reminded me that I could write and gave me my confidence back, but it also reminded me that fandom can be silly, and outrageous, and touching, and lovely, all at the same time. Its one of my favorite things I've written to date - the best part is, the idea came to me while at the fair and we were saying hi to the goats in the 4H section and I went, "you know what? What if Rosekiller went to a muggle fair - what ridiculous shit would they do?" and it spawned this ridiculous fic that I adore.

ask game :]

[toxifoxx]

🐰🔪 and 🧸?? :3

ooh okay, both of them!! :3c ive already touched on william quite a lot so i'll give evan(cc) a little more focus here ^_^ (but theres a couple about william too! i'd say most of them contain both in some way.) putting most of it under the read more cause i ramble a lot

evan

youngest of the family

naturally a shy kid

the fredbear plushie was made for him (actually sewed) by henry!! which william then modified to have a small camera and a microphone/speaker inside…

i think he always was a bit afraid of animatronics, and michael made it a whole lot worse, but he can tell when his dad or henry are wearing the suits and is chiller around them. i think he just Knows. and this is why he likes fredbear

william wanted him to have his party at the diner because of this. and also in the hopes his son would grow more used to it. like look see isnt this fun :] ? (we all know how that went)

i think a lot of the reason michael was allowed to bully evan for so so long is because of the kind of internalized toxic masculinity william has. so evan just needed to 'toughen up a little' and 'stop being such a crybaby'. and maybe since william was an only child, he thinks its just a normal sibling thing.

he does have night terrors and struggles with sleeping but i dont think it involves the nightmare animatronics specifically (choosing to believe fnaf 4 is michael's guilt-induced nightmares)(also the nightmares ARE nightmares they are not real things. holy fucking shit i hate dittophobia)

i think its fun if elizabeth tries to stand up for him. i think they'd have a decent relationship. they can play tuoys together

basic family dynamics: scared of michael. likes lizzie. loves his dad. clings to his mom whenver his dad isn't around

speaking of his mom i think clara is a lot more willing to stand up for him too and regularly tells michael off

william

likes to read bedtime stories to evan!! and usually comforts him after his night terrors.

bro is for real peeved that his son likes fredbear more than springbonnie

he is like actually trying to be a good father but he's just. not. he's bad at it and ends up paying more attention to work and the animatronics than his kids. so he's kind of emotionally neglectful. he does have his good moments though, on occasion.

percieves himself as a much better parent than he is (of course)

definitely helicopter-parenting. look at all those damn cameras around his house and the TOWN. he needs to know whats up at all times & to keep tabs on his kids even when he's away.

i wouldn't say he's encouraging the bullying but he's not exactly discouraging it either unfortunately

i think i saw this from someone else but. he totally gives his kids merch from the diner as gifts. its just too funny to not have him do it

absolutely devastated at evan's death. sends him spiraling.

he knows it was an accident but he still blames michael because how could he not!! it was all his bullying that led to this!! his baby boy murdered by his own brother!!!

michael gets the cold shoulder from there on out.

[cirqosmos]

aaah yayayay~ can i request yandere andteam reacting to you trying to run away? voluntary getting hurt from cooking, walking, etc, so you can leave when they go take the emergency kit! please take your time thank you!!

🔪🩸YANDERE &TEAM REACTION TO YOU TRYING TO RUN AWAY

WARNING graphic violence, profanity, implied smut on hyung line, sadistic tendencies, emotional manipulation, usage of pet names, delusional, obsession, possessiveness.

*⁠.⁠✧♡ KEI

It hasn't even took a single minute of him getting in one of the rooms where the emergency kit was placed when a door from the distance creaked open reached through his ears, his concerned dark orbs blew wide as the realisation sunk deep in his mind.

Your arms reek of fresh severe burn marks from the boiling pot from the earlier incident, a last resort of your plan to get Kei to the farthest end of the hall. The key glinted in the grasp of your hand as you did so, not hesitating even a damn second to sprint towards the door of where your freedom lies behind.

It was a foolish plan, indeed. You knew it was a foolish plan yet there was nothing you could think of anymore than opting with this scalded route. You yelped in pain when a harsh tug on your bare arms forced you to look into those eyes you once fell in love with, one that you often chanted to once belong to an angel—now a physical manifestation of a monster for you.

"Not even a single damn minute did it take, and you were already trying to escape, huh?" He bends down to your small form on the floor, a result from trying to squirm away from his tight grip.

You flinched slightly when he tucks your fallen hair locks behind your ear, a small smile formed on his pretty lips as he took a good look at you. "Much better? I don't think we need to treat your wound anyways, since you've been a very, very, bad girl today."

"A-as if I care!" Your head rattled in both rage and fear, showcasing your blatant disobedience towards the taller male. You don't care anymore, despite the torment of the scalding burn on your arms, you don't care if you have to get on his nerves to the point he could kill you. This life with him, itself, was a downright torment to your soul.

Seemingly not surprised a tad bit, Kei tilted his head with a pout. "I know what you're trying to do by being such a brat. Don't you think it's pathetic, love?"

"But, mmh." Kei looks out through the window, the tender rays from the sun shone against his grey lush strands. "Since you insist, I could teach you in another way, you know." He proceeds to leaned closer to your face, uttering a sentence almost feathery and sultry that sent chills down your spine. "Bad girls had to take it the hard way, don't you think?"

*⁠.⁠✧♡ FUMA

"Wah, isn't the weather so nice?" Fuma let's out a breathless sigh as he takes in the gentle breeze, "Maybe that's why you had the idea to break the rules in the first place."

"I don't know whether to pity on you, or punish you.. my love." Fuma turns his head to look at your trembling form that was standing a few metres away from him, and then at your hand. "You could've ask me if you wanted to go outside, not do such dumb things with this wound on your hand."

"I'm s-sorry.." You didn't dare to say anything further in hopes to not anger the man before you any longer. You haven't seen him get far beyond the irritation he occasionally expresses but the ominous aura he was currently emitting as he leisurely approached you had your knees turning into noodles and the ground beneath you threatening to rip apart, devouring you whole.

"Sorry? For what?" His head tilted in such a way as if he can't fathom your choices of words, his hands met yours, rubbing it slowly and nice as a tender heart forms. "There's no need, love. I understand you, of course."

The way your eyes shook and lit up and your shoulders trembling added to his inner amusement.

"Maybe you could say sorry in another way, right? Those eyes, I would love to see them beneath me."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ EJ

"I hope you enjoyed your short trip to the woods, princess." said EJ as he cleared up the mess on the table. You sat still on the couch, not daring to look up to him, nor at his bubbly features that certainly are replaced with something belonging to the under world.

You kept your mouth shut tight, your hair strand had fallen before your vague vision yet your arms remain glued on the soft material of the couch, unwilling and frightened to do anything. Only keeping your head low and still, your ears met the collided sound of the platters and the utensils against the drying dish rack, that alone was enough to worsen the growing lump inside your throat.

"They say good girls apologise when they did something wrong, then why I don't hear anything—not even a 'sorry' from you? Hm?" Euijoo added a hum at the end of his question, his dusted school uniform appeared before your seated form, a dreadful result after using all your strength to fought him back in the woods.

You broke a cold sweat, a slight flinch followed when he patted your head in a tender motion, sickeningly slow and infatuated. "Say something, (Name). Weren't you so brave just now? Where did all that courage go?"

Your stomach churned in utter fear as you finally raised your head to look up at him. "I-i'm sorry—"

"But never mind it, I change my mind. I think we could put your mouth into a better use, anyways."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ NICHOLAS

"Speak." His long finger brushes his hair bangs away from his hooded eyes, lazy eyes paired with his lust filled rage orbs fixated on you who were currently beneath his tight hold on the bed.

"I was worried for fucking nothing, and you just had to ruin it." He spats out at you, a ticking time bomb he was as you tried to appease his wrath with a thousand apologies, yet nothing seems to work. .

—at all.

Your eyes welled up as panic had completely surged in through your veins, completely rendering your mind into utter helplessness. "It w-wasn't my intention, Nicholas!"

"Then what is it, babe? What is it then?" He cooed at you, caressing your tear-stained cheeks with the back of his hand. "Was it the goddamn demon in the back of your mind that causes you to fucking open the door?"

You shook your head relentlessly, uttering a word that came out as a whisper due to how frightened you were. "N-no.."

"Nothing to say? It's okay.." His knuckles grew white as his grip tightened around your wrist, uttering a sentence that had the door to your freedom shutting down—a physical manifestation in sealing your future with him, "I'll fucking ruin you, though" Nicholas blew a swirl of air to your ears, "To the point you couldn't even walk to the door anymore."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ YUMA

His nails dug beneath your chin causing your mouth to hang apart to let out yelps of pain, "Last time I check you weren't that good in acting nor lying, I wonder where did I taught you wrong?"

Plain annoyance, no, his feline orbs that occasionally held infatuation for you was now replaced with lust for blood; as if he was controlling himself from smashing your head against the brick wall.

Gripping the chair with your sweaty palms, all you had right now was to pray for your life, pray that he would go easy on you.

Tracing his fingers down your bare arms that had a slight injury awhile ago, a scoff squeezed its way out of his mouth with a smirk in the corner of his lips. "It won't be that bad it if I add a little more, isn't it?"

The grotesque image of his words had you bawling in downright fear, dropping your head down as you shook your head in pure agony. "P-please no! Yuma! Please!"

"Aw, don't cry." The finger on your arms raises up to wipe the tears off your cheeks, a tender kiss was placed on your forehead. "Don't be a crybaby, it won't hurt that much."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ JO

"Does it still hurt?" Your glistened orbs fell on the boy before you, who was currently on his knees, his finger rubbing your fresh wound on a circular motion—wholly soothing like his dripping concerned voice, deceiving almost—that you had a brief doubt over whether you actually pick the door's lock a few minutes ago.

Jo lifted his dark orbs to look at you, "Didn't you hear me?"

Scared to your core, "I.. thought you were mad."

"Ah, if you were mentioning about that. Then there's no need to worry, there's not much you can do anyway." A small grin appears on Jo's faint red lips.

"What do you—"

"Even if you did manage to go outside, you'll come back anyway." Jo hums a melodic tune, "Your family ain't that isolated as they seem, (Name). I was thinking to invited them for dinner next time if you insist."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ HARUA

"Please, why are you so stubborn?" An almost melodic hymn follows after the desperation lacing his voice, as if his welled up eyes was a mere act to fool you. "Running away like a damn fool, thinking of it back, it does make sense, huh?"

He tapped your head repeatedly, not enough to cause you pain but sufficient enough to have your neat hair to ruffle haphazardly. "Your mind, we have to do something to get rid of those annoying thoughts. But I wonder how."

"Stop!"

He grabbed your wrist that was trying to push him away, "Stop what?! You were using my damn pain to escape, (Name). Don't you think that's fucking cruel?! You don't realise how much I want to hurt you right now just so you realise! But I can't because fucking love you!"

Gritting your teeth in immense helplessness, you glared at him. "Serves you right then, go to hell with your so-called love."

A nerve-wracking silence follows, growing in dreading weight with every passing second until he spoke again.

"Oh please," Harua straightens his posture with his usual grin, a swift switch from his initial outcries. "I guess you're really becoming a fool, well then you wouldn't be that fool anymore if I call your sister?"

Traces of disobedience faded away from your orbs, growing wide with sheer realisation. "Don't you ever dare touch my sister!"

"Why not?" Harua looks down at you with mere contempt as his thumb playfully tapped the keys on his phone's screen, dodging your pathetic attempts in taking away his phone in the process. "You're too precious for me to even lay my hand on you, so why not release my stress a bit on your sister?"

*⁠.⁠✧♡ TAKI

"Look at me. Tell me. I showed you nothing but love, and all you could fucking think of is to escape?" His deep knitted eyebrows paired with those tear running down his cheek had your heart quenched in a slight pang.

"You don't love me." You spat out, suppressing the need to cry out and lash at him in fear that things could go worse than it is now.

"I d-don't love you?" Taki let's out a breathless giggle, as if he couldn't believe what you had just uttered. "I wouldn't had to go all that trouble if I didn't love you!"

"Taki! You don't know what is love—" your sentences were cut short by the swift speed of his finger gripping your jaw hard and firm, forcing you to lean closer to his face.

"If you wouldn't accept my love then it wouldn't be that much of trouble for me to make you realise it then."

Your eyes widened at his ominous string of words, "W-what do you—" your line of vision fell against the brick wall, turning your head immediately to the boy in question, it didn't go past your eyes how his hand grabbed a certain object. "T-Taki, w-what are you doing!"

"You see, I don't mind taking extra measures if it meant you would at least realise my love for you, angel."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ MAKI

A harsh fistful tug of your hair pulled you backwards, falling hard at your butt in a loud thud, causing you to yelp in pain, "That's really sneaky of you, (Name)."

Maki tightened his grasp as he pressed his right foot hard and deep at your wound, an outcry of help squeezed its way out of your mouth, begging for him to stop.

"I'm done treating you all nice and kind," Maki said in a low whisper, seemingly unfazed by your pathetic squirm. The usual sweet image of the young boy was nowhere to be found, only a desire to torture remains. "We just had to teach you a lesson, so you'll know what's the consequences of messing with me."

"If you're going to hit me then please do! I'd rather die!" Clenching your jaw as you glared at him, challenging his patience. Yet the boy kept his calm playful demeanour despite the stark contrast of his grip on your hair.

Maki raises his index finger up, his eyes widening a few inches as if to mock you. "One."

"H-huh?"

"That's one person from your family that had to take the punishment for you. It's fair, right?"

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Invisible Voice

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Seven)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, past abuse, past SA, past trauma, interviewing, cover stories, boys acting, allusions to murder, anger, mentions of weapons, talks about traumatic birth, mentions of miscarriage, tears, sexism (to omegas), trying to change the world, evil from their past, panic, alpha posturing, misunderstandings, using sex to cope, needy boys, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

Collette was able to set her plans in motion more quickly than either man really liked. She was the main person to actually run their cover business so getting in touch with the right people was simple for her. Within a week Colson was sitting in the lobby of their home with the same woman who interviewed his father, his fiancé and sons with him on the couch. He was dressed to the nines and feeling more like himself than he had in weeks, he could fit into his old suits again even though it was tight around the belly. He had everything on that he would have worn before except for his weapons and his glasses. It felt weird to be around a stranger without them but he was supposed to be completely himself. His omega self. Fuck it was terrifying.

Dom was sweating under the lights but he kept himself as calm as possible and tried for his most charming and disarming smile. The one that made people question his age and call him precious. It was almost amusing how easy it was for him to act the non-threatening Alpha he tried to be for everyone but other Alphas. The woman sitting across from him had already awwed over how sweet he was with his son. He tried to keep himself settled and support his mate but it was difficult to keep smiling when there were so many new people around. He wanted to take his family back upstairs and preferably take his lover to bed. He looked damn good in his new suit and Dom was tempted to cut it off of him.

“I have to thank you for meeting here where something so traumatic happened to your family. I've spoken to some of the people who were here that day. They all think highly of you and say it was you and your family that helped save them.” The interviewer- Ellen, explained politely. Of course Colson knew they would dramatize everything and to most people that would have been traumatic. To him it was basically just another Tuesday. Literally.

He played along and looked around before glancing down and taking his partner's hand as if it were difficult for him. He wondered how hard Dom was biting his cheek not to laugh. “We did what we had to for our family and friends. I've lived here since I was a teenager so you have to understand how important these people are to me. This is my home. I felt responsible with Megan coming for me. I should have seen that she needed help long before that.”

“It wasn't your fault. You shouldn't take that on. She was a misguided Alpha who thought the way too many of them do. That any omega is up for grabs. I've seen too much in my career and I know what that state of mind causes. Damage. Trauma. Most often death. You're lucky I think that it ended up how it did. People like her are why we need to change the way we view both Alphas and omegas. We need to teach the next generation better. It seems you're already working on that.” She grinned over at Blain and Punk. They hadn't given out the kid's names but they were allowed to be filmed. Blain could talk if he wanted but so far he kept quiet, just watching everything and smiling like Dom when it was appropriate. Col wondered if he should worry his whole family was filled with sociopaths but honestly he was just proud.

“We're trying, yes. It wasn't until I had kids that I realized what I was doing before was wrong. I shouldn't have hidden what I am to get where I am today. Now we're trying to show them that no matter what they can achieve anything. Our older boy even helped that day, as you know. Omegas are strong and he knows that.” Kells winked at Blain who nodded but stayed quiet. He hoped this wasn't upsetting him but they'd told him he didn't have to come. The kid had said he was part of their family and would stand with them. It felt cheesy as fuck to say and it definitely was, but deep down he knew while he was hamming it up for the television, it was still true. He had already decided to stand up to teach their boys.

“I think everyone understands. I mean look what happened when you were found out at work. You were protecting yourself from Alpha's and one proved your point. Still you and your family won the day and now you've become the face of a movement. I feel partly responsible for this since I was the one who interviewed your father. Please understand I didn't support that, I don't think abusive people deserve a platform.” Ellen huffed and the couple shared a look. They hoped she didn't get fired for being so honest on screen.

“I don't blame you, I can see how your bosses thought it would be good for ratings. I'm just thankful for getting my chance to speak. I can't call that man my father and I hope everyone understands that. He was abusive to my mother and I and hid behind religion to do it. My uncle…” He wasn't just pausing for dramatic effect but his pulse raced. He squeezed Dom’s hand and took a deep breath, letting himself sniffle. “I'm sorry, I can't talk about that. Especially not in front of the kids.” He didn't mind lying to keep himself from having to be so open. It felt bad enough that his whole family already knew, he didn't need the whole population hearing about his bullshit past.

Ellen handed him a tissue and he made himself tear up. He wouldn't normally, he wanted to seem strong but he also knew an omega crying tugged at everyone's heartstrings. “Of course you don't have to. I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what's been brought up for you since that interview.” She sighed. She truly seemed to feel badly and it made them like her even more. Collette had been right, this was the way to handle it. Her plan had been to fight fire with fire and plaster themselves in the media as the perfect family. If Kells had to lead a revolution they needed to control the narrative.

“Thank you. I'm sorry. It doesn't matter how long it's been, some scars never heal.” Colson cleared his throat and tried not to think about how true that statement was. Shit, he hadn't meant for that. “I never meant to be the face of change but being a parent now I see the importance of it. People like them don't deserve to be heard anymore. They hurt children for their own pleasure and amusement and Alphas still run around thinking people like me are toys. The fact he implied I would hurt other omegas? Sick. They're disgusting. Yes I hire omegas in my clubs but I keep them safe. I pay them triple what other places do. Ask any of my people if they feel safe and cared for. I don't force any of them to do anything and we even hire them for our company. But it's not enough. The world has to change. My mother taught me that.” He smiled his most charming smile.

“I had the opportunity to meet your parents before our sit-down. I'm not surprised you have such a lovely relationship with an example like them. Especially since an Alpha gave you your position.” Ellen praised Collette and Travis and they both deserved it. They were still there watching from the sidelines and Kells was happy with that. He needed all the support he could get.

“My dad is incredible. He took me in as a broken kid and helped me heal. Genetics don't make a father, love does. The man you interviewed wasn't anything to me but pain. I learned everything from Travis and now I just hope I can do the same for my son.” He explained softly and he knew the camera was probably zooming in on Blain. He didn't want to overdo it but they needed to seem as sympathetic as possible.

“I'm sure you will. For how young you both are it's incredible you took in a young omega. May I ask how you found him?” They were thankfully prepared for such a question, they knew Ellen would get there at some point. Collette had helped them prepare for every eventuality.

“I don't want to say too much about him, you know? I want my family to have privacy as much as possible. But I help a lot of omegas running my clubs and one of my girls had met him. When his father died he had nowhere to go so the girls sent him to me. I guess they thought I'd offer him a job but no, he's too young. He felt like ours from the first moment we met him.” A lot of it was a blatant lie but the last line was true, Blain was their son from the moment Dom saved him.

“Your family really is the perfect example of what the future should be. Your boyfriend really doesn't mind letting you lead?”

“My fiancé is happy to let me be the boss. Aren't you baby?” Colson teased, leaning over to kiss Dom's cheek.

“Yes master. Kidding! No, I love me mate and I love seeing him flourish like he is. I didn't ‘ave a good example growing up but I knew I didn't wanna be like me dad. I knew from the first time I met Cols tha’ we was meant to be and he was me boss from day one too. Omegas ain't less ‘an and I want our boys to know tha’. If anyone should be the face of change, why not one so pretty?” Col rolled his eyes at his lover's words but kissed him sweetly for themselves and the cameras.

“Your boss? How scandalous.” Ellen laughed.

Kells nodded, it was part of their new backstory. “He walked in one day looking for a job as a bodyguard- we get plenty of threats to our clients. After meeting him I couldn't lend him out to anyone else and now I'm glad I didn't. He helped me so much that day.”

“From what I understand you were in labor through the whole ordeal but the three of you still managed to save everyone in the hotel before your fiancé delivered your son? I can't imagine how terrifying that was. I'm glad the police issued an apology for how they failed you that day.” Ellen was right, they had apologized but the family didn't trust it for a second.

“It was both the worst and best day of my life. My family helped me through it but even dead I can't forgive Megan for making my baby come early. I'm having trouble forgiving the police because something could have happened to my son. We all made it out but I lost some friends that day. You're right Ellen, we have to teach Alphas better. I'm just doing my part to help.” Colson explained, taking his baby in his arms as she took her cue and wrapped up their interview.

“I think you're right, and we all need to do our part to do better. I just want to thank you again for opening up your home and your family for us. You should still be bonding with your son but because of more trauma inflicted by my own company you've had to sit down with me. I can't apologize enough or thank you enough. I think your partner is right, if anyone should be the face of change, you're the perfect example of what it can be. Thank you for being that and showing us.” Ellen held her smile as the cameras stopped and after they were off and the lights were being dismantled it fell to something more genuine.

Colson eased himself off the couch and shook her hand, keeping Punk to one arm. “Thanks again El. I think that went good.”

“Good? Kid that's gonna go wild. I've never been so happy to owe your mom one.” The woman laughed. They had all been surprised to find out the two were old friends.

Collette stepped closer and hugged Ellen close and the beta kept apologizing. “I can't believe they made me sit next to those bastards. I wanted to fucking kill them both. I'm so glad we were able to do this but I think they'll want one with you too. And if this goes as well as I think it will, I'm worried they'll want all of you and your ex on screen together.”

“I know, we'll face that if we get there. I'd be happy to do an interview with you but I wanted the focus on my boys first.” Collette explained. Kells thought she just didn't want to be ‘the face of change’ as everyone kept calling him.

They stood around talking for a while as the cameramen and workers packed up the set to move out. With so many people walking in and out no one noticed a new face walking in until he was looming close. Colson was the first to recognize the scent and his blood ran cold. His lover picked up the switch in his expression automatically and before he even turned to look he was taking Punk from the omega's hold and passing him to Blain. He wanted to send them away but they didn't have time to make sure they were safe so he stayed close as the stranger walked up to their group.

Col felt lost and quiet as he saw his uncle in person for the first time since he was a boy. He had to fight himself not to start shaking but his fight or flight went crazy. His heart raced, his trigger finger itched, and he could feel a pit in his throat he didn't think he could swallow. “You need to get the fuck out of my lobby.” He growled low but it felt too breathy. He honestly thought he might pass out he felt so dizzy.

Collette stepped between them with Travis fuming next to her. “You heard him. What do you even think you're doing here?” She huffed.

The bastard looked between them all and Dom stepped closer. He wanted to reach for a knife he didn't have but he knew he couldn't use force. There were too many people around for him to kill the other man but he couldn't believe the audacity.

“I'm not here for any of you. Get over yourselves. Fucking whores. No, I came for the boy. I saw your little interview and I heard your lies. I know you ran off with something of mine. I can't believe you'd show him off and claim you found him.” It honestly took them all a minute to understand what the hell he was talking about and Colson was starting to regret doing the interview live. They should have recorded it separately but it seems either way the idiot would have come. Maybe if he'd done it later they could have shot him for trespassing. As it was he'd have to have the fucker arrested at best.

“Who the hell are you talking about?” Kells couldn't help snapping but when his uncle looked at Blain his heart froze in his chest.

“You took what's mine. Give it back to me and I'll be on my way.” He obviously knew he had to be careful around such a crowd but he still showed up and they were all pissed.

Dom wanted to step up to him but Colson got in his way, blocking the man from looking at their sons. “You knew? You fuckers beat the shit out of me and sold me and you knew you had-” He had to swallow bile. “My son is not yours. You beat that out of me. You're not owed anything except a bullet between your eyes. Get the fuck out of my home.”

His uncle stared down at him with more hate in his eyes than anyone should be able to muster but Kells met him with the same amount of rage and disgust. When he had the nerve to look at the boy again Blain flipped him off and grinned. It wasn't exactly helpful but it was just who he was and the boss had to summon the hotel guards. “Please escort his ass outside and make sure everyone knows he's not welcome. If he gets in again I'll make sure you're all fired. Don't make me do that please, I like you guys.”

They watched the man get dragged outside and Col felt his power slip away, he'd had enough strength to stand up to the dick but he felt broken having been so close to him again. Dom pulled him against his chest and led him and their boys to the elevator. They were all quiet on the ride up until they got inside their home. “Did tha’ twat waffle think I'm his kid?” The baby Brit exclaimed and Col’s psyche broke enough he laughed at the insult. The sound broke off in a sob and his mate pulled him closer, easing him over to sit down on the couch.

“He knew. He knew I was pregnant and they sold me. They tried to kill us both and they- they succeeded on one.” His voice broke. It wasn't that he wanted to have his uncle's kid but he couldn't help both being terrified of and missing his child every day.

“I guess I'll take the compliment tha’ he thinks I'm yours.” Blain tried to help soothe him but Colson felt lost in his fear and pain. His heart was breaking all over again. “Mum you gotta breathe. He won't get me. He won't get near us again. I'm sorry, if I'd just spoken up once he wouldn't think tha’. It's on me.”

“Hey no. It's not on you. And I should be telling you you're safe. We probably shouldn't have had either of you with us but mom thought…” He sighed. They couldn't change it now but they could all keep each other safe.

“I wanted to be wiv yas. If he shows up again I'll go off on him wiv every British insult I can think of. I might be alright being yours but fuck him.” The boy pulled a face. “Actually no, bad choice of words.” Col couldn't help but laugh again. Dark humor was the family way to handle shit it seemed.

“You are ours. Jus’ means no one leaves ‘ome alone alright? Someday I'll kill ‘em boff for all ‘ey done but for now we stay tog'ever. You fink your mum will come up soon?” Dom asked, they all knew her penchant for coming up to apologize and check on her son. It was sweet but part of him wanted to take Kells to their room and soothe him alone.

“I got Punkers if ya need a bit.” Blain seemed to read his mind but everyone knew how they needed time alone after something intense. It was just part of their bond.

“Fuck. I know it's shitty of me but if she comes up here crying I'll break the fuck down. I can't do it right now.” Col was closer to snapping than he wanted to admit and if he saw tears in anyone's eyes he knew he'd shatter. He felt like he couldn't breathe and their walls were too close. The fucker had been in his hotel and that was too much. Being in the same city as them was too much for him.

“Come on. Let's go rest yeah? I've got yas.” Kells nodded at his lover's soothing voice and let the other help him off the sofa. He didn't know what he needed but he knew what Dom said was true, his Alpha always had him. No matter what.

The killer wasn't exactly sure what to do with his lover once they reached their room. He'd been flooded with needy thoughts earlier in the day but those washed to the back of his mind on a rush of anger at the man who'd interrupted their lives and the fear of what it brought up for his mate. He should have searched them both out long before and killed them already. He felt responsible for them making it into their state and close to his family no matter how little sense it made. He needed to protect his people and he'd failed in that. He couldn't imagine what was going through the other's mind.

Colson sighed as the door closed behind them. It felt calming that they were cut off from the world. Part of him wanted his son in his arms so it gave him something besides his past to focus on but he knew this was better. He needed to let some emotion out. “I don't want to give him a fucking second more of my life.” He huffed as he took his partner's hand in his. Would his uncle keep thinking Blain was his or would he take his word on what they'd done? What did he even want with the boy? Did they realize he was an omega? Did they want money? “Kiss me.”

“Wha'?” Dom blinked. His fiancé wasn't even looking at him when he asked. He could feel the stress rolling off the man. It was almost a physical aura.

Kells cursed under his breath and turned his Alpha to face him. Before another thought could cross his mind he'd pressed their lips together hard. “Shut my fucking mind up.”

“Bab-” Dom couldn't get a word out before he was pushed to fall against the bed rough enough he bounced on the mattress. He couldn't do more than watch as Col started stripping for him. The suit looked incredible but everything looked better off his mate and he felt his body react with every new inch of skin revealed. He wasn't sure this was how they should deal with their problems but since his normal way was murder he didn't think he was the one to throw stones. “Me or you?” He asked softly, swallowing hard.

Col dropped his shirt and cupped his own hardening cock through his slacks, smirking down at his lover. “I haven't decided yet.”

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

Sorry for the cliffhanger of smut but the chapter was getting long. I can't believe that man showed up stalking them and thinks Blain is his! What can they possibly do if they can't kill him? I hope you're all still enjoying it! ❤️‍🔥🩷🖤

[astudyintheburningofhearts]

FINALLY FINISHED GOOD OMENS- IT WAS SO GOOD WTF- ALSO ALSO ALSO I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY-

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Bildad the Shuhite, love of my life.

BRO THE METATRON- FUCK HIM, HONESTLY, WHAT A DICK- (chanelling my inner comic!Nick Nelson, can you tell?)

The FUCKING "I FORGIVE YOU" AZIRAPHALEEEEE WHYYYYYYYYY (ALSO NEIL WHY. WHY. LITERALLY MY HEART-)

Couldn't cry because family was present + It'd been spoilt somewhat for me BUT NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR THE SCENES BEFORE THE KISS WHERE CROWLEY'S TRYING TO CONFESS AND AZIRAPHALE'S TRYING TO TELL HIM ABOUT THE POSITION HE JUST TOOK- UGHHHHHHHH

AND ALSO THE RESIGNED "DON'T BOTHER" OH. MY. GOSHHHHHH- CROWLEY :( MY HEART :(

also- the way the fucking way Crowley looked at Nina as if to say "I tried" and then at Maggie as if to say "I hope you do better/I hope it goes better for you" ffs

Also, again, FUCK METATRON- because this bitch walks in IMMEDIATELY after Crowley and then wastes absolutely NO time before bitching about him- literally "Always asked damn fool questions too"- not only is he manipulating Aziraphale into sort of believing Crowley would just fall again or he wouldn't do well by his side (DESPITE MANIPULATING HIM BY TELLING HIM THAT HE COULD MAKE HIM AN ANGEL AGAIN, MIND YOU) (imo, at least)

It truly is Aziraphale, Mr. I will make it better for you and Crowley, Mr. I never wanted you to make it better/ never wanted for it to be better, all I've ever wanted is you

The "Hear that? ... No Nightingales" literally broke my heart- cuz I remember reading some meta about it somewhere on here and when I was thinking about it to myself after watching, I could only think of how it sort of symbolised then end of their relationship and that broke me, ok? Especially when the Bentley played A Nightingale Sang In Berkely Square instead of its usual Queen- AND THEN HOW CROWLEY PAUSED FOR A MINUTE TO LISTEN TO IT? NO. LITERALLY STOP, OK. LIKE THE WAY IT SEEMS THAT HE'S ALREADY REMINISCING- HOW HE'S SO FUCKING DEJECTED AND FEELS LIKE HE NEEDS TO HOLD ONTO ANY PIECE OF THEM HE CAN BEFORE HE COMPLETELY GIVES UP- (AGAIN, IMO) BUT FUCK??????

On another note, however, how freaking adorable were Beelzebub and Gabriel??????????? They make me wanna 💢 🔪

No literally- Gabriel making only Everyday play on the jukebox???? Beelzebub recognising it????????? The FUCKING FLY MESSAGE ON THE BOX- shut up that's so cute, they're so stupidly in love- ALSO THE "MY HEAVEN IS WHERE BEELZEBUB IS" "AND MY HELL IS WHERE YOU ARE, MY SWEET"?????????????????????????????????? FUCKING SLAPPED- ME WHEN BRO. ME WHEN. GOD-

AND ALSO. THE. WAY. CROWLEY. AND. AZIRAPHALE. LOOK. AT. EACH. OTHER/ SHARE. A. LOOK. WHEN. CROWLEY. MENTIONS. APLHA. CENTAURI. LITERALLY ACTUALLY STFU OK? *SLAMS A DOOR IN NOBODY'S FACE IN PARTICULAR*

ALSO- CROWLEY TELLING AZIRAPHALE HOW HE PROBABLY UNDERSTANDS IT BETTER THAN AZIRAPHALE????? BECAUSE REMEMBER? IT USED TO BE THE OPPOSITE- ANGEL!CROWLEY WAS ALWAYS THE ULTIMATE OPTIMIST, THE ONE WHO BELIEVED HEAVEN WOULDN'T TRULY DAMN THOSE WHO ASKED QUESTIONS- AZIRAPHALE WAS THE ONE WHO WAS MORE CAUTIOUS- BUT NOW, IT'S AZIRAPHALE BLINDLY TRUSTING THE METATRON (IT'S BECAUSE HE LOVES CROWLEY SUPER FUCKING MUCH, BTW, FOLKS) AND CROWLEY'S THE ONE WHO'S LITERALLY DYING BECAUSE HE KNOWS. HE. KNOWS. AZIRAPHALE HAS NEVER BEEN NAIVE- NOT IN THE WAY CROWLEY HAD ONCE BEEN- BUT LOVE HAS BLINDED HIM-

oh, and i forgot to mention: THE FUCKING LIP TOUCH AZIRAPHALE DOES AFTERWARDS-

AND THE WAY HE PAUSES AND HESITATES AND THEN FAKES A SMILE SAYING HE DOESN'T NEED TO BRING ANYTHING WHEN WE ALL KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HE MEANS TO SAY

AND ALSO CROWLEY SAYING THAT HE NEEDED TO STAY AND TAKE CARE OF THE BOOKSHOP INSTEAD OF HIMSELF- AND NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, WHEN METATRON SAYS MURIEL WILL TAKE CARE OF THE SHOP, HE MIGHT NOT REALISE IT HIMSELF, BUT MURIEL WILL ALSO PROBABLY TAKE CARE OF CROWLEY- IDK, MAYBE I'M JUST SPIRALLING OK-

god, if only they fucking talked-

Michael Sheen and David Tennant owe me oh so many things... someone pass it on to them, please, thanks.

[mrstsung]

Look mk shipping discourse ahead

So warning ya before you kontinue. These are just my opinions. Plz dont take them so to heart ok?

Cw: vent,discourse

If yall gonna actually do subscorp.....

Bi-han and hanzo have more sexual tension than kaui ever fucking did but y'all aint ready for that conversation. ☕ *sips coffee*

Kuai and hanzo had misunderstandings and genuine friendship. Could it be something more. Sure but it doesn't need to be to be interesting or even wholesome.

Meanwhile bi-han og subzero and hanzo had this love hatefuck in their eyes. Good fucking god like y'all be shipping the wrong subzero brother.

But y'all just only like kaui cuz he's the quote unquote "nicer" brother. Meanwhile what actually happened could male for better and classic AND REAL ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE. i mean it's right fucking there. Kuai and hanzo were never enemies. Let alone friends till waaaaaaaaay later. And even then....they had better things to do than each other. Sorry not sorry. Kaui and hanzo were just damn to platonic to me. Meanwhile bi-han and hanzo be like "bitch" "bitch" and then internally probably all like "💖🔥🔪"

And hanzo and kaui couldn't work because of that tension hanzo has with bi-han. Mostly on bi-hans half than hanzo. Cuz y'all conveniently forget. Hanzo killed bi-han over a misunderstanding,yeah a mofo dont just forget that. You'd be pissed too if you were wrongfully killed over something you didn't do by a ninja from a rival clan. Like bruh.

You can't have this ship without complications and problems.

So you either fix that. Or do the smart thing and ship KUAI LIANG WITH TOMAS VERBADA AKA SMOKE. BECAUSE THEY ACTUALLY ARE FROM THE SAME FUCKING CLAN AND HAVE WAY MORE IN COMMON AND HAVE ACTUALLY LIVED AND BEEN AROUND EACH OTHER!!! ffs.

Hanzo hasashi has not shown in canon anything to kuai than just mutual respect.

Kuai maybe but i dunno. I feel people reach so much with this ship it's like do we even play the same game?

Meanwhile the fucking "bitch fest" bi-han and hanzo have is on another lvl. Granted all this hate is still misplaced and quan chi is the real problem. But ya know.

If you're gonna ship a subzero with hanzo. Bi-han subzero makes more sense.

Tho i personally don't ship hanzo with any subzero ever. (I either self ship or have him just be dad ninja)

And i ship kuai liang subzero with tomas and bi-han with sareena (and self ship with either on occasion)

Either way the point is. Y'all be going about these characters and their dynamics so wrong. And i feel people just want different characters than what is actually happening. Like go make an oc at that point. It's different when they dont have certain dynamics shown and aspects. (Most mk villains dont because they are treated majority of the time as guys to beat up. So they aren't like sub and scorp. Which is shown.....everywhere,all the time,and takes up a majority of the plot. So we know all there is about yellow n blue ninja clans. Even then it doesn't go into that much detail but still we get more insight with them than any other character. Even liu kang and kung lao don't have as much as the two posterboys of mk. Which sucks)

Shipping aside. It sucks that both subzeros(kuai and bi-han) and scorpion(hanzo) get so grossly misinterpreted by fans. And think that everything is hunky dory peaches and roses. When it really isn't. While neither clan after a certain point is warring or fighting each other. There still is tension. Simply because of years,decades even of the mess left behind. Hanzo has to rebuild from the ground up. And kuai has to repair and restore the lin kuei to what it used to be but better and more equal. And less....robotic. lol. There was still a lot of work. Not to mention if noob became bi-han subzero again,somehow. That would add even more awkward tension(good storytelling tho) because bi-han while maybe he could forgive hanzo,he could never be friends truly. And if you guys ship kuai and hanzo. I dont think kuai would feel comfortable with having his only damn brother he's worked so hard to bring back and rekindle his family with just so he cpuld get some dick. Im sorry,relationships dont work that way. Hanzo and kaui are family oriented,and if one or more of parties involved are not on equal playing field or cares for the other. It's a no go.

What im trying to say is the dynamic is not healthy,long lasting,or even worth it. There is not any good chemistry.

Until bi-han and hanzo in canon make amends. Only then could you MAYBE. JUST MAYBE. Make that work.

But again shipping aside.

Tomas/smoke and kuai liang subzero. Works better. Because they not only like i said are from the same clan,grew up together. Bi-han more likely than not. Would understand tomas and actually be pretty cool with him.

Like I'm just saying people.

If you want kuai liang to be with a pyromancer fire dude so damn bad.

But Thank you for koming to my ted talk.

MAKE A FUCKING OC!

Maybe this is just me tho.

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

aaand now from the oc emoji one

hmm

👁️🤥😨☀️🌎🌌🎭🎵🔪👖🎀📏☄️💫💧

sorry for so many and order again

@cipher-s618

doing this for ford again!! with bonus stan answers >:3

👁️ - eye: what color are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them?

ford has blue eyes, but not in the sense that the irises are blue. more in the sense that he has nebulae leaking from his opticals. they also have a slight red hue to them, including the sclera

we've always thought it'd be cool if stan's eyes seemed to change color in different light, like some folks do. sometimes they look hazel, and sometimes they look blue like ford's! and sometimes they look like a mix of both! ford's eyes were very likely the same prior to the multiverse (and. a certain someone)

🤥 - lying: are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

both are better than most folks at lying (abusive childhood...)

ford finds it very hard to lie the niblings and whenever he lies to stan, it doesn't take him long to come clean and explain in exact detail what the truth was

stan's exceptionally good at lying if he feels it's to protect someone. he's also pretty damn good at conning folks, as we know. however, he cracks under panic and certain kinds of pressure real quick

😨 - fearful: when scared, do they go into fight or flight?

at first, ford always went into flight, even when he was living in gravity falls. since the multiverse, his response is more along the lines of 'attack and run if this thing will for sure kill you' and 'MAIM MAIM MAIM KILL' in any other instance. if loved ones are involved, he forces himself to ignore the desire to flee and instead prefers to become a sort of meat shield, attacking while tanking hits at the same time

stan goes into fight, and always has, especially when those he cares about is involved. the only times he'll go into flight is when it's one-on-one (and he has a possible escape route) or when it's something he's REALLY scared of (claustrophobia, for example). panic makes him lash out, and an intense feeling of 'i fucked up' makes him want to run

☀️ - sun: are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

ford is definitely not. he's gotten used to waking up early, but, really, the amount of coffee he drinks every morning is the only reason he's able to make it through the day without crashing. he's almost always tired. ford does a quick scout around the area (around the ship or quickly patrolling the rooms of the shack and the general perimeter outside), gets coffee, and then grabs a shower (when he's able to) and changes clothes. thus the morning begins!

stan actually is a morning person (though he has a personal vendetta against waking up around 7:00-7:30)! he loves the sunrise and, when there is no visible sunrise, he still likes the crispiness of the morning. the first thing he does is get rid of the general yuck that comes from sleeping in a bed for several hours straight. most times this means showering but, like ford, he'll make do with just a damp washcloth and deodorant when he can't do that. after that, he heads into the kitchen, finishes off the rest of the coffee, and makes breakfast. after that, it's time to start the day!

🌎 - earth: will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

for ford, yes and...complicated. stan was still going to survive, and it was his idea (and ford could tell he wasn't going to be able to convince him out of it), so ford was willing to use the memory gun. in any other situation? he is not doing that again, and he will march into death if that's what it takes to keep stan and the niblings safe. and he will take the world with him, if he needs to (as much as he would really rather not, he has his priorities)

stan, yes and yes. what has the world ever done for him? given him his brother and the niblings and soos and wendy and- well, you get the point. the other point is that the rest of the world has done absolutely nothing for him and he has no qualms throwing it to the wolves for his loved ones

🌌 - milky way: what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

the first thing we decided was that we love them both dearly <3

🎵 - music note: what is their playlist like? their favorite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

ford likes calmer songs with lots of piano and string instruments. he also likes music that starts calm and gets more intense at certain points. weird music is his jam, too. songs like exit music (for a film) and beneath the brine, and then rises the moon and egg covers would be good fits for that. we have a lot of songs we associate with him (our playlist for him has a full day's worth of music)

stan likes rock! any kind, really. shit that GOES HARD!! metal, death metal, rock opera, etc. etc. it's all good! he'd probably like queen and metallica and korn, maybe some rob zombie songs too! and, of course, we can't forget about chop suey. he would like chop suey. his associated songs are the same case as ford ^^''

👖 - jeans: what is their go-to outfit?

skipping this one cause the stan twins always wear the same clothes

📏 - ruler: is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

we all know about ford already heheh

stan! he's pretty well educated, though not from any schools. he actively seeks out more information on stuff he finds interesting, and stuffs he feels he needs to know. he knows everything about cars and how to fix them, and he's pretty well versed in physics, having dipped into other genres of the subject as well just to make sure he had all his bases covered. he also knows a lot about history! mythology, paleontology, archaeology, stuff like that!

💫 - we couldn't find which one this was for :[

will answer these last few ones in a reblog sometime later because headache oumch :[

🎭 - masks: do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

🔪 - knife: how do they react to injury/misfortune befalling their loved ones? do they put themselves at blame?

🎀 - ribbon: how would they fit into other worlds/aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit/not fit into?

☄️ - comet: what do people assume about them? are they right?

💧 - droplet: random angst headcanon

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

hi there my darling. <3 i'm sorry it's rough lately. i come with questions about some fictional dudes you love.

🔪 What character are you defending with your life?  (I think I know!!! 🤭) 

🐠Give us a headcanon about (tk and Owen’s relationship)!

❤️ Favorite part of your favorite ship?

Hello lovely 🥰🥰 Thank you for putting up with me ♥️♥️

🔪- most likely yes it’s the one you think it is- I am the head of the Owen Strand defense squad.

Which it is an interesting time in the rewatch to be making this point (this is too big to put in parentheses yet here I go- season three did Owen so dirty- I know they were going for the therapy angle but we went from Owen attacked someone because he is spiraling from finding out he has cancer and- which I know this is dicey because people on here love them some Billy Tyson- but he’s just such a cartoonish mustache twirling villain- like he only got the job because Owen turned it down and the first thing he does is close the 126? That punch was more justified than Owen just punches everyone he has a disagreement with).

Oh bestie why would you do this to me lol- I can’t be normal about this topic 🫣🫣

But there is so much good in Owen and he sees so much good in other people; he sees someone who has never gotten approval from his father and whose job is telling him he screwed up big and tells him “no there should be more people in your profession like you, to hell with anyone who doesn’t agree your old man included” He finds the youngest member of his firehouse sleeping in the gym and says I have an extra room, it’s yours, you can live here forever and that would be fine - he looks the lone survivor of a tragedy in the eye and says you deserve to be here but if you don’t get a handle on the guilt you feel because you’re here and they aren’t well it will consume you alive, I know this better than anyone”

Which is another thing- Owen definitely has chronic hero syndrome but Owen has also been the sole survivor so many times in his life and he fucking hates that- he couldn’t save his brother and ended his parents marriage; there were 14 guys who didn’t get to go home to their families when he did. And when guilt and grief and shame tried to swallow him up he let those feelings win for a while but I refuse to believe that he missed TK’s entire childhood because then, TK wouldn’t have wanted to go to work with that person-

Which is to say, he isn’t a perfect parent but damn he is a good one- and one thing for sure he never made his son feel like he couldn’t be who he was (or that he was such a disappointment that forcing himself to be straight was the answer). But Owen loves his kid and they are so close that TK is as fiercely protective of his dad as his dad is of him, which I feel you really don’t see too much of especially between a grown father and son (the closest I can come up with is Stiles and his father from Teen Wolf - even though Stiles is technically a teenager)

I’m sorry that was so unhinged- but I’ve written a quarter million words on this topic for a reason lol

🐠- (not gonna rant about how it’s that Owen was not completely absent from TK’s life after he turned seven, not gonna do it)

But in light of where the rewatch is, I will say that I HC that Owen and TK talked about TK’s sobriety after the Sadie incident (I’m sorry, I have had so many people try to nicely explain this choice to me but I can’t accept this; there is no reason this should count as a relapse because it was not a choice. If the choice was made for you, then it’s not relapsing). Which I headcanon- I have to believe this because season 3 took every time TK should have talked with his dad and then purposely refused to show it (literally, a man fired a gun into an ambulance TK was in and we didn’t even get a hug from that) so I have to believe that TK and Owen talked about it. Because Owen has seen TK relapse before and could have pointed out, “you didn’t do this. This wasn’t your fault. If you need to be mad at someone then be mad at me, but I don’t want you blaming yourself for this”. And TK pointing out that if not for Owen, he would’ve taken the drugs from the ambulance after Gwyn’s death, so even if what happened with Sadie wasn’t his fault those two incidents make him feel like he lost something and needs to get his feet on solid ground.

❤️ - (this will sound so stupid; which so has the rest of this lol) but I love that you really see Carlos and TK’s relationship develop and change. Like they were so bad at communicating things to each other (that break up was on both sides, you can never convince me that was all TK’s fault) but season four might be my favorite season because things come up and they work through them together (like 98% of the time, granted) and this may be too broad of an answer but it’s what I came up with.

Thank you for the asks- sorry for the rambles 🫣🫶♥️

[partyanimal167]

To Each Their Own- Sanji and Zoro

Another fic for my Spy Event! I think this is one of my first times actually writing for Sanji so that's exciting. I wanted to do a kind of "day in the office" situation with this prompt. Not every day is about escaping rapid gunfire or exploding buildings. The agents have other matters to attend to.

🔪 Gadgets, Weapons, and Training- Zoro and Sanji

cw: sfw, canon typical banter, cussing

A good spy should be well-rounded. You never know what situation you will find yourself in. Be ready to adapt and find a way to come out on top.

It was not everyday that Sanji and Zoro would be asked to stop by the training department together. As far as either of them are concerned, they knew what they were good at and could prove it at any given moment. However, there were rules and regulations. Health check-ins and new fancy tools were to be expected. And with Usopp being part of their graduating spy class, there was no way either of the men would turn down his requests.

So after stopping by the medical labs and getting poked and probed, they entered the lab and met with their good friend.

Usopp chuckled to himself as the two men waled in side-by-side yet were bickering about who knows what.

"Hehe, welcome gentlemen! Franky and I have some new things to test out." He stood from his desk and pressed on the glass table top. A button lit up before a drawer opened on its own. He pulled out a sword. Zoro reached out for it, but Usopp pulled it back. "This is not for you." he then tossed it at Sanji who caught it easily.

Usopp grinned before waving the clipboard in his hand. "It's a special sword, but the bosses wants an update on both your skills test." the men groaned in unison. "Oi oi, you know the rules. And then you will see the greatness of my creations." he laughed.

Sanji fidgeted with his pocket but fought the urge to take out s cigarettes. "Why are you giving this to me?"

Zoro stuffed his hands in his pocket as he watched his opponent observe the sword and switch it from hand to hand. "Moss-head, I think you better take a sword out before I put you in the infirmary." Sanji chuckled.

"Curly, if I had a sword with me, that'd put you at a disadvantage." Zoro barked back. "I'm a nice guy." Sanji scoffed in response.

Usopp raised his hands up. "Hey now, you two are ones who decided to switch fighting styles." he dropped his head and shook it. "Why can't things be simple between you two?" he muttered.

He then stepped away and blew a whistle. Immediately, Zoro took a stance while closing his eyes--waiting for his opponent to make a move. His eye twitched, and he swung his leg to stop the sword's swing with his boot. The collision caused some sparks before the men jumped and put distance between themselves.

Zoro chuckled. "Not bad, Swirly."

Sanji held the sword with both hands and rolled his neck. "Don't taunt me, marimo." He then turned the hilt and blocked a sudden kick. He swung under but kicked overhead--both motions blocked by Zoro.

"Hehe, so you need to use your feet and a sword." Zoro jabbed.

Sanji moved in for another attack. "Tch, treat this like a real scenario you idiot. Your enemies aren't going to stick to some dumh battle code." He swung and managed to tear the man's shirt.

"I don't need that lecture from you." Zoro then ducked as the sword's blade lengthened--increasing its range. Damn Usopp is always making some weird shit.

The men continued to spar even after Usopp blew his whistle again. He had enough notes to make for the their physical report as well as improvements to the unique sword and steel-enforced boots he gave Zoro. As much as the men had their unique preferences, they knew how to change their fighting based on what was needed.

By the end of it all, Usopp brought over bottles of water for the men who were arguing about the winner. They turned to Usopp to settle it, but the young man knew better than to answer that.

"So what do you guys think? Wanna take my gadgets out to the field?" Usopp beamed proudly.

"Eh~" the men dragged out.

"Come on! What was the problem!?" their friend whined.

Zoro only grunted while Sanji smiled gently and patted Usopp's shoulder. "They were great, thanks." he headed for the exit. Zoro got up to follow.

"We're just old school." he grumbled.

Usopp watched as the men left together. Only a minute passed before the arguing started again.

"You looked stupid holding a sword."

"Well fuck you too, if I was really trying then we would have had to call Chopper!"

"Oh really? Then why do you look like shit huh? Still breathing pretty hard I see-,"

Usopp shook his head and chuckled. Yeah some things never do change.

~~~

Wow this was also my first time writing Usopp. It's a different vibe for me, but I do love the dynamics between the Straw Hats.

Check out the other prompts if you want! I'm excited to see you guys' ideas!

[ghostlyrps]

"This is absolutely not my forte," Alastor says with a slight grumble as he sits with the yarn in hand and the hook he has been given for his first efforts. "I just wanted to make a scarf. It should not be this difficult." The radio demon has never been especially crafty - but he had made the assumption that Ghost would have a much better handle on it. Which... somehow led to him sitting here on their floor, cross-legged and grouchy as he struggles with the beginning steps of knitting the damned thing together. "How long did it take you to learn this? A century?" Being dramatic. 🦌🔪

Ghost laughed, giving the Radio Demon an affectionate look. They weren't sure how they convinced him to do this, but they were glad they did.

It was nice to have company.

"I've been doing this since I was a kid. My grandmother taught me. I've refined the skill over the years, especially after I ended up down here."

They slowed their movements so Alastor could better see how they were doing it. "Think of it this way, though."

They looped the yarn around the hook. "Strangle it,"

Next, they stuck the hook through a chain. "Stab it,"

Finally, they pulled the yarn through. "Scoop out its guts."

Knowing him, it might help.

"Not usually what I say, but hey, it might work for you!"