#5 times i listed 5 things + 1 time i refused to answer

[mostly-imagines]

answering a question nobody asked: what are jason's love languages ranked?

giving:

5 ) gift giving is bottom tier for him. i just dont see how he could value that more than any of the above because of the way he grew up. like material things and money seem like something he’d reject more than anything to me. but he does still give you presents, of course. he’ll buy you flowers randomly and jewelry and little things he’d noticed you admiring. but i dont think he really does it as a method of expressing his love for you so much as just like a little nice thing to do for you. its not his preferred method of communication, at least.

4 ) a little lower on the list comes words of affirmation because i don’t think it comes as naturally to him. he’s a man of few words and those chosen are caked in sarcasm and dry in a way that attempts to push people away, even if he doesn’t mean to. i just think his words can be rough around the edges even if his meaning isn’t. when he can work through it though, his words are very gentle and genuine. not one for hyperbole but really truly means what he says. he hears that you’re insecure about how a dress looks on you and he’s telling you to ‘shut up, you look good.’ or you’re nervous and he’ll say “you’re fine, don’t worry about it.” to someone else’s ears it might sound dismissive but you know that not how he means it. there’s a lot of unsaid words with him that are more significant than whats coming out of his mouth. like i said though, only like level 10 acquaintances and you will ever know him well enough to decipher those secret meanings.

3 ) he tends to treat himself like a loner, pulling away from people like second nature, but after he met you he found himself wanting to be around you all the time. he’s not the best with words or romantic gestures so quality time is an easier way of reminding you he loves you. he likes just sitting with you and letting you ramble about your day—listening to your voice is a big part of his calming down process every night. but sitting in comfortable silence with you is probably his favorite. he doesn’t get that with a lot of people. silence—sure; comfortable—not so much. he loves the implied intimacy and trust of quietly cooking, napping together, or doing your own things in the same space.

2 ) physical touch is another big one for him. only unlockable after entering a relationship with him. he does it for a lot of reasons, common ones include: as a reminder that he’s there, to ease anxiety (yours or his own), as a sort of fidget, or if he’s feeling a little possessive. its honestly going to shock his family how much he initiates touch with you. he’ll shove them off of him when they try to hug him and is likely to throw hands if they get too touchy. so when they meet you for the first time and he’s squeezing your hand in his the whole night, shoulder to shoulder with you—they’re surprised, to say the least. as time goes on they start to notice that he looks borderline uncomfortable when he’s not touching you—like he doesn’t know what to do with his body. his favorite ways to touch you (non sexually) include: keeping you pressed back to his chest, having your leg hooked atop his when you’re sitting hanging out, hand on the back of your neck, and hands on your hips are a must.

1 ) jason's prime method of communication is through acts of service. he fully believes it’s his responsibility to take care of you and doing things for you comes very naturally to him anyways. he’s known to refuse to let you carry things, let you have the comfortable chair, give you the last of his snack, that kind of thing. he also wants to make your life easier as much as possible—he’ll insist on you telling him about things you need, especially things you aren’t able to do yourself. you never ever have to hire a guy to come look at anything broken in your apartment, jason’s got that shit under wraps. he’d honestly be a little hurt if you did. he’s got a wide array of skills under his belt, he can fix leaky pipes, install locks, build furniture, repair cars, you name it.

receiving:

5 ) he always appreciates getting gifts from you but it’s not necessarily his preferred way of receiving your love. gift giving and acts of service are bottom tier because they’re the only ones that he feels like are taking away from you. costing you money or energy, wasting it on him—he doesn’t want you to do that. he can’t feel loved by the gesture when he’s busy concerning himself with the idea that he’s putting you out for it. when you do give him gifts he likes it most when they’re little things, especially things that you made. make him a friendship bracelet, a simple painting, a fucking paper crane—he’ll love it. with things like that, it makes him really happy to see how excited you are to show him and that’s when he feels the love from you.

4 ) it’s always a little hit or miss with acts of service. he has a hard time accepting help, especially from you. he tends to feel like its his job to take care of you and if you have to help him, he’s doing something wrong. the best way to perform acts of service for him is through littler things. cooking his favorite dinner, checking up on how his stitches are healing, covering him up when its cold and he’s too busy/stubborn to go get a blanket. don’t make a whole thing about it, just do it and he’ll notice and he’ll be thinking about it for a while.

3 ) for the same reasons as mentioned earlier, he loves quality time with you. he prefers being on the receiving end of it though because he is a little insecure and absolutely loves when you go out of your way to spend time with him. tell him you want to be around him, tell him you miss him, tell him you’re happy he’s here. warning: he might cry.

2 ) you’ll notice this one because his breath will literally hitch. physical touch is one of the most prominent methods of affection in your relationship and he never gets used to it. the presence of just your head on his shoulder or your hand in his provides such a noticeable release of tension for him. he’s a huge huge fan of you tracing patterns anywhere on his skin, playing with his hair, and wrapping your arms around his middle so you can hold him close. climb on his lap unexpectedly and his heart will skip a few beats.

1 ) he won't ever admit it, but words of affirmation are his absolute biggest weakness. your boy has a praise kink, but i also think it's difficult for him to accept that so you have to be subtle about it and work up. it gets him really blushy and if you can manage to get him talking, he’s stammering. he can’t hold eye contact for shit when you call him pretty and it’s very amusing to you to see such a quick and drastic shift in his disposition. things that have straight up put him out of commission include: calling him “my pretty boy,” or “sweet boy,” “you always take such good care of me,” “you’re so strong,” “you’re the love of my life.” “i’m proud of you” will literally put him on his knees.

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They're Not Us

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Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader

Summary: You and Jim's team can see that he is jealous and overprotective, but he refuses to admit it. After five clear examples, you set out to make him see what you do. (5+1 fic)

Warnings: fluff, very minor angst, a brief argument, jealousy and protectiveness

Word Count: 3.0k+ words

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“Street’s here,” Tan announces as he returns to the table.

When he appears, smiling as he removes his jacket to sit, Hondo and Deacon lean to the side to look around Street.

“What?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder.

“Where is she?” Hondo inquires.

“Who?”

“Your girlfriend,” Deacon answers, raising his shoulders like it’s obvious.

“It’s a team night,” Street reminds them. “She’s at home.”

“You left her alone?” Chris questions, her brows raising. “How many times will you call to check in?”

“Makes it sound like I’m overprotective,” Street grumbles as he sits.

“You are,” Hondo, Deacon, Tan, Chris, and Luca reply simultaneously.

“Luca!” Street exclaims.

“You… you get a little jealous sometimes, Streeter,” Luca explains. “It’s not a bad thing, but you are most definitely overprotective.”

“No, I’m not,” Street replies.

Hondo opens his mouth, but Deacon waves to stop him.

“Whatever you say,” Chris mumbles. “What’s everyone ordering?”

Street tries to push the idea of him being jealous and overprotective away to enjoy the time with his teammates. His fingers itch to reach for his phone and check in on you and he briefly wonders if they’re right.

“Street, my neighbor bought a Ducati,” Luca says, drawing Street’s attention from you and his perceived lack of protectiveness.

Throughout the rest of the night, Street forgets what his teammates said and doesn’t notice any sign of the protectiveness they claim to see.

1.) Street gets jealous and protective when he sees you talking to another man.

Street sighs as he enters SWAT HQ. Their raid went well; a drug dealer selling to teenagers is now in custody, and narcotics is investigating the contents of his house. Street feels like there’s more that needs to be done. The kids in the future won’t have to meet this specific monster, but there will be more, and the ones who have already been affected are left to deal with the consequences on their own.

His mood changes immediately, however, when he hears your voice. You laugh down the hall, and Street is drawn to you. He rushes through the station, leaving his helmet by the sparring ring. When he reaches the doorway to the kitchen, he stops.

You’re leaning against the counter and talking to a patrol officer. Street knows you would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship. It’s not you that he worries about at all. Despite his moments of insecurity and the few nightmares he has had where you told him he would never make you happy and left him, Street loves you and wholly believes that you love him just as much and would never cheat on him or leave him as you did in those dreams.

He tells himself that he’s watching the officer instead. Something stirs in Street: a need to ensure that you’re safe, comfortable, and respected.

Hondo extends his arm to stop the rest of the team as they enter the hall. They watch as Street shifts to straighten his spine, his arms flexed as he crosses them across his chest. His attention is locked on something through a doorway, but Hondo is sure he knows who it is.

“What did she say?” you ask the officer standing across from you.

Hondo smiles at his team, and Deacon murmurs, “At least she finds it endearing.”

“Do you think she actually knows? The level of protectiveness, I mean,” Tan inquires.

“She knows,” Luca answers, smiling as Street approaches the door. “He’s the only one that doesn’t see it.”

Street steps back, waits a moment, and then enters the kitchen and says your name. The officer has left, and you’re alone and safe again, so Street’s demeanor is simply that of a surprised boyfriend. You know he was watching, protecting, and letting his mind wander. His protectiveness and the minuscule amount of jealousy he lets himself experience doesn’t bother you, and you smile as you wrap your arms around his neck to hug him and say hello.

2.) Street gets protective when you’re out.

“Is Annie coming?” you ask as Street pulls out your chair for you.

“She is. Deacon said she has some projects she’s been working on that she wants to show you,” Street answers.

He sits beside you but orientates sideways in the chair to face you. You aren't usually the first to arrive at these dinners, but you enjoy the additional time with Street. His fingers brush over your neck as he leans in to kiss you.

“You look beautiful,” Street tells you.

“You do too,” you reply.

“Beautiful? Really?” Street teases.

“I told you from the beginning that you were going to be the pretty one in this relationship, pretty boy.”

“Hey, that’s my nickname,” Hondo interjects as he approaches the table. “Get your own.”

“You have never called me pretty boy,” Street points out, turning slightly away from you.

“I could,” Hondo points out. “I don’t know, it doesn’t suit me. Playboy, yes.”

“You can’t call him a playboy anymore, though,” Annie adds, stopping beside you to hug you.

You smile and stand, feeling the tenderness and care in Street’s movements as he pinches the hem of your dress and pulls it down. It comes from his inherent need to protect, and you thank him softly as you lower back to your seat. The men sitting across from you look at one another, wondering how Street could pay so much attention to you while engaging in conversations, yet fail to see the emotions behind it. Deacon is the only one who understands in any way; it’s a delicate connection between lovers, one that attunes you to the needs of the other without noise or spectacle, but a whisper or a subtle movement that encourages you to act.

After dinner, Tan suggests you meet at a jazz club/coffee shop hybrid that just opened nearby. Annie and Deacon politely decline to go home and be with their kids. The rest of your party finds their way to a booth in the corner, surrounded by dark décor and soft jazz playing under the hustle of the bar.

“I’ll get the drinks,” you offer as you stand.

Street rises with you this time, stating that he will help you carry everything. His presence also keeps the men around the bar from paying you too much attention, and as he stands behind you, he slides your dress strap higher onto your shoulder after it slips. He smooths his hand over your arm, then rests it on your hip.

“Not protective,” Tan repeats at the table.

“He’ll see it eventually,” Luca responds with a laugh.

“Maybe we should help,” Hondo adds, smiling as he looks away from you and Street.

“Keep talking,” Luca encourages.

3.) Street gets jealous and protective while you’re shopping together.

“Which color?” you ask Street. “I like the blue, but I’m not sure it suits me.”

“Every color suits you,” he replies. “The blue is nice. Try the pink, too.”

You nod and pick up your size in both colors to add them to the cart. Street places his hands on the rail and smiles at you.

“Where next?” he inquires.

“We can go to the dressing room. I know you have things to do.”

Street shakes his head and abandons his hold on the cart to pull you against his chest. “Your day, your shopping trip, so we look at everything you want. And then I get blessed with the dressing room fashion show.”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” you murmur.

“Then I’ll pick the next thing for you to try.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?”

Street smiles and rubs your back. “Let’s go see if they have more of those pants you like so much. You said there were other colors when you bought them.”

Nearly half an hour later, you enter a fitting room with twenty items to try on. It seems Street picked more than you, but those are the clothes you’re most excited to try. Outside your stall, there’s a small hallway leading to an open area with a circular couch. Street and three other men sit and wait for their girlfriends to exit and show off their new clothing choices. Street shifts on the vinyl, wondering why the store is laid out to allow everyone sitting here to see anyone coming and going from the fitting room.

“Dalton!” one of the girls calls from around the corner.

“Courtney,” he replies, walking to the entrance. “Yeah?”

“Can you come help me zip this? I can’t tell if it doesn’t fit or if I just can’t reach it.”

“Sure.”

Dalton ventures farther into the fitting room area and Street stands. He already didn’t want these men to see you in the clothes he helped you pick out, but now that one of them has gone into the area where you are, he decides that it would be easiest to stay close. He locates your stall, at the very back, and says your name.

You open the door and smile as you spread your arms, dressed in the pink version of the first dress you chose.

“What do you think?” you ask, not even bothering to wonder why he’s back here instead of in the waiting area.

“Beautiful,” Street murmurs. “Like you.”

“It’s not gonna zip, babe,” Dalton says from one of the other stalls.

That’s why he came back here, you realize.

“I think I like this color on more than the blue,” you tell Street, drawing his attention from the door down the hall. “So, I’m going to try on the pants next.”

“Perfect.”

“Like you,” you repeat with a wink before you close the door.

4.) Street gets protective when you go out with your friends.

“I’m meeting some friends at Guisados,” you tell Street.

He looks up from his game, his eyes roaming over your outfit before landing on your face. His brows pinch together as he considers what you said.

“That’s not a great part of town,” he says. “I can come with you.”

You shake your head and explain, “We’re going for one of my girlfriends who just had a really big breakup. You know, girls’ night.”

“I could drive you down there, though.”

“Street, I’ll be fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

Your eyes widen at Street’s honest argument. He licks his lips but doesn’t say anything else.

“I’ll check in often,” you promise. “I get that you just want to stay close, make sure everything is okay, but it’s just not the night for that.”

“It’s not the night to keep you safe?” Street replies.

“I didn’t say that.”

Street takes a deep breath, then nods. “I know, I’m sorry. I just- I see the worst parts of LA every day, and I don’t love the idea of you in that area after dark. Please check in, and you should stay together.”

“We will.”

You bend forward to kiss Street, and when you pull back, he cups the back of your neck and pulls you in for one more kiss.

“Be careful,” he pleads softly.

“I’m coming home to you,” you promise. “I always will.”

For the next few hours, Street sits in silence, dressed and ready to run out the door as he watches your location on his phone. You see the notification that he’s viewing it, but you can't blame him if it makes him feel better.

“Sorry,” you tell your friends when your phone chimes.

You expect a text from Street, but the message from Victor Tan reads: Why does Street have us ready to roll during your girls’ night? Planning to pull a bank job?

Smiling at the message, you type your reply that he’s just being protective, as usual. The laughing emoji he sends makes you wonder if Street’s team is as aware of his jealousy and overprotectiveness as you are. Then you have the wonderfully terrible idea of asking them if you should test his limits. Street doesn’t deserve it; his desire to keep you safe comes from his experiences and job, and you love him, even his jealous pout and protective actions.

5.) Street gets overprotective when you’re injured.

“I see here that your emergency contact is Jim Street,” the nurse reads. “Is that still correct?”

You hum, imagining Street's reaction if he gets a call from White Memorial Hospital informing him that you’ve been injured.

“He’s actually at work,” you reply. “Could you call his commander instead and have him pass on the message? Preferably when my boyfriend is off duty?”

She nods and says, “I understand.”

The doctor clears you three hours after you arrive by ambulance, and you haven’t heard from Street yet, so you’re not sure he knows what happened. But you need a ride, so you’ll have to call someone.

“Hey,” Street greets. “I was just thinking about you.”

“Hi,” you reply.

“What’s wrong?”

“Promise not to freak out.”

“What’s wrong?” Street repeats, his voice tighter than before.

“Give the phone to someone else,” you request softly.

“No, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I will, but please let me talk to one of the other guys first.”

Street grumbles, but a moment later, you hear Deacon ask, “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” you begin, “I’m at White Memorial and need a ride but I don’t want Street to freak out when he finds out what happened.” Deacon hums, and you explain, “I was walking down a sidewalk, and some guy swerved onto it. I jumped back when I saw him coming, but I sprained my ankle and fell, so they wanted to make sure I wasn’t concussed and hadn’t broken anything. All that’s wrong is the sprained ankle.”

“That’s good,” Deacon says. “I’ll bring him.”

“You’re the best, thank you, Deacon.”

“What?” Street demands as he takes the phone back. “Deac will bring me where?”

“Deep breaths, Street,” you remind him. It’s odd, considering he’s usually the one to calm you down. “I sprained my ankle, but I’m at White and need a ride home.”

“How’d you do that?”

“I- I think maybe I should tell you after you get here.”

The moment Street exits Deacon’s passenger seat before the car even stops, he’s pulling you against him to get the weight off your wrapped ankle and asking you yet again what happened.

“A guy swerved onto a sidewalk, and I fell jumping out of the way,” you explain. “I’m okay, I promise.��

“Did they arrest him?”

“He won’t be doing it again,” you answer.

Street’s brows furrow and Deacon fills in, “He ended up here, too, Street.”

Street looks back at you, and you explain, “He had a heart attack. That’s why he swerved. I found out a few minutes ago, Hondo called and told me it was on the accident report.”

“You’re never going anywhere alone ever again,” Street says, hugging you tightly.

“Oh no,” you deadpan. “Whatever will I do?”

1.) Street gets jealous when Hondo flirts with you, unaware it’s a setup to expose his overprotective tendencies.

“We can’t take this anymore,” Hondo says as you enter SWAT HQ.

“Where is he?” you inquire.

“Sulking somewhere because you disabled your tracking software,” Luca answers.

“My phone died,” you reply. “What do you suggest we do?”

“He won’t admit that he’s jealous and overprotective,” Tan begins. “So we need to show him that he is.”

“When is he most like that?” Luca asks.

“Uh… the worst I ever saw him was when a man flirted with me while we were out together.”

“We can do that,” Hondo states with a smile.

“I don’t like that smile,” Deacon murmurs.

“It might not end well for you,” you point out. “I had to talk him down from punching the last one.”

“I can handle Street; you just prepare to fight off the temptation to take me seriously.”

You roll your eyes and follow Hondo, hoping things do not worsen after this. Luca promises everything will be okay, and you desperately try to believe him.

A few minutes later, you wait in Hicks’ office with Hondo. “Where is she?” Street asks from outside.

“Here we go,” Hondo whispers.

“Sure,” you reply with a smile, perched on the corner of Hicks’ desk while Hondo leans toward you.

“Street always says you’re pretty, but your beauty… there’s not even a word for it,” Hondo flirts.

“Stop,” you reply, giggling as you gently push Hondo’s shoulder. “Hondo-“

“You’re too good for him,” he murmurs. “You know that right?”

You smile, not at what Hondo said but at how hard he’s trying not to laugh.

“Hondo!” Street bellows from the door. “A word?”

Hondo straightens and turns toward Street.

“Hey, Street,” you call, waving. “Hondo was keeping me company while I waited for you.”

“I can see that. Hondo?”

“Did you know she wears that outfit just because you picked it out?” Hondo asks.

Street’s anger melts into confusion momentarily. He isn’t sure what’s occurring, but he knows he doesn’t like it. Hondo reaches toward you, and Street is ready to snap before you pass Hondo his phone.

“Oh,” Street mumbles.

“Can I ask you something?” you inquire.

“Of course,” he answers.

“These reactions aren’t because you don’t trust me, right?”

“Absolutely not! I just… there’s some part of me that makes me desperate to keep you safe.”

“That’s called love,” Deacon says, stepping into the office with Luca and Tan.

“With a bit of jealousy because you know how good you’ve got it,” Luca adds, winking at you.

“You did all of this just to make me admit that I get jealous and can be overprotective?” Street asks.

“I didn’t work alone,” you defend. You stand from the desk and walk to Street before you say, “Besides, Hondo isn’t even my type.”

Hondo scoffs behind you, but you ignore him as you hug Street.

“I appreciate everything you do for me,” you whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he replies, tightening his grip on you. “Sorry I take it too far sometimes.”

“Honestly… it’s kinda hot.”

“No,” Tan groans.

“Why would you tell him that?” Luca questions.

“We were trying to fix him!” Hondo laments.

“You can’t fix what Street’s got,” Deacon points out. “As long as he’s in love, this is normal.”

“So, you do the same thing for Annie?” Street asks.

“No,” Deacon answers.

Street raises his hands in question, and you murmur, “Because they’re not us.”

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Louis, a broke omega librarian, finds his quiet life in Vienna turned upside down when he meets a charming four-year-old boy named Venus, who insists that Louis is his "Mama." When Venus's father, Harry—a powerful and dangerous mafia leader—offers Louis a lucrative job as the boy's full-time nanny, Louis steps into a world where love and danger are deeply intertwined. As Louis grows closer to Harry and Venus, he discovers the perilous secrets of Harry's underworld life. Their unexpected connection sparks a passionate romance, but with Harry's enemies closing in, Louis must navigate a treacherous path where his heart and life are at risk. This is a thrilling tale of love, danger, and the irresistible pull of two souls drawn together against all odds.

16) Brat Camp | Explicit | 93,099 words

Bratty sub Louis Tomlinson gets sent to ‘Brat Camp’. Dom Harry Styles is the Counsellor assigned to him, tasked with correcting his attitude and behaviour.

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There's No Escape (Part 6)

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Summary: As you process the fact you're now pregnant with your captor's child, you experience the aftermath of the trauma he's endured in the past.

Pairing: yandere!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Word Count: 2.7k

If any of the warnings below trigger you, please kindly pass on this fic 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life; if you feel this way, please go touch grass. You are solely responsible for your own content consumption

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL YEET YOU INTO THE GODDAMN SUN. Thank you!

Warnings (may not apply to all parts): Sex, gaslighting, swearing, stalking, acts of violence, blood, dubcon, kidnapping, pet names (baby, doll, angel, sweetheart, etc.), PTSD triggers, unprotected sex, forced breeding, daddy kink, manipulation, oral (m and f receiving), choking, overstimulation, knife play, gunplay, masterbation, drugging, tokophobia, Stockholm syndrome if you squint. Long story short, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. More warnings could be added in the future.

Tags: @lipglossanon, @ghostkennedy, @explorevenus, @nexyswrites, @ilookatlater, @shroomietrip, @dollrxst, @lomaeuwu, @aliet, @luniaxifics, @miwsolovely (Shoot me a message or an ask if you want to be added to the list!)

A/N: I am sooooooooooooooooooo sorry this took so long to put out! I had massive writer's block with this one. There's a ton of angst in this one, fair warning. Enjoy!

EDIT!!! I forgot to mention there's a nod here to Venus' AI Leon shenanigans as they helped break my writer's block, thank you Venus!!!

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The days following the bombshell that was finding out you’re pregnant with Leon’s child were a blur. Most of the time you moseyed around the house, almost in a catatonic state, your mind in denial about the whole thing. Pregnancy and childbirth were two of your biggest fears and they were now a terrifying reality. This morning was no different, you lay in bed on your side, staring off into space as several tears stream down your face. Dark circles were under your eyes from crying almost every night; you also refused to eat, Leon usually had to force feed you. 

You feel Leon shift next to you as an arm wraps around your waist. You feel him bury his nose into the hair on the back of your head, inhaling deeply.

“Good morning, my pretty princess, did you sleep well?”

You don’t answer him, you simply continue to stare at the wall. You hear Leon let out a frustrated sigh.

“Baby, can you please answer me? Daddy’s worried about you.”

“I slept fine.” you reply curtly.

Leon forcibly turns you to face him, and you watch as he furrows his eyebrows at you. 

“You know it’s not nice to lie to Daddy.” he says, “come here.”

He gets out of bed, pulling you with him to stand in front of a full length mirror.

“See how pretty you are? And the best part?” Leon says before placing his hands on the lower part of your belly, “there’s a part of me inside you now.”

You feel your stomach sink as you look at your nude form in the mirror, your eyes catching a glimpse of Leon standing behind you, his blue eyes locked on you in lust. 

“I can’t wait until you start to show, sweetheart. That way I can show the whole world who you belong to.”

Leon presses a kiss into the back of your head before continuing.

“Daddy will take such good care of you and our baby; you won’t have to lift a finger, all you need to focus on is being a good princess and having all of Daddy’s babies.”

You shiver briefly, bringing your arms up to hug yourself as Leon wraps his arms around you, kissing the back of your head and rocking you back and forth in an attempt to comfort you. 

“Here, let’s get you dressed and I’ll make us some breakfast, hm?” Leon says, letting you go and approaching the closet to pick out your outfit for the day. 

He grabs a pair of really short denim shorts with a white tank top, putting the clothes on you before getting dressed himself, putting on a pair of black cargo pants with a gray tank top. He gently grabs your hand, coaxing you towards the kitchen to have breakfast. 

In the kitchen, Leon is cooking bacon and eggs while you sit at the kitchen table, fiddling with a pen that is on the table in your hands. Leon makes up two plates, putting one in front of you before sitting next to you at the small table. You’re reluctant to eat at first until Leon shoots a glare at you. 

“You need to eat, don’t make me force you again, sweetheart,” he warns.

You let out a sigh as you begin to eat, fighting back tears that are welling in your eyes.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, watching you like a hawk as he finishes his breakfast “you’re eating for two now; I have to make sure you’re getting enough to eat for both of you.”

The statement sends chills down your spine, but you somehow finish your breakfast despite it. Once you’re done, Leon collects both the plates and silverware to put them in the sink before leading you into the living room. He sits in his usual chair, coaxing you onto his lap as he turns on the TV to get the news.

He runs his fingers through your hair as he places gentle kisses on your check and along your neck, “I’m so excited to start our family, I’ve dreamt of this for so long…”

“Is that because of what happened in Raccoon City and Spain?” you reply mindlessly.

You feel Leon tense up beneath you and you quickly realize your error; you aren’t supposed to know about Raccoon City or Spain. You feel Leon’s cold blue gaze boring a hole into you before he shoves you onto the floor.

“You’ve been in my office haven’t you?!” he growls, his eyes filled with rage as you get on your knees to stand up.

“Daddy, please… I’m sorry, the door was open and--”

He stands up from his chair and slaps you across the face, causing you to fall over onto the floor. He bends down, grabbing you by your hair to stand you up on your knees again.

“Give me one good reason to forgive you, princess,” Leon growls, tightening his grasp on your hair.

It made you sick to even think about it, but you knew one thing that would quell his anger, “think about our baby, Leon…”

You watch his expression soften a touch, but his grip on your hair remains. Without saying a word, he begins undoing his belt and pants with one hand, pulling out his half hardened cock from his pants.

“Let me fuck and cum in your pretty little mouth, then maybe I’ll consider forgiving you, sweetheart.”

He sticks his thumb in your mouth, prying your mouth open before shifting himself closer, pushing his cock inside your mouth. Immediately he starts thrusting into your mouth, causing you to gag as his cock pushes against the back of your throat; he was doing this for his pleasure, not yours.

Tears pour down your face as you grasp onto his hips in an attempt to slow him down, but it’s futile; he is relentless. Letting out a lust filled growl, Leon looks down at you, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, relishing in the sight of him ravishing your mouth.

“You are going to swallow every drop of my cum, do I make myself clear?”

You try to nod, but Leon’s insistent thrusts into your mouth make that almost impossible; all you can do is gag. A few more minutes pass. Leon’s grip on your hair tightens as his hips push into your mouth. You feel his cock pulse violently as ropes of his cum shoot into your throat. You continue to gag, now afraid you’re actually going to choke on his cum. He holds himself in your mouth until his cock finally stops twitching. He pulls out of your mouth, your lips making a distinct ‘pop’ sound. Inevitably, some of his cum leaks from your lips; you struggle to swallow it all.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Can’t swallow all of Daddy’s cum?” Leon asks, his tone patronizing.

You finally manage to swallow most of it before looking back up at him, “I’m… I’m sorry, Daddy, there’s so much.”

He grabs you by your shoulder, forcing you to stand up before he grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder, “I told you to swallow all of my cum and you didn’t, you bad, bad girl.”

You see that he’s carrying you to the timeout room and you start to struggle, kicking and screaming in his grasp until he drops you onto the bed in the timeout room, fastening the collar around your neck. He kneels down so that he’s eye level with you, the rage he’s holding back apparent in his blue eyes.

“Not only did you go somewhere you weren’t supposed to, sweetheart, but you didn’t do what I had asked you to. You’re going to stay in this room all by yourself until tomorrow morning so you can think about what you did wrong, understood?”

You nod, your eyes red and puffy from crying. You watch Leon stand up, not even giving you a second glance as he walks out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Leon is restless as he lays in bed, staring at the ceiling. This was the first night he slept alone since bringing you here. Every time he closes his eyes, that night in Raccoon City comes rushing back to him, the groans of the undead haunting his subconscious. He felt a chill go through him, which immediately brought him back to when he was infected with Las Plagas, causing him to lay on his side, wrapping his arms around himself. 

You were the only one that kept the darkness of the past away and boy did he yearn for you now. But you were being punished and he needed to see that punishment through; he was not about to let you see him like this.

However, as time passed, his body began to tremble and he could feel a panic attack coming, something he hadn’t experienced since that night you had disappeared from his apartment back in D.C.. Grabbing a pillow, he stuffs his face into it and screams, unable to get the awful images of that night in 1998 out of his head. Why did you have to bring it up? Why were you in his office to begin with? He wanted to forget that night, the night his innocence was taken away from him. 

He graduated at the top of his class at the police academy, his heart full of light and hope. Filled with a desire to help people. The bright, hopeful police officer died that night in Raccoon City, leaving behind a jaded man full of anger and hate at the horrors and corruption he was exposed to. 

Clutching the pillow, trying to pretend it was you, he violently sobs, his voice no doubt echoing through the house. After what seems like hours of this, he couldn’t take it anymore. He tosses the blankets off himself and walks into the bathroom, flipping the light on before looking at himself in the mirror. His eyes were puffy and red with dark circles under them. He looks like hell. Turning on the sink, he splashes cold water onto his face before leaning over the sink, breathing heavily. He turns and leaves the bathroom, shutting off the light. He walks out of the bedroom, heading straight to the timeout room. 

He stops in front of the shut door, pressing his palm against it, dragging his hand down until his hand meets the door handle.

He unlocks the door.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You were startled awake by the sound of someone wailing. You were kind of irritated because you had just managed to finally fall asleep after exhausting yourself from crying. The first thought that crossed your mind was ‘oh great, is this place haunted?’ but no, you realize quickly it’s Leon. The wailing finally stops after awhile, much to your relief.

You close your eyes to go back to sleep until you hear the door to the timeout room unlock and open, the door letting out a creaking sound as it slowly swings open. You keep your eyes shut, thinking that if he thinks you’re asleep that he’ll go away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Leon walks into the room, shutting the door behind him. You feel him collapse onto the bed behind you; you feel him press himself against you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. That’s when you feel it, his body subtly shaking and you hear soft sounds coming from him.

Is he crying…?

You open your eyes, turning over to look at him slightly, “Leon?”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” you hear him say, “I couldn’t do it, I’m not strong enough… it won’t stop…”

You turn over completely to face him, looking into his bloodshot blue eyes, “what won’t stop?”

“I couldn’t save them… I couldn’t save anyone…” Leon says, “I can still hear them…”

You realize he’s talking about Raccoon City and, judging by the report you read, he witnessed some truly horrific things that clearly scarred him. Your mind starts racing, trying to think of a way to calm him down so that you can go back to sleep. You recall the Kennedy Report, finally.

“But you were able to save the President’s daughter, weren't you?” you reach out, gently caressing his cheek, “you also stopped a horrible parasite from spreading. That’s something, isn’t it, Leon?”

You watch as his breaths slow down, his expression softening as a smile forms on his lips, a genuine one. You hadn’t seen that smile since when you first met him. For a minute you forget that he’s completely deranged. He pulls you in close, kissing the top of your head and he quickly falls asleep and, thankfully, you do, too.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

The next morning, you and Leon ate breakfast in complete silence. You mindlessly push your food around on your plate as Leon stands at the kitchen sink, doing the dishes. You look up at him, the silence now unbearable.

“Do you… want to talk about last night?” you ask hesitantly.

“No.”

You feel your heart sink, clearing your throat before continuing, “I think we should, Leon.”

“You’re becoming awfully comfortable with addressing me incorrectly, my sweet,” Leon says, his voice like venom.

You roll your eyes since his back is turned to you, “it’s not going to get easier if you keep ignoring it.”

He turns around, narrowing his eyes at you, “drop it. Now.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy… I’ll stop,” you say, conceding defeat.

“Good girl.”

The sudden sound of his cellphone ringing in his back pocket made you nearly jump out of your skin. Leon groans, pulling it out and answering it.

“Kennedy speaking… no I can’t come to Bangor today…”

Bangor… as in Bangor, Maine?

“What do you mean the President is here? Fuck… fine, I’ll be there in a couple hours,” Leon hangs up his cellphone, turning to face you, “I have to go into town, can I trust you to be good while I’m gone?”

He doesn’t realize his slip up���

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be good, I promise.”

Your mind was now racing, trying to fathom where in Maine you potentially were until you suddenly recall a conversation you had with Leon when you two started dating.

“Yeah, I have some property up near Baxter State Park in Maine; I’d like to retire there someday!”

He inadvertently told you where he was going to take you without even realizing it. But what were you going to do with this information? You had no way of communicating with the outside. You finish up your breakfast with renewed vigor as Leon gets ready to leave the house.

Leon comes out of the bedroom, wearing one of his leather jackets with a dark blue button up shirt and a pair of jeans. Admittedly, he was very attractive in this outfit. You must not have hid that on your face very well because he gives you a playful smirk.

“Like what you see baby? Too bad I have to leave you, otherwise I’d fuck you right here. Unfortunately, I can’t refuse an order from the President."

He walks up to you, cupping your head in one of his hands and kissing the top of your head, “I’ll be back later, be good, ok?”

You watch Leon leave the kitchen, listening to the front door open and squeak closed, leaving you with your thoughts. Grabbing your plate, you bring it over to the sink and finish washing the dishes that Leon had started. Your mind continues to race over the fact that you now had a general idea of where Leon has taken you; you had to think of a way to take advantage of this.

You finish up the dishes, drying off your hands before going into the living room. You sit in Leon’s chair, turning on the TV and mindlessly flipping through the channels. You can’t seem to focus, your eyes wandering the room instead of staying on the TV. Your eyes settle on the front door, your eyes widening in shock.

The front door is unlatched.

Part 7

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in the spirit of "o'brien doesn't actually suffer the most, it's just that all his suffering takes place in special Suffering Episodes": a complete ranking of ds9 characters by how much they suffer

(including recurring guest stars but not villains. i don't care how much gul dukat suffers. he could get hit by a fucking bus for all i care!!) 1. kira nerys. undefeated galactic suffering champion. literally goes back in time to find out if her mom died in a concentration camp when she was a small child like she thought and somehow the answer she gets is, to her, EVEN WORSE THAN THAT. o'brien could never.

2. odo. lab experiment childhood, spends 5 seasons pining tragically for the station’s most eligible terrorist, seeks his family only to find out they're genocidal maniacs, every small innocent being he tries to parent either dies or runs away, he has to return to said family to end a war! odo suffers so much actually??

3. benjamin sisko. loses his wife, becomes an unwilling messiah, forced to leave his family (the most important thing), etc.

4. miles o'brien. ok fine sure he does suffer a lot. not like kira does tho!!

5. garak. most of his suffering is pre-show but that suffering is BAROQUE. and then daddy never tells him he loves him and he indirectly causes his mother’s death

6. nog. after 6 seasons of minimal suffering, our baby boy suffers a LOT

7. jake sisko. not counting "the visitor" (it was a different timeline!). if the show put Jake through any additional suffering, i would wail and cry. His primary sufferings are pre-show (mom's death) and end-of-show (dad is gone and can't say when he'll return), but they are significant. at least he has, and loves, a wonderful stepmom!

8. kassidy yates. SPEAKING OF. her primary suffering is going to jail for the standard federation prison sentence (6 months, which is also what garak got for attempted genocide!!!!!), but then also losing her beloved husband to the celestial temple like almost immediately after, which is kind of a lot

9. keiko o'brien. a lot of miles’ suffering is hers also, and also she gets possessed by a demon after spending the first few seasons trying to find a new fulfilling job despite her husband moving her, a botanist, to a barren space station on which all life withers

10. jadzia dax. happy-go-lucky sex worm who has never experienced a "problem" until gul dukat throws a death basketball at her at age 35, so idk it evens out

11. julian bashir. gets kidnapped a lot and has a backstory so angsty that it's hard to tell whether he's even technically the same person he once was. HOWEVER, he's a goofy lil sexual harasser which makes it very easy to overlook his suffering!

12. worf. virtually all of his suffering is his own fault and he universally responds to it by creating more suffering for his own perverse ends. however, he does get disgraced from his people (his fault), lose his wife (not his fault but also why was she the only person left on the station when she literally FLIES THE SHIP most of the time??), and refuses to ever have fun (his fault)

13. leeta. perky and happy. in a great marriage. loves her stepson! unionized her workplace! however she is not at the bottom of this list because she is (a) a child of the occupation and (b) has to put up with fuckin quark

14. ezri dax. contrary to her frequently expressed beliefs, many things are easy for ezri

15. quark. when he suffers it's hijinks

16. rom. rom's character development is entirely positive. he goes from being the put upon idiot brother to the self-actualized leader of his people who has a son who loves him and a beautiful wife. the worst thing that happens to him specifically is probably when he masturbates so hard he almost dies and even then the result is he becomes a hero to labor in both his world and ours. things go ludicrously well for him at every turn. he is the winner of ds9

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House fire

ROLLO FLAMME — in which one can predict a student exchange program might go south real quick

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Chapter 1: An undeniable request || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6

"WHAT?!"

"As I have just said, I want the two of you to act as our representatives when Mr. Flamme arrive to Night Raven College in the next student exchange."

The headmage offered the two girls in front of them a smile. Black and white, blood red and sea green, both were staring at their 'beloved' headmage with a look of utter disdain.

"Wait, pause- Who the hell is Flamme?" Hillary gave the girl next to her a confused glance before averting her eyes back to the headmage. Irene only sighed, taking off her round glasses as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Rollo Flamme, Noble Bell's rep and School Council President, he was our guide in Fleur City."

Irene was still haunted by that incident in Fleur City. She thought it was a rare occasion to relax after weeks and months of doing errands for the damn crow, but no. Seven knew he was plotting such a devious scheme.

"Indeed, ahem... Since the student body were rather, well, hesitant when speaking about him, so I believe you two are the best option as his guide in the upcoming exchange program." Crowley said joyfully. "Oh, and by the way, Mr Flamme shall stay at Ramshackle Dorm in the short duration of the program, I truly hope the two of you can do your best to accommodate him."

The headmage went on and on with his monologue, ignoring every signs of refusals from Hillary and Irene.

With Irene and her unforgettable experience in Noble Bell College, she was rather afraid of Rollo still. Who knows what could happen during the entire program when he faced NRC's students, especially her upperclassman Malleus. It would be one hell of a meeting, and like hell she wanted to be the one cleaning it up for the nth time.

With Hillary, who wasn't on the list of students on that trip to Fleur City, her impression about Rollo was practically zero. And it wasn't like she could ask Irene or the others since they wouldn't peep a single word. Though perhaps that was enough signs to guess this Flamme guy was anything but a saint.

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"I refuse."

Hillary immediately shook her head, cutting off Crowley's ramblings as he squawked in surprise. Not like he could force her to do his biddings anyways.

"I also refuse."

Irene followed her lead and answered as well, seeing how Hillary gave both of them a way out. It wouldn't hurt to work with that troublesome girl if it meant one less baggage on her shoulders.

"Oh no... Why must you two treat me, the kindest and most beloved headmage, that way? What a hurtful thing to hear from the Prefects themselves..."

Hillary and Irene could only watched in exasperation as the headmage blabbed on about his so-called kindness and hard work. However, the headmage was never an easy person to deal with, he gave them an unreadable smile.

"Nevertheless, as a careful teacher I am, I have come prepared! So I am counting on you two, Trein-sensei, Crewel-sensei."

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Only after one long session of persuation from two most respected professors on campus, using various tricks and techniques, did Hillary and Irene agree to it, albeit reluctantly. Though it was a golden opportunity for them to upgrade Ramshackle dorm even more. They couldn't let that infuriating headmage win that easily.

"Fine. I promise to lend you some ingredients for your magic research." Crewel shook his head and sighed, looking at Irene with a tired stare.

The little dark pup excelled at everything and destroy every challenges thrown her way, which he was proud of as a Professor. Only that she was so damn stubborn and had a penchant for dark magic.

"Thank you, sir!" Irene smiled as she happily accepted the deal, thinking about all the things she could get from the Potions professor's laboratory.

However, if Irene was already headstrong, Hillary was completely, utterly a hardhead. Trein and Crowley even had to use the library key and give her free reign to it for her to agree.

And so the preparation the student exchange program began...

[still-a-morosexual-help]

okay so lately I have seen a lot of people claim they hate mammon bc he steals from mc, and like there's nothing wrong with disliking a character lol but I don't recall mammon ever stealing from mc?? like the only thing I can think of is that one time in season 1 I think where he was going through their stuff and said he was looking for something to sell (I think?? it's been a while) and beel straight up calling him a liar lmao l'm just wondered if I missed something? or if this is just newer players who maybe misunderstood that one scene? and I figured if anyone would know it would be you lmao

I got so fucking pissed about this (not at you anon <3) cos this is the third time I got an ask like this, that I scrolled all the way down my 'Obey Me Mammon' tag to June/July 2020 and then slowly scrolled my way up pulling all the receipts I could.....I saw this immediately after you sent it and I just finished now...... turns out it takes 5 straight hours to go through my Mammon tag😶

I have answered this exact same ask twice before and I can only assume it's new people? Like honestly you can't play the game for a long time and still think this (they prove this false within the game in LESSON FOUR)

Not only does Mammon NOT steal from MC, he also:

a.) Gets legitimate/legal jobs whenever he wants to buy MC something (which is pretty frequently)

b.) Shares the money with them when he comes into a large sum of money

But anyway here are the links to the posts talking about all this:

(everything is directly taken from canon or based off canon)

A.) No he doesn't steal from MC

• Full Summary of the Lesson 4 locked chapter where he goes through MC's stuff and a compare and contrast of what we know about Mammon from future lessons, events, devilgrams

• First post talking about this, goes more into detail about him not stealing from them

• Second shorter post about how he doesn't steal from them

• They're literally Partners in Crime

• He straight up refuses the Midas touch (multiple times I believe) after realising it means he won't be able to touch MC anymore

• HEADCANON that maybe he steals/borrows their clothes, with their knowledge, to wear

• In the small introductory manga page they say the thing he likes as much as money is MC

• In S3 he admits to loving MC more than he loves money

B.) He goes out of his way to get MC Presents (which we works actual jobs to earn money for)

• Mammon at the Office Devilgram, where he gets an actual office job so he can buy MC a watch he saw them looking at

• In the Movie Date Devilgram he rents out an entire theatre for the two of them because it was the anniversary of the day they first met

• In the You Always Ride Shotgun Devilgram he rents out a pool for the two of them

• He's always giving MC presents

• Usually he buys matching things for them

• He buys them shoes in their favourite colour

• Mammon's love language

• He wants to share his winnings from a lottery with MC

• He finds a secret second map in the pirate au event and tells only MC so they can share the treasure

C.) It's not just MC, he puts the others before Money too

• In the Presents From Mammon Devilgram he buys presents for everyone

• In The Guardian Demon Devilgram he saves a 9yr old orphaned homeless human girl from a mugger, fosters her and plans to pay for all her needs until she's an adult/can provide for herself - which is why he's always in debt to the three witches who look after her for him, there's also extortion going on from them towards him

• He'd rather lose the entire fortune he won than make Luke upset

• List of times he's put others before money

• He straight up tells Luke he doesn't mind missing out on a reward as long as it means Luke is alright

• Socks for Beel

• He gets a stone for his birthday which can give him whatever he wishes for, he wishes for fortune to come to whoever has the stone and then gives the stone to a student who tried to hurt him

D.) How Mammon works as a character

• Solmare makes you form certain expectations about him and then starts breaking them within the next few lessons and it's amazing to witness

• Friendship, Actions & Reality Vs Calling MC 'Servant'

• Mammon, MC and their Friendship

• Mammon being smart and why he comes off as an idiot

• His thoughts about himself vs MC

• He's actively changing and growing as a character and he knows it

• How Mammon actually views himself

• Why there's a difference in his level of affection in public vs privately

• Jerk with a heart of gold trope but better

• Mammon and how much he cares about consent

• How outsiders see Mammon vs how people from the city see Mammon vs how his close friends and family see him

• Chasing some creep away from MC

• How his relationship with MC changes and grows throughout the season

E.) Other reasons to love him

• Examples of how much he loves MC

• How supportive he & MC are of each other

• Some of his funniest moments

• He's objectively terrifying

• Mammon being a good brother

• He's extremely ride or die for MC

• He waits for MC when they've got to stay late at RAD for other work

• Despite being an ancient being all his best memories consist of the time he's spent with MC

• He created a whole line of toys based around missing MC

• Everything he says about loving MC in his 2022 birthday event

• List of things he's good at

• The amount he loves MC

And this is just a few of my posts about mammon, his character and what there's to love about him

And look it's MORE than okay for people to dislike a character but at least dislike them for something that actually happened?

[medical-anon-whau]

Heya!

@bleedingichorhearts @kit-williams @egrets-not-regrets @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

I've got another life update for everyone. Per suggestions, I was able to ask the Ultramarine how I should dress when meeting with the person in charge, and dressed accordingly, which was semi-formal. I had to run out real quick to get an appropriate pair of dress shoes before the meeting, but I managed alright.

I was rather surprised that Stalker did, in fact, show up to the meeting, but it'd definitely possible that they contacted him via Mysterious Astartes Methods. He accused me of a number of things, and here are the list of "charges"

1) aiding and abetting a "Fallen" Dark Angel

2) refusing to allow an Interrogator Chaplain to complete his sanctioned duties

3) defacing astartes armor (Jerk is still covered in glitter. I have the paint and glitter bombs on my person right now in case be pulls some more nonsense)

4) Colluding willingly with an Alpha Legionnaire to torment a Loyal Astartes

5) Distracting A Dark Angel during the course of his duties.

Now, I'm no law expert, but I figured he might pull some letitigous bullshit and have been doing some research on my own. I wasn't entirely sure what the Ultramarine Base Commander was going to say in response, but I pointed out that;

1) In the country that I am living in and so are they, the lawful government does not, to my knowledge, recognize the authority of Astartes Chaplains when it comes to crimes accused or actual committed by an astartes BEFORE THEY CAME TO EARTH

2) they did not involve local law enforcement before attempting to take the Fallen in question who has been the primary caretaker for a chronically ill and weakened human in good faith for the better part of a decade. I also got statements from both the human and their neighbors about the character of the Fallen and his daily activities, as well as from my patient's family

3) he has been harassing and willfully intimidating me with the intent to scare - which are both actual crimes - for over two months now. I have been keeping as accurate an account of each instance and brought a copy of that journal with me to the meeting (I have several copies of all the information I brought with me, in case Jerk tries anything. I also left this Intel with both Fallen and the Alpharii) for the base commander or whoever to read through at their convenience.

4) talking with other people who he's also deliberately antagonizing to try and get him to stop is not a crime, and the Alpha Legionnaire (I did not reveal that I know for a fact there are at least three of them in that house - more about the third Alpharius later) is concerned for the long term effects the stress of Jerk tormenting me will have on the care I'm able to provide to his sickly patient, and had suggestions on how to get Jerk to back off when I asked for them.

5) I JUST WANT HIM TO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE AND STOP HARASSING FAMILY OF MY PATIENTS! JUST FUCK OFF!

Noooot that I deliberately cursed Jerk in front of the base commander. I almost cussed him out several times though. The giant fucker is tapdancing on my last nerve.

The base commander was quiet and seemed thoughtful at the gathered evidence I had provided for him. He began talking in a language I don't understand, and Jerk periodically answered back. He started getting agitated the longer the Mystery Talk went on.

A half hour of conversation I did not understand later and the base commander said that he was going to be restricting Ghaliel (Jerk's Actual Name, apparently) to base for the next month, and to report him if he breaks his restriction.

That was two days ago. So far, Jerk hasn't been trying to scare me... I was also able to speak with one of the Librarians after the meeting with the base commander.

Apparently, I have a weak bond with an astartes. I really hope it's with one of the Alpharii. They're fun, playful and caring.

Oh right! The third Alpharius!

I happened to stumble across all three of them whispering to each other, the day before I was gonna meet with the base commander, during my shift with their human family member. I'm pretty sure they did that on purpose, as alpharius number 3 handed me the last of the character testimonies I was hoping to get for Fallen in exchange for two glitter-paint bombs.

I don't want to k ow what he plans on doing with them, his cackling was terrifying.

[toffeeanddragons]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 Tags

Thank you so much @idle-brit for tagging me!This was lots of fun :) 💖

My tags: @delyth88, @elymusplant, @galaxythreads, @chemical-processes. No pressure to answer, of course :)

1. Loki (MCU)

As much as I love everyone on this list, there is absolutely no competition for number 1. Loki has been my favourite character of all time for nearly 6 years now (because clearly the best time to join someone's fandom is after they've just been murdered), and is showing absolutely no signs of being replaced anytime soon. I have a Loki blog, for god's sake. The brodinsons are my favourite relationship in any kind of media, ever. I love them so, so much. Loki's a million different things and feelings, all at the same time, all fighting with each other, which makes for a wonderfully complex and nuanced character. Also, he's hilarious. Look at that eye roll. This is a man who hates his life, which makes me feel better about mine. Thanks, Loki.

2. Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

As will become obvious throughout this list, I love me an emotionally traumatised crazy person. Klaus is that. One of the characters who makes me laugh the most, ever, show-stopping dress sense, and a bucketload of unresolved trauma which goes largely ignored by Klaus, the other characters and the narrative itself? It was love at first sight. Their banter with the other characters, especially Ghost Ben (rip) is one of my favourite aspects of the show. Here's to hoping that Klaus won't be getting the Allison treatment in season 4!

3. Pippa Fitz-Amobi (A Good Girl's Guide to Murder)

I binge-read the entire AGGTM series earlier this year, and instantly fell in love with it. Pip is one of my favourite protagonists ever. Impossibly clever, compassionate, obsessive, badass, and a teensy bit unhinged. What's not to love? I would die for her. I'd say that I'd kill for her, but I think she's got that covered. I think she's written in a very realistic way, firstly as a genius 17 year old girl who doesn't really know what she's getting into, and later as a haunted individual who wants to stop investigating but can't. The way she politely knocks on people's front doors to dig up their traumas, accuse them of murder and all-round ruin their lives is everything to me. She is my blorbo. I am so, so excited for the show to come out, and I'm sure that Emma Myers will do a wonderful job as Pip!

4. Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

One of the best-written characters, in one of the best-written series ever. Reading from her perspective is such a delight- she's endlessly suspicious of everyone around her, constantly on survival mode, trusting very few people and relying on exactly no one (to begin with, at least). She's a random teenage girl, from the poorest district, and she wins the Hunger Games. She's so mentally unstable that she has to be sedated, and still she's made to be the face of a rebellion. She's rude, and kind of unlikeable. She adopts all the weakest tributes, at risk to herself, knowing that they won't win. She's doomed to fail by the narrative. She's the it girl of 2010s dystopian YA fiction. Jennifer Lawrence is an amazing actress, who does a beautiful job portraying the depth and conflict of Katniss in the films. The themes and social commentary of the Hunger Games is one of its (many) strong points, and I am so so glad that people are talking about it again, because it is my favourite book series out there.

5. Mitchell Pritchett (Modern Family)

I have no idea what to say about this man, I just love him. He just like me fr. What an icon. Impeccable music taste. I've started saying, "no my god" now, and nobody understands what I'm talking about. Even in a sitcom, my favourite is the one with issues that he refuses to talk about or fix. The episode where he's trying to hide that he dressed up as spiderman makes me cry-laugh. Claire's speech at his wedding makes me just cry. He's not a perfect man, but he's certainly better than everyone else.

6. Shin Tsukimi (Your Turn to Die)

My favourite cringefail loser! I said Katniss was doomed by the narrative in a metaphorical way. This idiot is actually doomed.

No but in all seriousness, I do really love him. Before the beginning of the game, he was just a relatively normal young man- but, when confronted with the inevitability of his own death, he made himself into a monster to survive. He has a violent vendetta against the local badass teenage girl, who is traumatised as hell already and does not need Shin chipping in as well, thank you very much. I love his relationship with Kanna, his biological sister; how he uses her, manipulates her, and still cares for her so much that he dies for her with a smile on his face in the Emotion route. Conversely, in the Logic route, his actions are a direct cause of her death, and I just love how much YTTD hates siblings. I hope that his past with Midori is explored more in either a mini-episode or the final part of the game, because I find it sooo interesting. I'm super excited to see whether he actually has no chance of survival, or whether he makes it out, against the odds, on one of the routes. He's a bit useless, so I won't get my hopes up.

7. Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

I think it goes without saying that Euphoria has its issues, lol. Sam Levinson is an idiot. While a lot of the show (especially season 2) feels shallow and like it doesn't care about its characters, Rue's storylines always have heart and depth and I am so invested in her arc. It's no wonder that Zendaya won 2 Emmys for this role, because her acting is phenomenal! Rue feels so real to me, in the way that she's trying so hard to stay sober but she falls down and relapses time and time again. Recovery isn't linear, but she's getting there, and I adore her with all my heart. Her relationships with Lexi, her mother, her sister, and her sponsor, Ali, are my favourites, and the healthiest for her, in my opinion. Her brief friendship/ romance with Jules may have kept her more solidly sober than anything else in the show, but Jules (understandably) cracks under the pressure of Rue's mental health, and can't be there for her. Rue needs to heal for herself, which she appears to be doing at the end of S2.

8. Max Mayfield (Stranger Things)

Duffer brothers, please just let her be happy.

Despite only being introduced in Season 2, Max has, in my opinion, had the best character development out of everyone on the show. Her growth from someone standoffish, rude, and uninterested in the group (maybe I'm being a bit harsh. She was, like, 12) to someone who is willing to risk her life to help her friends and Hawkins means so much to me. The scene in "Dear Billy" (S4, Ep4) where she escapes from Vecna remains my favourite in the whole show and will probably be burned into my brain forever. Her relationships with Lucas and El are very sweet, and some of my favourites in Stranger Things. Her final line in S4, after all her struggles over the season, being that she doesn't want to die literally breaks my heart. I hope she gets some degree of a happy ending in the final season. She was my first profile picture when I joined this hellsite, and I love her a lot.

9. Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables)

The shenanigans that this girl gets up to never fail to make me laugh. The bit where she accidentally dyes her hair green and then has to hack it all off makes me feel awful for her, but. it's hilarious. Sorry, Anne. Her friendship with Diana is so sweet but also so funny to me because they really are the most chaotic duo of the 1880s. The scene where Anne accidentally gives her alcohol instead of fruit juice is so mortifying but so, so funny. Amidst all of the insane situations that Anne gets into are a lot of really heartwarming moments and relationships. Matthew and Marilla adopting Anne, even though they wanted a boy, because she's so endearing and alone in the world is probably what made me who I am today. I still haven't gotten around to watching Anne with an E, but I've heard it's amazing. I look forward to watching it when I have the time :).

10. Daphne Blake (Scooby Doo)

My first ever favourite character! Another one who I don't have a tonne to say about. She's an icon, she's a legend, and she is the moment. She has done nothing wrong, ever. She knows martial arts, so watch out.

Honourable mentions: Thor (MCU), Finnick Odair (The Hunger Games), Gretchen Weiners (Mean Girls), Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99), Maurice Moss (The IT Crowd), The Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), James (The End of the F***ing World), Ali Abdul (Squid Game).

If you read all of this then thanks, and have a great day!

[sadist1224]

I STILL WANT Mafia!141 AU

Part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/sadist1224/742379650222784512/i-need-the-mafia141-au?source=share

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/sadist1224/742405536052543488/i-still-want-mafia141-au?source=share

The Mafia!In which you, a former second lieutenant of the police, were kidnapped by unknown people while 141 were in another city on their mafia business.

The first alarm is raised by Val, who does not find you at the bar, although you always arrived on time. The woman starts calling and texting you, but your phone is out of the network area, so the second thing she does is go to your apartment nearby. Not finding you there either, she decides to wait before acting decisively, but don't worry. The waiting period will not be so long, in an hour her people will interrogate passers-by in search of witnesses.

Just imagine Price's face, which Alejandro calls right during the interrogation, and on his work phone, while the Ghost beats the next drug dealer to a pulp. The captain stops the lieutenant as soon as he hears the latest news that Valeria has started making a fuss. Her people are questioning civilians, looking for something. Price asks to keep him informed and hangs up. I have a bad feeling in the back of my head.

The guys immediately sense something wrong with this call. Johnny and Gaz exchange glances with the Ghost.

Kyle, who was able to get Van's phone number almost before he left, just in case. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he could call you or not, but that doesn't mean he didn't want to.

Therefore, when they dial your number 5 times in a row, and you still haven't answered them, their anxiety increases significantly.

Alejandro was actually surprised by Valeria's unusual behavior and watched her actions all day, until eventually he and Rudy came back to the bar to interrogate her. And, of course, they didn't find you there.

You, who always smiled so friendly at them when they met and who had already learned their favorite positions on the bar list. Of course, they couldn't help but flirt with you, but how else would they behave with someone like you? How witty and at the same time cute you could respond to Rudy's flirting and to the same extent you could interrupt absolutely any disliked thing addressed to you. You definitely knew your worth, you made great jokes and could support even the most insignificant topic, or at the right moment take the conversation in a different direction.

You are the perfect bartender, and absolutely the man who completely captured the attention of two Mexicans. In fact, Alejandro has already been thinking about how he can lure you to their establishment. You would absolutely fit into one of their restaurants or casinos. If, of course, the guys from 141 hadn't already had their eyes on you.

Yes, the British liked you just as much as they did. The way Johnny ran after you, how easily and often Gaz communicated with you. Or how the Ghost and Price looked at you.

Alejandro is not stupid. He knows how the familiar coldness in the Ghost's eyes changes when he looks at you. Or how Price's eyes look at you with undisguised interest when you once again bring them the best whiskey from your stock. And how masterfully you manage to ignore it. Alejandro is ready to give a standing ovation to your stoic, even expression when you refuse to let Sope join them.

You're a professional. And you're not that simple. The Mexican likes this mystery about you. Only a very attentive person will notice that you've been through some shit. And it seems that the Ghost and Price have already guessed this.

But now, you're not here. Alejandro knows that he has to call Price, tell him about the disappearance of "their" favorite bartender. And he is already ordering Rodolfo to gather his men and comb the streets, because they all know very well how dangerous members of other groups can be. And they have plenty of enemies in the city and beyond.

Johnny, who just can't find a place for himself after the news of your disappearance, cuts circles around the hotel room. If you could see how worried he is… The man is ready to take off right now and go in search of you.

Gaz, who has been sitting tensely on the couch all this time, clutching his phone and nervously glancing at his watch, waiting for Price to finish the conversation with Alejandro. Of course, what did they expect, appearing so often in a bar, and even in your company?

The ghost knew that sooner or later it would happen, but that doesn't mean he's calm. In fact, he already imagines how in one of the shelters he will clearly show your kidnappers that they should not even pull their hands to what already belongs to them.

Of course, they've almost claimed you. You're almost there, even if you don't know it. Price had already thought about it. He already had a rough plan in his head how he could lure you into their family. Of course, he already had the idea to buy out the bar to begin with, but Valeria sent him far away, even with a very profitable offer for her. So the simplest option has disappeared.

But, never mind, he has plans to the last letter of the alphabet. In his head, you fit perfectly between the four of them. In every sense.

But he just can't choose between you and their job. The latter was still more important. That's why Price decides to finish all the business here first, and then deal with your kidnappers. After all, Vargas and the Couple care about you too, so they may not worry a bit.

[dulldoll-0]

Q in Tiktok by TONY or Ray:

Ok!1.what was Isabellas reaction to finding of weather and then keeping her?

2.What has been the most wholesome or cutest that's happened in Isabellas and Walden relationship(as friends or lovers)?

Ans to Q1:

Isabella didn’t know how to react. Completely in a daze after her discovery, staring blankly at the small creature after murdering a few.

She asked herself what to do in that situation. Should she kill and dispose of it like the rest? Keep it? Or keep her loyalty?

She questioned, she learned, denied, and accepted.

Isabella ended up taking in Weather. Raising her in her dorm with Mottheaus for two years with both of them taking turns in taking care of her.

Mottheaus would take care of Weather during the day, and Isabella would take care of her during the night. They were happy that way,— until Mottheaus stopped coming home.

Ans to Q2:

Imma try to answer this as best as I can. As this is a bit toughy to explain 🧍🏻 ( Remember that this is NOT CANON to the actual RF lore or characters, since my fanfiction/ comic has its own twists and such ).

I’m gonna list some stuff with explainations on how their relationship dynamics are.

1.) Physical Touch— Walden would often be the one to ask if he can hug her, either for his own comfort or for hers. Isabella on the other hand, doesn’t usually ask for her own comfort, and only whenever Walden is feeling very stressed, because she needs him to stay calm.

2.) Quantity of Time — Isabella follows him around if she felt it was necessary, even stays in his office without saying anything. While Walden would visit her dorm as much as possible to spend time with Weather and eat dinner, and when Weather would be tucked in bed, Isabella and Walden would spend some short time together, sitting on the couch and watching tv or playing music, laying on her bed-nest while staring at the ceiling, or sharing cigarettes at the balcony, . . . Hardly saying a word.

3.) Words of Affirmation— Isabella isn’t good with words or complimenting people, while Walden would sometimes give simple praises like “good job” “it’s okay” or just words of flattery, even giving her the nickname “Silveryvine.”

There is a lack of communication at some point when talking about their problems. Both having difficulty to express emotions through words. Walden tries, but Isabella refuses to open up to him any further.

4.) Receiving Gifts — The only things Isabella could gift Walden would be some rainbow samples, coffee, and back massages. Walden would gift her with food, let it be a living organism or not, clothes too if she allowed it.

5.) Acts of Service— Isabella’s second priority is Walden, she does anything he asks if she deems it fit. She takes care of him a lot. She knows what he wants or needs at a given time. She’s attentive.— Walden, on the other hand, wouldn’t be as much. The best service he can do for her is give her food, some space and take care of Weather, or avenge her for something.

*Walden is the boss, he’s superior, so he’s more important than she is. — is what Isabella thinks.

* If you ignore the slight bit of deep dependency on each other and playing house,— there isn’t one moment between these two considered to be entirely wholesome, considering both of them aren’t very well-synced in their relationship, it’s all a mixes of yes and no, hot and cold, one of them meeting the others demands and the other failing to do so. Almost like the other is meant to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted.

Safe to say the most wholesome thing about these two’s relationship is that they can learn from each other; touch, much more emotional or personal connection ( tho slowly ), mostly just finding comfort from one another’s presence no matter what state they are in.

I could answered this easier if I wanted to, but come on, I think we were looking for more on how their relationship works.

RF AU by: YourInternetMom.

[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitz x Reader)

1: Blitzø

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It's been 2 weeks since you left rehab and didn't have anywhere else to go. You've been debating whether or not to call someone, but the only people you know you had personally hurt them with this addiction, and you're afraid you're going to hurt them again.

You found a secluded alleyway and sat down on the ground with your bookbag on your lap. Your stomach started to growl, dying to get food in its system. You would steal food, but you really don't feel like getting injured.

"What are you doing out here?"

You jerked and looked up, seeing a guy that's a couple years older towering over you.

"Nothing." Your heart started to race. You've been through shit living out on the streets, but it is your fault isn't it? Got hooked on stimulates, left the circus, left your family, left everyone.

The guy kneeled down to where your faces was inches apart, "Instead of doing nothing you could be doing something," He stood up and put his hands on his belt.

In a split second you stood up as you hit the guy with your bookbag before sprinting. You turned at every corner, trying to get away from him. Lucky for you, he wasn't following.

With your hands on your knees you tried to catch your breath. Fuck, I have to find a place to stay at. You pulled out your phone and started going through your contact list again. Mom, Dad, Dealer, Blitzo.

You can't call your parents, they refuse to let you move in because of you stealing money for drugs. Last time you stayed at your dealers was just not a good time for you.

Blitzo...you really don't want to see him.

You don't hate him, never did. You just don't want to see him again because you did something shitty. So asking for help is the least thing you want to do right now. But if you wait any longer you don't know what can happen to you living out on the streets.

You took a deep breath in and out, and pressed call. It took about 4 rings before he answered the phone.

"Y/n?" Once you heard his voice you wanted to break down.

"I know this is probably a bad time but can I stay with you for a bit?" Your voice cracked.

There was some silence. Blitz felt the 5 stages of grief within 10 seconds. He knew that you were hooked on drugs to the point where nobody would know where you're at, or even if you're alive.

"Sure." He finally agreed. "Do you need me to come get you?"

"Yeah, actually. I'm at the park right now."

"See you in 20." He abruptly hung up.

You sighed and sat down on the park bench. You would see family's at the park, pushing their kids on the swing sets.

In the distance you heard a car squeal and eventually ran into a pole. The window rolled down on the passenger side and saw Blitzo for the first time since you guys were in your late teens.

You grabbed your bookbag and walked to the beat up van, getting inside the car and stared at your lap, not wanting to make any eye contact with him.

"Not going to talk?" He broke the silence, putting the car in drive.

"Thanks for picking me up...I appreciate it." You smiled a bit.

"Where the fuck were you?"

"It's a lot to explain."

"I needed you, Y/n. You knew what happened and yet you decided to leave for good and ghost me? Because you were too caught up in doing drugs?"

"Don't be a hypocrite, you did plenty of drugs." You huffed.

"Yeah but I didn't leave my fucking best friend when they needed me the most!"

"Blitzo-"

"It's Blitz, O is silent." He said with sternness in his voice.

"Blitz, I appreciate you coming to pick me up and letting me stay with you until I can get back up on my feet. But can we please finish the conversation later? I know I ran away whenever you needed me, and yes I feel guilty for it. That's why I didn't call you sooner, I didn't want to hurt you again."

He kept quiet, he wanted to say more, he wanted to yell at you, but he didn't. He doesn't want you to leave him again.

Growing up you guys were best friends, always close to each other, always telling each other things. Blitz only had you and Fizz, and whenever Fizz got severally injured and Blitz wasn't allowed to see him, he needed you. He was already mad at you for leaving the circus just days before Fizz’s birthday, and after? You left for good without a trace.

Blitz knew that you were on drugs way before you originally left. At first he didn't care too much because you needed it to perform "better." As the months went you became addicted to them and he saw that you looked malnourished due to the drugs but he didn't say anything about it, he didn't know what to say.

After the fire, Blitz kept calling you, he needed someone to talk to, to get his mind off of things, but ignored him. You didn't want to and didn't want to be selfish, but you don't want him to see you like this.

"I also have a daughter..so she's sleeping in the only room I have. I sleep on the couch so you can sleep on the floor."

"The floor?"

"I'm not taking the floor."

You were gonna argue back about how you could sleep on the couch with him but you know he probably doesn't want you to even get close to him physically because of the past. "So...your daughter. Who's the baby mama?"

"She's adopted and 22, got her when she was 17."

"Ah..congratulations."

"She might not like you being here..she can be a little..hot headed. But she's sweet! Sometimes.."

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"So...this is your new home." He closed the door. "Bathroom is over there, that's the kitchen, living room, and that room over there is her room."

"And you sure that she don't mind me being here?"

"Oh she's gonna love you!" He doesn't actually believe that. Blitz knocked on her door, "Loonie, wanna come meet a childhood friend of mine? She's gonna be living here with us for a few months."

"No."

Blitz turned around towards you and shrugged, "Yeah knew that was gonna happen."

"Yeah..yeah that's fine. You have a lovely home." You smiled.

"Eh, it's a house. Nothing too important about it. Anyway, go take a shower you smell like shit." He looked you up and down, "and look like shit."

You started walking to the bathroom but he stopped you, "Stay off the drugs, please?"

You nodded your head, "I will."

After you dried off in the shower you began to realize that you have absolutely no clothes. "Fuck." You whispered. You left most of your clothes in that drug house you used to live at and the place at rehab just gave you scrubs since you didn't have any clothes there. This is gonna be so fucking embarrassing. You wrapped yourself in a towel and slightly opened the door, "Blitz?"

"Yeah?" He said from the couch.

"I don't have any clothes."

"Ah shit. Alright um.." Blitz walked over to the bathroom and talked through the cracked door, "you can wear some of mine and then tomorrow buy clothes. You got cash?"

"I just got out of rehab dude. I don't have any money."

His eyes lit up, "Wait! You can work for me!"

"Blitz can we talk about this later? I need clothes!"

"Right, okay, fine damn. I'll bring you a shirt and some shorts or pants or whatever." He started to walk away.

"Blitz, come here." You cringed at what you were about to say next, "I need underwear."

"Go commando."

"I'm a girl..i can't not wear underwear. I'm gonna get like...fuck it why am I even explaining this." You mumbled. "Can i just wear your underwear until I can buy some?"

"Well after you get dress we gotta talk business." He left and fetch a horse shirt, the smallest underwear he could find, and some shorts. He knocked on thr bathroom door again and handed you the clothes.

"Need anything else?"

"Actually yeah..can you bring me a long sleeve shirt instead?"

Blitz rolled his eyes and found his favorite yellow hoodie and gave it to you.

You first put the hoodie on so even you won't have to look at the needle marks. Once you picked up the underwear your eyebrows furrowed, "What the fuck is this?" It was a black thong that said "Suck Here" on the front. I'm hoping this is his and not some other chick's underwear.

After putting everything on you shuffled your feet back to the couch and sat on the other end of it so you wouldn't be close to Blitz.

"Did you like the thong I picked out?" He winked.

"Dare I ask whose is it?" You rolled your eyes.

"It's mine, swear to Satan it's mine. Wait what does it say on the front?"

"Suck here." You deadpanned.

"Oh yeah, it's mine. Alright so, business." He scooted closer to you. "I have a business called I.M.P. get it?" He nudged you, "anyway, it stands for Immediate Murder Professionals, and people down here hire us to kill other people!" He said proudly.

"Blitz, I really don't feel like killing."

""But I need more assassins! Give it a try?"

"No! How about a janitor?"

"Actually that'll work. Think about it," he scooted over and put his arm around you, "A boss and a janitor getting it on!" He lightly thrusted the air.

You narrowed your eyes, "That's disgusting....No."

"This isn't a yes or no you have to work with me."

"What? Why?"

"You don't have a car and it's easier if you work with me."

"Well..it's not like I have a choice."

"Fuck yeah! Working together again!" he playfully shoved you, couldn't help but to make you smile.

"...Soooo when do I start?"

"Tomorrow because I don't want you to keep wearing my favorite hoodie and thong."

You tilted your head, "You gave me your favorite hoodie and thong?"

"I..well..fuck you. Wasn't trying to."

You laughed, "Sure.”

"Ya know I was gonna give you the couch but you're acting like a dick so the floor it is." He crossed his arms.

You knew he was playing, "Good, didn't want to sleep next to you anyway!"

"Get off MY couch, bitch!" He laughed as he reached over and gripped the hoodie before throwing you off the couch.

You landed with a hard thump, "Jesus, Blitz." You coughed.

"Oh shit. My bad."

You got up from the floor and flopped back onto the couch. "Either way, i'm going to sleep right now."

Blitz stuck his tongue out at you before laying down on the other side.

"Aww, you're gonna let me sleep on the couch? How sweet." You teased.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. You were easy to throw because you weighed like nothing and I actually felt bad."

"There it is, I miss the sweet Blitz that I used to know."

He kicked your leg, "Night, bitch."

"Night, whore."

"Night, slut."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP."

[alphabetbill]

Macabre [ HEMLOCK GROVE ] - Chapter 5

~ description ~

A werewolf whose only skill is running from his fears, a half-upir with no idea of the true darkness lying inside of him, and a girl found alive in the woods months after her mysterious death.

Some secrets in Hemlock Grove should have just stayed buried. In a town that isn't so sleepy after all, monsters of all kinds are wide awake under the surface, crawling their way up.

~ warnings~

This story will contain mature and heavy themes that may involve potentially explicit content, gore and murder, talk of kidnapping and stalking victims, animal death, supernatural/paranormal/religious themes and trauma, any other themes not covered in the general description will probably be tagged here at the start of the chapters that other significant warnings apply to.

A list will be linked here upon completion and upload of each chapter:

Cicada and the Snake

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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c h a p t e r    f i v e .

Roman Godfrey

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ROMAN FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THAT JUDE WAS DEAD. It came like a pin drop, like a sudden realisation of something his brain had refused to let him acknowledge before now. It felt much like a sudden jolt, like the ceiling had fallen, like a sudden blow to the gut that ripped the air from his lungs like a parent snatching a toy from a misbehaving child. 

Staring down a tunnel of trees, he felt something shift in his chest, something that squirmed around, rotten and sickly. All of a sudden he didn't want to do this, but Peter was already out of the car and Roman wasn't about to pussy out and leave him to walk this trail alone.

As he got out of the car, lingering at the start of a dingy forest trail, it hit him in the face as though a wall of air had slammed up, begging him to stop, begging him not to go any further into the trees.

He had not been expecting the sadness that came with standing here in this moment, not the terror or the disgust. Somewhere along this trail, his best friend's body had been left to rot. It left him disturbingly interested in a single question- was she still alive when she reached that ditch?

He thought about the dreams, the woods, the torch, the deer. He wondered if she had felt like he did, trapped in place, surrounded by an unseen enemy, unable to run until it was too late. He wondered if it was quick.

He swallowed thickly and followed Peter like a lost dog into the night.

It was just like the dreams.

Pitch black on all sides with the occasional glimmer of town lights over far-off back fences. The reserve trail began on one side of town, and cut all the way through to the other, separating the trailer park from the rest of civilization with a good few hundred metres between, establishing a clear divide between those who belonged and those who didn't. The Godfrey Estate was on a hill, a spectator, floating above it all, removed from everything and always watching. 

The rhythm of the crickets was jangly and distorted as though they were screaming over the top of each other, like a broken record or a scratched CD. The moon was a claw in the sky and not enough light could tear through the foggy pine needle canopy, so they ended up walking in near-complete darkness.

Roman tried to ignore the ball of ice in his gut, the way his skin prickled every time Peter’s flashlight swept through the underbrush.

"So what are we looking for exactly?" he asked, trying to squash out the tremor in his voice.

"Not sure," Peter said again, the same answer he had given the past four times Roman had asked the question but forgot he asked it. "A clue, feeling, sign, scent. Anything that just feels off".

"I don't know about you but this whole thing feels off man," Roman answered as he rummaged through his coat pocket, "might wanna be more specific."

His fingers shook and he almost dropped the cigarette as he lifted it to his lips, fumbling to get the lighter working.

They found the ditch after about twenty minutes. The police tape was gone, but flowers remained there against a nearby tree with a score mark on it. The cheap fake ones that looked nice but meant nothing, not the real ones. Jude didn't even like flowers. They died every time she tried to grow them, she always thought they brought her bad luck. 

The two boys stood up on the ridge and looked down. 

"Fuck!" Roman cursed, stumbling back, his heart in his mouth.

He was staring at Jude's body. 

She was lying on her side, her auburn hair muddy and knotted. Those wide eyes stared back at him but saw nothing anymore, blood spilling, maggots worming through grey flesh. A jagged sob tore from his throat when it flashed into view. 

It vanished when he blinked his eyes open again. Like a glitch, a snag in the folds of reality, she was gone. 

He did not want to blink again.

"You okay?" Peter asked.

"You...you mean to tell me you didn't just fucking see that?" Roman paced, dragging a hand over his face. He sucked on the cigarette, his heartbeat skittering. He wanted out he wanted out. Away from that fucking ditch, away from where he would have to see. 

He felt sick, and his hand fell to his stomach as though to soothe himself. 

"What? See what?" Peter placed his hands on his shoulders as if to shake him out of it. 

"She was here she was-" he gulped. The ditch was still empty when he looked back down. "She was just lying there. For a second I swear to god I saw her."

"I've seen her before too. The first day you dropped me home I saw her sitting in your car," Peter told him. 

They looked at each other in silence.

The shared dreams and the shared visions. 

"Shee-it."

"Shee-it."

Roman and Peter exchanged a tense look before Peter dropped his gaze, searching the ground as though the answers would materialize in the dirt beneath his boots. He moved a few steps away from the ditch and crouched, combing his flashlight over the area, inspecting every twig, every scuff in the mud. Roman kept his distance, standing with his back to the ditch just in case he saw it again.

"The grass is flat right there," Peter said, rising from a crouched position. He jumped down into the ditch, the ridge at about knee height, and stepped up onto the other side where the grass blades were crumpled, crushed in a distinct line that led further into the trees. He gestured for Roman to follow, and he clenched his jaw, hesitating before hopping down and following Peter’s lead.

They didn't go very far along the path of flattened foliage, just far enough that they could still see the path behind them if they turned their flashlights back in that direction. The further they moved, the more far apart the trees seemed to be, the more darkness that swelled between them.

Eventually Peter smacked his flashlight as its beam began spluttering in a weak glow, before it died. 

“It’s dead,” he muttered, shaking it. 

Roman flicked his own flashlight off and back on, but it only gave a dim flash before it went dark too. Both of them stood frozen, his breathing shallow. "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me," he cursed, anger coinciding with his growing fear.

He strained his eyes, peering into the darkness, but there was nothing—no movement, no sound, just the dense weight of shadows pressing in around them. 

He saw them, outlined only by the moon straggling through the canopy.

A line of deer. They stood silently and still in a small bit of clearing, staring out from between the trees with blank, glassy eyes. Five of them, their bodies rigid, all too aware of the two boys sharing their presence. Beside one of them, standing by a doe's legs was a smaller shape—a small fawn.

Roman took a step back, his heel crunching against a twig, and the animals darted off once again and back into the trees as though that moment of limbo, that moment in which the deer had seemed so grotesquely aware, had never occurred.

They made their way back to the walking trail and the flashlights stuttered to life again, neither of them in possession of the words to explain it as they walked back the way they came. Something in the air was telling them to leave, and for the first time in his life Roman was happy to listen.

When the two of them got back to the car, Jude was standing beside it.

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mmm. not sure how i feel about this one.

[serickswrites]

could you add me to the tag list for Eyes Like Fire? also, how to you organize all of your WIPs and tag lists? i can barely keep my few WIPs untangled in my head

- @eyehartart

Hello, friend! I absolutely can add you!

Ok, so the tag list is the easy part because I only tag people who reblog, comment, or reply to a post (the likes are just beyond my brain at this time), and of course if people message or send an ask for me to add them. As for how I organize all my WIP, it's a really shitty system, but I have a notebook that I put all the stories I want to continue in. I put one per page and I put the general plot (like how many parts, what happens in each part) and then when I'm ready to write it, I put it on a word doc (or sometimes they sit in my drafts on tumblr depending on my mood). My notebook is a bit of a monster right now because I have filled it, so I have loose pieces of paper, post its, and notebook paper jammed in it because I refuse to get a new notebook to fill until I finish writing all the pieces in it. I used to have multiple notebooks at a time, but that was really stressful. I highlight a story once it's completely written and I put paperclips on the top of the pages that still need to be written.

I also keep notes on my phone because if the idea strikes and I don't have my notebook with me I have to write it down somewhere. It's really not a good system, but it works for my brain. I continue pieces on request, or if I see that it's getting good traction and I wouldn't mind continuing it. More often than not though, when I post a piece, I already know (and have likely plotted) that it has multiple parts--usually because I envision the ending and have to work backwards.

I hope this answered your questions! In the mean time, please enjoy another 'Eyes Like Fire', which, fwiw, is actually not fully plotted. I am lowkey pantsing this one lol

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warnings: destruction, mayhem, unconsciousness, magic, binding

Villain hadn't moved from where they lay. Hero slowly crept forward. They didn't have any salt, but they couldn't let Villain get up and continue on their rampage. They had to do something.

The demon seemed unconscious, Hero realized as they pulled out their phone. They didn't need salt, but they needed something to bind Villain so they could no longer attack the city.

Hero scrolled until they found a binding spell. They quickly skimmed the spell, reasoning that they would remember it more once they got going.

"I'm not going to let you destroy my home. I'm going to stop you. And send you back to where you came from," Hero muttered as they grabbed the chalk they always kept in their pocket.

The spell was simple, draw a circle of power, draw the binding, say the incantation, and then, boom, demon would be trapped and bound. Hero worked quickly. They couldn't risk the demon waking up. Didn't want to risk. They didn't know why Villain had fainted and they weren't about to question this boon. They just needed to stop the demon.

They stood back to admire their handy work. They had drawn a crude circle around the demon, large enough that they didn't have to get too close--Hero remembered something about their ability to possess different bodies if another body touched their current body. Hero felt bad for whatever person this demon had possessed. Once they bound the demon, they would look up the exorcism spell. One thing at a time.

Hero quickly muttered the spell, they had to do this before the demon woke up. They had to work quickly. Villain groaned as Hero muttered the final word. Villain blinked up at Hero, their eyes glinting with the reflection of fire deep within. Hero had never seen a demon with eyes like fire. "What--" Villain's words suddenly cut off as the magic took its course.

Hero was ready. They had beaten a demon! But as they watched Villain rise and step out of the circle, they realized they had made a mistake. This wasn't a spell that would bind Villain to the circle. This was a spell that bound them to the spell's caster.

"Oh fuck," both Hero and Villain said in unison as they realized what had gone horribly wrong.

Tags: @wankusbonkus@st0rmm@pigeonwhumps @eyehartart

[tamurilofrivendell]

Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 12

Previous Chapters [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11]

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Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Beauty and the Beast inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking and a human reader from a nearby village Taglist: @captainchrisstan​​, @rebleforkicks​​, @yjrevolution​​, @majahu​​​, @honey-wine​​, @accio-boys​​, @achromaticerebus​​, @solomonssimp

You’d found Myleth on your way down the corridor and she had greeted you like an old friend, linking her arm through your own and walking with you towards the dining hall. The way she talked and her mere presence had a way of putting you instantly at ease. She was quite possibly your favourite elf here, the prince a close second. The king, of course, was right down at the bottom of the list.

Myleth steered you to the table where Tauriel and Legolas were sitting, Elros drifting over to join the group soon after and there was a comfortable buzz of conversation as you all ate. You picked at the food, not feeling entirely hungry, though you knew that you had to keep your strength up the best you could.

Legolas watched you quietly for a few moments, studying your movements and your expression. He thought back to his father, the way you stood up to him, the way you’d brought him back from the forest seriously injured even though it meant forfeiting your freedom, the way you’d insisted on tending his wounds when the stubborn king had refused a healer. You hadn’t had to do any of that and Legolas thought you to be a woman of real integrity.

“So.” He said your name, gaining your attention. “What sort of things do you do? Back in your village?”

Everyone turned their attention on you, gazes shining with interest as they waited for your answer. You were a little taken aback by the genuine expressions you saw looking back at you. Did they truly want to know the answer? Why? You were almost as confused by their interest of you as you had been by their concern and worry for the King.

“Well.” You began, having a sip of water before continuing on. “My father and I ran our farm. Most of all, I liked to read.” You spoke in the past tense, telling them what you did, whereas Legolas had asked you what you do.

“You like reading?” Legolas smiled brightly. “Would you like me to get some books brought to your room? I am sure you would like more things to pass your time with while you are here.”

Eagerly, you nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. Books?! You had been going slightly stir crazy shut up in that room all the time with absolutely nothing but your thoughts to entertain you. You had been missing your books so much. Your stories and your knowledge. “Yes please!”

“Consider it done.” Legolas grinned, nodding at you before he moved to stand. Tauriel followed suit, nudging Elros who had whispered something in her ear that you assumed was a joke of some kind. “I will see you later.” Legolas took his leave, the redhead following him. Eventually, Myleth stood and took her leave as well, needing to go and get some work done and Elros drifted away soon after, leaving you alone. You felt quite awkward about this because you were a prisoner so why hadn’t anyone escorted you back to your room? Still, you reminded yourself that the guard hadn’t jumped on you when you left and Legolas hadn’t seemed eager to chase you back. You wondered when the King would wake up and these small freedoms would once again be taken away.

You entertained yourself walking through the twisting hallways, taking in the wonder of the Woodland Realm. It truly was breathtaking, you could never have dreamed up anything so intricate and beautiful in your wildest dreams. Such a shame it was so shrouded in darkness. Eventually, you headed off in the direction of your room, slipping inside with a sigh. Your gaze landed on the little pile of books on the table and your face brightened. Legolas had been true to his word and you moved over, picking up the one at the top of the pile, and opening it. It was a book of poetry and you began devouring it page by page, eventually drifting back off into the most peaceful slumber you’d experienced since arriving in this accursed forest.

When you opened your eyes again, it was incredibly dark, and you figured that it must be late in the night by this point. The book you had been reading had fallen closed beside you, in the process of falling off the bed. You rescued it from its precarious position and swung your legs off the bed, sitting up and looking around the room. There was a tray of bread, cheese, and fruit on the table by the door which told you that Myleth had probably come along while you were sleeping. Standing, you moved over to the food, nibbling gratefully as you fully woke up.

A short time later, you were going stir crazy again. You wanted to read a little more but you found that you wanted a change of scenery. Venturing to the door, book in hand, you eased it open and peeked out. A guard was standing there still and your heart jumped into your throat, but they made no move to stop you as you took tentative steps out into the hall, gathering the courage to keep moving. You breathed a sigh of relief as you rounded the corner, shoulders relaxing a little.

Your sense of direction in this place was still not perfect, though you were sure it wasn’t supposed to be even slightly decent considering you were meant to be shut away and not allowed to wander. You wondered if Legolas had said something to the guard when his father had gotten injured but you couldn’t figure out why he would have bothered. You let your feet carry you, noting how quiet it was, as you took in the architecture and decoration of the place.

When you finally blinked yourself back fully to the present moment, you realised you recognised the hallway you had found yourself in... and the door you were now standing outside of. This was the King’s room. You immediately turned, panicking as you realised where you had ended up, desperate to be away but then something caused you to hesitate. You eyed the door, curious to actually see how he was recovering. You hadn’t seen him or asked about him since you heard the news he’d fallen unconscious due to poison.

Hesitating briefly before deciding to just do it, you reached for the handle and eased the door open. A healer inside the room who was checking on the King looked up in shock but for some reason didn’t say anything, recognising you. They finished up and eventually left you there, for some reason moving to take a seat in the chair next to the bed.

Staring at Thranduil, you shook your head. He was such an idiot for getting himself into this position. Sighing, your fingers opened the book and flicked through the pages. You told yourself that you would stay here for another minute and then you would leave, maybe find somewhere pretty to sit and finish reading, but you ended up perched there for a while.

When Legolas came to check on his father later, he found you still sitting there, now actually reading aloud from the book. He was stunned as he stood there watching you, gaze flickering to his father just briefly before he eased the door closed again before you ever knew he was even there, walking off with a smile on his face.

“--and over Middle Earth he passed and heard at last the weeping sore--”

“...of women and of elven-maids in Elder days, in years of yore...”

Your head shot up at the voice which had joined yours, finishing the next line from the Song of Eärendil which you had been reading out loud. The book nearly dropped out of your hands altogether as you looked over at the bed, finding Thranduil’s eyes now open and fixed on you.

[ltleflrt]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for tagging me @elvenmother 😊

1 - How many works do you have on AO3? 120

2 - What’s your total AO3 word count? 2,055,236

3 - What fandoms do you write for? Dragon Age, Mass Effect, SPN/Destiel, Baldur's Gate 3. I've also written a couple of City of Heroes fic, but those were a special situation, and I wouldn't say I "write for CoH fandom".

4 - Top five fics by kudos (lol these haven't changed in years but number 6 is creeping up on them, so maybe soon this list will be different!)

Kiss the Baker

Satin and Sawdust

No Words

Cursed or Not

Addicted to you

5 - Do you respond to comments? I respond on multi-chapter fics but not on short one shots. Unless it's for a smaller fandom, which for me is anything not Destiel. If there's only a tiny following, I make sure to respond to all of those to keep a connection with the community.

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? No Such Thing As Ghosts

7 - What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Other than the fic in the previous question, they're all deliriously happy endings, so I couldn't pick just one.

8 - Do you get hate on fics? Not often. At most I get a bit of disgust about a side pairing, and it's been years since I've gotten something truly nasty.

9 - Do you write smut? Hells yeah. Patron Saint of Shower Smut babeee!

10 - Craziest crossover? I don't write crossovers, but I have lots of fusion ideas that I'll never write.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yeah, I've had a fic pop up on Wattpad before. They were quick to take it down when I reported it.

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated? Yup a couple. They're linked to the originals on AO3.

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not officially. I've had some extremely hands on beta work, both as the beta and the writer, and @bendingsignpost wrote a lovely prequel to one of my fics 😊

14 - All time favorite ship? Uh...I've written the most and the longest for Destiel, so I guess that's my answer for now.

15 - What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably Shameless, and definitely Descent and For Better or Worse.

16 - What are your writing strengths? I think I'm really good at dialogue that sounds like the character even in an AU.

17 - What are your writing weaknesses? Setting descriptions

18 - Thoughts on dialogue in another language? Love it

19 - First fandom you wrote in? Dragon Age

20 - Favorite fic you’ve written? I refuse to choose a favorite out of all my babies, but I wish more people would read Dreaming in Digital 😆

tagging @jupiterjames @anarchycox @slytherkins @littleraeofsunshineda @joasakura and anyone else who wants to play 💜