#I have the most basic southern accent ever

[trapped-inside-the-vortex]

Headcannon Time #2

Ianto’s Welsh accent was quite strong growing up. When he moved to London, he wanted a fresh start so he tried to mimic the accent until it became pretty much natural. After Canary Wharf, when Ianto moved back to Wales, he noticed his accent coming back. It slowly got stronger and stronger until the day he died.

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

I keep having feelings over alastor speaking france french and its just me being legitimately sad and like "why do u hate southern ppl so much viv :((( why do u want to appropriate voodoo and claim Al's from Louisiana and then not let him sound like he's creole :(("

[mywifealhaitham]

pre release boothill relationship headcanons!!!

a/n: I'm fiending off crumbs... I've wanted to read some x reader of him but theres none so I gotta write it myself. I hope the other 4 boothill fans enjoy

warnings: gn!reader, like 2 gendered pet names (pretty girl/boy), most of this is written with bias because we don't have alot to go off, obviously written prerelease, when we actually get content of him I'll definitely be rewriting

LEAKS AHEAD!!!

bc: Valentine_DD_ on twt

- Boothill is described as a righteous person if his bottom line doesn't get crossed, so he definitely treats you good. probably more on the protective side when it comes to you, he's probably not afraid to use his gun if someone is threatening you.

- and believe me he's intimidating. from his overall tough and "unruly" cowboy look to his mechanical body it leaves enemies just a little challenged. he lowers his voice too and probably has a more fierce look in his eyes too. after any threats have been delt with he probably turns to you and turns into the sweetest thing ever, a wide grin across his face and his hands on your cheeks peppering you with small kisses.

- Its said he's a bit sophisticated due to his experiences so I'd like to imagine sometimes he charms you with facts and details about other planets or just genuinely sharing some tips and tricks he's picked up from other cultures. he's also a person who can get along with others pretty well but he can easily give strangers an impression he's selfish and is a bad person.

- again this kinda feeds into he's basically you'd guard dog... but I mean who wouldn't want to be saved by a handsome and sweet cowboy. despite his unpredictable personality and looks he's a huge gentleman for sure. always opens doors and pulls out chairs for you, makes sure your behind him and okay if any danger approaches and practically listens to your every command (lowkey giving off my girl and I don't argue she tells me to shut up and I do)

- one part I'm so excited to see is what they mean by he's illiterate and using metaphors. it's probably just him using slang but it's still kinda cute. I feel like his cheesy and strange metaphors turn into pick up lines when talking to you. perhaps he'll pull a "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" or something cheesier. Definitely a huge nickname guy, almost never uses your real name. I'm guessing he'd use stuff like doll, sugar, baby, pretty girl/boy and more teasing names. heavy on doll and sugar and just imagine him saying it in a deep southern accent... 😍 kicking my feet. also I imagine he loves making you giggle by not cursing (because he literally cant) and normally he'd get pissed if someone laughed at him like that if it's you he doesn't mind at all.

- that's pretty much it for like analyzing the leaks I saw but now the stuff up ahead is just bias yapping because I always project

- HE DEFINITELY IS A HAND KISSER. greets you by getting on one knee, holding his hat to his chest and kissing your hand. makes eye contact with you too and does that toothy smirk of his IM SWOONINGGG

- maybe he's a dancer! pulls you into his arms and places his hat on your head when a good song plays in taverns. even if your clueless on any type of dances then he'll pull you along to the beat whispering Instructions in your ear.

- gets so lovesick when drunk it drives everyone mad. any folks he's sitting with at a bar gets a whole speech on his wonderful beautiful darling who he owes his live and would happily die by their hand. and may God save you when you come pick him up because he'll be all over you. Immediately he wraps a arm around your waist as he slurrs his hello as he proceeds to tell you he loves you like 40 times. besides the mass amounts of kisses you'll receive once you both reach a private spot he let's some feelings that he might be too shy to share normally, holding your face as he calls you his pretty girl/boy and how he's so lucky to have you.

- honestly not the best for cuddling however unfortunately he needs to cuddle you to sleep so goodluck! his metal body isn't completely uncomfortable it's just cold alot. he tries to get around this by literally preheating himself with blankets before you go to bed.

very bad boothill brainrot atm... only a few more weeks until we get official content 😭 everyone hold hands we got this

here's the actual leaks if anyone is curious ^_^

[backwards360]

tell me about your headcanons about the cultural differences between layers plss

- your favourite sister ever

takes a deep deep deep breath. hello niki. my beloved sister. my favoritest sister ever.

the noob layer (before the evil champion)

very very community oriented

block parties (get it) are really popular!!

a lot of sharing and stuff going on

music!! music is a really big thing!!

accent sounds a bit like theyre singing, almost like theyre dancing with words!! they dont pronounce their vowels fully!!

the noob layer (after the evil champion)

community??? no chance, everyone dies before you get to even know their name (which is why evbo never bothers asking anyone)

really the only sharing they do is when someone is sick or theres a child and occasionally family units share food

cannibalism. yeah. its normal for people to go insane, the noobs probably refer to it as some kind of curse or something bc thats fun

the pro layer (before the evil champion)

everyones neighbors!! less community oriented than the noob layer

more focused on helping each other get better!! regularly helping each other learn fun new parkour things

their accent is kinda like. how do i explain this. their voices tend to be softer and tbh i wanna say they sound like a weird mix of southern and british. dont ask questions.

i dont have much for the pro layer if yall have fun things hand 'em over

the pro layer (after the evil champion)

music is HUGE here between moral boosting events and also playing songs for parkour !!

community oriented but more in the way where family units stick together and everyone else is like. a coworker. like you might be friends and occasionally you might get close with someone but like. ehhhhh

mostly just like. yeah i work in the same general area as this guy

the fighter later (before they were banished)

this layer has the most people because its so hard to rank up so its the one with the most stuff going on!!

libraries!! this is the layer of scholars and shit!!

theres so many people here that the masters come down and hang out here a lot too!!

this is where everyone learns things, theres no schools on the other layers because everyone has the chance to rank up !!

this ones just fun, its got a mix of everything because its the most populated \o/

they have a fun accent i think, tbh i wanna say its similar to new york? idk

the fighter layer (after the banishment)

devoid of basically everything that made it what it was

the most sparsely populated now

everyone is hostile as fuck, by the point we see it in canon everything's been combed over tens of hundreds of times so if someone sees someone else its safe to assume one of them is getting mugged

unless its a seawatt situation but whatever

some bonds still remain and theyre as strong as ever now

everyone either has fashioned masks out of their clothes or just has the most fucked up throat from the frequent sandstorms.

the master layer (before the evil champion)

not much going on up here!! they normally hang out on the fighter layer

huuuuuge showoffs but like in a fun way!! performances!!! wow!!!

theyve got a bit of twang in their voice i think bc yes.

the master layer (after the evil champion)

showoffs but in a bad way

big on spreading rumors

really reclusive, never visit lower levels or each other

battling is common for any reason, the more people youve defeated in a battle the higher up you are on the social ladder

ok heres some!! i hope u like it it took me like 45 minutes to write all this bc i kept getting distracted

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(Previous anon) No no you’re good you didn’t upset me! Here, I’ll give you something to help u feel better if u want? *drops small plushie of a sea turtle into his hands*

Everyone is so worried about the bean (ㆀ˘･з･˘)

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Way more under the cut btw!!! Lotta ranting down there…

Ehehhe yeah erm- the way I’m resisting the urges to write him with a continuously more southern accent

Even on the last ask I was almost gonna have him say something along the lines of ‘hun’ or smth like that- like in the way the nice old southern ladies would call ya’ sugar, baby, hun, etc. :)

If that makes sense??? That might not make sense-

It’s a stupid little headcannon but since he’s my character it’s basically just cannon atp 💀

Uh- and on that note Dreamy would also have a slight southern accent! Though probably a bit less noticeable, at least slang wise… don’t really see him having a super thick accent in any direction.

He would probably say things in an ever so slightly southern way with little to no southern slang whilst night on the other hand NM just has a light southern accent and uses a decent hand-full of southern slang

But really that wouldn’t make much sense since Dream would actually interact with more of the villagers and therefore use more of their slang and such?? I suppose?? But uh- DOESNT MATTER DONT THINK ABOUT IT

I’ll make an excuse that like- idk- Dream used to have a thick southern accent that NM picked up from him but after they entered the Multiverse jaundice here ended up switching up to whatever’s most around him since he talks to a lot of other people while Nightmare on the other hand only really talks to Killer and later on the rest of the gang so his accent set in before he started talking to many people?

Yeah- yup, that’s cannon now-

I just wrote this out of nowhere and it’s cannon now.

Have fun with that

Sigh

Their characters have developed so much since all these asks /pos

Originally NM was gonna be really withdrawn and mistrusting, quiet and often uncaring to those outside his close personal group.

And he’s still all of those in a way but now he’s much more cold but warms up relatively quickly in comparison (unless he senses ulterior motives / bad intentions from someone) whilst still being somewhat withdrawn he’s actually very careful not to upset people unintentionally and is a paranoid level of apologetic- sigh yet another sign of his abuse from villagers- and he’s pretty protective, though he’s always been that way in writing!

He’s.. more sympathetic

Anyway

fun fact : The little moonberry here has never seen the ocean! He’s read an awful lot about a lot of things but he’s never seen an ocean or a sea turtle but he’s always wanted to- specially he wanted to see turtles and moon jellies more then anything! Funny you managed to choose an animal he likes :)

[yumiis]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 SOUTHERN CHARM ; SCHLATT

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genre; tooth rotting fluff

type; headcanons

a/n; ... this is just really self indulgent from last night okay?? it's a southern!reader x schlatt hc list :,) i hope you guys enjoy !

read below!

Whenever Jay moved to Texas, that's when he met you, the little southern firecracker. He thought you were the most interesting person he'd ever met. Your accent, the way you carried yourself, your mannerisms, all of it.

In turn, you also thought he was really interesting. A guy with mutton chops, from New York, moving to Texas, just to keep streaming for people on the internet. It was nothing like you'd seen before, and you loved it.

You two slowly became good friends, and that meant you showing him music you liked. Sure, you didn't like JUST country music, but you did like a lot of country music. You showed him a lot of the basics, like Luke Bryan, Blake Shelton, Jason Aldean, etc.

At first, he really, really hated it. He also hated all the southern lingo you used, mainly because he didn't know what the hell you were saying to him.

"Git! Git!" He smirked, "What the hell are you saying?" "I want the cat to get out of my room!" "Then just say get out!" You tilted your head. "That is what I'm saying!"

Eventually, you two got so close, you started dating. The New Yorker and the Southerner. Who would've thought?

You have an array of nicknames for him, one of them being 'sha'. He doesn't know what it means, and it annoys the piss out of him at first, but it grew on him.

"Why d' you call me that?" You sighed, looking at him from over the kitchen counter. "Who else in your little friend group or, hell, in your LIFE is gonna call you sha?"

He nodded, you had a good point. No one else was gonna call him sha. That was your nickname for him, no one else's. He found it endearing the more you called him sha.

Suddenly, you catch Jay listening to more country music, specifically 'Beautiful Crazy' by Luke Combs. You thought it was really sweet. "Does this song make you think of someone in particular, JJ?" He jumped, not realizing you were sneaking up behind him. "What? No! No. Obviously not. Maybe."

... It was you guys' wedding song. :)

[lesbianscxlly]

What's your favorite headcanons you've heard for Scully and Mulder?

OOO i have quite a few

i know she’s canonically an irish catholic but i like to imagine that margaret scully was originally from northern ireland and moved to the us in her late teens!! i also believe that scully is very fluent in irish gaelic

scully has an INSANE sleeper build. she works out in canon and i just know she can deadlift like 200 pounds. she’s also a lot stronger than she assumes she is so she’ll playfully slap mulder and he’ll fall over

(ik these are like all scully im sorry) scully grew up on punk and rock music bc of william and bill jr so she listens to a lot of that but she also really likes some folk music because of her mom

expanding on the music one both scully and mulder really like new wave/goth and always have some band playing in the background when they’re working

both of them love horror movies and sometimes they’ll play one on the projector instead of working (they got caught by skinner once)

in htgsc scully got mulder the ufo fish bubbler we see in all things and he got her that translucent deck of cards with a slice of the human body on each one (i think vsauce made them)

scully grew up poor and had to help bill provide for the family when their dad was away

SCULLY IS SOUTHERN!! how could i forget my literally fav headcanon of all time is that scully spent most of her childhood in tennessee (her dad is from new orleans to me)

mulder has a very slight boston accent and the two of them sometimes make fun of eachothers southern/new england accents

scully isn’t very good at anything artistic because it’s very hard for her to stop rationalizing everything while mulder is actually pretty good when he tries

before joining the fbi scully was planning on becoming on epidemiologist, mulder was planning on being a child psychologist or social worker

sometimes i write scully having bpd but tbh that’s not based on anything i just like having my own versions of characters

they’re both autistic

AROMANTIC SCULLY!! ASEXUAL MULDER!!

i don’t think they ever started explicitly ‘dating’ they just got more and more romantic with eachother till they were basically in a relationship

they still think of eachother as their bestfriends than the romantic partner because that’s the most important part of their relationship

ik this is basically canon but whenever scully experiences an emotion or situation that is uncomfortable she resorts to anger while mulder resorts to shame (i believe scullys character is built on first fear and second anger while mulders is built on first love and second shame)

scully used to be really close to bill but they grew apart because neither of them are good at communicating or compromising (i also believe that her and bill are very similar)

scully played ice hockey and did jrotc and mulder played baseball and did theatre

my hcs for their families separate lives/professions

charlee (lee) scully: has a phd in computer science from ucla, giant nerd

melissa scully: art teacher at a catholic school

samantha (sadie) mulder: music major, plays mainly bass guitar and stand up bass, also great at the cello. had lots of jobs but is now a highschool chamber orchestra teacher

ok that’s a lot sorry if this is egregiously ooc i think too much

[lxstfathier]

Hello! This is my first time requesting something so sorry if it's weird or something.

But moving on I was wonder if I could request super southern s/o like she's from Texas has a heavy accent rides bulls in rodeos just pretty much a cowgirl reader for task force 141 + Alejandro please and thank you!

Omg nooo, it’s not weird, i think it’s cute. So i did a few headcanons for you anon. I don’t know much about rodeos but i hope i got it right lol, hope you like it! 💗

Cowgirl

Task Force 141 + Alejandro x Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Simon Riley

♡ He never thought he would be attracted to a cowgirl, cuz country girls were never his type, but he fell for you no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

♡ They don’t have rodeos in the uk, so obviously you had to explain everything to him when you became a couple.

♡ Simon thinks that you should be really crazy to ride those dangerous bulls, and if it were for him, he would make you quit. But he knows it’s your passion, so he supports you as long as nothing bad happens.

♡ If he can, he will go with you to the rodeos, helping you to get ready and then watching you ride, standing at the in-gate, hoping that everything goes well.

♡ And if you are the best rider of the night, he would definitely shower you in praises, giving you a big hug and maybe even some flowers that he bought at the fair.

Johnny Mactavish

♡ He kinda knows what rodeos are, so when you tell him you are a bull rider he thinks that’s the coolest thing ever.

♡ He’s kinda extreme too, so he begs you to teach him how to ride a bull, just for fun.

♡ Johnny absolutely loves parading you around, telling everyone that his pretty girlfriend is also a very skilled cowgirl.

♡ He texts you everyday after your daily trainings to see how you did.

♡ You both have very thick accents, so every time you speak together, having a fast conversation, no one can understand what you’re saying.

♡ He watches you ride every time he can, sitting on the stands, cheering for you while he eats popcorn.

Kyle Garrick

♡ He fell in love with you the moment he saw you riding one of those bulls as if it was something easy.

♡ He calls you “my little cowgirl”.

♡ A very supportive boyfriend. He loves going with you to the rodeos every time he can, helping you with everything and giving you a quick kiss before you ride.

♡ Most of the time he watches you from the stands, but sometimes he gets distracted and then you find him petting the horses.

♡ If you are the best rider of the night, Kyle takes a lot of pics and posts them on his instagram.

John Price

♡ He doesn’t like it at all. He thinks it’s really dangerous and that one of those beasts is gonna kill you one day.

♡ But he knows you’re not gonna quit just for him, so he tries to be supportive, letting you do it as long as you don’t get hurt.

♡ Deep down he loves seeing you wear the typical cowgirl outfit. He thinks you look super sexy in it.

♡ Everyone thinks you’re an odd couple. Cuz it’s really weird to see an english military captain with a country texan girl, who would have thought you’d be a match?

♡ If he can go to see you ride at a rodeo, (which is rare because he’s always busy) he will just watch from the in-gate, contemplating every movement while he talks with your trainer.

♡ At some point John tries to convince you to switch to barrel races, but then it backfires when you tell him that now you wanna do both.

Alejandro Vargas

♡ He’s the most supportive out of them all.

♡ He grew up in a little town in Las Almas, always seeing the colorful fairs with jaripeos, which is basically the mexican version of rodeos, so he knew exactly what you were into.

♡ He fell hard for you, captivated by your beauty and your skills to ride those animals.

♡ If you marry him, he’d definitely buy you a nice house in the outskirts of Las Almas, with lots of land for you to have as many horses and bulls as you want.

♡ Alejandro loves horses, that’s obvious, so he buys a percheron just to ride for fun while you are doing your daily trainings with the bulls.

♡ He sits with your family almost every time he goes to the rodeos to watch you ride, cheering loudly for you. And your parents love him, there’s no doubt in that.

♡ If you are the best rider of the night, he hugs you really tight while telling you that he’s really proud of you.

[bennysgirly]

Now do you wanna be my baby?

paring - Austin Butler x shy!fem!reader

Summary - Austin butler has loved you his whole life, you grew up neighbours and he always felt a deeper connection for you then you had ever felt for him. One night he shows you that you just maybe had the same feelings back.

Rating - 18+

Word count - 1.9k

Warnings - smut, unprotected sex, slightly dom! Austin, p in v, nipple play, use of pet names, ( example daddy, used once ) cumpie.

if I forget anything let me know :)

Authors Notes - Hey Austin girlies ( or boys ) this is my first ever smut so I’m not entirely sure how it will go with you guys but I’m very free for suggestions and requests! If you want anything certain requested you can request in my bio! Warning my grammar may be bad!

From the moment you guys became neighbors Austin has always taken a liking to you, the way your hair danced with the wind, the way your eyelashes fluttered at him when he made you laugh, but most importantly your personality. You being a soft caring girl really didn’t help the way he felt, he fell head over heels for you from the beginning. As the two of you grew up you went through many crushes, many of them not working out. Secretly Austin liked this. He didn’t want any other man to touch his girl, nor have you for their own. You were his through and through.

You always admired Austin though even if you don't view you guys romantically. You admired the way he talked and how he charmed anyone within 5 feet of him. Even you too sometimes found yourself charmed. You’ve always noticed Austin’s liking for you, but you never could have guessed how deep it ran. It was a peaceful afternoon when your mom had asked if you would like Austin over for dinner. Austin had always come over for dinners all the time at your house, since you guys basically grew up together. Knowing you haven’t seen Austin in a long time you were excited for the offer and genuinely missed him. After waiting around for a few hours you finally heard the door open and the southern accent you fondly remembered. You ran down the stairs and into his arms

“ Austy!! I’ve missed you so much” you say while gripping your arms around him.

“ Hey y/n! He said back but with a tiny baby voice. When Austin used his baby voice you knew he was happy and felt safe within your arms

You grabbed his arm and took him towards the kitchen to greet your mom. Austin and your mom hugged, which turned into a small conversation while you took a full look at Austin. You notice everything you weren’t supposed to. The way his suit fits perfectly along his brooding body, the veins in his fingers while he was hugging your mom. Gosh you found yourself lost in the trance of Austin Butler and not knowing how to get out. Austin turned around to face you, yet you were still eyeing every place of his body. It took you a minute to realize he was staring at you watching your eyes move all down his body.

“ goodness my bad!! I totally got lost within my thoughts!” you squirm to find a logical reason for you being so disrespectful.

Austin and your mom chuckle at your shyness and continue into the kitchen to get dinner ready.

Even at dinner it was hard to keep your mind off him. Seeing him side eyeing you while smirking to see if you would react. You would look over at him a few times but couldn’t keep strong eye contact for no more than 4 seconds. You found yourself afraid of your feelings. You never felt this way for Austin and you weren’t sure if they were necessarily right. You and Austin were best friends!? You couldn’t bear the thought of losing him if you ever tried to spark something between the two of you. You decide to shove those feelings far down within you in hopes you would forget them by the end of the week. After dinner Austin helps clean up the table while you dry and sort the dishes back into their places. Your mom goes outside in the front to take a cigarette when you feel the light but tight hands fall around your waist. It was Austin. You turn your head over your shoulders without breaking your rhythm of cleaning the dishes and ask what he was doing?!

“Sorry sugar I should have announced myself” he says with a low brooding voice. Sugar was the cute pet name he gave you when you two were little.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you heard the pet name be whispered in your ear. You gulp and continue to wash dishes without responding to him.

You both hear the door open and you feel his hands slip off you. The absence of his hands on you was almost unbearable for a moment until your mom announced she was going to lay down for the night. You felt Austin’s eyes fall on you again but this time not with the soft baby look he normally gave you, but with lust and determination. Once Austin heard your moms bedroom door close he leaned in close to whisper into your ear

“ I’ve seen your eyes on me Sugar”

You swallowed hard as you feel his hands tighten around your waist.

“ I bet I looked so good to you didn’t I?”

You modded slowly, unsure if he wanted you to answer out loud.

“ I haven’t seen your room in a while Sugar, why don’t you take me there?

You felt hopeless under his power and guided him towards your bedroom. Once you both hit the door of your bedroom Austin walked in behind you and closed it, followed by him locking it behind him. You thought to yourself, was this really it? Were you really about to have sex with Austin? You were scared to turn around to face him, you weren’t sure you were able to hold a strong stance against him. You finally had the courage to face the beast like man in your bedroom. You turned to face him, then knew you were all his. He grabbed you in a strong hold and pressed his soft pouting lips against yours. The taste of him was unlike any other. His sweetness being so sweet like sugar even your pet name couldn’t compare.

Though Austin was a dominant man, when it comes to his Sugar he still wanted to make sure you were okay with what was about to transpire between you two. He gave you a look that you knew he was asking for consent, you thought about it for a momment but knew you couldn’t resist him anymore. You’ve reisted him your whole life and never knew it. You modded in obedience . You felt his tongue wrap around yours and started to suck until loud sucking noises escaped from your mouths. You’ve never felt this way before but were ready to let Austin explore every inch of your soft body. While still locking mouths you felt his heavy hands wrap under your shirt to unlock the latch on your bra. You feel the strap fall lifeless against your spine and his hands caressing your back slowly. You feel your body tense as he lowers into your pants to touch your ass. You were so filled with ecstasy and lust that you were just wanting him to tear off all of your clothes and give it to you like the good girl you know you can be for him. You separate your lips from his to take off your shirt to expose your breasts to him. Austin has always dreamed of this moment. He never knew how much he wanted this moment. Now that he finally has it, he will give it to you. He pushed you on your bed and started smashing his lips on yours, you feel his hand cup your breast and play with your sensitive nipple. This sent you over the edge. You needed him now more than ever before and you weren’t sure how long you can last without him inside you. He moved his lips to your other breast and continued his favor of his tongue to your nipple while still clenching the other. Your head resting at the top of pillow while digging your nails into his back, feeling the pressure on his back he starts to bite your nipple and suck harder and faster. You couldn’t take it anymore and release a sharp moan.

“ I-I c-can’t take it anymore Aus-“ You couldn’t even speak through the pleasure he was giving you.

“ What baby, you want me to fuck you?”

“ Y-Y-yes please D-daddy”

Austin seemed to like the name you gave him and it filled him with the power to continue fucking you even harder. With your help you help him slip off your pants to expose your wet panties. You felt as the cold air hit your wet panties, and now can see the outline of your vagina through the underwear. He took one good look at your panties.

“ your pussy seems to be begging for me isnt now? Your pussy is just as much as a whore for me then you are”

“M-mhmmm” you reply not being able to speak.

Austin starts to unbuckle his pants to let free his cock. You were surprised of his length and were so deperate to get him inside you. You take off your panties and spread your legs for him.

“ Just fuck me already!!!” You scream while trying hold off your orgasm until he was inside you

Without any warning he shoves his cock inside you and starts grabbing your tits as he thrusts against you. You never knew how much your tits being played with was such an excitement for you and between him touching your tits and him shoving his cock inside you, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. A loud moan escaped from your lips while you were gripping your nails into his back. Your moans continued and only got louder by the second when you looked down to see the outline of his cock inside your stomach. You couldn’t believe it. You were in awe of him and his power over you. You knew you fully belonged to him.

“A-Austin I’m gonna cum!”

Those words excited Austin even more and he began to thrust even harder to test your limits.

He began to thrust as hard as he could, making all kinds of creaking and rattling noises on your bed. You were unsure if your mom could hear the commotion through the walls but truly the pleasure of the man before you was so good that you couldn’t think of anything else but him.

“Cum on my cock sugar, I know you want to”

Those words were all you needed, it’s like your body was programmed to listen to his every command and you felt the lust spread all over you when you cummed on his cock. Due to your tight walls and you cumming on his cock, he too was close to having an orgasm. As the seconds went by he couldn’t take it anymore and let go of your tits to throw your legs over his shoulders and thrust even harder than before.

You can feel the liquid fall between you both onto your sheets then you knew he cummed inside of you as well. After more thrusting he stop and fell on top of you.

“ N-now do you want to be my baby?” He asked while trying to catch his breath

“Y-yes Austin please let be yours”

While you were trying to recover from Austin’s fucking you didn’t happen to realize he went to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth, doing this because he knew it wasn’t hygienic to leave you like this. You only realize where he went when you felt the warm cloth slip between your flaps and around your inner thigh. You let out a soft moan while still leaving your eyes closed. You feel the weight of your now boyfriend on top of you while he throws your favourite blanket on top of you two. You cuddle up together and fall asleep to him playing with your hair as you lay on his chest, smiling at the time you guys just shared together.

It wasn’t until the morning you realized the explanation you would have to give to your mom.

[am-i-interrupting]

For the Camera | Vox x OATSH Reader

No prior knowledge of the series required, other than reader is mixed.

Summary: You finally relented and agreed to film as a guest star in a show for your tv host friend. You end up having more fun than anticipated.

Warnings: implied racism, could be read as self image issues also

You knew you were being followed. It’s not like he was being subtle. He was basically running to catch up with you but you’d had your fair share of times where you had to move fast in heels as well as a head start.

You almost couldn’t believe the audacity but was it really do out of line for him? Maybe you just had problems with control. Okay, you knew you did but still! You’d known each other for over a year and a half now. He should know that too. Yet still, he pestered.

He kept pushing even when you shoved back. It didn’t make any sense. You could get most men to leave any subject be with a few well timed movements and words. Why was this one so hard? Why wouldn’t he just drop it?

“You do community theater!” he said as he finally caught up with you. “What’s the difference?”

“If I mess up in a community theater it’s their word against mine. If I mess up in front of a room of qualified actors and directors and set crew, not only am I getting ridiculed on a professional level but also they have proof,” you told him.

“You’ve been live on television before, what makes this different?” he asked. “I’ve messed up plenty and my reputation is still in tact.”

“But look at you,” you said with a gesture to him. “No one cares when someone like you messes up.”

“What are you,” his voice trailed off.

“It’s different, writing a book. No one has to see me when I write a book. The only reason people even know what I look like is because is because I went on your show one time and it wasn’t an art form. It was just an interview. People didn’t come to be entertained. They came to get information. A lot of people in the world don’t like looking at people like me.”

His brow furrowed as did his lips. He looked at you, softly shaking his head.

“Forget it,” you said. “I don’t even know why I’d try to explain. It’s not like you’d understand. You don’t have to put on this act but every single day I have to get up and put on a voice that isn’t mine and clothes that frankly, I don’t like and be so conscious of how I do everything just do people will have just a little bit of respect for me. Still, most of the time it’s in vain because a lot of people will still disrespect me based purely on the fact that I’m a woman. How could you understand that?”

You met his eyes for a moment but you couldn’t bare the look of confusion and pity on his face. You brushed past him and began walking away.

You’d barely gotten two yards away from him before he called out to you, “You’re right! I don’t understand what that’s like but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I like looking at you. Just think about it, please.”

You bit down on your lip as you felt it begin to tremble and cursed yourself as your eyes became watery. You didn’t say anything in reply, simply kept walking.

“Are you okay?” he asked beside you as you looked at the bustling set, having just come out of the dressing room. You didn’t answer, just twisted the sleeve of your dress. His hands clasped yours. “You’re going to do great.”

You looked up at him. “I’m not sure,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

“I am.”

“Everyone in set!” the director called out.

He squeezed your hand. “You’ve got this and I’ll be right beside you the entire time.”

“I’ll track you down and kill ya if you aren’t,” you said, a bit of your southern accent slipping through before you quickly fixed it. He laughed but you didn’t find anything funny.

Then the filming process started. For the most part things went alright. Starting at the introductory scene was for the best as your nerves could come off as a character choice instead of genuine discomfort.

Of course there were some fumbles.

“Oh, you’re following me!” you said as the camera moved with you. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

You heard the man who’d brought you here try and fail to hold back a laugh. You whipped around towards him. “Don’t you laugh at me, mister. You know the only film experience I’ve had was on your show,” you said as you moved back to your original place beside him. He simply looked at you with a smile. “Shut up.”

He held his hands up. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

For some reason, despite him telling you directly he messed up all the time, you didn’t expect him to.

You were both sitting in the couch, supposed to have a heart to heart between your characters.

“I don’t think your sister likes me,” you said.

He scooted closer to you. He shook his head as he brought his hand up to brush hair behind your ear. “If only I could remember the line and then we could play this scene so beautifully.”

The next day of filming went fairly similar as did the rest of the week. That was until the last day.

You were filming the final scene, a goodbye scene.

“I hate to say goodbye so soon,” you said. “It feels like I just got here.”

“It won’t be long before we can see each other again, dear, I promise,” he said. “The holidays are coming up soon.”

“Soon? If in nearly three months is soon to you then yes, I do suppose they are soon,” you said, letting sarcasm roll off your tongue.

“Then I suppose you don’t want an early gift?” he asked, looking at the train behind you, the station being bought out several hours to film.

“You’ve got a gift for me already?”

He looked down at you with a sly smile. Then he quickly slipped his hand around your waist and to the small of your back to pull you closer to him. He cupped your jaw with his hand as he drew you in for a kiss.

Vaguely you heard the director yelling well, directions for what to do. You weren’t entirely sure if you were following them and you didn’t exactly care.

As soon as his lips met yours, the entire world faded to black. The only thing in color was him. His hands on your back and your face. His body pressed against yours. The feeling of his shoulder underneath your arm. His hair, silky smooth underneath the layer stiff with gel. The hat that brushed against your hand and then fell in the floor as you ran your fingers through it.

He pulled away and you followed him.

You let your eyes remain closed for a moment as you found yourself already reminiscing. You dropped yourself down to the flats of your feet. You met his gaze which seemed just as hazed as your own.

Finding yourself once again in reality, where he’d just kissed you in front of a room of strangers (to you at least). “You cad,” you said breathlessly. His smile didn’t help you gain anymore oxygen

“Kissed her good, didn’t he?” a crew member said not knowing he was in earshot of you as you grabbed your things to leave.

“Ah, nothing special. It’s just television.”

You felt your heart tighten at the reminder. Quickly you grabbed your things and left, not hearing the first man say, “Looked special to me.”

[kit-foley]

Nancy Drew Games are 50% off on Steam right now so here are some shitty descriptions of the games for newbies or partners (not in order, also spoilers)

Secrets can kill: dickface high schooler was pushed down a flight of stairs, find out who did it

The Silent Spy: Nancy has mommy issues and cosplays as a spy in Scotland

Sea of Darkness: all of the characters have trauma around a ship. featuring the only canonically queer character.

Deadly Device: tech bro gets electrocuted, who did it oh noooo. Feat: women in stem

Midnight in Salem: Glitch-wise, this is the fandom-equivalent of the first release of FNAF Security Breach but doesn’t nearly slay as hard and they didn’t patch any of the bugs. Haven’t played it but the fandom is 50/50 on it, maybe 80/20 against

Shattered Medallion: off brand amazing race goes wrong, feat. A recurring character who you’re supposed to know

Alibi in Ashes: Nancy didn’t commit arson (this time) so who the fuck did? See also, “I can commit major theft and prod you about your dead mom, but I draw the line at arson.”

The Captive Curse: monster and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus lederhosen.

Shadow at the Waters Edge: ghosts and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus kawaii

Ghost of Thornton hall; ghosts and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus southern people.

The Final Scene: nancys friend who we’ve never met gets kidnapped. Plus magic tricks/Houdini. Plus old man.

The Haunted Carousel: Dead mom plus the most annoying daughter you’ll ever encounter and her emotional support robot. Also you’re supposed to fix a theme park

Danger by Design: Parisian fashion designer with anger issues and also might deny that nazis happened during wwii

Curse of blackmoor manor: British girl says oh no my stepmom is turning into a werewolf

Warnings at Waverly Academy; the trailer for this one said something like “I hang out with teenage girls in this one, it could be my scariest case yet”, basically be prepared to do other students homework. Also immaculate dark academia/fall vibes tho

Phantom of Venice: white boy of the month shows you his seven hour tesserae slideshow and you single-handedly bring down a crime ring while wearing stupid outfits

Trail of the Twister: someone is sabotaging a storm chasing team but Nancy cares more about asking the local general store owner about his dead wife

Secret of the Old Clock: It’s magically 1930 again, this game feels so far off brand from pretty much all of the other ones imo but the music goes HARD and there’s def some homoerotic tensions between a dead old man and his live-in psychic

Legend of the Crystal Skull: make a curio shop owner sneeze, collect glass eyeballs, watch a Gerard Way look-alike cry, and maybe get buried alive

Haunting of Castle Malloy: banshees and letterpress and a pub that conveniently only serves juice. Terrible Irish accents. Try to find a missing groom for a wedding but also enjoy a walking sim that walked so Stardew Valley could run

Creature of Kapu Cave: get stuck in a tourist trap resort by a guy who calls himself Big Island Mike, then get stuck in a forest with an entomologist who makes you do her work for her, then get stuck in a research facility with an angry white guy who makes you do his work and then falls asleep. Music slaps but no idea what the plot of the game is supposed to be. Also do a “freaky friday” style switch with the Hardy Boys every time you call them on your cell phone.

Last train to Blue Moon canyon: picture Paris Hilton inviting you on a train and then she goes missing. Also on the train with you: the worst police detective, Zak Bagans impersonator, and Colleen Hoover-vibes.

White Wolf of Icicle Creek: “I fired. And I missed. I missed again. I got sad. I had a popsicle.”

[anexistingexistence]

I want to annoy people so here are more Danger Polycule (Quinn/Sam/Darlin') headcanons(/lore if I ever get around to writing the Danger Polycule fic) (also yes, we have a ship name now and no it's not a Frankenstein-ed together version of their names because that would give me an aneurysm anytime I'd try to type that)

•Quinn can't fucking cook (as was established in my last post about them, Quinn has been banned from the kitchen) but still hates microwaves with a passion and refuses to use Sam's

•Quinn and Darlin' both go to (separate) therapists but have group sessions once a month

○Quinn has also suggested couples counseling. This idea has been immediately denied.

•Post leaving the Solaire clan, Quinn started showing his affection for Sam by way of providing him with food.

○Sam wants to refuse most of the time because Quinn's ways of extracting blood from people are not exactly sanitary.

○But Quinn assures him that there is only a minimal amount of his spit in there so it's probably fine.

•Sam's fashion sense (non-existent as it may be) has not only rubbed off on Darlin' in their time of being together, but a few months after Quinn joined them in his quest of rehabilitation, he has also started to wear flannel around the house.

○Darlin' gives him shit for it and teases him relentlessly because Quinn basically dresses like a time-traveling victorian most of the time and that does not go with red and black flannel, believe it or don't.

○Quinn's only comeback is that Darlin' has not only adopted Sam's dressing habits, but also some of his southern drawl.

○Quinn also does bad southern accents to mock Sam.

○It's way funnier than it has any right to be.

●Quinn is not allowed in the bedroom for a good one to two years because healing takes time and Darlin' and Sam are very firm on this boundary.

○Because of this, Quinn is usually banished to the couch, but he has also slept in the bathtub (filled with pillows and blankets because he's a pretty princess) before.

•After Sam left the clan, William occasionally sent Porter just to check things out and make sure everyone was safe, and while Sam and Darlin' (they a little bit less than Sam) were pretty oblivious to this, Quinn (with his years of experience in stalking and murdering people) always catches him in the act and, while Porter was annoyed with him for the first few months, the two eventually kind of get along.

○Anytime he catches Porter "spying on them," as Quinn puts it, he brags about it to Sam and Darlin'. For the first few months, they do not believe him in the slightest.

•For a good five months after Quinn's initial moving in with Sam and Darlin', he is the only one who gets uninterrupted nights (or days, rather) of sleep.

○Because, and you might not believe this, trying to sleep when a vampire fully capable of and with reason to murder you is staying in the other room, it is not that easy to calm down and sleep.

○But this gets fixed because Quinn's therapist is a d(a)emon and he is more than fine with getting knocked the fuck out by magic every night.

○Sam isn't though because that's not covered by Therapeutic Magic Insurance and, god, this shit is expensive.

[odetodilfs]

Pololo

Pairing: Joel Miller x hispanic!male!reader

Warnings: none but this has A LOT of Spanish (translations at the end)

A/N: I'm sorry that it's kinda shitty, but I tried to keep descriptions as vague as possible as well as many thing cause I want this to be readable for every hispanic no matter what your country is from

It was a quiet afternoon with Joel in Jackson, cuddling, kissing each other when you felt like it. Ellie was in her room, probably flicking through some magazines you’d managed to find in an abandoned home. Your head was on Joel’s chest, you were feeling really cozy in that position, his warm breathing on your hair, it was heaven. You still had a hard time believing this was real, how you had a beautiful boyfriend, how you had adopted a beautiful girl, it was all so perfect, of course, it wasn’t really, it was very far from it, you did live in a world where raiders and clickers were less than 1000 meters away from the city, but it was good compared to the realities of many others.

“Can you teach me Spanish?” he said out of the blue. He’d heard you speaking it, he knew you were proud of your *(insert hispanic country)*’s heritage, your culture, and the fact that he wanted to learn it was kind of cute. “It’s hard, do you really want to?” you made sure, 

“I’m very sure” he smiled, “Hola” he said, you laughed and rolled your eyes with a smile, “Oh wow”

“I’m trying my best, tell me something in Spanish” he asked, and you obeyed, “Joel, eres el hombre más hermoso que he visto en mi vida” you said, “Something about me” he smirked

“Yeah,” “Good or bad?” he asked “Hmmm, I could just not tell you,” “No, please tell me” “What’s the word?” you teased slightly 

“P-¿ Por favor?” he begs you 

“I just said that you were the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen” you smiled, Joel blushed slightly, “I am?” “Sí, lo eres” you kissed him sweetly on the lips.

“But can you teach me Spanish?” he asked again “Of course, querido” you said as you roped him in for a hug. His warmth filling you, you looked up at his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes that kept you alive, “My beautiful brown eyed man…” you smiled at him, he just looked down at you with a smile, “I could say the same about you” he smiled, looking down and kissing your forehead again, he lost himself in your dark hair.

Two months went by and Joel’s Spanish was surprisingly amazing, he clearly enjoyed learning just for you, you had a simple system, every time he got something right you kissed him on the lips sweetly, that proved to be very effective…

“Ok pues Joel, dime cómo te gusta tomarte el café” you asked, trying to have conversations in Spanish, “Me gusta con poca azúcar y poca leche” his words tinted with that cute southern accent of his, but you didn’t mind, “Correct!” you exclaimed and went to kiss him on the lips, enjoying that mustache against your upper lip, “Me gusta tus besos” he said, incorrectly, “Nope, you like my kisses in plural, so how is it?”  he thought about it,

“Ugh… I can’t remember…” he said, “You add a letter at the end of “gusta”” you hinted but he still didn’t get it, “I’ll kiss a part of your body that starts by it, you slowly went in and kissed his arched nose, he sighed in slight pleasure and it clicked for him, “Me gustan tus besos…” he corrected himself.

“Precioso” you kissed his forehead and hugging him, giving him his reward for his minimal thinking, you really just wanted to feel his touch, “look at you, you’re basically a ranchero now!” you joked, he laughed “or huaso, or gaucho” “What are those?” he asked

“Cowboys but from other countries” he smiled at the thought, “I see you, you’d look cute with a poncho and a hat” you teased, he blushed like mad

“I would?” “Yeah, you would,” you said as you kissed him on the cheek.

“Mi pololo” you said

“What does that mean?” “It means boyfriend in slang really, but you can pretty much use it for anyone you love” you smiled at him, he said “Po… lolo?” he repeated “Yes, pololo” you smiled at him, “but one day, we could be esposos” you smirked at him because he knew what you were saying, “Yeah, one day” he smiled and laughed to himself, as he knew that tonight would be the night he’d propose to you in your language.

TRANSLATIONS (won't translate what's already done in the fic)

Querido = Dear

Sí, lo eres = Yes, you are

Ok pues Joel, dime cómo te gusta tomarte el café = Ok so Joel, tell me how you like your coffee

Me gusta con poca azúcar y poca leche = I like with little sugar and little milk

Me gustan tus besos… = I like your kisses...

Precioso = Precious

Ranchero = Basically, the Mexican version of a cowboy

Huaso = A cowboy too, but from Chile Gaucho = Yet another cowboy, but from Argentina

[cloudroots]

Introducing my mlp abridged series characters!!

Ft. some doodles that I made around 2 am

If I don’t talk about them to someone, I will explode

I’ve had this series idea in my head for a while now! I have a lot to say about it, but I’ll focus on characters here, since I’ve changed quite a bit in the plot department compared to the original show.

If anyone has any questions or wants to help me make this series a reality, feel free to reach out!

Twilight Sparkle

Wants to become an alicorn more than anything

Will do anything the Princess says for a chance at becoming one

Given immortality as a reward for her loyalty

Very important in Canterlot because of her connection to the Princess

The Princess is the only authority she respects 

Doesn’t want to be in Ponyville

Tired of this shit

Very similar to other abridged series versions

Spike the dragon

Twilight and Spike are friends and enjoy each others company

Spike keeps Twilight somewhat grounded

Has the same sense of humor as Twi

Rainbow Dash

Old timey military American accent

Was a Wonderbolt but was forced to retire

Constantly talking about her past adventures or her time in the academy

Rarity

Posh accent - so basically the same

Always seems to know more than she lets on

Uses her generosity to butter up ponies into doing what she wants

Showers Twilight with praise and gifts since she’s from Canterlot/works with the Princess

Hates Canterlot with a burning passion

Has a master plan to overthrow the Princess and rule herself

Pinkie Pie

Transgender mare /affectionate

Used to work in Canterlot as a scientist/engineer

Moved to Ponyville to discover herself and is the most happy she’s ever been

A large part of the community and they all love her

Very bubbly and smart

Applejack

Has beef with Twilight, likes to annoy her in anyway she can

Speaks fluent Spanish, and speaks it in a southern accent to annoy ponies

Has loads of outlandish theories that she shares with anyone that will listen

Casually chaotic

Fluttershy

The one that makes fandom references, and references other abridged series

Isn’t actually good with animals, only moved into the cottage because it has the best internet connection and is cheap

Somehow knows about mlp:fim and is a fan but doesn’t draw connections to her friends and the characters

Cottage came with all the animals, so she is working on handling and caring for them better

Applebloom

Takes everything way too seriously

Wants to make the world a better place, but doesn’t have the resources since she is a child

Concerned about the government

Makes “grand plans” that she takes too seriously and ropes her friends into helping her

Scootaloo

An orphan, newsies, New York accent

Basically down down for anything

Voice of reason while also being incredibly supportive of any plan Applebloom comes up with

Lives with her lesbian aunts

Sweetie Belle

Just happy to be included

Cheerful, doesn’t talk much

A very neglected child

Her friends like having her around

“…and I’m Sweetie Belle!!” :D

I have a lot of ideas for these characters! I even have ideas for character progression, where the annoyance the characters feel for each other turns to friendship.

The name I have currently for this project is: The Alicorns Abridged Series or AAS Since so much of the plot is around becoming an alicorn or about the alicorns. But I might change the name in the future we'll see

[t4tozier]

in the hot for teacher verse do you have a desc doc for what you think the rat grinders look all human? :)

i don't have a specific doc for it because the first chapter was truly just vibes and i didn't expect to be writing more about them, but i do have some ideas in mind! the humanoids are pretty generally the same so for fun i'll give you some facts about all of them in the verse as well! putting this under the cut because it got quite long.

oisin: i was originally picturing him as black w locs, skinny teen who beefed up over the previous summer (lowkey wendell from nsbu before wendell existed) but i was mulling it over earlier and i actually really love the idea of samoan oisin?? he comes back from visiting his family over the summer and has gained so much muscle and fat and got some pe'a and everyone thinks he's so cool for it. he's got long hair that is usually up in a bun. probably also shoots up to 6'2, 6'3".

he's into manga. people who don't know him think he's really intimidating but he's the sweetest guy ever. ivy brings out the bitch in him lbr but for the most part he's just a really buff nerd. am i just describing ify nwadiwe. i swear it's not intentional.

ivy: i don't have a specific race for her but described her in got it bad as olive-skinned, brown hair with blonde highlights. i think she gets the chunky bleach highlights that were popular in like 2020-21. oisin is definitely the tallest of all of them, lucy the tallest of the girls, but ivy's probably second/third-tallest at around 5'8, 5'9.

she runs an anonymous aguefort confessions blog and has a viral tiktok account that mainly went viral as a result of the jace (and porter) videos. jace always says she's gotta quit with the gossip but will still ask her about it he's the worst enabler. she does archery and rides horses at aguefort! she transferred in middle school and everyone was very intrigued by her because she's british. they kept asking her if she's met the queen. she just started saying yes eventually.

lucy: since i made porter a white southern guy lucy is also white and southern by default. i think that she doesn't have the accent her uncle has because her dad married a new englander, so instead she's got this southern/new england mix that leaves her pronouncing certain words very oddly. she still has vitiligo--instead of gray hair she's got light brown with patches of white, and maybe a port wine stain on her face. she's about 5'11" - both of her parents are very tall so she inherited her height from them.

she got bullied pretty badly in elementary school and middle school. she is very sensitive and cries with basically every emotion so it can be hard to determine why she's actually crying if it's not obvious. she's not good at standing up for herself but her friends will hunt a bitch down for her. she will cry if you kill a bug instead of letting it outside. grew up knowing porter's best friend jace bc he gets brought to all the family events and was very grateful when he didn't make anyone call him mr stardiamond when they started his class because that would've been a weird switch to make.

mary ann: shortest one of the group at just around 5 feet. black, box braids with little charms on the ends, braces. her favorite outfit is overalls and her pink hoodie that she's been wearing for years on end because it's been washed so many times it's the perfect texture. between her height, her clothes, and being quiet and autistic, she gets infantilized a ton and she hates it so she will sometimes overcompensate by making dirty jokes at inappropriate times.

she's usually of the mindset that if someone isn't speaking directly to her or talking about something she's interested in she probably doesn't really need to join in the conversation. she was one of those toddlers who didn't speak until she could say a full sentence. she's the first girl on the football team--nobody thinks that she's gonna be any good but she's small enough that she just kind of darts between all the players and can hold her own more than people think.

buddy: truly just the same. sorry buddy i have nothing special for you. he's like 5'7". his grandpa runs the town's megachurch and he keeps trying to get everyone to come with him. he sort of latched onto their group but he genuinely is nice he's just also brainwashed so they haven't like actively tried to kick him out. i think that after spending enough time with them all he gets more chill especially because they call him out when he says something outright fucked up and he likes being friends with them so he wants to not offend them--it's just that he genuinely doesn't think he's saying anything wrong.

kipperlilly: also looks relatively the same but slightly taller, probably like 5'3". she and jace bond over having the same clothing organization app. she doesn't wear the prep-school kind of stuff she wears in canon but it's definitely still very clean, she probably irons everything. type a but not as much Like That.

jawbone realizes the conflict of interest when she starts talking about her anger issues and hating the others and actually has a parent teacher conference to recommend external therapy. can often be found with her journal after that. she and riz are in competition to see how many more ap credits they can gain than each other. rarely seen without lucy by her side. they have a homoerotic relationship for years because neither of them realize that they're more than girl best friends (and lucy's uncle porter always has his best friend everywhere, that's how adults are!)

ruben: i'm thinking he's maybe mixed, black and hispanic? he's got frizzy curls because he's much more invested in writing songs on his ukulele than paying attention to the right products for his curl pattern. he also has braces and mourns when his tooth gap closes because he can't whistle as well. 5'4".

he thinks it's the coolest thing to have his uncle work at the school and he and lucy bond over it even though he doesn't actually take his uncle henry's classes. he's part of the school band and plays in the orchestra for the theatre department - in addition to the ukulele he also plays acoustic guitar and piano.

[darling-heffron]

OMG I'm so sorry I was working over the weekend and I completely forgot to upload! So lucky you guys you get two chapters this week cause I will be posting the next one on Saturday!

Esra✨

Taglist: @malarkgirlypop , @mellow-human , @next-autopsy if anyone else wants to be added, please let us know!!

Chapter Fourteen: First Impressions

Mars POV:

Nerves bubbled in Marleen’s gut as she helplessly watched Sam being led into the rundown building. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to follow after the older girl but when she had tentatively taken a step towards the building, a firm hand was placed on her shoulder. 

Already on edge, Mars flinched at the contact. Her head flicked around to see Denver standing by her side and she relaxed ever so slightly. 

“She’ll be alright, Mars.” His thick southern accent should have been comforting to her but worry still swirled in her stomach. Marleen wanted to protest, she wanted to storm into the building after her friend and she wanted to tell Denver; ‘You don't know that!’ 

Instead she showed restraint, and only because she trusted that if Sam were in trouble she would be able to protect herself. 

Mars knew Sam. 

Okay, maybe she didn't know about the older woman’s past or her family. But so what? Sure, she wasn't privy to Sam’s birthday or star sign but she knew her. 

Sam was tough, not just her mask that she wore. She was a fighter, a protector. Sam had saved Marleen the first time they had met. She had absolutely no reason to, she could've just kept walking and ignored the younger girl’s cries for help but she didn't. 

Sam pretended not to care, to be indifferent to strangers but in reality, she cared very deeply. 

Whatever Dougal had said to the taller girl had triggered something in her, she was acting differently; Weird. And it seemed like only Mars could see it. 

“Come on, we'll start puttin’ up our tents. She'll come out soon.” Denver gently tugged on the girl's arm, steering her in the other direction.   

Marleen was unsettled the entire time the two girls were separated. She hung back and stared at the mysterious building until something distracted her. Denver had noted his young neighbours' twitchiness and set up her tent for her. 

“Hi, I heard you have an injured member?” An unknown male voice stole the young blonde away from her intense staring contest with the brick structure.

“Huh? Oh yeah- um.. Perconte.” It took a second for Mars to remember why they were even there in the first place, “This way…” She trailed off in hopes he would divulge his name. The thin man seemed to pick up on her hint.

“Gene. Eugene Roe. But most people call me Doc.” He followed her as she walked him towards her wounded associate.

“Marleen, but most people call me Mars. Are you a doctor?” Her curiosity got the best of her, a doctor would be handy to have around during the end of the world. 

“No, I'm a nurse.” He didn't seem to be the chatty type, at least not when he had a patient to tend to. Speaking of patients, Perconte came into the pair's view.

“Frank. This is Eugene, he's here to help.” Marleen told the short man, who lay on his stomach,  awaiting the arrival of assistance. 

“I’m going to need to move him to the medical tent. Lieb! Tipper! Give me a hand.” The man gave him a quick once over, humming thoughtfully before announcing his plan of action. 

The two men he called for appeared and all three of them skillfully moved the maimed Perco, but not without whining coming from Frank.  

Denver had watched Mars interacting with the Easy men and tried to stay close to the young blonde, his protective nature reared its head when the short girl was involved. He looked away for barely a second and when he turned back, the girl was gone. 

“Mars?” The southern man called out, the slight panic in his tone faded when he spotted her. She had seen Samantha and basically ran to her friend's side. Denver shook his head before continuing to fix the tents. 

“Sam!” Marleen didn't waste a second before flinging herself onto the older girl.

“Are you okay?” The confusion in Sam’s voice was evident but she still wrapped her arms around her friend. 

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” Mars pulled away from the tall blonde, “What happened in there?” 

“Oh… nothing.” Samatha brushed the younger girl off, doing her best to appear nonchalant but Mars knew better. The girls began walking side by side towards their designated camping area.

“Sam.” She warned, looking sideways at the aloof woman. 

“Did you set up our tent already?” It was her attempt to change the subject and distract Marleen, but she wasn't falling for it this time.

“Denver did.” Mars paused, “You’re avoiding the question.” 

“Oh, well then, thank you, Denver!” Sam called over her shoulder, she didn't look to see his reaction but he did raise a hand to her in recognition, hardly pausing from his task. She was ignoring Marleen and the younger girl, who would typically let it slide, was starting to get annoyed. 

“Sam,” The shorter woman followed steps behind as Sam led them into the heart of their campsite. They were now completely surrounded by members of their original group of eight, no Easy men in sight. 

“Sam, would you just stop for a second and talk to me?” Marleen almost never raised her voice, especially at her female companion, who froze, giving Mars her full awareness. The men they had arrived with paused their actions and threw concerned looks around. 

Now that she had the attention of the older woman, Marleen voiced her troubles.

“I-” Mars let out a tired sigh, “It feels weird… being here.” 

“What do you mean?” This wasn't like Mars, she normally loved befriending strangers, so Sam had no choice but to hear the girl out and take her unease seriously. 

“I just think we should be… careful. We don’t know this group and they’re a lot bigger than us. Plus I don’t really trust that Dougal guy, he gives me the ick for some reason but I can’t place it.” 

“When we meet Luz you basically begged to let them join us, and now you want to get serious about stranger danger?” Sam only wished her young friend had applied this logic earlier. 

“There were only three of them and five of us! It was different! Plus they needed food and seemed super nice.” Marleen reasoned.

“Well, some of them are okay. That Doc guy? He’s helping us like we helped Luz and Martin and Perco, what’s the difference?” Lipton brought up; a fair point. Why would this group help them, give them medical care and a safe place to sleep if they were planning something sinister?

“His name is Eugene. Eugene Roe. And he’s a nurse.” The young female couldn't help but interject with her newly learnt information. 

“How do you know that?” Sam queried suspiciously, she had only been gone for a few minutes.   

“I asked him, duh.” The short blonde rolled her eyes as if annoyed by the implication. 

“See! You’re making friends already.” Lip pointed out, his tone was chipper as he tried to ease the tensions and soothe the youngest girl's discomfort. But his comment went ignored.

“Maybe Marleen’s right, we should stick together for a while, just until we can really trust them.” Martin added his voice to the conversation. 

“Thank you! See, Martin gets it!” Mars called out with an exasperated sigh, she threw her arms up dramatically. 

“Okay, we’ll stay together for a bit until we can suss them out, that sound fair to everyone?” Lipton offered, his calm tone lulled the group. Maybe this could work out? 

There didn't seem to be any objections with Lipton’s suggestion, even though Mars couldn't shake the feeling, she would deal with it.

“Easy, they call themselves Easy.” Marleen interjected once again. 

“For someone who wants to stay away from them, you sure know a lot about ‘em.” This time it was Sam’s turn to roll her eyes playfully at her companion. 

Before she could respond, Sam had spotted movement out of the corner of her eye and swivelled round. A man that looked to be in his late twenties walked out from the unfinished structure. 

“Fucking hell.” Sam mumbled under her breath, even from a distance this man was a literal walking embodiment of the young girl’s ‘type’. Tall, dark haired, handsome and covered in tattoos- all Marleen’s weaknesses rolling into one.

Sam sneakily stood in front of Mars blocking her vision from the approaching man. But she couldn’t spend her whole stay forever keeping the pair apart, they were eventually going to meet, especially when he was b-lining towards them.  

“Mars.” Sam swung around and grasped the girl’s shoulders firmly. “You will not fall in love.” 

Marleen’s brows scrunched together in confusion before a laugh escaped her lips. 

“Did you hit your head somewhere?” The girl reached up to try and find an injury on the older girl’s head but Sam stopped her.

“Repeat it.” Sam shook her slightly to capture her attention. 

Mars scoffed and rolled her eyes, Sam was acting so odd today, but still she compiled. 

“I will not fall in-” Mars started but just as she was about to finish her sentence the most gorgeous man stepped into her view. She felt her mouth fall open as her heart skipped a beat. 

“Love.” Mars finished the sentence with a dreamy tone. 

Sam groaned, the girl had literal love hearts bursting from her eyes, Mars had clearly set her sights on him.

“No! Bad Marleen, bad!” Sam waved her pointer finger in front of the young girl's face but she wasn’t even paying attention, her stare was glued to the tall man that walked through the camp. 

“Wow…” That was the only word the girl could conjure, every other thought had escaped her brain. 

“Marleen Hazel Finch!” Sam was serious, if there was anything that really was off limits it was falling in love.

“Stay away from that man.” The older girl scolded. 

“Too late.” The short blonde squeaked. 

“What man?” At that exact moment the object of their conversation arrived. 

Sam swivelled around giving a deadly stare, “It’s rude to eavesdrop.” She spat out, purposefully  positioning herself so that Mars was somewhat hidden behind her. 

But in a second, the shorter girl had side stepped around her tall friend and now stood in front of the stranger, a sweet smile on her face. She stuck her hand out and began to introduce herself with pink tinted cheeks.

“Mars-leen. Me, that's me name. Uh- MY name ha, it’s Marleen Hazel Finch, I don't know why I just told you my full name. You can just call me Mars, for short. As a nickname, you know?”

“Mars?” Sam interrupted. Both she, and everyone within earshot of Marleen’s word vomit were visibly cringing. She had to interject and stop the train wreck of embarrassment. 

“Yeah?” She squeaked out, frozen in her spot and unable to look away from the handsome stranger in front of her, who seemed to be taking this odd interaction well. Or at least he was hiding it well, not an ounce of discomfort on his face, he just patiently waited for the girl to finish rambling. 

“Stop talking.” 

“Okay.”

“Walk away.” Sam was left with no choice but to aid her friend.

“Yes.” Mars spun on her heel, stopping in a random direction and walked with all the determination she could muster.

“Well, that was adorable.” The tall stranger smirked as he watched Mars’ retreating figure until she was almost completely out of view. 

He said nothing more, just turned and left. But Sam didn't like the way he had looked at the younger girl, something about him rubbed her the wrong way. 

“Well, they’ve certainly met.” Bull leant over to whisper to the tall girl. 

“An actual disaster.” Sam’s head fell into her hands. “Should I jump that guy now or later?” 

Bull chuckled quietly under his breath, but when he turned to look at Sam her face was completely serious. 

“No, Sam. No jumping anyone. We don’t want to piss off this group.” The tall man said lowly. 

“We just have to bide our time until Frank heals up.” 

Sam growled in frustration. She hated this. There were so many people, everyone was chatting and getting in her space, it was driving her mad. 

“I need some air.” The tall girl raked her hands through her hair trying to relieve the tension in her head. 

Sam walked away from the group and rounded the back of the building. A sigh left her lips as she let her body sink down and pressed against the cool brick. 

“Hiding already, Dollface?” 

Every sense of peace that had flooded into her blood immediately vanished from the sound of his voice. 

“Are you following me now, Creep?” Sam growled from her crouched position. 

“No, I came to tell you, you aren’t allowed back here.” Lieb sank down to join her on the ground, “But since you’re a newbie I’ll let you off.” 

Sam rolled her eyes rising from her spot. “Fine, I’ll find somewhere else.”

“The big man is eyeing you up already, you must be pretty impressive.” Lieb started talking as Sam took a step to leave. 

“He just knows my father.” Sam brushed off the speculation. 

“Mmmh, I wouldn’t say that. He was talking a big game about you, Miss Specialist.” Lieb knowingly provoked the younger girl. 

Sam took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching her fists. Low profile, we’re keeping a low profile.  

She mustered the sweetest smile she could and plastered it to her face. She’d admit it most likely looked more like a snarl than it did a smile. Lieb raised up from his spot, walking closer to the girl until he stood within arms reach of Sam. 

“Stay away from me.” It was a clear warning but still the man only smirked. 

“Matter of fact stay away from everyone in my group.” The girl stepped forward so they were only inches apart. 

A huff of amusement passed through his nose as he slowly dragged his eyes along the length of her body. 

“I like you.” Liebgott whispered, his breath fanning her face and made the loose hairs around her cheeks tickle the sensitive skin. 

“I don’t like you.” Sam bared her teeth and looked at him with a sinister glare. 

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” 

His hand shot out and everything slowed, she watched in pure shock and his fingers brushed a strand of her fallen hair from her face back behind her ear. 

“See ya round, sweetheart.” Lieb walked off casually as Sam was still stuck in place. 

Pure rage filled the girl's body as she harshly kicked the brick wall. Never in her life had she met someone so aggravating and she was best friends with Mars. 

A shaky breath left her lips as she tried to calm herself down. Low profile, Sam. Low profile. 

Bull was right, they just needed to keep their heads down until they could leave again. 

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Toye’s POV: 

Being called into the rundown building was usually a good thing but Toye’s stomach was in knots as he walked down the corridors and stopped in front of Dougals room. 

He raised his hand to knock but before he could, a voice called out, “Come in.” Toye swung open the door and entered. 

“Ah! Toye, I've been expecting you.” The older man spoke, “I have a special task for you.” 

The younger male kept quiet, waiting for his superior to continue. Toye wasn't much of a talker and Dougal seemed to respect that, like it, even.

“The group that just arrived, you heard I assume?” Dougal tipped his head forward, awaiting reply, so this time he verbalised an answer.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, good. Well, I want you to keep an eye on that girl.” Dougal lowered his voice. No one else was in the room yet his tone made this seem like a secret side quest that was for his ears only, “Report back to me with any information you get, I want to know everything, okay?” 

“Which one?” Toye assumed they were talking about the same girl but wanted to be sure. Out of the pair of ladies one was certainly more menacing than the other. 

“The shorter girl.”

“Her? Why?” Toye was yet to interact with her but had seen her enter with her group and spotted something in her that Dougal apparently hadn’t. He saw lightness, a flame of pure joy and kindness. 

He had watched her from across the camp as she smiled and joked with her friends and certainly didn’t think she was capable of anything sinister but maybe Dougal had clocked something that he had missed. 

“I just want to know if she’s going to be a problem… for the group, of course. I don’t want Easy to be jeopardised because of her, that’s all.” The older man explained nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn’t so important to him. 

Toye knew that was a facade, he could see this held meaning so he agreed, “Okay… and if she is a problem?”

“Eliminate the problem.” His words were final, there was no need for him to explain, Toye understood the unspoken meaning quite clearly and while the dark haired man was shocked at the brash order given to him, he kept his face stoic and free of any hint of emotion. 

The younger man slowly nodded, Dougal took this as his sign to dismiss his underling, waving a hand lazily. Toye exited the area, now left with his own thoughts. 

He would have to get her alone if he wanted any real information, she seemed like a very social person so that might prove difficult. But getting to know her a little couldn’t be a bad thing, right? 

Toye quickly learnt that Marleen was chatty. 

When he first approached her, she was standing with her friends in their slightly separate camp. He had overheard the two women speaking, something about ‘staying away from someone.’

That captured his attention, were they being hassled already? Surely not, they had barely been here an hour. 

When he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed the shorter girl was staring up at him with her round eyes that glistened in the light. He found himself involuntarily frozen as he observed her small rant of an introduction. 

Watching her fumble her words made something swirl in Toye’s gut but as quickly as that feeling came, he brushed it away. He had to keep focused on his task at hand; get to know the girl while also doing his best not to befriend her or more accurately- let her befriend him. He had to maintain a distance with her despite the instant draw he felt to the short blonde woman. 

It was only when he witnessed her walking away, that he realised he had completely forgotten to introduce himself. 

Smooth.

Ah Mars was real smooth with that first introduction, also Sam immediately clocked that Mars would have a thing for Toye lmaoooo. See you all on Saturday, love ya!

Esra✨