#i won't tag their full names because this is a mess

[localkiss]

Screaming for attention!

manipulative brothers best friend re4!leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!! Mentions of past grooming by leon, age gap(~8 yrs), manipulation, guilt, dirty talk, p in v, afab reader, noncon creampie, slight anal/talks of anal, codependency, slapping, daddy kink, pet names, depressed thoughts in the beginning, chubby/thicker reader, manhandling, praise kink, degradation kink, talks of pregnancy (just a bit), oral (f receiving), virginity talk, controlling leon, obsessed leon, slight size kink if u squint!

note: hhh... read the warning lol before you comment. I was going to put more of leon being so fucking weird but erm, decided not to. not proof read btw!! but i do want to say i am a victim of SA and i used to heavily think about him and wished that he went further. lol idc what people say, i still struggle thinking like that, but ik it's wrong. so yes that's what this fic is loosely based on -_-

wc: 3.1k! tags: @rigorwhoring, @argreion, @xoxostarlet, @fairry1 bc I love u all :33!

Maybe it's for the best. No more surprises. This is nothing new. All you can hear is deafening silence, swallowing you up in a warm cocoon, suffocating you like a million years of guilt and thousands of weights on your throat and chest. 

You can't help but wish he had done more. Maybe he would've if he could see your thoughts. Maybe he would've stayed.

But those sleeping pills really did a number on your body. You tried to overdose on everything you could, even your antidepressants. Yeah, it was dumb. But it was all just killing you from the inside anyway. 

All you can do now is just sob violently into your pillows. Claw at the sheets and at your scalp, so pathetically. No wonder he chose you. So fucking easy to manipulate, to knead into someone he can use. No wonder he said he only loved you like a friend after he finally got caught in the act.

Whatever it was that he said, you can't remember exactly. You just tuned him out. White noise oozing into your eardrums like water does when you stand underneath the showerhead. He didn't apologize. Didn't explain. Didn't even try to. All you did was cry and plead for him to stay. 

"Please don't leave me, Leon. Please, I can't live without you! I love you! Please!" You sobbed into the phone because, yeah, he broke up with you over text. It's not like you guys were even in a relationship. The age gap was too big and illegal to even be considered a real relationship. 

You knew he was so much older than you. Liked it. Knew it was wrong, yet went forward with it. He should've stopped it. Should've. But he didn't, though. 

You still love him deep down in your heart. He was your first love. First 'boyfriend'. First person to grope your body. You asked for a kiss, and he pressed his chapped lips against your forehead. He asked you for ass pictures, and you gladly sent them. Giggling happily whenever he complimented you and your body.

He's still your ideal type. A cuddly, tall, muscular brunette. 

You wish you could stop yourself from comparing every guy to him or hoping they won't end up like him. Using you and throwing you away as soon as they got what they wanted. 

But, now that you're legal, he reached out to you. Said some nonsense to try and get back into your heart. You didn't even care what he said. Just wanted to feel alive, to feel loved, and to be loved again. Even if it meant being loved by your abuser, you would let him drag you through hell and back if it meant he would love you like he did in the past. If it meant you could feel happy, free, and weightless again, you would march into hell with him.  

As messed up as you are, you would do anything to make him stay. So that you can feel full again. Happy again.

"Wish you would've taken all of my firsts," you pouted as he pulled away from your lips. Swollen and red, so pretty.  

Leon grinned and raised an eyebrow at your statement. "Really, baby girl? Damn," he bites on his lower lip, and his thumb brushes across the apples of your cheeks. 

Taking in the way you look different but still the same as you were years ago, just a bit fuller in your hips, thighs, and stomach, he remembers when he gripped your thigh with both of his hands. Couldn't even manage to grab ahold of all of the fat. A few inches away from completely grabbing your thigh with both hands. 

Now, he probably couldn't even make it so that there were a few inches between his hands; it would be a bit of a distance. That's how much you've grown width-wise. Length wise, you haven't really grown much. 

"Yeah, daddy," you preen under his attention, shifting your weight from your heels to your toes, and back down flat on the floor. "I mean it." 

He lets out a soft chuckle, and his calloused hands softly grab onto your shoulders, rubbing small circles into the fabric of your shirt. "Wish I could've taken all of your first too, baby. I know I would've made it all special for you. For my special girl." Leon coos, his head dipping down to lick into your mouth.

Hot spit trickles down the back of your throat and onto your chin. Making you squeeze your doughy thighs together, moaning as his hands squeeze down to your ass. Pressing you up against his built body. His hard-on throbbing against the confines of his skinny jeans, onto your soft, pudgy tummy.

He groans as you tug at the hair on the back of his head. Pulling back and squishing your cheeks together, and then tapping your face as you try to press your lips on his. His blue eyes darken as you moan when his hand makes contact with your face. 

"Fuck," he grips onto your chin, forcing your mouth open to let a wad of spit hit the edge of your tongue, letting it slide down into your tummy. "Daddy knew you'd like that. I've got a slutty little princess, huh?" 

It's a rhetorical question, but you answer with a few quick nods.

"Yeah, daddy, I'm your slutty little princess." Always so quick to repeat what he said. What he drilled into your brain years ago obviously holds up. You still want to make him happy, even if he ruined you for anyone else. Ruined you for life.

The corners of his lips quirk upwards, his hands giving your ass a quick squeeze before he pushes you down into the bed. He climbs on top of you like a hungry animal, licking his lips at the sight of his prey.

A whine escapes from your throat at the sight. He's gotten even more attractive and bigger, and it's making your brain all mushy. Shooting directly down to your core, feeling it gush out slick onto the gussets of your panties. 

You lick your lips and wrap your legs around his hips. "Please, Leon." 

He lets out a low growl, his veiny forearms coming up by the sides of your head. Firmly planting them on the mattress as he rocks his hips into yours. His bangs fall into your face as he teasingly grazes his lips against yours. Panting hotly against your lips. 

"Relax, baby," is all he says before he moves his mouth, making a wet trail from the corner of your lips down to your jawline. 

"Let me love you." Leon murmurs into your skin as he sucks a hickey underneath your ear, making you gasp and squirm beneath him. 

You become pliable, easy to bend, and easy to please. Brain too foggy to clearly think straight. Leon's marking up your neck like you'll try to run away from him. It's like you're his property now. God, you've always been his, ever since that fateful day, right?

Just a few words, and he can do whatever he wants with your body. Maybe one day you'll let him take your first time with your other hole. Who knows. 

"So pretty, fuck," his tongue dips between the valley of your breasts, hands grasping at your shirt to push it up, exposing you to his hungry eyes. His knee slots between your thighs, making you squeak and squeeze his leg involuntarily. Pressing your tits together to swipe his tongue across your perky nipples. 

Bathing your tits in his spit, he suckles on them like a madman. Enjoying the way you mewl and gasp, using his teeth to draw out more noises from you. Obsessed with every single part of you, even the not-so-pretty parts. He has you mapped out in his mind, his sweet, supple princess. 

"Has anyone ever eaten you out?" Kissing your areolas, soothing the small bite marks he left. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, brows furrowed in concentration. He's doting on you like it's the last time he'll ever see you again. 

"No," you say, pressing your lips together in a flat line. Feeling your stomach tighten up with butterflies and hints of nausea. 

Leon likes that. So much so that he smiles into your stomach, softly gnawing on the pudge around your belly button, earning some soft squeals and pats to try and push him away. He wants to make you crumble under him, submit to him, and never leave. Never want another man. Always comparing someone to him, wishing they did it like him. He wants to plague your mind and control you from the inside out. 

He wants to tie you up in his bedroom and never let you leave. Live your own life? No. Leon wants to drill it into your brain and body that he owns you, no thoughts about anything else but him and his body. 

He pulls down your shorts and panties in one go, watching the string of your arousal stick to the gussets of your panties. His large hands pry open your legs, pushing them up to your chest and holding them down with his weight. 

"Remember this," he spits onto your pussy, watching it swim down to your holes. Squeezing your legs when you squirm a little too much for his taste, deciding to spit once more to make sure you'll have his DNA in you for the next couple of days. 

Pressing chaste kisses on your clit because he knows it'll make your mind go all fuzzy and only think of Leon, Leon, Leon. And how good he's making you feel. Nobody else but him.

He dips his tongue between your folds and begins to languidly make out with it. Thrusting his tongue and swirling it upwards as his upper lip continues to make contact with your clit. Drawing out all sorts of pathetically cute noises from you. 

Wishing he was recording this so he could show it to his friends and brag about how he has molded you to be his perfect girl. You're not a woman until he fucks a baby into you. 

"You like that?" He suckles on your clit and gently bites down on it. Watching the way your face crinkles up and how you squeeze your eyes shut. Everything you do amuses him. 

"Daddy, mmh... god, yes!" You grasp the sheets as you feel a warm, fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen. Toes curling as Leon fucks his tongue into your drippy hole. 

He shakes his head, pressing his nose into your sensitive bundle of nerves, trying to get you to cum quickly. 

Your hands desperately try to reach for Leon for comfort as you stumble into an orgasm. "Daddy... Mmphh—fuck!" 

Legs kicking out and vibrating as he coaxes you through your orgasm. Slowly swiping his tongue through your folds to slurp up all of your cum, he presses soft kisses all around your pussy. "Such a good girl," he sighs. 

Leon spreads your legs, kissing his way up to your face. He licks his way into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue and gulp down some of his saliva. "So easy." He puts his hand on your neck, lightly applying pressure as he goes back in for more kisses. Make sure you never leave this cloudy state of mind, so he can do whatever he pleases with you. 

"Maybe I can even eat you out here," he says, letting his hand wander down to your asshole and lightly tracing the rim of it. Feeling you tense up brings a sly smile to his face. "No? Okay. Maybe next time." He chuckles and pulls back to unbuckle his jeans. 

Slowly undoing his belt and putting it next to you on the bed. Unzipping his fly as he makes direct eye contact with you the entire time. He makes you gulp nervously as he finally pushes his jeans down his muscular thighs.

Your eyes immediately jump to his hard-on. How does he even keep that thing in there? It's begging to be freed, and quite frankly, you want to run away out of nerves, not believing his cock can even fit inside of you! What the fuck did Leon even eat for it to even have grown that big and thick?

Leon sees the cogwheels turning in your head as he steps out of his pants. With each step he takes, it bounces against the slightly stained, striped fabric. "Baby, don't be so nervous. It'll be alright." His voice is soothing and convincing, almost hypnotic in the way it makes your body buzz and your mind go blank. 

It is a bit terrifying to think about the effect he honestly has on you, your mind, body, and soul. 

"Are you on the pill?" He asks, although he already knows the answer. 

"No, I'm not." You mumble shyly. Embarrassed to not be on some sort of birth control.

Leon reaches down for his wallet and pulls out a condom. "Good thing I always come prepared, huh?" Chuckles as he pulls down his briefs, stepping out of them as he tears open the condom packaging. He slipped it on his drippy and flushed tip, sliding all the way down to the base. 

Slowly kneeling on the bed to lead his dick to your hole. Sliding through your folds to gather more fluids to make the first push easier on you. 

"Ready?" He grunts as he teases you by tapping himself on your swollen clit. 

"Uhuh, 'm ready," you whine as he slowly eases himself into your pussy. 

Moaning as you helplessly flutter and tighten around his shaft. Watching your face carefully as you scrunch and tense up. Stopping halfway and grabbing ahold of your hand, his other one grips the fat of your hip so tight it'll leave a bruise the next day. 

"Almost there, baby girl, doing so well for me," he presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he drives more of himself deep inside of you.

You look down at your stomach and tighten around him as you notice the bulge from his cock being so big and deep inside of you. His tip is brushing against the opening of your womb.

"Nnh, Leon, too big," you gasp as he rolls his hips against yours. Legs squeezing against his waist as he slowly starts to thrust shallowly.

"Baby, relax. Can barely pull out of you," Leon rasps in your ear, sending chills down your spine as you try to force yourself to relax around him. 

"Mnmph, sorry, Daddy. Please—" you pout, squeezing his hand tightly. Trying to signal for him to start pounding your needy cunt already.

He nibbles on your earlobe, slowly shifting his hips to thrust in and out of you properly. Soft plap, plap, plap, of his body hitting yours, making sure that he hits your g-spot. 

You swallow a whine as he lets go of your hip to lazily rub his thumb on your swollen little button. Hearing the way your breath hitches and seeing the slight curve in your spine makes all his administrations worth it. Slowly speeding up his movements as he squeezes your hand, groaning low in his throat when you clench around him tightly like a vice. 

"Tight cunt all f'me," he thrusts harder and harder, making it difficult to keep quiet. Soft punched-out cries leave your lips alongside Daddy, Daddy, Daddy's. "Fuck, daddy's gonna make you cum so hard around his cock, might even make you scream." 

Leon slowly pushes your legs up, putting you into a mating press as he drives himself deeper into you. Fucking into your womb, which craves his thick cum. Ecstatic with the idea of 'accidentally' slipping the condom off and cumming deep in your womb. Get you pregnant and finally be his woman. 

"God, wanna get you pregnant so bad, baby," he pants, bangs falling into your face with each harsh thrust. "Would take care of you and the baby. Mmhh shit—would suck the milk outta your fat leaky tits." 

Drools into your mouth as he kisses you with fervor, teeth clashing as his dick continues to fill up your sloppy pussy. 

"Leon, please, 'm so close," you hiccup as he vigorously rubs your clit in tight circles. Your legs brush up against his head as you feel that familiar warm coil in your stomach. 

"Cum for me princess." Leon's eyes darken; pupil's swallowing up his iris as he watches you unfold before him. Because of him. 

Your body tenses up and convulses with each swipe of his thumb on your sensitive nerves. Letting out a silent scream, your eyes close tightly as you try to hold onto Leon as best as you can, feeling his hot breath on your kissed, swollen lips. His fat cock is hitting all the right spots, almost painfully good as he fucks you deeply. Constantly pressing up against your womb, making your toes curl. 

Slowly rutting through your orgasm, he feels his own start to creep up on him. "Fuck, hold on, baby. Gonna pull out for a sec," he pants, pulls out of your heat, and discreetly pulls off the condom, letting it fall on his jeans. 

He quickly puts it back in before you can notice, giving you a spine-chilling smile. Giving you a few pecks on your lips and on your forehead as he uses you like a fleshlight now. 

Letting out soft whimpers and moans, he puts his head on your shoulder. The sounds of sex are his favorite sounds. Your crying is his favorite sound in the entire world. Nothing can top you crying out for him while moaning like a total slut. 

"So fucking hot, Jesus Christ," he groans, hips rabbiting into your pussy. Your insides are so warm and so wet, he feels like it's the first time he's going raw ever. Orgasm on the fence with each thrust. That and you're making all these noises, it's hard for him to concentrate on not cumming so fast. 

"G'nna cum, babe, holy fuck—" He lifts his head off of your shoulder and kisses you feverishly, spitting deep into your throat. Putting his forehead on yours, his nose touches yours as he grunts, pumping his cum into your pussy. Sticky white ropes straight into your womb. 

Panting and whimpering as his cock slowly ruts into your messy cunt. "Fuck... So good," he chuckles lightheartedly. 

Your pussy quivers around his shaft as it softens up. It feels so hot and sticky, and your mind is too fuzzy to even process that he came inside. A dumbfounded smile plastered on your flushed pink face makes his heart swell up. 

"Such a good girl. My good girl, right?" Leon nuzzles his nose against yours. Driving the fact that you'll always be his. Even if you move across the country, he'll always follow. Always in your shadow. 

"Uhuh," you respond shyly, giggling at the affection he's giving you. His eyes soften up, and you take in his face. The light stubble, small acne scars, and the way his hair is fading from dirty blonde to brown. "always, daddy." 

[karaeilishh]

𝜗𝜚 don't make it worse s. carpenter

a/n - i had a req on this fic but i can’t find it ;((

"my greedy little slut" you cry as her strap on mashes your insides into mush, it was a wonder you could still think. your tears are dripping onto someone's sheets in your friend's house, neither of you even knowing whose room it is but everyone around you will definitely know that she is fucking you senseless. "what i give you is never enough, huh? pathetic, so pathetic"

your sobs are mixed with loud, guttural moans that she won't let you hold back. your neck is still throbbing from when sabrina literally wrote her name on it, leaving a shit ton of hickeys that no concealer can cover up. "s—sabrina…"

she cuts you off with a harsh slap to your ass. "shut up and don't make it worse" her nails dig into your thighs, pressing your body faster and harder against her cock. she was only this wild because she thought you were flirting with some guy at a party.

"you're so insatiable, baby, it's crazy" she taunts you, leaning down so your bare back touches her chest. and now it's really getting worse, with her all over you. it's driving you crazy. "p—please.." you whine, hoping she'll just give you that orgasm.

"please, what? use your words" you order your eyes as her thrusts become more intense, destroying your pussy from the inside. it's just impossible to formulate even a few words under these circumstances. "such a stupid slut for my cock, aren't you? crying, whining, but still taking every inch"

and you whine again, just to prove the truth of her words, but it didn't matter when she was fucking you so good. "i want to.. c-cum — please.." you force the words out, knowing that she simply won't give it to you unless you ask nicely.

but she had other plans.

instead of letting you fall apart on her strap, she pulls it out. she leaves you an empty and needy crying mess. you fall back onto the bed, looking over your shoulder at us. you feel betrayed, even though your pussy is still dripping onto the sheets. "sabrina.."

it doesn't affect her, because she simply hikes her underwear and pants up her legs, zipping it up. "you don't cum when you act like a slut" she grabs your wrist, forcing you off the bed. you barely have time to fix your dress before she leads you back out into the house full of people.

"i'll wait until you get too needy and start begging me to fuck you in front of everyone" she smiles, leading you to the couch where all your friends were sitting. your face is still tear stained, your body is shaking, and your neck is covered in her marks and lipstick.

your panties are still in her pants pocket.

tags; @chrissv4mp, @swamppmonsteer, @bxllxebxtch, @meliciousmel13

[soulseobie]

untitled - mafia!s.coups x gn reader

not proofread u.u

you fiddled nervously with the hem of your top, taking a deep breath to center yourself. the awful club music was making your head pound and the strobing lights bore into your eyes painfully.

it wasn’t your choice to be here. you’d much rather be curled up in a blanket, your favorite movie serving as background noise as you conversed with your boyfriend. he was the reason you were in the situation anyways.

choi seungcheol, your boyfriend and feared mafia boss, was the owner of this dreadful club. apparently he had some important meeting with various business associates that you just had to make an appearance at. you question the validity of cheol’s earlier statements because here you are, sitting alone at the bar with no knowledge of where your man is.

this was a recipe for disaster, leaving you unattended with misbehaving drunk people.

as if the universe was in tune with your thoughts, you see a group of guys laughing and begin to push their friend in your direction. you inwardly sigh, swirling the straw floating in your drink as you hope and pray he approaches someone else sitting at the bar.

but things rarely go your way in this world. this time is no different.

you hear the chair next to you scrape against the floor as it's pulled out and someone occupies it. you decide to look towards the now filled seat and your eyes meet his dark brown ones. his hair is slicked back, save for a few pieces that fall just below his eyes, his silken suit clad arms rest on the cold marble of the bar.

"hey, my names johnny. i noticed you sitting alone and thought i'd come and introduce myself. can i buy you a drink?" he flashes a smile and holds out a hand for you to shake. you give him a polite smile, resting your hand in his.

"i'm y/n," you start quietly, "and i'll pass on the drink for now, i'm still working on one..." you gesture to your half full cup of soda. "all good," he smiles and gestures to the bartender to order for himself, "what's a beautiful person like you doing sitting all alone?" he gives you another bright smile, tapping his fingers on the bar counter.

you sigh and turn your eyes back to your drink, "i was with someone, but he left me here to take care of something..." you mumble, praying johnny won't pry.

"well, his loss is my gain it seems. my buddies and i were gonna head to another bar down the street if you wanted to tag along." johnny flashes a smirk, resting his hand on your shoulder.

before you can deny his invitation, you see a figure occupy the space behind johnny. "is there a reason you feel the need to converse with my significant other?" your stomach flips as the sound of your boyfriend's voice fills your ears. "shit." you mutter to yourself, one of your hands rubbing your temples as you anticipate the impending mess.

"your significant other?" johnny chuckles as he turns toward seungcheol. "thats funny. they've been sitting alone here for a while now, i was just seizing the opportunity, since you clearly don't care about them." johnny provokes him, causing your heart to speed up.

s.coups stays surprisingly calm, but you pick up on the slight flare of his nostrils as he tries to remain composed. in the blink of an eye, his composure is gone as he grabs johnny's shirt in a balled up fist, making his rise from his seat. you look nervously over seungcheol's shoulder to see mingyu and hoshi monitoring the situation closely.

"there is no opportunity to seize, you're lucky i don't beat your face into the ground in front of this whole club." cheol snarls through gritted teeth. "i'd like to see you try." johnny smirks as he releases himself from s.coups' grasp.

before you can intervene, seungcheol throws a fist in johnny's direction, landing square on his noise with a sickening crack.

it's a slippery slope as fists are thrown and kicks are dealt; it takes 3 of seungcheol's men to pull him away from the beaten and bloodied johnny. your eyes fall to your shaking hands as johnny's friends drag him out while security harshly informs them that they are never welcome back.

seconds feel like hours as you look up to see s.coups approaching you. his hand circles around your neck when he reaches you, pulling you into a fiery kiss. your teeth clash and his exploring tongue slips between your lips, you can taste the remnants of blood from cheol's lips.

he reluctantly pulls away, hand still ghosting on your neck. "i-i'm sorry, i only replied to him politely... i didn't think he was that interested in me!" you rush to explain yourself nervously before seungcheol pulls you into another kiss.

"i'm not mad at you, darling. i know lots of people are interested in you but none of them have been dumb enough to touch what's mine." seungcheol reassures you as he plants kisses down your neck. you feel his lips turn into a smile before he pulls away from your neck, capturing your hand in his.

"i may have to punish you for entertaining him though." he chuckles and you sigh as he pulls you towards the vip area.

[izzywantscheesecake]

leo valdez x female reader!! dating headcanons *blows kiss*

Dating Leo Valdez Headcanons!

Pairing: Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader Fandom: Camp Half-Blood Chronicles/Heroes of Olympus Quick Synopsis: Just some paragraphs headcanons on how you and Leo would meet/what dating him would be like. Tags: Use of Y/N, Fluff, no specific physical description of the reader (other than the fact they're female coded), Comfort

HOW YOU TWO WOULD MEET I imagine Leo to be someone who looks for a person he's able to have a lot of common ground with in a relationship. Of course, he's able to crack jokes (even the not so funny ones) around practically everyone, but there's a difference between small banter and just full on being able to vibe with someone. I think he'd be very attracted to someone interested in the arts, or someone who likes to make their own things as a mean of self expression in general. We all know how Leo is in terms of self confidence - he'd like a person who is unapologetically them, proud of their art and self expression and someone who has enough emotional awareness to give him reassurance in a relationship when they can sense he needs it. You guys would probably first meet at some type of event or workshop, or if you're a camper, probably at the dining pavilion when he sees you and has to do a double take because "who is that cool girl I've never seen before?" he'd muster enough confidence to come up and tell you a corny joke, stumbling on his words, which makes you laugh.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

You looked up from your feet, now practically face to face with this guy you'd never seen before. His clothes were wrecked with dirt and debris, so were his gloves.

He was standing awkwardly, and his hands, clearly shaking, were clenched into tight fists.

"Sure?"

"So um, riddle me this. Why can't you hear a pterodactyl going to the bathroom?"

"Because pterodactyls went extinct 65 million years ago?"

His eyes widened, and a red tint began to become more visible around his face as he scratched his head, messing up his already tangled locks of hair.

"Oh.. That wasn't what I was going to say," He chuckled.

You smiled, suddenly feeling a warm aura coming from this boy.

"Well, what were you going to say?"

"Because, uh.. The P is.. Damn, whatever. My name's Leo. What's yours?"

ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS He was awkward at the start of the relationship, not really knowing what to say or what exactly "being a boyfriend" entails, but once he starts getting comfortable and more confident around you, that's where the fun begins (yes this is a star wars reference) Expect every Spanish nickname to be pulled out of the book. "Mi amor," "Hermosa," "Bonita," "Mi vida," "Corazón," if it exists in the Spanish language, he's most definitely said it. And he won't skip out on variations of your preferred name, or even silly sounding nicknames in public, like: "pookie" and "sugarplum" or some other stupidness. For dates, I believe he'd very much vary between educational and immersive dates and just straight up goofing off. It honestly depends on the season. Late Fall/Winter is for going to museums, workshops, possibly a joint coding class or hanging together in one of your rooms, and Spring/Summer is for exploring the town and having those cute little boardwalk + beach + ferris wheel dates. (I also imagine him to be somewhat clumsy and he WOULD drop ice cream all over the pavement.) As the son of Hephaestus, he is most definitely a human radiator. Definitely had a lot of fever scares just because of his temperature alone. But don't worry, he's fine. And the heat is an extra bonus if you're cuddling. Speaking of cuddling and physical proximity, Leo's love languages are gift-giving and physical touch. It doesn't matter if you guys have been apart for 2 minutes or 2 days, if he hasn't seen you in a little bit, he will greet you with one of those spin around hugs or a kiss on the hand. And for gift giving, he enjoys giving and receiving gifts. He likes to either make you little trinkets, or make/buy your favorite foods. He is a firm believer of giving his lady princess treatment, even on a dollar store budget. Though he wouldn't consider himself much of a photographer, I think he probably enjoys taking lots of pictures of you, both with and without him. It's to savor the moment, and also because he wishes he could've taken more pictures with his mother when she was still alive. He has a photo album of just you, him, and the adventures you two go on. You're not a stranger to pranking by him, by the way. If anything, he probably pranks you the most, out of love. You'll chase him down for a few hours, and he gets a thrill out of it knowing you won't stay mad at him forever. In conclusion, dating Leo can be rocky, calming, and give you a whirlwind of emotions, similar to how being on a floating trireme would feel.

A/N: I'm going to be real I never really paid much attention to Leo in the books, so I'm hoping this is accurate?? my bad if it isnt gang 🙏🏽🙏🏽

[sehodreams]

Could I request ways Riize members are toxic and possive and how utterly turns into sex

I hope I understood the request, toxic!riize is so interesting, maybe I lost myself a little bit, and sadly I couldn't imagine everyone. Also, Sungchan one is based on a few headcanons I've read before in the platform, I kind of almost wrote a full fic there and with Eunseok hahahaha

TW and tags: toxic!riize, dark!riize, manipulation, lying, a touch of verbal abuse, sexual content.

Eunseok, like I've said before, is really controlling. He wants to know where you are, who you are with and why you are even out, being capable of flooding your phone with texts demanding your location and, if you don't answer, going straight for your friends. This is pretty much based on how possessive he's with you, even before he starts courting you, he sees you as a potential partner only if he sees you're willing to obey him, for example, watching you for some time and how you talk to your parents, "yes dad, I'm here at school, I'll call you when I get back home", "dad but I want to stay, please... 'kay, I'll be waiting for you outside", and finding that you're a good girl easy to manage, he'll go for it. So, throughout the whole relationship, he won't have a hard time telling you to come back home, sometimes he did with nice words and little bribes like gifts and desserts, and in worst cases, lies about him not feeling well and hurting. The last one, of course, he only used it when you made things difficult for him, and it's not hard to convince you to come back, but it's hard to make you stay when you're so angry you can't stop crying while you say how preoccupied you were, you're honest, you say that only because you really were like that, so to stop you from leaving him, he'll apologize with that sweet voice he has, pushing you until he has you under him, and after that he would treat you as good as never before to make you forget why you were even mad, whispering exactly what you want to hear, all the praises you wished you had heard before, "such a good girl, listening to me so well'', and filling you with love remarks to make you remember that there's no one who loves you more than him, ''my pretty baby, crying for me because you were preoccupied, there's no one as good as you for me out there, my perfect girl.''

Sungchan is a really jealous boy, he loves his smart girl, he loves that whenever he says the name of your university everyone's impressed with the catch you are. Pretty, smart, kind, you're just perfect, which sounds amazing when he shows you off, but always makes him paranoid when he's not with you. He doesn't study with you, he's pretty, but he's not smart, so he lives in the gym and does his best to live as a trainer, and he knows he shouldn't bother you when you're so busy, but he can't stop himself. He calls you ten times a day and needs to meet every one of your friends, to feel calm and check that none of them put his position as your boyfriend in danger. He goes for you when you finish class to walk you home, and if you have a party, he's going with you. He's so fucking afraid of losing you that he can't even sleep well, and he's usually nice in bed, but if he sees you talking to a man or about a man too much, he gets lost when he touches you, leaving his nice side and pretty smile aside, he touches you until you can't talk anymore, a mess after so many orgasms, "so smart and pretty at the same time, I'm the only one who can make you this dumb, right?", because he believes that, if you can't even walk out of his apartment, of course you'll never leave him behind.

Sohee is extremely insecure, he wants to trust you, but he just can't. He tries to be good and contain himself, but before he notices it, he's already doing everything he knows he shouldn't, like checking your phone when you go to the bathroom, creating a fake profile to watch your social media and your friends, and watching all your and their stories to see if you told him the truth or not. He has tried numerous times to stop, he knows he shouldn't do it, that if he wants to have a healthy relationship with you he should trust you, but he can't, so when he sees you start suspecting he checks your phone and you take it to the bathroom with you, he decides he needs to do anything to see what you're hiding. So he fucks you even better than normal, the fire inside him pushing him to continue and continue thrusting inside you, "I'm sorry baby, I'll change, just feel how much I love you, you trust me right?", the insecurity giving him the strength to make you cum until you pass out, and once you're just like he wanted, deep asleep after everything he has done to you, he finds himself finally relaxing when he sees your phone as much as he wants, because that's a cycle that has no end.

Wonbin feels he has the right to control you and your decisions, what you eat, where you go, and especially, what you wear, so he's always judging how you look, sometimes even choosing your outfits himself because you really can't do anything well, and he can't let himself be seeing beside you if you're not looking your best. Like he says, he has a reputation to maintain. And doing all that, of course he decides when to fuck and where too. If you're in public and he feels the need to have you, you don't really have an option, whether you're on a reunion, a public place, even if you're extremely busy, if he wants to slip his hand under the skirt he chose, make you lie down and push to the side your pretty shorts or order you to go to your knees and suck him good, you'll do it, after all, he chose your outfits with the aim of getting what he wants fast and easy, and if you're good, he'll talk to you with a hint of affection and pride "shit baby, you'll have to redo your makeup, just look how you're crying all your eyeliner, but you look so good like that too", but if you don't leave him satisfied, he'll talk to you without an ounce of care, almost hurting you, ''Don't you dare come out looking like that, I don't need my girlfriend to look like a slut.''

[captainjamster]

A Surprise Exception

Pairing(s): Kate Laswell x F!Reader Warnings: pre-established strained relationship with sibling, non-sexual intimacy, post-sex cuddling and talks Wordcount: 3.2k Summary: Kate really does not like children, and there’s not a chance in hell she’s having any. No one is changing her mind – but someone else might convince her they’re not all terrible. AO3 Link: Right here! <3

A/N: A few notes for this one! This was written all in one go, so I will probably come back to edit it at some point. While I normally write neutral SFW inserts, reader identifies as a woman because I won't write Kate that isn't a lesbian <3 Pre-established strained relationship w/ sibling is an important tag. This is not a generalised portrayal of single parents; this is an insert specifically with family difficulties, and a couple trying to navigate that with understanding but not permissive boundaries. Also, I hate reading baby talk too, I'm sorry! But I can't make a four year old talk like an adult, so her speech pattern just follows the overgeneralisation of grammatical rules most children engage in developmentally. Lastly, child-free individuals have every right to be child-free, this specifically isn't a "MC changes their mind suddenly" fic. Laswell just realises that not every single child makes her want to remove her ovaries

Full fic under the cut <3

“No.” Her voice is firm, lips tight in that frown that you know means business. It doesn’t deter your dramatics, eyes pleading, hands clasped in front of you. “Please!”

“I told you, no kids.” She turns back to the countertop, sipping at the black coffee you’d just placed in front of her. The room basks in the pale sunrise, orange tinting the walls as light shines from the document Kate is already pouring herself over.

“Kate, it’s just one kid –“

“No! We talked about this at the very beginning. No kids, you agreed.”

You inhale deeply, squashing down a frustrated sigh as the pressure of your palms turns your vision fuzzy for a second. “Yes, I know I agreed – but come on!”

There’s a pause as your words linger in the air, and Kate’s shoulders drop. “Come on?”

You reel back, groaning. “No, I’m sorry – I’m sorry, not like that, fuck. I’m sorry. I’m frustrated and I just feel misunderstood, like you’re not… getting it.”

“Because there’s nothing to get; because we both made a very clear agreement when we started this relationship.” Her tone is final, but you don’t back down.

“Kate!”

She exclaims your name in exasperation, swinging back around on the barstool as she white-knuckles the tablet in her hands.

“Okay, okay – just, okay, just hear me out. Please.” You try not to wilt under her disapproving look, but she doesn’t stop you, and you take the opportunity at full speed. “It’s not even for the whole day, just six hours! I’ll take her out to the park for a bit, I promise we won’t track mud in, and we’ll take a bath, I’ll dry her in the bathroom right after.”

Her nose wrinkles in disgust with the shake of her head. “That’s good and all, but our rug? The couch? My office?”

Your head is shaking adamantly before her sentence ends. “She won’t step foot in your office, I won’t even let her go up the stairs, and I’m going to watch her the whole time.”

Disbelief is etched into her frown. “It’s a kid, babe. You’re fantastic, but you’re not magic. She’s gonna make a mess no matter how hard you try.”

Your mouth opens and closes, every retort coming up futile, and defeat quickly sinks in. Your shoulders slouch, a pout pulling at your lips as you take up the stool next to her, slumping over the cool granite top. The sigh Kate breathes is long, putting down the tablet. “Your sister’s asked us for this last-moment shit plenty before.”

“I know, but it’s different this time,” you mumble into your arms.

“And why is this ‘emergency’ any different?”

“Because she said the whole place still smells like insecticide, and she doesn’t trust the babysitter to know what to do if it makes Lottie sick, he’s barely seventeen. I don’t think she’s lying; I dropped off a grocery pickup on my way home from the store yesterday, and it really did stink.”

Kate bites at the inside of her lip, contemplating. “Can we not just give her money for a proper one?”

You look up incredulously, and Kate’s expression immediately crumples. “Sorry, yeah. That was stupid, I know we said no more giving her money.”

You return back to your forlorn position, tracing mindless shapes that leave a quickly evaporating trail of body heat.

“Honey, if we say yes, she’s going to keep asking us. I don’t want to set a precedent.” Her expression is sympathetic as you peer over the ruffled humps of your sleeve, a hand settling on your thigh. “She had time to get a better replacement, it’s not like the house started stinking yesterday. I’m not letting you play unpaid full-time caregiver again.”

You slide your own hand over hers, grip curling around the ring nestled against the base of her finger. “I know Kate, it won’t go that far. She can ask, but I swear, this will be the only time she ever stays at our house until she’s older. If she ever pulls this again, I’ll pack an overnight bag and go over there – I’ll go to our parents, if I really have to.”

“And she’s really going to work this time?” Kate probes, arms crossed. “This isn’t another “oh, I was definitely at ‘work’, but then I went on this date with a cute guy I just happened to meet on my ‘lunch break’ and forgot to block you from seeing the photos on my story?””

“I made triple sure – she sent me her schedule for the whole month, and a confirmation text that she’d be late this morning with a response from her boss. She already sent the interview confirmation when she got it, and she showed me the congratulatory email when we went out for drinks too.”

Before Kate can speak, you hold up your hand. “And I know, those can be easily faked. So, she’s going to share her location with me when – if we say yes – she gets there, and I’ll call her work line at some random point so Lottie can talk to her, to make sure. She’d be putting in more effort to fabricate this than she would actually getting the job.”

The air feels thick as Kate stays quiet – just looks over your face, searching for something.

“I’m not helping.” She concedes after a long pause, and you bolt up straight, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep back a loud cheer.

“I mean it, I’m going to be in my office. I’ll come out for lunch and say hello, I’m not going to ignore the kid. But no begging to play games, no help cleaning up messes or disasters, no picking you up halfway if her legs get tired.” She tilts her head, an eyebrow raised expectantly, amusement in those pretty blue eyes as she gazes at you.

“Nothing, I swear to god, baby. I’ll have lunch ready at around 12, I’ll just text you and you can come down.” You bring her hand to your lips, peppering kisses across her knuckles, making sure to be generous over her ring with a cheeky smile that Kate fondly rolls her eyes at.

==

Charlotte warbles a rhyme she learnt in day-care as you pull into your street, kicking her feet in time with the ticking of the indicator as you stop in the driveway. She makes a loud squawk as you reach for the door handle, a small glare peering up at you through the window to warn your hand away from it. You watch as she tugs at it until the latch clicks, using her legs to swing it open. “I did it all by myself!”

You give her a bemused smile, holding out a hand that she accepts as her little legs stretch to meet the pavement. “Yeah sweetie, you did it all by yourself, good job opening it. You wanna grab your bag, or should Auntie do it?”

Charlotte gives you the most withering look a four year old can muster, sighing loudly as she grabs the straps of her backpack from the floor. “Don’t you know I’m a big girl now? I gotta carry my own bag, Mama said.”

The pressure in your chest hurts as your throat constricts, desperately holding your breath to avoid laughing at the very serious mistake you’ve just made. “I’m – ah, sorry, I’m so sorry Lottie. You are a big girl now, yes.”

All is forgiven as you extend your hand again, and Charlotte skips up the short driveway by your side, backpack clunking with each step. “Was my singing good Auntie?”

You hum approvingly, swinging your arm gently. “It was great, honey. You know so much about bugs!”

She gives you a pleased, toothy grin, her face scrunched up in exaggeration. Before you open the to the door, you halt, crouching down to your niece’s level. She frowns at you inquisitively, gaze moving between your face and the door. “Alright, sweetheart. You remember what I said?”

Her expression dissolves into a sassy squint, nose scrunched up in distaste of your obviously silly adult ways. “Auntie, you told me like – like a million times!”

“I know, I know. Can you say it back to me, just one more time?”

With a roll of her eyes, she takes a deep breath, holding up a finger for each instruction you’ve given her. “Auntie Kate is really really busy, so we gotta be quiet, not be yelling, and I can’t be going up the stairs and being distracting.”

You nod in encouragement, giving her a smile. “And?”

Charlotte frowns, thinking for a moment, before her eyes light up. “And no making messes!”

She throws her arms up as you cheer, her chubby cheeks squished between them. “Yay! Inside now?”

You clap your hands to your thighs, standing up to reach for the handle. “Yep, inside now.”

Charlotte barrels through the door before it’s even fully open, almost pulled back as her bag is caught in the opening, and you catch her hand to stop her from running off. “Hold up, cowgirl! Those shoes need to come off first.”

You shuck off your own, watching as Charlotte tugs at hers, before helping her line them neatly against the wall. Coming out the hallway, to your surprise, Kate is sitting on the couch. You shoot her a confused frown as you walk closer, but she just comes over to meet you halfway, crouching down to Charlotte’s level. “Hey, sweetheart, I wanted to say hi again. Remember me?”

Charlotte lingers near your leg, her hand scrunched up in your pants as she looks your wife up and down. “You’re Auntie Kate.”

She gives a small smile, nodding slowly. “Yep. That’s right.”

Charlotte doesn’t respond, fingers in her mouth nervously. The room is quiet for a second as Kate looks equally unsure, twisting her hands together as she speaks again. “What… have you been up to lately?”

Your niece looks at her owlishly, round eyes slowly blinking.

“I punched a boy.”

Kate’s eyes widen, taken aback with an expression you mirror. “You punched a boy?”

Your niece nods solemnly, looking down at her scrunched up fist with a dramatic reminiscence. “He told my friend – he said, he was really mean, and he said girls can’t ride bikes, and he uhm – he did this,” she explains, making a sharp pushing motion into the air, “and she falled off and got hurted and she was really sad. And then I was sad, and then I did my fist like this and punched him!”

She raises her fist to Kate, a proud look on her small face, and you watch Kate struggle to keep the corners of her lips from peeking up. “Wow, I see. Did you get in trouble?”

Charlotte’s pigtails bounce as she shakes her head confidently, bringing a leg up to point at it as she balances on the other. “Nuh-uh, ‘cos my friend had all the blood on her knee and she was crying.”

Kate nods, clasping her hands together, already out of her depth with the look she gives you. “Right. Okay. Well, no punching anyone or falling off things while you’re here, alright?”

“Alright!” Charlotte chirps, giving Kate the same toothy grin. She gives a smile back before shooting you an impressed but shocked look that you just shrug at, grinning. Kate shakes her head, and you catch and squeeze her hand, pressing your lips to hers appreciatively before she scampers off. “Thank you, I love you.”

The wink she directs your way sends butterflies through your stomach, and they erupt as she calls out, retreating up the stairs. “Don’t worry! You’ll make it up to me.”

==

Charlotte peers down at the puzzle, hands on her hips as she balances the towel on her head. Impossibly happy voices sing from the TV as a show she begged for plays, and you catch a blue dog playing a xylophone with her orange sister when you peak around the corner to check on your niece. “Everything going okay, pumpkin?”

The puzzle is very uncomplete, but she’s been following your advice of finding all the border pieces, given the little pile she’s accumulating concentratedly. “We can get an easier one, honey. 50 pieces is a lot.”

Charlotte looks up at that, unimpressed. “I already did 10 pieces of jigsaw!”

With a shrug, you disappear back into the kitchen, cutting up the last toppings on your board as you call out again. “Alright, that’s fine. But lunch will be ready in 10 minutes, so we’ll take a break then, okay?”

A small grumble of acknowledgement comes from the floor, and you get back to it. Before long, the sandwiches are plated up, and Kate’s salad is in a bowl with her plate. Charlotte makes less fuss than you’d thought as she drags her feet over to the table, clambering up the chair to sit down. Grabbing your phone, you send off a text, shoving it back in your pocket before bringing the plates over. Charlotte eyes the sandwiches, peeking through the layers of bread. “Is it good?”

You laugh, picking up your own slice. “I hope so. Your mama said it’s your favourite.”

“No way!” She perks up excitedly, grabbing a quarter and taking a big bite. Kate descends from her office a few minutes later, cup in hand and making a beeline for the kitchen. She comes out with a fresh cup a moment later, taking a seat across from you. “Thanks for brewing a pot, honey,” she murmurs, scooping up a spoonful of salad. “Have you girls been having fun?”

Charlotte hums through a mouthful, wiggling in her chair. “Shaw ducksh at th’prk!”

Kate tries to hold back a grimace, cringing at the food around her mouth, and you send her an apologetic look as you speak up. “Swallow your food first, Lottie.”

Between chews, she narrows her eyes at you, but swallows before speaking again. “There was a mama and her babies.”

The meal is spent in a very one-sided conversation about your trip to the park as Charlotte earnestly recounts every detail, informing Kate about all the kinds of bugs she found under the rocks. The girl is on a long rattle about the spots on ladybug shells when Kate clears her throat, stacking her dishes together, and Charlotte cuts herself off. “No more food already?”

“I have work to finish,” Kate explains as she stands up, “and I’m sure you’re excited to play with Auntie for the last hour you’re here, right?”

A misty expression crosses Charlotte’s dirty face at the realisation, her bottom lip puckering out. “But what if I goed home and comed back after I sleep?”

Kate gives you a pointed look as she disappears around the corner, and you close your eyes for a moment as dishes clink against the metal sink, silently cursing. “Remember we talked about that, babes? You got day-care tomorrow, and I’ll come see you on the weekend.”

Charlotte brightens up temporarily at the mention of day-care, but you can see the moment she realises it’s ‘stopping’ her from coming over as her expression dampens again. “Can we go see ducks on the weekend?”

“Yeah honey, we can see the ducks again.” You nod, leaning back in your chair as Charlotte shoves the last of her sandwich into her mouth. Closing your eyes, your head falls back until it meets the wooden frame, taking a moment to sink down and relax. But tension suddenly springs back into them as fingers slide under your chin, your eyes opening to meet an upside down Kate.

“Hey beautiful,” she murmurs, and you giggle in her grasp, humming as she presses her lips to yours. “Thanks for lunch. You’re so sweet, keeping me fed.” She gives your cheek an affectionate pat, pulling away and heading to the stairs as you sit up and give her a scandalised look at her teasing praise. Footsteps against the floor patter behind you, and Charlotte darts past Kate to the door before you can question her.

“Auntie Kate!”

Your wife pauses, and you can see her breathe in before she turns. “What’s up, kiddo?”

Charlotte drags her bag over, crouching down and rummaging through its depths to pull something out. It takes you a moment to recognise the scraggly stems and squashed petals, but Charlotte shoves them out in offering with the confidence of someone holding a thousand dollar bouquet. “Auntie said you like flowers, and I thoughted maybe you got no flowers inside, so I got the best ones for you!”

Kate’s face pinches into something you’ve never seen before, and you debate stepping in before she crouches down, extending her hand to take the ragged bundle. “That was really thoughtful of you, Charlotte.” She takes a moment to smell them – more for Charlotte’s sake, you think –, and gives the kid a soft smile. “Thank you for getting me flowers. I’ll be happy to have them in my office now, hey?”

You can see Charlotte’s fingers twist and intertwine as they meet behind her back, shoulders up high as she sways happily, and you can only imagine the grin she’s giving Kate. “You’re welcome!” She chimes, grabbing her bag and hauling it back to the door. You watch Kate take in the flowers as they droop over her hand, standing up as she casts a look over at Charlotte, running back to the table. Your gazes connect as she flickers to you, a grin filling her face as she gestures the flowers at you, to which you flap your hand towards the stairs cheekily.

Your phone buzzes as you turn on the tap for Charlotte, and you pull it out as she dries her hands, tapping in on the photo of the flowers in a tall glass next to her computer.

<< Can’t wait to see yours. ;)

==

“I still hate kids.”

“I know,” you sigh happily into her collarbones, pressing a kiss against a mole there. Her skin is still soured by sweat, and you hum appreciatively at the taste, basking in the post-orgasmic daze washing through your limbs. Everything feels warm, exertion mingling with fatigue to settle across you in a sleepy blanket, and you can’t stifle a yawn that bubbles up.

“She was sweet, though. Thought she’d be more of a menace.”

A hum is all you get out, listening to the patter of her heart.

“We’re never having them.”

Kate squirms at the way you huff in amusement against her skin at the remark, tilting up to give her a look. “I know, honey. Wasn’t planning on changing my mind.”

She grins, running her nails across your scalp, bringing you back against her bare chest. “Thought I fucked that sass out.”

You snort, dipping out your tongue to run against her jugular, kissing the damp trail. “The only thing that recovers faster than your libido is my attitude.”

Kate laughs at that, nudging her leg further up between your thighs to make you squeak. “Now you’re trying to wind me up, close your damn eyes.”

“Uh-huh. I remember them being closed before you reminded me you hate kids.”

You whimper as her fingers tug in reprimand at your hair before resuming their strokes, rustling accompanying the sound of breathing in the moonlight room. There are lights swirling in barely visible colours as you fall further into a world between here and unconsciousness, and you feel weightless, floating in nothingness with the only person you’ve ever wanted by your side.

“… She wasn’t that bad, though.”

“Kate, go to sleep.”

dividers by cafekitsune

[thornsnvultures]

I'm obsessed with @mcbeanzontoast 's renfaire!Eddie and I had this little thought that wouldn't leave my brain so 🤲 take pls

Renfaire!Eddie sells little trinkets that he makes, carvings by Wayne that he hand painted, jewelry that he finds at antique stores and fixes up.

One year his booth is across from yours and he's smitten. Trying to sell his wares and not stare at you in your farie wings and a crocheted top you made yourself.

You've got farie wings hanging around the back and sides of your tent and crochet clothing on racks. Tables full of little yarn knickknacks and fantasy creatures. A line of dice pouches in front of your till that look like potion bottles.

He wants so badly to go over and talk to you but you and your lovely creations are being swarmed by the weekend masses and Eddie almost feels a sense of pride? A twinge in his chest that says, "You've worked so hard, you deserve it" and "I hope they keep coming so that smile never leaves your face".

Eddie does in fact get a chance to talk to you when he finds you inspecting a necklace. One of his favorites, he'd set the jewels himself after removing the old ones that had lost their luster. The glitter on your cheeks sparkles, sunlight bouncing between you and the necklace.

"Do you want to try it on?"

You gasp, your fingers jumping on the delicate metal as you look up at Eddie. The cramped space of the tent means the two of you are close, a breath away from touching though Eddie tries to keep a respectful distance.

"Oh! Um, sure." You look up at him through your lashes, holding the necklace in your palm. "Could you?"

Eddie swallows, his eyes wide on yours as he takes your offering. With a side step he's behind you, cautious of your wings fluttering in the light breeze blowing through the tent as he reaches around to drape the jewels around your neck. Your head tilts down, exposing the smooth column of your neck and Eddie feels the perverse urge to bite, to claim, to kiss you there and leave a mark so everyone knows this sweet little creature is his alone.

He swallows it down and fumbles with the clasp for a moment, sweat dripping down the back of his neck before the latch clicks.

"There," he smiles. "You-, it looks beautiful."

You turn around with a smile spreading on your face. Your eyes won't stop twinkling, it's messing with his head like crazy.

"You sure you're not buttering me up so I'll buy it?"

"Sweetheart, I'll give it to you for free."

Wayne would smack him if he saw him giving away merchandise just cause he though you were pretty. But he would. Fuck, he'd give anything for you to keep looking at him like that.

"Oh I couldn't. You can't- Here," you reach into the little coin purse tied at your waist and pull out enough to cover the price on the tag and tuck it into Eddie's hand. You tuck it closed and Eddie's heart races when you keep your fingers there, so warm and soft against his skin.

"How about you take me to dinner instead...,"

"Eddie. My name's Eddie. Munson."

'How about we go get some dinner, Eddie Munson," you flash him a brilliant smile, "after we close up tonight? That a fair trade?"

He nods down at you, his eyebrows raised, mouth slightly agape because, holy shit, he can't believe it.

Your friend calls your name from your tent and you finally let go of his hand, biting your lip as you wave goodbye.

Eddie waves back and when you disappear into your tent he crumples to the floor, squealing like a schoolgirl.

"Is he ok?"

Someone asks Wayne as they approach him with their purchases.

"Hm? Oh yeah, he does that all the time."

[deadrlngers]

oc smash or pass.

i was tagged by @ruvviks and @mojaves thank youuu this was so much fun!! <3 tagging: @arisatominakos @elgaravel @ncytiri

@faarkas @pawnguild @gothimp @katsigian and whoever else wants to join!!!

rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

full name: fenix hayes

height: 1.91m

age: 30 (as of 2077)

gender: man

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

PROS:

extremely funny and entertaining, knows how to crack a good joke and make you smile no matter what, won't keep you bored.

very domestic..if you manage to pin him down in a serious relationship. will hit the grocery store for you even at 4am, do anything to please you and make you happy, buy you gifts etc etc. very big on affection and pda (if you dislike it he will be respectful enough in public but will be all over you in private. he's like a teddy bear.)

charismatic, a big flirt, he knows how to seduce you and i'm afraid he's very good at it.

despite his asshole exterior he hides a big heart and a very clever mind. great conversationalist if you like reading, movies and retro music (he even collects vinyls and old books). he might come off as a bit pretentious for fun but he genuinely doesn't judge your tastes.

CONS:

extremely elusive. and i mean the type of elusive that will disappear for a bunch of months without a word because he didn't want to face responsibilities/his own feelings/a fight.

the type that will lure you easily in a one night stand, make you feel like this might lead to more and then leave you heartbroken the morning after.

he can be extremely annoying and difficult to deal with. he will antagonize anyone that he dislikes, sometimes the ones he likes too and make a fight worse by purposefully making you mad smth like 90% of the times. all out of spite.

emotionally closed off unless you fight his 7 evil attempts to push you out of his life and succeed to drag him out of his shell.

will make you live the best and worst moment of your life. he necessarily needs someone with a strong character to match his and finally put him in his place otherwise good luck with all the suffering he will bring.

EXTRA:

he can't cook for shit, despite his italian blood, BUT if you join him it's going to be a super fun experience even if messy. match his silly goofy ass!!

switch king. big lover of cumming inside and giving head. hope you'll have fun. also he likes if you mess him up a bit, push him around and be mean to him literally.

good with cars and house maintenance chores.

he's something of an old man inside. always complaining about stuff, likes to spend the night at home, he can fall asleep on a chair in 5 minutes.

[spaceofentropy]

It was supposed to be a quick thing, when I started writing it. Instead, my fic for the Harringrove Corner Pride Event grew and grew until it became the 38k-word story it is now.

My prompt was "Find me in the future" and what I offer you today is a story about time travel, paradoxes, pining, the fear of screwing up, and also monsters, titled

Time travel is real

On ao3

Rated E for blood, not sexy times

Pairing: Harringrove (but the last chapter is all Munver because I am a self-indulgent fool!)

Relevant tags: Time Travel AU; Canon Divergence; Neil Hargrove is His Own Warning; Implied/Referenced Child Abuse; Blood and Injury; Homophobia; Internalized Homophobia; Protective Parent Jim "Chief" Hopper; Robin Buckley is a good friend; Fix-it fic (if by fix-it you mean I fuck things up even more and the body count is higher); Whump; Pride Parades; references to HIV/AIDS Crisis; Billy Hargrove tries to be a decent brother (results may vary); Karen Wheeler and the married ladies of Hawkins being creeps

Summary: It's the summer of 1981 and one of Billy's friend bets that Billy won't have the guts to go and spend five minutes talking with the naked weirdo that's hiding under the pier.
Billy's 14 and he has no idea of what consequences accepting that bet will have.

It starts like this:

"There's a weirdo under the pier."

From where he's propped against the wooden parapet, Billy stops letting his gaze float over the people walking by them on the pier and turns to look at Stab. The rest of their group does the same, all keeping their eyes politely away from Stab's busted lip and swollen cheek even as they look at him.

"As if the whole beachfront isn't full of weirdos every day," Jimmy Z. says in a dismissive huff.

Pudge and Lily nod, and she's already back to drawing little black toothy monsters on the green fabric of her shoes. There's a hole in the sole of her right shoe. She said her mom's waiting for her next weekly pay check to buy her a new pair. They've been waiting for the right pay check for two month.

Billy looks away and stomps down the jealous resentment over the fact that at least her mom seems to be the kind of parent that will never stop trying. Unlike his, or some of the parents of the others in their group.

"A different kind of weirdo," he hears Stab insist.

Billy does his best not to snicker when Jimmy F. eyes Stab with all the skepticism a five-foot-nothing kid can muster. Which is a lot, if your name is Jimmy Fernandez.

"Define different," Jimmy F. says.

"I think this one ran from an asylum or something like that."

"Like Roaming Maggie," Jimmy F. is quick to supply.

"No, different! This one doesn't have shit."

"So, like the poncho guy."

"No. He's naked."

"So, like Perv Guy last summer," Lily intervenes without even looking up, and Jimmy F. nods.

"No-ooooh!" Stab is getting closer to the end of his patience. "This one is not approaching anyone."

"Ok, so, like the high lady with the tattoos and the−"

"No, he's not talking to the sirens−"

"Kraken," Pudge says while exhaling a plume of smoke. "The lady with the orange bush said her talking to the kraken was what kept it from eating the pier."

Billy pulls a cig from his own pack as he tunes the diatribe out. There's a good chance they're gonna go on for hours. They've done it before. It's the first weekend of summer break and they still have fuck all to do: inane chatter is perfect for them to waste time but not money.

He likes when it's like this. When they can just sit around, or swim, or talk about shit that doesn't really matter. He likes when they can forget life is shit, parents are a mess, school's a drag, and the future is on fire. Nothing better than to let his friends' words wash over him and make the world seem a little less fucked.

He has just finished his cigarette, making sure to smoke every last bit of it, when he registers what Stab's saying:

"I bet Billy wouldn't."

"I wouldn't what?"

"Find the balls to go and talk to the weirdo under the pier."

[olderthannetfic]

Hi hi! I have a question and I apologise if it's impertinent but I really didn't have anyone else to ask. I'm new to ao3 and I'm still figuring out how it works. The problem is this- when I look up a character x reader, I'll see the tag included in many works that have oneshots but since it's a side character, more often than not the oneshot for the character hasn't been written and the tag has been there for months. Is it okay to do that or is it tagging something incorrectly? They say they'll write one eventually but they never do, y'know? To me it kind of feels like they're just trying to reach a wider audience but because of this I can't even filter tags and I have to manually search through the book to check if the character is included, especially when the chapters are titled only by numbers :')

Is it okay to tag things in advance like that?

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Oh boy...

Wattpad refugees do tend to use AO3 "wrong", sometimes in ways that break the rules and sometimes just in ways I find annoying and against typical AO3 culture.

I'm assuming you are coming from Wattpad based on you calling a work or a fic a "book", which is a very, very Wattpad thing to do.

I'm assuming they are coming from Wattpad given the bad behavior you're describing and the fact that they're a x reader writer.

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So, here's the thing, if you start writing a fic and there's any amount of the actual fic, even if it's pretty short and bad or in a weird format or whatever, it's still a valid fanwork. Most of the time, AO3 leaves it to the author to decide how to tag (aside from a very few things like death threats in the tags or failing to use the required archive warnings).

AO3 won't stop someone from tagging a future pairing that hasn't appeared yet.

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But "books" of "oneshots" are such an obnoxious Wattpad thing. This is a completely stupid use of AO3 from the "Please send me prompts" part that is usually in there to the way that unrelated fics are smashed together.

It's not against the rules, but it's a crappy use of AO3 befitting of n00bs.

Sadly, old hands at AO3 also make shitty works that are unrelated stories mashed together. They're often a whole set of kinktober fics or something where the trope tags and the ship tags are accurate, but you can't tell which ones go with which ones without searching the whole fic.

We regularly complain about that on here.

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A much better way to use AO3 is to make a series titled "My x Reader Oneshots" or "All of my kinktober fics" where each separate story is its own work with its own tags.

My assumption is that this person is using the inaccurate tag both to get more eyeballs on their existing work and because they probably take prompts for that ship or something. (I'm basing this on the kinds of things people say on their oneshot books on Wattpad. Maybe they don't actually take prompts since you haven't mentioned it.)

Some people just don't care that they're annoying others and messing up the tags, but I think some actually don't realize how AO3 filtering works and have no idea this behavior is a nuisance.

On a lot of sites, both Wattpad and algorithm-driven social media, unless a post/work is very popular, it disappears out of sight. Even an inaccurate tag doesn't do that much.

On AO3, one is getting a full list of everything with the tag, going back however far. It's a library catalogue for which you should use accurate data. But this writer is probably thinking of tags more as advertising and a way to get their name out there so readers can follow them pre-emptively. They mean to write the ship in the future, so it's not really inaccurate... (And, tbh, if it were a single work and the ship just hadn't appeared yet, I would agree with them even though those are frustrating too.)

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So no, they should not do this.

But it's not actually against the rules.

I would mute the annoying people who do this.

[marigolddove]

Love Begins With Murder, Believe it or Not.

Part One

This is a request from @yandere-dark-cupid, I'm sure you intended for this to be a one-shot...buuuuut I got super carried away because I L O V E mafia/mob AUs. They're my favorite all around and I just couldn't help myself, especially when you said you wanted a sweet civilian that's my jam. So, yeah this is part One for now, I'm thinking this is gonna end up being 3 parts minimum with how it's going and I will tag you in all 3, thanks for the request it was so much fun to plan and write and I hope you're happy with it!

Warnings: Blood and violence at the start, bit of torture and mentions of murder. Only at the very start though.

💀♥️💀

     If Wally Darling could only choose two qualities he hates most in this world he would choose dishonesty and disloyalty. Both of which this sorry bastard strapped to a chair in his office have. Wally didn't need to watch to know Barnaby was doing his job and doing it well, making this insignificant waste of air scream and wheeze through his gag. 

     He had more important things to focus on anyhow, like his craft for one. Having grown bored of reading recent reports and approving deals with neighboring rival groups, he turned to what he really loved most: art. 

     Sure now it was only a hobby compared to his full time job of running his family, but in his younger years it was his passion; his reason to get out of bed each morning and breathe. He's become weary and disappointed by his lack of motivation and inspiration as of late. There was a time when no one could pull him away from an easel or a sketch book for hours; but now, even with the tension and emotions bouncing around the room from this well deserved "lesson" he couldn't fully immerse himself in his work.

     At a particularly loud and strangled cry from the now ex-member of his family, Wally growled and scribbled through his current piece so violently the paper ripped; then tossed the sketchbook and pencil haphazardly onto his desk. He finally turned his attention to Barnaby and his victim.

     Barnaby, having heard his friend's frustration through the gasping breaths of some no-name newbie who crossed Eddie and Frank, immediately fixed his attention onto Wally.

     "Everything alright boss?" 

     "Just peachy." Wally sneered sarcastically, clasping his hands tightly together on his desk, "I believe I'm now tired of our session, you can take him and finish this up elsewhere, please? Oh, and on your way out get Julie for me." 

     Barnaby immediately unstrapped the man from the chair and threw his weak, limp body over his shoulder, "Sure thing boss, I won't take up more of your time; but I'll be around if ya' need me." He moved to grab the bloodied and soiled chair, but stopped when Wally waved dismissively.

     "No need for that, leave the chair and the mess, I'll have someone else clean that. Thank you Barnaby, be safe." Barnaby nodded and with that left the now slightly dank office. 

     Now alone for a moment, Wally leaned back into his leather seat and sighed, typically he wouldn't have these sessions in his office but this had been a…special occasion. A heat of the moment call if you will. 

     You see, that man had been new to the family, very new. He had yet to learn just how important family really is to Mr. Darling, but when he put the lives of Eddie and Frank into danger well…now he knew. All could have been forgiven had he shown a bit of sympathy and care for his new found family, but all he seemed to care about was his wallet. Selling personal information about individual members of the family to rival groups or reporters, one of those stories being about Eddie and Frank.

     Wally has never frowned upon interpersonal relationships, in fact he had encouraged it. Afterall, love is a beautiful and wonderful thing and he was so pleased it had been found in his friends. It was just such a shame that others didn't seem to share his sentiments on the matter.

     Running a hand through his hair, he attempted to correct any loose curled strands that fell into his face and onto his ears during his episode moments before, using any residual hair product still in his hair to hold them back in place. He began to straighten his posture and his desk at the sound of heel'd footsteps against the hardwood floors of the hall outside his door.

     Soon in walked Julie, dressed in a very fine magenta three-piece suit, a black criss-cross bow tie, classic black heels and her hair curled and pinned back to perfection; jewelry accenting her manicured hands. Wally felt a swell of pride and admiration towards Julie's sense of confidence and style.

     "Well, don't you look fierce today my friend." He started warmly at her entrance, she beamed at his compliment; only briefly glancing at the bloody mess at the center of his office before seemingly losing interest and turning her attention back to him. 

     "I woke up feeling fierce, so I just had to go all out today," she states as she moves to stand in front of his desk, hands on her hips, "so," she glances at the distressed art book still on his desk, "Barnaby said you needed to see me?"

     "Yes, I just sent him to take care of that…problem we were having, and it occured to me that the problem had a romantic partner. A young woman by the name of…" he examined a note he wrote for himself, "Ah, Allison Forester."

     A look of understanding flashed across Julie's face, "You need me to take care of her?" She was surprised when he shook his head.

     "No, no that won't be necessary. Our message will be clear soon enough, and there was never any evidence she was involved in his little scheme." His face turned a bit sour at the end before reverting back to neutral, "No, I want to send her flowers as an apology for his mess and for my rash actions." He sounded anything but apologetic, in fact he smiled just a tiny bit when calling his actions 'rash'. 

     "Oh, okay, sure thing sir. Any types of flowers in particular?" She knew Wally was very detail oriented and wanted to be sure he was giving her full creative liberties. 

     He waved dismissively, "No, just something pretty, that's all for now. You're dismissed, be safe." Turning his attention back to the art book, Julie knew he was now ignoring her; but she didn't take it to heart, he never meant anything by it, that's just how he was. Quick and to the point, and once the point was over he was done with it entirely.

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     Julie closed the office door behind her as she strutted her way back out into the main area of the building, the building they're in used to be strictly an office building, but since it fell into Wally's hands it was almost like an art studio where business happened to be held. He had completely renovated the building, still keeping some of the office spaces (not all of them were used as such however) but also turning part of the building into his own private home and space. They had more official places of business elsewhere, this one was just for comfort, for him to be himself. 

     Only the closest of family members were allowed to work here, the most trusted and beloved; because Wally does love them, even with his business facade and too-cool-for-you appearance she never doubted his love for her and the others. How could she when they're family?

     Julie decided she wouldn't leave until she could say goodbye to Frank and Eddie, they were her two closest friends in and out of the organization, and she knew that the recent news of betrayal had hit Frank hardest. Behind their serious and uncaring demnor hid a very emotional individual only she and Eddie really got to see. 

     It didn't take very long to find them and when she did she nearly hesitated, they were having a moment together and seemed to be having a very serious conversation. Together they sat on a velvet bench in front of a few art pieces Wally had completed, their fingers were interlocked as they faced once another. It seemed so pure and intimate, she nearly turned to leave until Eddie spotted her out of the corner of his eyes and offered her a soft smile and silently waved her over.

     When she reached the two she immediately pulled them both into a tight hug, "I'm so sorry, everything's gonna be okay, Wally will take care of this. I know he will." The two hugged her back just as tight.

     "Thank you, Julie. We're grateful for the support." Said Eddie, his southern charm as endearing as ever. She felt Frank nod against her shoulder and sniff a little.

     She pulled back and with as big of a smile as she could manage, Frank made it a little hard though, her poor friend's face was tear stained and eyes a bit redder than normal. They'd definitely been crying, and looking at Eddie she found unshed tears locked in his eyes and his face more flushed than usual. Good riddance to that idiot, whatever his name had been.

     She'd never been the violent or hateful sort, usually charasmatic and subtle, but if Wally or Barnaby had refused to do something about that guy…well, she had no doubts she would have taken him herself.

     "So where does Wally have you going?" Eddie asks, changing subject, a knowing look in his eyes. He was a sharp character, so she didn't have to ask how he knew Wally had given her a task.

     "I'm glad you asked, he's asked me to pick up flowers for a lady, I wanted your advice on a good shop for it. He wants them pretty." Eddie raised a brow at her and she chuckled, "Not that kinda lady, I'm afraid. It's for the…uh, girlfriend of the scum bag." 

     "I'm surprised he's sending her anything but a death threat." Frank says. 

     "Yeah, well boss says she didn't have nothin' to do with what went down. She's just a civilian caught up in it." 

     Frank nods while Eddie gets this excited look in his eyes, "Oh! I know just the place, hold on," he shifts and reaches into his back pocket to pull out a nice leather wallet, he takes out a small business card and hands it to Julie, "This place is really good at making bouquets, one of the employees there is a real charmer. Name's Y/N, (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. They're an artist when it comes to flowers, I swear." He said with a bright smile on his face, before turning a bit sheepish as the tips of his ears turned red, "I, uh, used to go there a lot back when I would get flowers for Frank." He admits.

     Frank practically has hearts in their eyes as they gaze lovingly at Eddie and his bashful face, Julie giggles at how cute they are together. They truly deserved the happiness they found in one another.

     "Well then, this is where I'll go then! How can I say no when you give such a sparkling review?" She teases, looking over the card and memorizing the address before tucking it into her pocket, "If I tell them your name will I get a discount?" She joked, but suddenly Eddie got a look of realization on his face.

     "Ya know what? You actually might! Y/N owes me a bit of a favor, so you just tell her Eddie Dear sent ya and I'm sure she'll do something for ya." Both Julie and Frank gave him a questioning look so he continued, "There was a big ol' spider in there the last time I went, poor thing was absolutely terrified, sitting on the counter and staring at it. So, I killed it for them and they gave me an IOU, they wanted to give me my flowers for the day free of charge, but I refused." He explained with a shrug and a sweet smile.

     "Flowers probably won't be too expensive and it's on Wally's dollar so I'm not really worried about it, but I'll still tell them you said 'hi'." 

     "Please do!" 

     Julie turned to leave, but not before giving one more tight hug to Frank, rubbing their back soothingly. They return the hug just as tightly.

     "Be safe, and come back soon…I think I wanna talk to you alone later. I have a lot on my mind." Frank whispers into her ear, although Eddie might've heard it. He didn't speak on it. 

     She pats their back, "Sure thing, bestie." 

     With that she ends the hug and waved as she leaves the room, leaving the two as they embrace one another and continue speaking 'I love you's in hushed tones.

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     The flower shop is only 15 minutes from Wally's "home", and even though she recognizes the strip its located in, she's certain she's never noticed the shop before. It's surrounded by restaurants and a bakery, but now that she's noticed it she can appreciate just how cute it looks. It's small and the sign is elegant while the actual building itself is colorful compared to the rest surrounding it. It's actually so colorful she wonders how she's never noticed it before.

     She enters the establishment with a ring from the bell hanging just above the door signaling her entrance, the inside is a bit more simple compared to the outside, mostly natural woods and white paint while the flowers brought the room to life with their vibrancy and colors. To her right she sees a (e/c) and (h/c) employee, just as Eddie had described.

     You jump up from a stool you had been sitting on behind the counter with the register. Greeting her with a bright, relaxed smile.

     "Oh! Hello, welcome, my name is Y/N. Is there any type of flower you're looking for in particular today?" 

     "Hello, my name is Julie. Julie Joyful, how do you do?" She asks cooly, approaching the counter and outstretching her hand, your smile somehow becomes even more dazzling at her introduction and greeting. 

     "I'm doing well actually, thank you for asking." 

     Julie reaches into her pocket and pulls out the business card holding it up, "I got your card from Eddie, he says hello and that you're quite the florist." You move out from behind the counter with a gasp, still smiling.

     "Oh! Eddie sent you? Does he need more flowers for that friend of his? I thought for sure he would've won them over by now!" You laugh.

     "Nope, he only recommended you, I'm here for another friend of mine actually." Julie corrects, a smirk growing on her lips, "Oh, and that friend has certainly been won over. They're so cute it's sickening." 

     "Oh I knew it! I had a good feeling about him, I don't always have a good feeling about every customer who comes in, but he was definitely one of the sweetest. Definitely a lot of love in his heart, for sure." You say as you approach a table next to the counter, readying some wrapping and bows/ties, "So, this friend of yours," you start with a lilt, "Are they a friend, or a friend." Julie laughs at your teasing insinuation.

     "A friend, and the flowers are actually for a funeral…kinda." You immediately drop a pair of scissors you pulled out of a drawer onto the table, turning with a look of horror on your face. 

     "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have been so casual and I shouldn't ha–" Julie laughs, interrupting your hurried apology.

     "No worries, it wasn't anyone close to me or to him. It's more of a courtesy thing, I guess."

     A bit of color returns to your face as you visibly relax, realizing you hadn't offended Julie. Even so, next time no funny business!

     "Well is there any particular message you'd like to send using the flowers? Or do you just want a bundle of the same type of flower? White lilies are very popular for funerals, although they're also great for weddings and symbolize purity, and then there's marigold's. They're a bit deceiving, because while they look bright and sunny they really represent mourning and grief." 

     Julie took a moment to examine the flowers filling the room, "You can also just choose whatever is prettiest to you, all flowers have special meanings and can be a sentence all on their own, but not everyone cares too much for that as long as they're pretty." You continue, not focused on Julie so much as you browsed the flowers, mentally comparing combinations in your head. 

     "I'll let you decide, Eddie said you're like an artist when it comes to flowers, so I'll trust you know what you're doing." You hum in response to let Julie know you heard her.

     "You said the flowers aren't for anyone close, but are they a friend or family?" 

     "Family…kind of, I guess. They're for the girlfriend of a distant recently deceased family member."

     "Ah, so like you said, a courtesy bouquet."

     You take a moment to decide, then you immediately set to work, three types of flower should be enough, a short sweet message, "Coral rose, marigold and blue salvia." You say as you expertly cut the appropriate amount of each flower. 

     "What would that mean?" Julie asks, watching as you move the flowers to the table and clip leaves from the stems.

     "Coral roses can mean friendship and modesty, but in this case it means sympathy. Marigolds, as I said, mean mourning and grief; while blue salvia means 'thinking of you'." You explain softly as you arrange and wrap the flowers gently in a neutral paper; then finally tying it together with a matching cord. 

     "So essentially I'm trying to tell her: 'You're on my mind and I sympathize with your grief.' short and sweet." 

     Julie smiles as you turn around and hand her the finished bouquet, it's more colorful than she would've thought a mourning bouquet is supposed to look, but it is pretty just like Wally requested and it has the meaning, "Perfect!".

     You smile, pleased that she likes it, before moving behind the counter to ring her up; but then you remember that Eddie recommended her…you do owe him a favor. Maybe this was his favor?

     "So how much do I owe ya?" 

     "Nothing, it's on the house, this time."

     She looks up from the flowers to make eye contact, "You sure? They can't be that expensive, I don't mind paying, it's outta my buddy's wallet anyway." 

     "It isn't that expensive, which is why I don't mind letting this one go. It's for a good cause and I owe Eddie, I don't know if I'm calling this his one favor, but it's nice to do something nice for someone else." Julie smiles at your kindness.

     "How about I just pay half then? Just consider it a special discount." That sounded like good middle ground. 

     You agreed to her compromise, charging her only fifteen dollars, "Thank you for your business, have a wonderful day and I hope your friend approves of the flowers!" 

     Julie thanked you for your help and waved goodbye before leaving the store and returning to her vehicle, delicately carrying the bouquet.

I am already working on Part Two now!

[tenko-thinks]

Say you won't let go

Douma and Childhood friend!Reader

Tags : Platonic, Typical Douma things , Gn reader , cult behavior , reader becomes a demon, cannibalism, gore

Requested by @alastor-96

| • The Eternal Paradise cult. A place of supposed peace. Although You were quite aware of the internal conflicts within.

You had been born in the cult yourself. Your mother fleeing her home from fear of wedlock. And so, you had known nothing else but paradise. Claimed to wash away the past and lead people to salvation. Watching others as they prayed. Caring for one another. Childish innocence had led you to being quite a gem between cultists. Your mother was often working , exhausting herself to show her pure gratitude to the couple that had taken you in. Leaving you with older women to sit you.

However, as a child. You were one to wander. One evening wandering and hearing another child. A boy roughly your age. He sounded confused. With nothing but childish curiosity guiding you, you had padded quietly to the shoji door the voice was coming from. The founder's wife sounded shrill. And against your better judgement you had opened the door.

Inside sat a young blonde boy sitting on a plush cushion. Head tilted and arms crossed as he watched the scene before him. The founder and his wife. Arguing. Screaming. Too absorbed in their issues to have noticed you. Although the boy had turned his head to you. Then you noticed. His eyes were... so pretty-

A squeak as you realized he had stood and waddled himself over to you. Another thing to realize.. He wore so much it must have been difficult to carry around. But he only tilted his head at you now.

"Are you deaf? Did you not hear me?" Blinking yourself out of your thoughts you folded your hands in front of yourself to bow. Shaking your head. To which he smiled. Even as a child. You had noticed a distinct issue with it. But could not pinpoint the reason. "My parents are too loud huh?" A lighthearted remark. He seemed mature. Stepping from the room and closing the door behind him. Muddling the sounds of an escalating argument. The boy leaning in.

"You should follow me." You did so without hesitation. Despite the cult having many women in it, often the children did not like to play with you. Or you would be unable to partake in things due to staying with other adult members and helping around in the stead of your mother when she would collapse from exhaustion. So a possible friend seeking time with you was not rejected.

"Douma." He had said, standing beside you. Mirroring the smile he had seen on your face. Stood in the center of a gorgeous garden. Full of lotuses and other flowers you knew little of. "What's your name? You're the first person I've liked at all."

Those words plinked around in your head for ages. Even years after the fact. He had said your name was unique. So it fit you too. Douma had no friends because he was going to be the founder one day. And was a god apparently. He had said it so nonchalantly, even for a child. No excitement, no joy. It had unnerved you. Just as he did the day his mother had murdered his father and then herself. While cultists mourned, Douma had lead you out to the garden again. That same, hollow smile on his face as you showed him that lotus seeds were edible. And in fact, rather tasty.

"Aren't you sad?" It was a simple question, you had thought. But douma only sat in silence, brows pinched together as he tilted his head again. A nervous tic, maybe? "Should I be?" His voice was flat, and he leaned back on his hands. "It was a big mess.. you know?" It was said so... callously. And it was then that you fully accepted that your friend was not normal. Even as a child you had accepted it. "Besides. I like you more. You're nice. Let's be friends forever, kay?"

And so you sat beside him. At the age of twenty years old. Douma had grown into a beautiful young man. One that wore many masks of expression. Yet you could read him as though he were a book. His frustration with useless whining even when he smiled. Or condescension when he would speak in such a sweet voice. And you found that you did not mind. He did not harm you or cause you distress. So you had come to love him as though he were a sworn brother of yours. Despite his lack of emotion. After all. Only you knew.

Just as you knew him, he knew you. Your empathy did him wonders when it came to both followers and himself. Watching your expressions. He mirrored them. They were so real. He wished he could emulate them better. Even if it fooled stupid normal people, it never fooled you. And he had found that so interesting. So you would be his advisor of sorts. Welcoming people with open arms alongside him. Until one night, things would change.

A man stood in front of him. The founder. And yourself. Black hair. Red eyes. He exuded an aura of danger. Your fear was palpable. Holding your best friend's hand in both of yours for comfort. Seeking safety. Cowering as you would in the past. Listening in terror to what the strange man said. He promised power. Eternity. All at the cost of never stepping into the sun again. And Douma had only smiled at him. Far too casual. It had even taken the stranger off guard.

"Kay~!" He sing songed, "But only if you do both of us." A sharp and pointed glare at Douma. "Cause I made a promise that we would be friends forever, and what kind of guy would I be if I just let my friend die?"

When you awoke, all you knew was hunger. Sprawled on the ground you barely had the strength to move. Hungry and exhausted. What happened? You had no idea. But- Douma- You shot up. Ignoring the throbbing protests of your body. Whipping your head around. Until at last you found him. Devouring the corpse of what must have been someone sent to check on the two of you. Her ribcage had been ripped open. And when he turned. He bore that same smile, extending his hand to you.

"Morning! Let's eat together!"

And eat you did. The hunger taking over. Sharing your meal of flesh and bone with your best friend.

Never would you have expected this to be the outcome of your life. Standing beside Douma. Rarely did you part. After all. The power you two had was best suited together. You picked at a lotus with your claws, while he simply watched.

"Do you regret it?"

Douma hummed. He knew what you meant.

"No. You're here. I like you. You make it fun to exist."

The words 'Because we promised to be together forever' stayed unspoken. Too immature to say aloud. But you smiled all the same. Nodding your head.

"You make it fun too, Douma."

[098-lxxon]

THREE AUS MASHED UP!!

Content warning : Bad English, Lots of creative liberty, Death, Curses, Suicide, Murder, Insanity, Cannibalism

I was zoning out in art class when I kinda mashed my AU (Act 2 as always), Job Swap (Post-crash), and the Canon AU (Pre-crash) together. Like, full blown sci-fi movies.

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Rough concept ↓

The three AUs mentioned above got teleported to a Canvas dimension (I just made it up on the spot, idk if it sounds bad, English is not my first language lol), which is just a dimension that exists to transport humans to to prevent harm upon the due to any dangerous dimension incident.

Then they are just kinda trying to find ways to call each other to not get confused first. Like, Canon AU by their first name, Job Swap by their last names, and My AU their title. (Ex: Swansea, *Swansea's last name here*, The mechanic) (P.S. Curly was the only exception since he used to be the captain of his crew and people from Job Swap AU are already used to call their Curly by his first name.)

Curly freaked out, like:

" What do you mean I'm dead? " *Looks at Job Swap Curly* " WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT'S ME!? "

Miss captain (My AU Anya) declared that she knows how everything goes and asked everyone to listen to every word she says from now on. And if there's nothing she can do anymore, she'll off herself.

The intern (My AU Daisuke) was still tied this whole time. He was locked up in the cargo like Miss captain said until later.

The ship is bigger, but that does not mean everything will be enough for all 13 of them (Clicked here to see why there's only 13 people and not 15 people) , and when the time comes, the history repeated itself, Jimmy Crashed the fucking ship!

There's this funny moment where Miss captain and Juarez (Job Swap Daisuke) ran next to each other to the cockpit after the crash:

As Curly and Jimmy were in sight, Miss captain asked.

" May I? "

" All yours. "

A fist was delivered to Jimmy's face. That was Juarez's. A kick in Curly's nuts was delivered, too. That was Miss Captain's.

And the chaos begins. Oxygen, food, water, medical supplies, these are limited and cannot be provided to all 13 people.

So they passively fight for their survival, like, for real. As if they're constantly playing tags which you'll never know who is It until you're out. And if you're out, you're dead.

Curly tried to set things straight and keep everybody from offing each other. But he knew he already messed up since he let Jimmy out of his sight and crashed the ship. So he did what he thought he did best. He took care of it.

He met the intern in the cargo and discussed with him, after hearing that he has been ranking people on the ship based on how useful or useless they are, Curly was invested. Then he decided.

If anyone below rank 5th is going to die, he won't intervene.

First death was Grant (Job Swap Curly) Juarez did it. Everyone framed it as him letting Grant rest, because they're too close to kill one another.

Second was Musume's. She was poisoned. Curly was relieved that someone was starting to kill with intention. It was an inhumane relief, but it just couldn't be helped.

Then it's followed by *Swansea's last name*. People from Job Swap AU are getting killed off one by one, Juarez showed no anxiety in front of everyone but Daisuke.

Finally, the intern found an opportunity to kill the remaining Jimmies off and used them for food. Everybody was disgusted, but it is what it takes to survive.

Weeks later, the supplies are severely low and there's no one getting killed off for a while. Most of them are starting to panic, thinking if they have to take matters into their own hands.

Juarez revealed that he has been trying to find a way to get everyone back to where they're from and succeed. Now they have to survive for another month. Juarez kept Daisuke's assistance a secret as Daisuke wanted.

Daisuke and Juarez get along better than everyone thought. But that's the angst for another day.

And now everyone is full blown insane. Upon discovering The intern's ranking, they find the lowest of the rug to kill off for just a little bit more chance of survival.

And guess what, it's Daisuke! And now the crew he has known for months are trying to kill him! Wu-huuuu!

It ends with everyone from canon AU (except for Jimmy) survived and being sent back to their dimension. Juarez's fate was a mystery, and The intern and The mechanic were sent back to their struggle without Miss captain to help them.

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[pe0ple3ater]

Hullo ! Hope you're having a great day/night ! I love your writing and saw that you asked for some djduo, have this smol idea :3

With the constant prodding and tentative threats from Tototte of releasing sensitive info in the prison, Antoine gets pretty riled up and needs to release this pent up energy. And what better way to do that than just grabbing the nearest person and fuck them into the mattress.

Luckily for him, his roommate and the one currently snoozing in the same bed as him is Etoiles, these two have a ....quite interesting relationship, Etoiles likes to come to Antoine for a challenge and taunt him, knowing full well that the other has the ability to melt his mind until he's barely anything in his hands.

There's just something about watching this strong warrior becoming such a desperate mess pinned down underneath him, which is why Antoine usually goes to Etoiles whenever he needs to release his pent up energy, knowing full well that the other can take it.

It's ridiculous how much Etoiles can take, and Antoine makes sure to make use of this whenever they are together. He loves to exploit every weak points he finds, tail's a bit sensitive ? He won't hesitate to yank it if the other steps out of line.

Also I saw this in a wonderful work in ao3 but his tentacles having aphrodisiac cum that makes the other dazed until he's a gasping mess under his hold ?

Went a lil overboard but these two drive me crazy

OKAY YES TO ALL OF THIS.

Antoine and Etoiles ABSOLUTELY fucked nasty in prison. They were both stressed and unhappy and what better way to relax than to fuck? I have so many thoughts about the two of them so I'm going to fucking YAP about this duo under the cut because I'm OBSESSED with them. Like 70% of this was Meg (@mmegagayzone) because I went insane about them in our dms.

Fist off I need to say that I see Etoiles and Antoine having a very strict d/s relationship. Etoiles is Antoine's pet, he belongs to Antoine above anyone else he might play with. This stems from Antoine being a high-ranking fed worker. He likes perfection, you know? He likes order and obedience and who is more obedient than Etoiles? Antoine likes making him all stupid and puppbrained, as Meg said "it’s an insane power trip for him and etoiles knows this but he can’t help but submit anyway because he knows only Antoine can pin him to the ground and keep him there" and yes, Etoiles craves a challenge. He likes losing when there aren't really any stakes other than himself, he's constantly looking for something that can knock him down and keep him down.

I have thoughts about their collars too, Etoiles in a collar is forever in my mind.

His every day one is a thin darkmetal chain choker with a dog tag that just says "pet" on it, that's how Antoine refers to him during scenes. He tells Etoiles that dogs are to be loved and affectionate with, and he is to be good and obedient so he can't call him a dog. Their scene collar is a black prong collar that says Antoine's name on it with a thick leather leash. Antoine likes the bruises it leaves when Etoiles fights back against the leash, it's a shame he's so well trained because he rarely fights.

It's a really good stress relief for both of them. Antoine gets to have the power rush of having The French Beast in a stupid puddle at his feet and Etoiles gets to be challenged and pushed in a way that isn't straining his body too much. Antoine is never easy with him either, he does absolutely know all of Etoiles weak points. He pulls his tail and his hair, he drags his claws down his chest and back, he worms a thin tentacle down Etoiles urethra. Etoiles ALWAYS struggles when Antoine gives him a challenge and it's so good for both of them.

The aphrodisiac cum...it's everything to me. Antoine fucks Etoiles and fills him up, keeps him plugged and makes him stay still and quiet and every time Etoiles shifts or whines Antoine adds ten minutes to his wait time. Etoiles has to focus really hard to keep himself still because he's so horny he doesn't know what to do with himself but he's good, he's Antoine's good pet.

They fucked nasty in prison. Antoine used his tentacles to hold Etoiles down and fucked him into the mattress, filled his mouth to keep him quiet. He was rough and mean because he was angry, and Etoiles loved every moment of it.

I'm super insane about djduo btw.

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Jolene Olight transcript

(featuring both @/g0ttal0ve101, and @/johnnysgir1 OC interactions!)

(Jolene's ability name is 'savoir'. 'Savoir' can only be used once blood bottle is full and if grandpa is in the stunned state. Once activated grandpa is immediately taken out of this state and back to his original level he was at before being stunned. This ability can be blocked when sneak attacked, barged, and when put into a grapple)

Johnny seen

“Shouldn’t have brought that girl back here..”

“Yer’ lil boyfriend doesn’t seem too happy with that girl. (laughter) Have fun with that later!” (talking about Rae)

“Trackin them down just like you taught me NyNy!...Well you don't gotta be such an ass about it..(Annoyed grumble)

“I guess Nancy's angel can mess up!”

“Get yer head out of the clouds and track em’ already NyNy!”

“Don't go givin me orders when your the reason were in this mess!”

“Yer getting sloppier by the day. Get it together!”

“Can you get that little pet of yer’s to shut it already! All that whinin is gettin annoying y’know!” (talking about Dolly)

“I’m just about ready to rip yer girlfriend's pretty little vocal cords out if she don't QUIT CRYIN!” (talking about Dolly)

“Johnnyyyy can I borrow that girlfriend of yers just for a tiny while…? I promise I won't hurt her. I just wanna have someone to play with.” (talking about Dolly)

“I ain’t buggin' her! What I'm not allowed to leave gifts for Her Majesty no more?!” (talking about Dolly)

Sissy seen

“I hear yer’ one of grandpa's favorites. After me of course…(chuckles)”

“I really love your garden sissy! All those pretty flowers practically make it a bug minefield!”

“Where'd you hear those weird ass songs you keep singing from anyways?”

“Everyone messes up sometimes, don't be too hard on him. Besides that's my job. (Laughter)”

“Cause always is always- Ah-! Damnit sissy, stop gettin’ in my head!”

Nubbins seen

“(Whistle) those traps of yours sure do get the job done don't they?”

“Ain't this fun, ain't this fun! Just like playin tag when we were smaller huh!”

“You've been diggin' at that their graveyard again? (Giggle) Cool! What'd you find?!”

“I like that camera you got! It's real nice ain't it? That girl Johnny brought has some good taste!”

“Quit spitting out nonsense you ain't making any damn sense it's annoying!”

Leatherface/bubba seen

“How you doing buddy! Having fun I see?”

“You must be strong to be able to carry that thing everywhere! My arms get tired from just holding it!”

“Grandpa's gonna be real proud of us ain't he bubs!”

“(Laughter) Don't listen to them bubs! They're just upset you're way cooler than they'll ever be!”

“Keep up the good work bubs! Oh- and let out a holler if you need any help! (Laughter)”

Cook/Drayton seen

“You best quit yelling at me old geezer or I'll have to silence you myself!”

“Carefully now grandpa, wouldn't want you pulling something now would we? (Joined laughter with nubs)”

“You leave bubs alone and focus on yer own damn task like locking up this place for example!”

“Awh you're no fun..”

Nancy seen

“Hey ma! Nice day out ain't it-...(Groans) yes ma'am..”

“Did y'know about him and this girl?”

“Don't get on my ass just because yer little ‘angel’ messed up!”

“Awh, give me a break! They're slippery little bastards, it ain't my fault!”

Hands seen

“You’re real good at racing, I'll give you that!”

“For someone so big like yerself I wouldn't have expected you to use a weapon so…lightweight.”

“This is just gettin annoying! We gotta hurry up and find those damn kids!”

“Taught Johnny everything he knows but couldn't teach him to actually FINISH THE JOB!”

Leslie seen

“Hey les! How's bullet doin? Saw him give chase to that orange haired girl (laughter) she was screaming up a storm!”

“You're doing good les! Keep up the good work and I'm sure Nancy will reward us! Probably. (Laughter)”

“These guys sure do know where to hide…you find any of em’ yet?”

“Try and see if bullet can help sniff these guys out they’re startin to upset grandpa.”

"Glad to see yer havin fun Les!"

Dolly seen

“Did you like that surprise I left on yer bed this mornin? (Laughter) Thought since you didn't like human flesh you could use that rabbit for stew! (laughter)”

“Just cause Johnny likes you don’t mean I haveta.”

“Would you stop cryin already?! I can't concentrate with all that whining!”

“Nancy really don't like you around Johnny, you should be careful around her ‘kay?”

“C’mon cheer up! This could be fun if you try not to think about it so much!”

“You need any help there doll? If you can't finish the job I could always take over y’know.”

“I know we have our ups and downs but try not to let my words stick to ya so much darlin. It ain't nothin personal just how I am y’know?”

Family's responses

Johnny

“Oh quit yer whinin, think I don't already hear complainin enough from the old woman!”

“Shut the hell up and stay outta our business Jolene!”

“Oh are ya? THEN WHY THE HELL HAVEN’T YOU FOUND ANY OF THEM YET!”

“Yer lucky we have these damn kids to catch otherwise I would've been strangling you right now!”

“I’m already on it, maybe you should be more helpful and go check on Grandpa! (frustrated huff) We're gonna need his help..”

“You wanna use that tone with me again girl?!”

“With you hovering around me like an annoying gnat all damn day ain't exactly helpin neither!”

“Can't handle the taste of yer own medicine? (Laughter)”

“You're just as annoyin if not more than she is! Now go find those damn kids instead of complainin!”

“(Laughter) You must be downright insane if you think I'd ever leave her alone with you!”

“Quit buggin Dolly already! I’m tired of her cryin to me because some moron left another dead rabbit on her bed still twitchin!”

Sissy

“(chuckles) oh sweetie it's always good to dream!”

"Well thanks sugar! You know yer always welcomed wherever you feel like it!”

“If i told you i'd haveta kill you sugar! (laughter)”

“That damn brother of yer’s always causin trouble!”

“(Laughs)...”

Nubbins

“(Giggle) t-they're quite nifty h-huh?”

“O-oh i remember them times! (Laughs) you were always c-c-cheatin! S-saying timeout ev-ery time we almost g-gotcha!”

“Loads of p-pretty stuff! How’s about i sh-show you after this is all over?!”

“I-It sure is pretty! Glad i g-grabbed this be-fore johnny c-could!”

“W-W-Well whats got you s-so heated all s-sudden?!”

Drayton

“I outta knock you upside the head with this here broomstick!”

“I may be old but I can still knock some sense into that thick head of yer’s!”

“Don't go throwin orders at me you little brat!”

“Quit messin around with that idiot over there and help us out with grandpa!”

Nancy

“Oh quit tryna make small talk and go help yer brother look for them damn kids ye hear?! And don't call me ‘ma’ you aint a child no more.”

“It ain't none of yer concern Jolene.”

“Do not use that tone of voice with me, young lady!”

“Why haven't you caught a single one of those kids yet Jolene?!”

Dolly

“Y-yes…I umm I appreciate it really! (laughter)”

“Th-that’s okay! You don't havta….”

“(crying) I-I’m sorry! I-I can-can’t help it! (cries harder)”

“O-Okay! Thanks for the heads up….”

“Maybe I should pretend their screamin is one of happiness!...no that's worse.”

“Don’t worry about me Jo, I gotta learn somehow just gotta kill em like my Johnny taught me!”

“I understand Jo, yknow you hollerin at me actually helps a lot!”

(No Les, Hands, or Bubba. One because hands and bubba are both non verbal and two because i wanna see my moots own replies 😋)

Match starts

“Dammit Johnny, what’d you do now?”

“Ma’s not gonna like this…”

“Knew I should've finished that girl off myself…Dammit NyNy..”

Idle/Walking around

“Focus Jolene! Yer better than this!”

“I always haveta help clean up Johnny's mess..(Annoyed grunt)”

“Where the hell is she? Gotta find her before somebody else does…please be okay.”

“Well get em’ aint no doubt bout’ that..”

“Didn’t know we had new playmates! (Laughter)”

“Better pray i ain't the one to find ya’ll (Laughter)”

“Where ya hidin little piggy…I just wanna play!”

Feeding Grandpa

“Things are really startin to get outta hand!”

“Eat, eat ,eat ,eat! (laughter)”

“You wouldn't mind givin us a hand would you gramps?”

“After this is all over I'd really like to show you some of these pretty dragonflies I captured!”

“You havin as much fun watchin these little piggies run aroun’ as we are?”

Victim found hiding

“Awh c’mon, you were just askin to be found! (laughter)”

“You should really pay better attention to yer surroundings. I practically saw you jump in here..”

“Awh whaddya hidin for? The fun’s not over yet! (Laughter)”

“Tag is so borinnn�� let's play a new game! How about operation? (Manic laughter)”

“Get yer ass outta there!”

Victim hit

“I’m on yer tail now!”

“Tag you're it!”

“Whats with all the runnin for sugar? Yer’ only making it much more harder on yerself!”

“Things are gettin fun aroun’ here!”

“X marks the spot! (laugher)”

“Better to just give up now!”

Blood trail seen

“Can't hide from me little piggie.. (Giggle)”

“Gave you a headstart and yer still gonna leave a trail for me?”

“Awh someones gettin sloppyyyy. (Laughter)”

“Don't you die on me just yet! We aint done with this little game of ours!"

Victim seen

“Found ya! (Laughter)”

“What are you hidin for? I aint gonna hurt ya!..Much.”

“All this runnin is useless y’know! You’ll only tire yerself out and make it easier for me to getcha!”

“Well who do we have here? (Laughter)”

“Oh, don't runaway sugar! The funs just begun!”

Victim seen escaping

“No no no no NO! (Frustrated growl) Dammit! Ma’s not gonna be happy..”

“Shit. Don’t got time to chase em’ right now…”

“You won't make it far, little piggie…those wounds will slow you down for sure..”

“Lucky bastards…”

Exit interaction

“All fixed up! I know I know I'm amazin. (Talking to herself)”

“That should do it. Nice and secure!”

“What idiot left this off! (annoyed sigh)”

“There, Just like Johnny showed me.”

Encounter start

“Ohhh, looks like someone still has some fight left in em’!”

“Don't underestimate me just cause I’m smaller!”

“Now yer gettin' into the game! (Laughter)”

“Oh, I'm gonna enjoy killin' you!”

“Someones finally bein’ brave huh? (Laughter)”

Lose enemy sub

“C’mon don't go so soon!”

“Now where do you think yer going?”

“Hey, we're not done yet! (Laughter)”

Lose enemy long

“(Annoyed growl) You can't keep runnin forever! I’ll find ya and when I do I'll make sure it hurts!”

“I ain't got time for this runnin aroun! Just give up already and maybe I'll make it quick!”

“You think just because I lost ya yer safe! Oh when I get my hands on you! Yer not leavin this place unless its in a body bag!”

“Go on then! Keep hidin! I don't care! I’ll find every single one of you and leave yer bodies in the cold room for the rats to feast on!”

Victim seen trapped

“Need some help there darlin? (Laughter)”

“Should've watched yer footin there sugar!”

“That things gotcha good huh? (Laughter)”

Use ability blocked

“Now ain't the time.”

“Grandpas fine ain't no reason for me to interfere..”

“Gotta grab more blood, this aint enough for him.”

“Better leave gramps alone for now..”

Use ability

“Get back up gramps we still need yer help!”

“Yer fine just a few scratches now help us!”

“Nobody said you were done yet!”

“The family still needs you gramps! Don't let us down just because of one small lil scratch!”

Use ability successful

“Feelin better? Good, now help us!”

“You vermin have no idea what you've just done!”

“I won't let 'em hurt you again, gramps..”

"I'm sorry grampa I'm real sorry, I shoulda been payin' more attention to ya.."

Use ability denied

“Get off of me you damn parasite!”

“Shit, gramps, I'm sorry.”

“Oh now I'm pissed!”

“Now yer gonna get it!”

Execution

“Look at all that pretty blood!”

“All that runnin and for what? (Laughter)”

“Johnny's gonna be real proud of me!”

“Just go down nice and easy! (Laughter)”

“A shame our little game had to end so early…a real shame..”

Maria seen

“Oh thats it! Im takin care of this myself!”

“That damn liar…No matter, she ain't leavin alive this time..”

“What's the matter? Don't you wanna thank the person who kept you alive this whole time? (Laughter)”

“Get near gramps again and I'll hang yer head on the wall!”

“You stay away from my brother, you hear me! I'll kill you myself!”

“Yer head would be a real nice present for Rae…Hey come back! I was just jokin! I'm not that crazy…! For the most part…(Laughter)”

“You bein here is startin to upset Dolly! Nobody makes her cry unless it's me or Johnny!”

///HOLY CRAP YALL I FINISHED IT😦

[inksandpensblog]

A friend of a friend was doing a Google survey recently on what names the fandom uses for various characters. It included Orange, also known as Second, sometimes shortened to Sec, and occasionally abbreviated as TSC which is understood to stand for The Second Coming.

Participants in the survey were instructed to select, from a list of options, which name they primarily use for each of the characters featured. One of the examples given for clarification is that many people don't refer to Chosen by his full title of "The Chosen One" in regular conversation. Which makes sense. I tend to shorten his name to Chosen in casual conversation, whether speaking or typing; I don't usually abbreviate his name as TCO unless I tag him as such so a post reaches more people.

But what tripped me up was the other example, in reference to Orange: that being, using the name Orange to refer to him in the AvM series, but using the name Second to refer to him in the main AvA series.

...do...do people really do that? Is that how a bunch of you have been doing this?

If so, I'd really like to know why because just hearing about it like this perplexes me.

Does it come from the idea that AvA and AvM are separate timelines, that they don't share continuity? I'd heard that idea mentioned some time ago and, while I admit that the in-story chronology of Alan's videos as a whole is a mess (some information isn't even consistent between multiple videos of the same event, see: King losing his child to a different version of Minecraft in the s3 finale than is shown in the full season compilation), I don't really understand why that's enough to say they're separate continuities.

In my mind, there are too many things that fall apart if we consider these disconnected series featuring different iterations of the characters. If AvA Yellow isn't also AvM Yellow, then there's no explanation for Yellow being able to figure out a way to render a cursor into the outernet in The Showdown, because we never see AvA Yellow working with redstone so his capability has no explanation. If AvM are the only videos you know Purple from, then you won't get why the color gang are friendly with him at the end of The Witch episode because you aren't considering the events of AvLeague.

And I forget where I saw this comment, I think it was on YouTube somewhere, but somebody said that AvA Orange and AvM Orange are practically different characters and- I don't get it?? What did they see that I'm not seeing? Where's the divide? Can someone illuminate it for me???

As far as naming conventions, I do use both names for him and have reasons for which name gets used at which time, but it's not to distinguish between series, because I do believe AvA Orange and AvM Orange to be the same character.

I use the name Second to refer to him at times when his powers are active; specifically, the powers that awoke in full for the first time during The Showdown. This began as a way to demonstrate how his powers seemed to act on their own merit without his conscious input in that episode, since he has no memory of them or of anything he did while they were active. (A bit like ???% for those of you familiar with Mob Psycho 100.) But if such a time comes when he is able to maintain consciousness while his powers are active and use them deliberately, I will still continue to call him by the name Second during those times.

I use the name Orange to refer to him the rest of the time, when his powers either are dormant or are unconsciously active, such as when his drawings self-animate.