#the rage is filling me and it has no where to go because these assholes arejt real and i cant punch tuem in real life

[ineedtofinishthh]

Fink the slaughter artist die challenge yomi hellsmile die challenge i think these things should be very popular and hapoen very frequently.

[imastrangeone98]

Even after all this time, I am still so fucking unhinged about ✨boothill✨

I wrote a similar idea with Cyno from Genshin, but I just love the idea of a man going feral when their lover (aka YOU 😉) gets injured in any way... or even kidnapped

Boothill would be no different- the moment he sees even the slightest scratch on your cheek, his vision goes black. He's sniffing out the bastard who dared to lay a finger on you, brutal and unwavering in his hunt that lasts from sunup to sundown. He refuses to bend until it ends with a bullet in the asshole's head- what they dared to do to you, he'll do back to them, tenfold.

And heaven forbid you end up kidnapped- a bullet in the brain wouldn't even be enough to atone for the sin of taking you away from him. The blood and gore he would spill will fill oceans; no price is unthinkable for Boothill if it means that you will return to his arms, safe and sound.

And if it's Homecoming y/n, where the two of you only just reunited after believing the other died in the tragedy of your home planet.... They might as well count their days, because they are numbered.

As in, count each second they get to keep breathing- the next one will likely be their last.

He just got you back, after spending all these years believing you to be with his family in the eternal moon lily fields, and just the thought of having you ripped away from his arms once more is enough to break him permanently.

So when he returns to the now-shared ship and you do not rush to welcome him back like you normally do, that immediately sets him on edge. And when he tears the ship apart and finds a ransom note on your bunk instead of your warm body, his cybernetic brain instantly shuts down with the sheer overload of rage and insanity that swarms his neurochip.

A petal on his beloved moon lily has been torn.

A detestable, unforgivable sin.

His body works on overdrive- it helps that he's made of metal, because he works night and day without rest until he tracks down the hideout of those bastards who thought it'd be a smart idea to take you away.

Well, he can't say they're dumb- after all, they just figured out the fastest way to an early grave.

And that's a fact you too know all too well, judging by the bloodcurdling screams echoing through the hallways leading to your cell. In fact, you're almost grateful for the blindfold over your eyes, as there's no doubt blood soaking the metal floors.

The screams slowly begin to die out, one by one, leaving only the dull thud, thud, thud of heeled metal soles headed straight for you. There's a screech of metal, then a metallic warmth surrounding you. The familiar scent of gunpowder and cedar cologne clings to your nose, and you nearly buckle into Boothill's arms, shivering and weeping, clinging onto his shoulders.

"It's alright, now," he coos, making sure to wipe the blood on his hands before scooping you into his arms. "I'm here, moon lily. I ain't goin' nowhere."

(And it wouldn't be me without just the slightest touch of suggestiveness so...)

Clean from the blood and gore, Boothill gently tucks himself under your chin, nuzzling his nose into your neck, trying to remind himself that you're still here, you're still alive, you didn't slip from his fingers yet again.

If you did, only the aeons know what would happen to him.

"You saved me yet again," you coo, rubbing at the crease in his brows. "My hero."

"Sure as fudge don't feel like one," he mumbles, arms wrapping even more tightly around you. "I almost lost you. Again. I swore it wouldn't happen again, but-"

"But nothing. You found me. I'm safe and sound 'cause of you." You kiss the top of his head, moving down to his face to pepper his cheeks and forehead with more light kisses. "My brave cowboy. I'm alive all because of you. I must be the luckiest girl in the world."

Boothill finally melts under your affectionate administrations, tilting his head to meet your lips in a sweet kiss.

But you're wrong. Boothill knows that if anything, he's the one who's the luckiest in the world. You don't hate him for letting you be taken away, nor do you cower from his bloodstained hands. Instead, you embrace him with your soft arms wide open, with your even softer lips pressing hard against his own, and warm hands that tangle though his hair to keep him closer when he tries to pull away and give you some air. He feels the luckiest when you allow him to press against you even tighter, giving him access to the deepest parts of you, letting him see your bashful face, hear your sweet gasps and moans as he comforts you in the best way he knows how.

Boothill will never ask for anything more. All he needs is for you to be right here in his arms, forever his beautiful, strong, resilient moon lily. Forever his.

[redr0sewrites]

Can you write Vox x reader where like the reader just says like really unhinged things and just like vile things whenever they rage and stuff like the internet could be slow or smth and the reader is just like “IM GOING TO RIP OFF MY SKIN” idk man I’m kinda just self projecting rn like you can right anything with it tbh idk sorry for rambling anyway you don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna

THIS IS SO MEEEEE I LOVE THIS IDEA SM!!! sorry it took me a hot minute to reply to this i have over 70 hazbin hotel requests in my inbox 😭

🥀Cw: fluff, crack, silly vox

when he first met you, vox was charmed by your seemingly sweet nature- that is, until you were pissed

your unholy screech of how you were going to rip off your skin if he cut the wifi again was both endearing and confusing in his eyes

vox would just short circuit for a second, just blinking at you while he tries to process what you just said

once it clicks, he just starts giggling. vox very rarely genuinely laughs, most of his laughs are professional or part of the persona he adopts as the leader of vox enterprises, but when he's so shocked by what you just said, he can't control the booming laughter thay fills the room

he's wheezing and gasping, each barking laugh only pissing you off more

"what's so funny? if you keep laughing i am going to fucking break ur fingers like carrot sticks!" you snap, and vox only giggles harder

after a few seconds, you can't help but notice how adorable his laughter is, and soon you don't mind it as much

once you two are officially together, you notice how stressed vox often is, yet how he seems to visibly relax around you

the batshit crazy things you say, which normally disgusts other people, only seem to amuse him

its actually a wonderful dynamic because you bring some spontaneity and slight insanity into vox's otherwise irritating and depressing lifestyle, and vox balances out the crazy things you say and calms you down every time

you often find yourself searching for new phrases to baffle him with, and for new ways to make him laugh

after vox has a stressful day, he enjoys just listening to you ramble about the most insane things and adores hearing whatever fucked up saying you've adopted recently

vox notices himself beginning to copy your speech patterns. he only begins to realize when he slips in an exceptionally odd metaphor into a work meeting and everyone stares at him, yet his heart skips a beat at the thought

there's something so charming to him about the fact that he's adopting your mannerisms, and you truly make him laugh when no one else can

whenever another one of the vees pisses him off, he always comes to you for advice on incredibly deranged comebacks, and you never disappoint!

he's won multiple arguments by just repeating one of your fucked up sayings and the other vees being too lowkey shocked to disagree

vox LOVES IT when you diss people he hates, hearing you ramble some fucked up insults about alastor made him fall in love with you all over again

"that worm on a string fucked up karen cut bob looking ass- if i see him around here again im going to eat a fucking brick" *cue vox looking at you with the biggest heart eyes*

overall, you are both menaces, but you're menaces in love ♥️

vox lay with his head in your lap, the blue light of his screen illuminating the dim room as you rambled mindlessly about your day.

"and THEN, this fucking asshole tried to flirt with me! ME!! as if he doesn't know were dating! ugh, it makes me feel like i have an entire beehive living beneath my skin. i swear if he even looks at me again im going to lick wet cement i can NOT deal. how can you even work with him? he's such a fucking CREEP voxy, i'm going to cut off those ugly ass wings and shove them so far down his throat- hey, are you even listening?"

you look down to see vox half asleep, his eyelids drooping as his light dimmed. "keep talking.." he murmurs, looking up at you with a lazy smile on his face. "you're my favorite person t' listen to.."

i love the idea of vox with a partner who challenges his very idea of power. he clearly wraps himself in a sort of persona, surrounding himself with powerful people and acting like he's so serious and important. i love the idea of him falling in love with someone who can break down his walls in seconds, someone who can dismantle his entire bravado act and who allows him to truly be himself. this is such a wonderful prompt and i am eating this up. nonnie ur awesome!!!!

[freyito]

ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴛᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ

el oh el! so funny story!!! i got cat called today! yaaaaay! ! ! ! ! i'm so absolutely fucking horrified and disgusted and eugh. i've been stalked and ive been followed home and eughhhh. so. i apologize for the heavy undertones of this post but PROJECTING!! this is helping me get over the feeling. i think. i dunno.

cw: ftm reader, afab, catcalling, mention of misgendering, comfort, pre-blind kenshi, not proofread

Johnny Cage

He loves showing you off. He keeps you close in public, like to the point where it's genuinely hard to walk because of it. He's pulled you in by the waist, his hand firm. As if you'll escape from him. But, you won't even try. You like this.

So, when some random asshole across the street calls out to you, something something about your boobs, at first he's like "Awh, lil ol' me?". But holy shit. He is seething.

Johnny takes the attention off of you. And inadvertently threatens the loser. Well... it's more than obvious, actually. He's 6'1, built like a statue, and filled with enough rage to make a rabid dog cower.

He doesn't let go of you, though. And he's surprisingly rational. All he really has to do is stare the man down, make him uncomfortable. Beyond so, actually. He's getting quite erotic with this man.

And when the catcaller finally walks away, he relaxes only slightly. Johnny would beat that man to a pulp if he could, but he'd rather not get arrested, nor would he want the press getting a hold of that.

But now, he's more concerned about you. You went from glued to his hip to shying away, a horrible empty, gut-wrenching, nauseous feeling washing over you.

He doesn't allow you to sulk, he's grabbing your hand and power-walking to the car. That's enough of the public, today. And once you two are safely in the car, he's affirming you. Like, absolutely drowning you in the fact that you are his boy, his boyfriend, his and all his and no other man has a right to treat you that way. To talk to you that way. He doesn't have that right, either. At home, he's got a bath drawn immediately, he's picked out clothes for you, and has ordered your favorite food.

Kenshi Takahashi

He's also about as close as Johnny is to you out in public. But he gives you enough space to walk properly. It's so very clear that you are his.

So, when he heard that sharp whistle, he didn't even have to listen to what the assailant called out. He turns quickly, but he doesn't leave your side. He simply turns.

Kenshi is an ex-gangster, dammit. He could beat this man until he was unrecognizable, he's got all sorts of repentance lined up for the asshole across the street. How many fingers shall he take? Any ink on his skin worth keeping?

But he doesn't move. He doesn't talk. That is enough to make the assailant run off, tail between his legs. And he makes damn sure of it.

Once Kenshi's sure the man is at least a block down, he turns back to you and holds you closely. Almost as if he's hiding you. He doesn't allow you to retreat within yourself, he doesn't even want to think of how you feel.

He walks away quickly, finding a quiet place to calm you down. He's as hands on or off as you want him to be, he understands if suddenly you don't want to be touched.

And he's quick to bring you back to the car, as well. The car ride home is quiet, but he pampers you when you get home. He actually affirms you more than Johnny, he's very insistent and emphasizes every single masculine word, pronoun, everything as he talks. At home, he's already got a little den set up for you, with your favorite books, he'll offer to draw a bath for you, he's ready to cook your favorite food, and has white noise playing from the TV.

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[soulgazingwithbucky]

First of all i LOOOOVEEE ur stories,

Can i ask a Bucky x Reader Fluff. (You can add some smut if you want to)

Where the reader has this stutter thats shes really insecure about and Bucky just adores it and that he comforts her when shes tearing up because she cant talk normally without a stutter.

Thank you girll xx

hi my love, thank you so much for your kind words!! and thanks even more for your patience - this is my first official request and i wanted to make sure i did right by you!!

pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

warnings: smut!!! minors DNI, oral (f receiving), writer's first time writing smut lmfao, Bucky's your ex (at first), reader has a stutter but writer does not so feedback is welcome

word count: 2k

“She’s where?”

Natasha bites into an apple. Her elbows rest against the granite countertop as she watches Bucky through her lashes. He’s staring at her incredulously, waiting for her to clarify. She bides her time, chewing and savoring the fruit. The lackadaisical way Nat sways on her heels ignites Bucky’s rage. It takes every ounce of willpower to not grab the apple and pitch it to the wall.

“On a date,” Nat says dismissively, rotating the apple in her hand, trying to find the next perfect bite. She waits patiently for whatever emotion is bubbling beyond the cold stare to reach the surface.

“She didn’t tell me that,” Bucky says bitterly.

She cocks an eyebrow.

“She’s supposed to tell her ex when she’s going out?”

Bucky huffs. He hates the title.

“Because we all live in the same building. Could be a safety thing,” he grumbles, though they both know he’s full of shit.

The elevator dings, drawing the two operatives’ attention. You step out, clutch held tightly in your hand.

“Tell her yourself then,” Nat tells Bucky, pushing herself off of the counter. She passes you, squeezing your forearm. “Talk later?”

You can only respond with a nod as you approach the kitchen, slamming your bag onto the countertop.

“Hi,” Bucky greets gingerly, unsure if you’re aware of his presence. You turn to him briefly, a scowl still adorning your face.

“H-Hi,” you respond before turning to glare at your fingers. The rings glint in the overhead lighting, an ornate reminder that you actually got dressed up for some asshole. You practically rip the jewelry off of you.

“Wanna tell me about it?” he says, watching the rings clatter onto the granite.

You look at him in disbelief. He was the last person you would want to tell about a failed date. But your discontentment is begging to pour out, bubbling inside you like magma in a volcano. You take a deep breath.

“I w-w-w-went on a–”

You feel your emotions impacting your speech, and you stop yourself. You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure, and start again.

“I w-went on a d-d-d–FUCK!”

You grab the closest thing to you–a knife block set–and throw it against the wall. The impact echoes through the tower kitchen, sending blades flying in all directions. As the empty block hits the floor, you slide down against the side of the countertop. Angry tears are filling your eyes, but you stare unblinking, refusing to let them fall.

Bucky says nothing as he swiftly collects the mess you've made before moving beside you. He slides down onto the floor, his even gaze on you. Your knees are to your chest, and you have a handful of your dress gripped in your fist. Your breathing is the only sound in the room, heavy and uneven with the effort of keeping your tears inside.

Even completely silent, Bucky is still one of the most comforting people you have ever met. His stoic gaze and quiet stares can be interpreted as robotic, intimidating, unnerving; to you, it has always felt calming, unjudging, a serene haven in a world that was often too loud.

And he was definitely a much better presence than the asswipe you just spent the past couple hours with.

“I didn’t know you had a–” your date gestures at his mouth with his fork “–thing. You know, my cousin stuttered, like, her whole life. It was so fucking annoying.”

He chuckles, then continues, “Not you, though. But she went to therapy and, swear, hasn’t stuttered since. It’s crazy. But, like, you know, it’s cool for you.”

You shoot him a smile too sweet to be genuine.

“Thanks. M-Means a lot.”

“W-What if,” you tell Bucky, “I don’t want to get r-rid of it? What i-if I like it? DId he e-ever think about t-th-that?”

“I don’t think he did, love,” he tells you softly.

But you hang your head, your face obscured for a moment. When you look back up, resting your chin on your knees, your tears flow freely. Bucky wants nothing more than to pull you to his chest, to wrap his arms around you, to comfort you, but he can’t. Not anymore.

“I h-h-hate this fucking st-stutter, Bucky,” you admit through gritted teeth.

“Hey,” he says, as if he should be offended for you. “Don’t say that.” He presses his palms on the ground, pushing himself forward, planting himself in front of you.

“But I d-d-d–” You get caught repeating the sound, and you press your lips together, your nostrils flaring.

“B-But I d-do,” you complete scornfully. “I d-didn’t even want to g-go on this d-d-date. I kn-knew this would h-happen. I-I knew I would g-get judged. It always happens.”

Not with me, Bucky thinks. He can’t help himself now, and he reaches out, pressing his hands on the sides of your head. The gesture surprises you, and you look up at him with wide eyes.

“Every part of you is absolutely incredible, you know that?”

Under Bucky’s earnest gaze, you feel the heat flooding your face. He brushes away a piece of your hair before pulling away.

“You’re one of the most skilled agents to walk through this door,” he begins. You shake your head.

“No, really,” he insists, pointing his thumb behind him. “I’ll tell Steve right now.”

You shake your head again, this time with a laugh, as you wipe your tears with your fingers.

“But despite being an absolute force in the field, you’re still the kindest person I know.”

You huff in disbelief. You can’t help yourself:

“Yeah, k-kind enough to still be t-talking to my ex."

This time, it’s Bucky who hangs his head. His nonsensical babble of excuses comes back to him: You both seemed too busy. He wanted to work on himself. This was more of a break than a break-up, really, if you think about it. Oh, and don’t forget: it’s not you, it’s him.

Now is as good a time as ever to tell you the truth: “You were too good for me. You are too good for me.”

He earns another laugh from you, but this time it’s devoid of any mirth.

“Yeah. Okay, B-Bucky.”

“No, angel, I’m serious,” he says, shifting closer to you. You cock your head as he doubles down.

“R-Really?” you say dryly. “T-The new girl with t-the fucking s-sp-speech impediment is too good for Bucky B-Barnes.”

He scoots himself even closer to you, his legs now on either side of yours. Your arms are drooped across your knees, and the bottom part of your face is obscured behind your forearms. He drops his head to meet your eyes.

“Yes,” he confirms, “the new girl with a heart full of gold, talents that blew us out of the water, and a speech impediment is too good for this idiot.

“I realize it now, doll. And I can’t believe I was too fucking dense to see it before. You’re too good for me, and I won’t argue about that. But I fuckin’ let you go, instead of staying by your side, making myself better for you. I’m stupid, doll, so stupid, you mean the world to me–”

You swallow Bucky’s words with a kiss, your hands moving to caress his face. He practically melts under your touch, and you feel his body shift with your lips on his. He’s leaning, leaning, leaning, desperate to be as close to you as possible, but the countertop against your back is proving it to be an impossible feat. He pulls away for a second, smiling as you whine at the separation, and hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting you onto the granite. He chuckles at the way you yelp and wrap your hands around his neck, yet he wastes no time capturing your lips in his again.

Your hands move from his neck into his hair, giving his brunette locks a slight tug. He stifles a groan, his ears perking at a noise down the hallway. He brings your hands to his lips for a kiss before he steps away, listening intently.

“It’s t-twelve, Barnes,” you say. “S-Sam’s going to be c-c-coming out soon for his–”

“–midnight snack,” he finishes with a huff. He gathers your bag and your rings, offering a hand as you hop off of the counter. “C’mon, love. You must be tired, anyway.”

You wrap your hand around his arm as he leads you to the elevator. He presses the button to your floor.

“Everyone else says I don’t say a word,” he teases, “yet you won’t even let me finish a sentence.”

You let out an embarrassed chuckle, thinking of how you punctuated the middle of Bucky’s rant with a kiss.

“I-I just knew th-that you meant it, Bucky,” you say. “I-I know you.”

As you watch the floor numbers change above the elevator doors, Bucky keeps his half-lidded gaze on you.

“I know you do.”

In the comforts of your room, Bucky kneels in front of you to ease your shoes off of your feet. You release a relieved sigh. He steps behind you, and you feel his warm breath on your skin before he leaves slow kisses along your neck. He moves the strap of your dress before continuing his trail of kisses along your shoulder.

“B-Bucky…”

His fingers ghost over your other shoulder before gently slipping the other strap off. Your dress falls to the ground. You tilt your head back with a sigh as large hands run over your bare stomach and breasts. Your relaxed breaths turn into a sharp inhale as his fingers find your nipple, giving it a slight pinch.

“Let me take care of you, doll,” he mutters. You turn to face him, slotting your lips against his. He walks forward until you feel the bedframe behind your knees. You yelp, but his hands find your head and your back, lowering you until you feel the plush mattress underneath you. Bucky plants a kiss on your lips before moving to your neck and decolletage. His mouth takes it time on both of your breasts, swirling slow circles on your nipples, before kissing down your stomach.

Bucky murmurs a swear under his breath as he removes your underwear. He runs his thumb along your folds, nearly hypnotized by the arousal he now spreads to your clit. He listens to your soft whimpers as he draws agonizing circles.

He meant to take his time, but he can’t help himself. He missed you so damn much, and he’s more than eager to prove it. He moves his hand to his hardening cock, pumping as he licks a stripe along your folds.

Can’t waste a single drop.

His cock twitches in his hand at your gasp. You sound so needy, all for him. His mouth envelops your pearl, sucking and licking like he’ll never be satiated.

“Oh–f-fuck–Bu-Bucky.”

You lift your head to peer at Bucky, your hands moving to his hair. He releases you with a pop, meeting your eyes through the darkness.

“I’ve missed you, doll,” he murmurs, savoring your taste on his tongue.

“I m-missed–shit!”

Bucky has pushed a finger into you, curling and pressing against your g-spot. Your head falls back onto the mattress, your back arching as his mouth returns to your clit. He groans as your hands on his head push him closer. He adds another finger, quickening his pace. He feels you clenching around his fingers.

That’s it, doll.

He looks up at you, your head thrown back in pure pleasure, your breasts rising and falling with your erratic breaths.

“B-Buck, you’re–you’re gonna–”

A flurry of swears fill the air as you release. Bucky groans at the feeling of you coming around his fingers. Your fingers loosen around his locks, and he rests his head lazily on your thigh, pumping his fingers slowly as your orgasm subsides.

He brings his fingers to his mouth as he rises. He smiles as you watch him hazily.

He rests beside you, eyes closed, expecting you to nuzzle yourself into his chest like you always did. Instead, he opens an eye at the feeling of your fingers hooking into his waistband. His hands move to your hips as you shift on top of him.

“I’m n-not done with y-you, Barnes.”

[mai-komagata]

why i was into saurondriel in s1

but not anymore... (tl:dr; or rather why i don't want on/off again as a plot)

I think a lot of people who ship these two treat people who don't want more of this dynamic like we are blind or something. Like they will quote charlotte being like galadriel loved him in season 1 as proof of something. Like, i know, i watched season 1?

The thing is yes their seduction is romantically coded. ALL OF SAURONS SEDUCTIONS HAVE BEEN ROMANTICALLY CODED.

Ok, real talk. The issue is that this isn't an ETL ship. in an ETL ship, the two people start fighting, right? they only have prejudices to each other. Then they learn from each other and that is interesting. This ship is not ETL -- def a villainship but it is not that specific trope. She loved halbrand's persona. It was fun, as the audience, knowing what was going on and seeing whether she'd be fooled or not. How far would she go. Then he revealed who he was. And you know, this is just me, but when someone i love wrongs me, when i break up with them for a good reason? that is it for me. I have a delulu period where i'll stay with them while they keep hurting me, but once the spell snaps... you are now the ugliest human being alive.

So to me, it is not some sort of transgressive forbidden love for galadriel to want to come back to him. She isn't in love with a dragon and society shuns it. She rejected him and doesn't want him. It just feels like she is not relatable, to me, if she still did. Like if someone used my dead brother (my brother is not dead, but i love him more than anyone in the world, more than my parents) to try to get me to be with them? sorry you turned into a pumpkin. I think she is genuinely afraid of being manipulated by him -- as anyone should be. look at what happened to celebrimbor. But like, i think it would be genuinely boring to see her still want him (in such a simplistic way) instead of having feelings of loss and hurt and transforming that into something constructive instead of vindictive. As for Sauron. Yeah, he is pissed at being rejected. he'd probably take her by force because he is that asshole. And, I think he legit felt a connection to her -- but i think he legit feels a connection to a *lot* of his prey, two of whom he cries about when he thinks about the loss... Note he has never cried about Galadriel. He is angry, not lovesick or mournful. His eyes are full of rage around her, both in s1e8 AND s2e8. Because Sauron craves control, and he cannot control her. And like, I think Sauron's anger at not being able to accomplish his goals is a huge thing for him, a motivator to make the rings, to destroy numenor, etc. But I think it would cheapen his character to make that anger just about one lady who wronged him. It is a part of it, but not the totality. I mean it comes down to it, I'm not into on again/off again stories. And I fundamentally don't think they are each other's person -- that analysis rings hollow to me. I know who Sauron's person is. And I know who Galadriel's person is. And it's not each other. They are both just very lonely and seeking something to fill the void. disclaimer: that doesn't mean i don't want scenes of them together! i think the fight in season 2 was great, for example. I want him thinking of controlling her with the one ring, as one of the many purposes of the thing. but i also think there is so much more these characters will do in the next 24 episodes that I want them to use these characters to the max, have them interact with everyone. also ship who you want to ship, i still love fanart of these two, personally.

[yeshnimwrites]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟJAY JO x fem!character

Desperate Love 𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

Warning: R-18, violence, angsty, smut, hate speech or slurs, Drug/alcohol abuse/addiction, Stalking or harassment, obssession, toxic love, dark romance.

tags: | smut | pwp | jayjo/reader | vinny/reader | wooin/reader | joker/reader | angsty | all characters featured are 18+

PART 1

Next Part: Part 2

YESHINA BLAIR’S POV

A maniac laugh filled the room as I blew the smoke from my vape. I threw a bored look to Wooin as I rode my bike backwards. Joker kept attacking the punching bag as if it’s going to kill him. And Vinny was sitting across the room with a deadly stare.

“You? Going to Sunny High School? You must be an idiot for saying that in front of me.” Wooin said as he put his both hands on his pockets.

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m quitting for those douchebags who are better than you.” I said as blew the smoke from the side of his face. The smirk vanished from his face as he took a step closer to me, cornering me with his predatory presence.

“Do you take this for a joke? Let me remind you, those losers will meet their fate just the same as Mahon Jo did.” he said as he glared at me. My lips parted as I looked at Vinny who’s now emotionless or looked angry. He always looks like that so I can’t tell if he’s affected or what.

“Good, then let me help them to prevent that from happening.” I tapped his shoulder. His whole body still as he filled in rage. I knew the moment I turned my back away from him, he would grab my hair tightly. It’s not like an attack, his grip is not that hard but it’s enough to make me stop from walking.

Vinny was alarmed therefore he stood up as he put his hands on his pockets. On the other hand, Joker looked disturbed from his usual routine. His eyes went to us, watching as if we were entertaining.

“Hey, knock it off.” Vinny shouted at us but Wooin ignored him.

“If you go to them, I swear I’ll destroy everything that you worked for. This is not a children’s play, Yeshina. The moment you join here, your body and soul will be here until you die, you get it?” Wooin whispered those words as he watched my eyes carefully.

I scoffed as I slapped his hand away. I knew better from punching him because that will just make him more angry and our dispute will not end, and I’m sick of it.

“Wow, can’t wait for that, dipshit. Can you do me a favor? Stop interfering with my life, you obsessed asshole.” I remarked as I glared at him before I threw his vape that I’ve been using. It hit his chest but he managed to catch it fast.

When I was walking away from that room, I heard his laugh in disbelief. As if he couldn’t believe that I would dare to say those things to him. Serves him right. He’s always been an obsessive shit who likes to interfere with everything, when I mean everything, this includes my social life, my romantic relationships, or let’s say my whole interaction with a human being!

We grew up together, but he’s never been a friend or bestfriend. The tension between us grew stronger as we grew up. I knew he was just a rich nerd but who would know that he’s just a dickhead who is also a drug dealer. I couldn’t stay away from him, not only because I grew up with him. Because of that damn vow that I promised to him that he still holds against me every time I threaten to leave him.

We were great friends back then, sure. But it’s all gone when he chose them over me. That illegal business he has.

“How long are you going to stay like that?” I was surprised to see Vinny outside. He was leaning against his bike .

“What do you mean?” I asked as I mounted my bike.

“You know that asshole will never stop even if death pulls you two apart. Heck, even in hell he would still follow you and chain you.” Vinny said as he typed something on his phone.

I scoffed.

“Where is this anger coming from? Past issues? Or to be specific, our past issue?” I teased him. He glared at me as he turned his back away from me.

“Our next match is near, don’t be late in training later.” he said as he started to walk away.

“Well, no words for your former friends since I’m on my way to see them?” I shouted as I wore my helmet. He was stopped from walking as he tilted his head on his side. I bet his red eye was filled with fury by now.

“Just get lost.” he spouted before he left me. I just chuckled.

When I arrived at the school, many students were scattered around. Some of them were looking at me as they whispered gossip about me with each other. I rolled my eyes as I ran my fingers through my ginger hair.

“Shit, another foreign girl in our school?!”

“This must be my lucky day!”

“I’ll ask her out, watch me later.”

My eyes went to the bleachers and I saw a group of familiar faces. It’s Jay jo, Dom, and the rookie of the Hummingbird. I heard Shelly was in the states to get her visa. That means Jay jo is all alone right now. But the thing is, I also heard that Shelly chose to leave Korea because there are mixed signals happening between her and Jay jo. I don’t know if they’re still in a relationship or just have a misunderstanding.

“Am I just hallucinating or I’m really seeing Yeshina with both eyes?” I heard Dom’s voice. He squeezed his eyes to get a better look. I grinned as I waved my hand.

My heart stopped from beating when I watched how Jay Jo turned his head from the book towards me. He shifted his attention to me as his poker face was watching me the whole time. His lips pursed as his eyes came back to the book he’s reading, he ignored my presence like I’m a disturbance or something.

“Hi, I’m going to study here for good.” I said with a smile. Dom’s lips were parted as he shared a meaningful look with Jay.

“You will study here?” Dom asked again.

“Exactly what I said.” I scoffed. He continued to talk but I was already heading towards Jay. I sat down on the bleachers while he was still giving me the cold shoulder. I met them because I helped them through the match, and we got really along. Well except for Shelly of course, she’s still mad at me for being a bother.

I looked over Jay jo and caught a glimpse of the written text on the book. Physics. What’s with nerds and their obsession with numbers?

“Being an academic achiever and cyclist at the same time must be exhausting.” I whispered. He just looked at me before he proceeded to read again.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tease you for being like that because I’m an academic achiever too and a cyclist at the same time.” I said and that caught his attention.

“Does… your family also force you to be like that?” he asked as if he was remembering something. I shrugged as I stared at the book.

“From where I came from, being an academic achiever is a must. Of course, my parents would pressure me like always. I couldn’t do anything about it because I felt satisfied with being an academic achiever too. I feel like my life would be a waste if I didn’t get an honor.” I said.

“Hmm…” he just hummed.

“Though I’m not good with numbers. Hell, I despise them. I’m such a slow poke when it comes to formulas. However, I’m good with words, essays, and english. I’m excellent with that by the way.”

“I see…” he said. I just nodded my head.

“Let’s race, compete against each other. I haven’t raced against you. If you win, I’ll do all your English essays, but if I win, you have to tutor me with physics.” I said as I stood up.

“Huh?” Dom asked, confused with all commotion.

“Shit! This can’t be, Yeshina Blair is competing against senior Jay jo?!” The freshmen screamed and they caught everyone’s attention.

Jay Jo just threw me a bored look as he flipped the pages of his damn book.

“This moron can’t even take me seriously.” I grabbed my hair in frustration.

“I don’t need someone to do my school work.” he just said, ignoring me totally.

“Are you taking it easy because I’m a girl or my crew is not known unlike yours?” I said as I put my hands on my hips. It’s not like I’m looking forward to telling them which crew I’m part in though.

Actually, I haven’t been in a match. Only once or twice in early matches. Wooin doesn’t like exposing me to the public because he treats all of this as a game. A game where all predators are wandering around and prey like me can be caught within a second, he says.

Jay Jo froze about what he’s been doing. He looked at me with a poker face as he sighed. He closed the book with his right hand before he stood up in front of me. I had to look up because he was too tall for me.

“What? Which part am I right? Is it because I’m a girl or my crew wasn’t pathetically famous like yours?” I said to provoke him.

“Pathetic? Who are you calling pathetic, Yeshina? Damn, is that what everyone thinks about us?” Dom said in an exaggerated tone as if he was in pain.

“Then prepare your pen because you have a lot of things to write.” Jay Jo said in a deep tone, he sounds so confident that it almost scared me. I just laughed maniacally.

We both went to our bikes. I mounted my bike as I locked my helmet while he did the same thing with smooth movement. His emotionless face and eyes were in front, didn’t even bother to look at me. I smirked as I gripped tightly with my bar.

“What’s happening?”

“It looks like that pretty foreign girl challenged Jay jo!”

“She’s so hot!”

“Do you think I will have a chance with her?”

“Not in hell, dork."

“Why did Jay Jo get to pull so many beautiful women? I just don’t understand.”

“Maybe because you’re not smart like him.”

“You moron!”

“This is crazy! Should I call June? He would like to watch this.” Dom said as he grabbed his phone.

“Hey, Jay. Did I also mention that the real bet was you have to break up with Shelly if you lose?” I said emotionlessly. He was stilled, he looked at me with an unexplainable emotion. I don’t know if it’s irritation or anger.

He remained silent but I can tell that the tension between us grew stronger. I grinned like a devil, a habit that I adapted from Wooin.

Now the game begins.

They all know that I was just an average cyclist, they have no idea where I came from.

“Alright, remember this is just a friendly match, Jay okay? No need to push harder–"

“Just go on with it.” Jay Jo’s cold voice startled Dom.

“Geez, what’s with this nerd? Alright, in 3, 2, 1!”

I stomped my pedals so hard and fast to the point the adrenaline started. Jay started with the fast pace in the beginning, my lips parted. I followed him from behind but I didn’t overtake him. Instead, I stayed behind him so I can save all of my energy while he serves as my windbreaker. He noticed it and he even looked behind me with his siren and lazy eyes. I smiled innocently to him.

He looked in front and started to move his bike on the side so I could face the wind alone. I just laughed. He started to sprint faster which left a big gap of distance between us and it was impossible that I could catch up with him.

I took a deep breath as I pushed myself up from my seat and started to sprint also. I managed to catch up with him, that's why he was alarmed. The corner welcomed us and I cursed under my breath. This jerk is excellent with every corner so I have to do it on my way.

I saw big metals. That's why I used it to turn my bike side. I flew up and managed to land a distance away from him. He gritted his teeth. He drifted in the corner and sprinting fast to catch up with me. Fortunately, I’m almost at the finish line.

When I thought I could make it, he overtook me with an incredible speed. So I had to use my last strategy against him.

“Do you think Shelly will ever come back? or she’s probably with Owen in her right now.” I said. He was distracted and looked disturbed. I can see hatred on his face.

But I felt like cold water splashed on me when I felt something behind me. He managed to catch up with that distance and we almost reached the finish line together. Unfortunately, he sprinted like there’s no tomorrow therefore he reached the finish line before with only 0.5 second.

We’re both catching our breath. I rested my forehead on my bike while sitting. Damn, I almost won. I heard Jay adjusted his helmet and put it on his bike.

“Way to go, Jay! I knew you would never take it easy.” Dom exclaimed.

“But you just said that he should take it easy, aren’t you?” the freshmen said.

“What?! I never did!”

I ignored them. I saw Jay approaching me. He stood in front of me and I saw all of the students were watching our interaction. The sweat was dripping on his temple and face but he still looked hot. It’s so unfair.

“Nice match. I enjoyed it. You must love your girlfriend too dearly. You never want to let her go huh?” I teased him but he just looked at me. He grabbed his bag and wore the strap on his back.

I was startled when he grabbed something inside of his bag and pushed it into my hands. It’s his books, loads of them. I threw him an annoyed look and rolled my eyes.

“Alright, let’s go.” I nodded my head. He arched his eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“To your place? Where do you think I will answer these books? On the road?” I said sarcastically.

“You can answer them in your home.” he said as if he’s stating the obvious.

“Wow, thanks, genius. I’ve never thought about that. Listen, I can't, okay? My… brothers will kill me.” Really Yeshina? Brothers? I cringed and I reminded myself that I would need to kill myself when I get gome for saying that.

He threw me a strange look. From that stare, I knew he would say “Not my problem”, but he held himself back, being a gentleman himself.

I followed him even though he thinks I'm a bother. Dom, June (I didn’t know he arrived here earlier), and other freshmen were following behind us. Jay, the nonchalant, kept his poker face as he strutted. His right hand was inside his pocket while the other one was holding his bike.

“Have you heard about Shelly, Jay? Our next match is near.” June asked but Jay just shook his head. I pursed my lips while listening to them.

“Oh man! Shelly must see me in my new physical form. I improved a lot!” Dom said. They continue to talk about Shelly but Jay was zoning out as if he doesn’t care about his surroundings.

“Look who’s here, brothers huh? What are you doing with this dipshit?” I froze when I heard that familiar voice. The atmosphere changed, Dom changed his stance as if he’s preparing if one of them will attack us, while June looked serious, and Jay looked emotionless.

The Sabbath Crew is here.

[nerodmcdevilslayer]

This is my contribution to the @harringrove-relay-race! ✨

Thanks to @robthegoodfellow for the introduction!

Eight months after the events at Starcourt, Billy begins to have visions. Rated T for language and internalized homophobia.

June, 1985.

It was dark. He was out on a drive again. All of these backroads seemed to blend together in this damned town. Yet… he knew. He knew exactly where he was. He knew exactly where to go.

Go to Brimborn. Build it. Build it. Build it. Build it. BUILD IT.

He thought briefly about the person in his trunk. How afraid they must be. Terrified. He had long since drowned out their noises with his radio. He had tuned it to his favorite station, rock music blasting. At first, it was so loud, it hadn’t even allowed him to think. But the more he listened, the more numb he became. It was a seemingly endless cycle. Find a person, kidnap them, and take them to Him. He had tried to fight it. He didn’t want to do this. No, as much of an asshole as he was, he wasn’t a murderer. But it was uncontrollable. And his thoughts… The things he heard had broken him down so much.

You’re a disappointment. You want me to call your mommy for you? Doesn’t look like he has one of those! You’re so unlovable you can’t even keep your mother. Unlovable… Unlovable…

Was this his subconscious talking to him? Admitting things that he never wanted to admit to himself? Ever since his mother left, his life had been filled with rage and unhappiness. Why would she leave? Was it true? Was he that unlovable…?

The red lightning flashed across the sky and the radio turned to static. His hand reached out to tune it and he heard a woman talking. A radio host talking about a romance novel. He listened. He didn’t even know if what he was hearing was real. But he was stuck. Bound to listen regardless.

“…a coffee shop barista calling herself ‘Single Shot.’ This goes out to you, Mister waiter-turned-writer, hope you’re listening tonight. You: mid twenties, classically beautiful working as a waiter in a fun little brunch spot in the city. Me: mid twenties girl with bright blue hair splurging on a nice day with the girls. You’d said we should keep things secretive, and I agreed because I’m not the kind of person who makes things hard for the guy they like. We had talked about that the first time you asked what we were, when I shrugged wearing your t-shirt and said that I could be anything you needed me to be, and you said: ‘dating’.”

Halfway through the monologue, the voice had changed from a young woman’s, to a young man’s. The story sounded familiar. Keeping things a secret… another person wearing his t-shirt. His heart began to throb in his chest.

“I was happy. Because I didn’t have to be the one to ask you to be mine. I’m not a mood killer.”

Admitting his feelings after a midnight romp. Not wanting to leave because he felt so good for the first time in years. He felt… wanted.

The radio crackled again. The soft sultry music cut out. The voice turned back to a young woman’s. Colder. Harsher.

”I try and try to make it easier on you.”

A red, neon heart appeared before him. The road seemed to disappear. Another vision. LOVE ME.

“Because I want you to love me. Please love me. Please love me.”

The hearts were everywhere now. They burned into his eyes. Into his soul. He heard the mantra. Over and over again:

“Please love me. Please love me. Please love me. Please-“

The voice was interrupted by static. Through the fuzzy white noise came a voice. The young man again…

Billy… I love you.

His eyes start to burn with tears. A voice so familiar to him. The one person in this whole goddamn world that didn’t hate him. That didn’t think he was an unlovable piece of shit.

The voice was cut out and replaced by a sinister, twister version of the young woman’s. More neon signs appeared. Love me. Girls Girls Girls. Topless Bar. Gentlemen’s Club. Girls. Girls.

“I’ll do anything. I feel like I don’t exist if you aren’t looking at me. But when you see me…”

“When you see me… I know I’m real. But I’m driving through this dark without you…. It makes me feel like I’m nothing.”

It’s his own voice now.

“Please, someone find me.”

He stands in the void now. The monster… Normally, the monster would be here. But it’s dark. Cold. So much nothingness.

“Wow, what an impassioned speech from Billy’s fantasy lover. What do you think? They’re everything you specifically want in someone. They’re just like you, Billy. But you’re frightened of them. You’re frightened… of the men. The men who come your way. You’re afraid you can’t look away from them. You see them and you’re attracted to them. You’re broken, Billy. Starving for love.”

I understand you, Billy. I know you’re broken and that’s okay. I am too… But I’m here, Billy. I’m right here! Please… Can you hear me?

He can. He can hear his voice in the void. There’s something tugging at his mind both ways. Something compelling him to gather more people, to Build It.

Then something else is luring him in. Warmth. A pair of arms around him, lovingly embracing him. It’s so familiar, like it’s on the tip of his tongue. Like he knows and he can see it but it’s foggy. A shape swirling in his consciousness that’s trying to blot out the darkness. This thing that makes him happy. Hearing their voice…

He’s back in the car. It’s dark but… It’s not like that. Not like when he was taking people. He can see the stars. He can feel someone close to him. He can… feel their lips on his own. Tears sting his eyes again, this time they’re real. He’s real…

A hand caresses his cheek, that’s real too. He’s real… Brown eyes look deeply into his own. They bring him back to reality. This he knows is the truth. Please love me…

“I love you, Billy.” He whispers to him, wiping his tears.

”I love you too…” He replies. Please don’t leave me…

Little did he know this was just the beginning for them. Reliving the memories from the Summer of 1985. Something was haunting him. Three chimes of the clock. Was his time up?

-

I would like to introduce the amazing @avalonlights <3

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for yelling at my mom because of incense?💭

( emoji so I can recognise my submission and this is a hella long post so be warned)

So I (16F) really hate smoke. And I mean beyond the regular hate, I mean like the moment I smell smoke I instantly become very, very angry. I'm not sure why exactly, I suspect it might be because I'm on the autism spectrum but I haven't been officially diagnosed so take this with a grain of salt. Also just to clarify, I have no lung issues which would cause me to be extra effected by smoke, it's almost entirely psychological.

My mom (50F) got into this whole spiritual circle stuff about a year ago and does meditation thingies. Involves a lot of rituals, crystals and incense. Not entirely sure the exact reason why but the important thing is this means she is lighting incense almost everyday. As a result, on most days the house smells like smoke. I have told her quite a few times to ventilate properly if she's going to use it but I feel like every time I enter the main room of the house it smells like smoke. However I can manage this by simply shutting my door to avoid getting a lungful of smoke. No, the thing that pisses me off are her "cleansing sessions." This is where she goes through the house waving an incense stick everywhere to "purify the bad spirits." This means I have absolutely nowhere in the house to escape from the smoke and often get forced outside to escape. I have tolerated these "cleansing sessions" a few times but on the most recent one, it happened to be raining extremely heavily. This meant that I was stuck. In a house FILLED with the smell of smoke.

I tried to keep myself calm for a while by ventilating the smoke from under a blanket but even then I could still smell it and it made me raging mad. So I then proceeded to stomp up to my mom and yelled at her. I said some very nasty things which I'm not proud of saying. They were very personal insults mostly pertaining to how her beliefs were bullshit and about her insecurities. We had a shouting match over it which ended in her telling me to go back to my room.

Why I think I could be the asshole here is because:

A. I could have more clearly stated beforehand that I wanted her to stop cleansing my room or at the very least she needs to turn the aircon on when she burns incense.

B. She didn't really deserve the things I said to her. She's a sensitive person and I know it probably deeply hurt her even if she didn't act like it in the moment.

C. I didn't mention it earlier but I have a brother (17M) who has athsma. He has never had any problem breathing or any complaints about my mom burning incense. If anyone would be affected by this the most it would be him and yet he doesn't care. So I feel like I just really overreacted.

Why I think I might not be the asshole here is because:

A. I have asked her before that she ventilate the house properly when she does her meditations and yet every time I can smell it. Sometimes she wont even open the windows so I have to do it myself.

B. She knows how much I dislike the smell of smoke. I have said multiple times how I hate it and every time I have smelt it in the house I've been very obviously annoyed. There was even once incident where our neighbours were having a bonfire and I literally could not sleep in my room because I could smell smoke and had to sleep on the couch. Every time she's done one of these "spiritual cleansings" I have also made it abundantly clear how much I hate this but she doesn't seem to care because it usually forces me outside.

C. As before mentioned, my brother has athsma. While it may not seem like it bothers him I don't know what the long term consequences may be for his lungs. And for my lungs too! Like, I'm not an expert but I don't think regularly breathing in smoke is very good for you. She argues it's "real natural smoke" so it's fine and I told her she should try breathing near a wildfire to see how she liked "real natural smoke."

Anyways, with all these facts considered, random strangers on the internet, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[greatgigintheskiess]

With Me

Chapter 5: Free Will

CW: Broken bones, Branding (mentioned), (Implied) Child abuse, Minor Whumpee, Dehumanization

Word Count: 3.7 k

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It's been two days since Nathan's operation and by now Don has lost any sense of time.

Has it really been a week already since he met the boy in the forest?

All of this still seemed like a fever dream. Yet the man had stayed all the time with Nathan at the clinic and not for a second left his side, even slept in the chair next to the hospital bed in case the kid needed something.

Well, his back might thank him later...

Occasionally, Barb also visited them, checking the child's vitals and his wound, which looked a lot better but still needed time to properly heal. At least, the pain seemed to ease.

The first night, Don had heard Nathan whimpering and crying in his sleep which struck the man awake. He gave the boy some more meds, sat with him for a while and told him the story of how he went on his first hunt as a young boy himself and returned home late at night with a self-shot rabbit.

Don still smiled, remembering this story of his childhood because not only did he take his father's rifle but also his mother caused him a lot of trouble for coming home in the middle of the night.

But as a bedtime story for Nathan, it seemed to work quite well. And by the time Don ended, the boy was already asleep.

Ironically, it was Don who couldn't sleep that night, whether it was for his uncomfortable sleeping position or for the thoughts bothering him about what would happen to Nathan now and where he gets to stay.

Don could hardly adopt him illegally because soon or later someone will ask questions how he, the lonely hunter in the woods, suddenly has a kid. But on the other side, it may be a good thing that he lives that isolated, and this way, Don can protect Nathan a lot better from any threat.

The last thing he wanted was for these scientist assholes to show up here and search for their lost little lab rat.

He was filled with rage and disgust only thinking about them and how they dared to hurt innocent children for their sick experiments. Don couldn't stop thinking about the other children Nathan had told him about, who still were in this hell hole and no one even came to help them, getting them out of there. The kid sure was very lucky to have escaped this place, even if it will probably take weeks until he can walk again by himself.

The man woke up early this morning but decided to let Nathan sleep a little longer. The poor boy was already stressed out enough by all of this. Instead, Don grabbed a cup of coffee in the waiting room, earning a few looks from other patients waiting for their treatment.

One of them was an old lady who had just now entered and registered at the reception, taking a seat next to Don while he stretched out his legs and sipped his coffee.

"Good mornin", she greeted him as a bit of confusion dawned on her face.

Admittedly, he didn't look that good with the dark rings under his eyes and sure wasn't in the mood for a talk with a stranger. He only waited for Barb to come actually. But that's just how old people are. His mother was just the same.

"Mornin'", he answered shortly, taking another sip of coffee until the cup was empty.

"I'm visitin' my husband and you, sir, why are you here?"

Don almost choked on his coffee. Damn, what was he supposed to say? He couldn't just tell her that he found an injured kid in his bear trap. He had to come up with something else.

"My, uhm...", he searched for the right word, "my son."

"Oh, that's lovely."

Son? Seriously?!

Don felt the heat burning on his cheeks. He needed to get out of here before this gets even more embarrassing.

"I, uh, have to go now", He cleared his throat, awkwardly standing up to end the conversation. “He’s waitin’ for me.”

"Have a nice day", the old lady said, before Don had almost run off, back to Nathan's room just to escape the awkward situation.

That's the reason why he hated small talk and especially old people didn't get when he wasn't in the mood for talking. Somehow he was wide awake now - he didn't know if it was for the embarrassing situation or the coffee, maybe both.

But he also caught himself thinking about what he had said earlier.

Nathan as his son... It was a crazy idea and couldn't be more far from reality.

At least, that's what Don told himself.

He immediately shoved away those thoughts when he entered the room and saw Barb sitting next to Nathan, inspecting his leg.

"Hey there", He said, throwing the cup into the garbage can as he walked past.

Don was greeted with a smile from Nathan and gently ruffled his blonde hair which was still tangled and a bit dirty as the hospital gown he was wearing. Once they get home, he'd fill up the bathtub, he thought. The boy surely had been in that forest for days and Don wondered when the last time the kid had taken a proper bath.

The boy already looked so poorly and miserable with his injuries and bruises so the rest of his body didn't entirely make it better. Don for sure couldn't help him with his wounds but maybe at least get the little one some clean and fresh clothes.

That's what he thought at least when he saw Barb's worried face. Her co-workers must've asked her already about him.

"Hey, Don, do you have a minute?", She asked and Don's smile faded again.

Right, today Barb would let Nathan go and they had to discuss where he gets to stay now. Suddenly, his thoughts from this morning returned to his mind and Don followed Barb into the room next door where they could talk in peace without worrying Nathan.

Considering what he already has done for that child should be enough of an approval for his decision. And if it weren’t for him, Nathan would still be out there in the woods, all by himself. Here he had a cozy bed, nice warm food and some company. And who knows where he ends up when they involve the police now?

Though that had been Don's first idea right after he met Nathan, now he didn't even think about giving the boy away. He didn't really know why but it just felt wrong.

The decision all in all wasn't that easy, for both Barb and Don. She could easily lose her job and Don his hunting license after the 'incident' should some authorities get wind of this. But from the logical point of view, it would be necessary to report to the police after what Nathan had told them about the place where he and others were kept captive for so many years. The people responsible for that had to be punished after all.

But what would that mean for Nathan?

Don couldn't imagine how he would feel if he and Barb handed him over to some strangers who would just put him in another orphanage or worse. He'd be feeling devastated, scared, betrayed, alone and honestly, Don's heart just couldn't cope with that.

Looks like he did grow fond of the boy that he thinks about such things. So much for keeping his distance, he laughed to himself in his mind. Stupid old man with his stupid sentiments, that's what he was.

After a long talk, they finally came to a decision. Don gets to keep Nathan, well, if the boy wants. But Barb also told him to be careful from now on, trying not to draw that much attention on him, for Nathan's safety.

They both entered the room again, explaining everything to the kid, yet they still want to ask him before anyone decides anything. Though Don knew how that answer might look like.

"Nathan, do you want to stay with Don?", Barb said, sitting on a chair next to the child.

The boy looked at Don and nodded while a little smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes, I'd really like to."

That only expression on the child's face was enough to warm Don's heart. And where once fear and sorrow clouded his face, now there's a happy smile - the way a child was supposed to act. It was a sad thought but Nathan probably never experienced any nice things in his childhood and where kids his age had played outside, he was locked up somewhere, in pain and just his thoughts from losing his sanity. The boy still needed to learn a lot, but mainly what it meant to be a child.

Barb interrupted Don's train of thought.

"Sure that he's not too boring? I doubt that he has any toys for you", She teased and Don gasped in disbelief, making Nathan grin.

"No but he brought me nice food everyday", the kid replied.

"He did?", the woman raised an eyebrow, "I thought cooking wasn't your thing."

Don shrugged. "Well, now it is."

He knew his cooking sucked, he barely ate anything himself before but now he had another mouth to feed, something that was unimaginable just a month ago.

The man noticed how Barb had taken out a little book, handing it over to Nathan as a small gift. The boy had never gotten anything like that and looking at the cover, it seemed to be about different animals and their habitats. The font was big enough for a child his age to read and the colorful illustrations immediately caught Nathan's attention.

"There you go", She said with a smile, "You can read, now can you, sweetheart?"

Nathan shook his head a bit ashamed. Actually, he never learned to read or write nor went to school and in the hospital no one taught him anything either.

"Then you both can read it together", Barb broke the tension, taking a look at Don.

In the meantime, he noticed that the boy was much calmer now in the presence of the woman than in the beginning. As the town's doctor she often had to deal with children so it didn't surprise him that the kid started to trust her, especially after he spilled his heart out to them two days ago.

Nathan opened the book and admired the first few pages of it, carefully running his fingers over the paper as if he had never held a book in his hands. While he was almost in a trance like this, Barb addressed Don once again.

"I'll come over after a few days again to look at Nathan's leg."

Don nodded and looked down on the boy who was browsing through the book with interest, looking at all the pictures he had never seen before.

The sound of water flowing out of the faucet into the almost full bathtub had something meditative about it. Don stared for a while on the water splashing slightly against the tub's edges, thoughts about what Nathan had told him two days ago still circling in his head. He was so shocked about it, wanted to cuss the fuck out of the ones who were responsible for the boy's suffering but at the same time he felt so helpless and wasn't able to keep any thoughts of his together.

What if they were already looking for the boy? Would they even search here, in the deepest woods?

The more Don found out about the child's past, the more pieces he could tuck together until a complete picture emerged.

And that picture was horribly disturbing.

Don closed the tap and the water stopped running. His hand slid through the water, sensing if it had the right temperature. He came back for Nathan and carried him in bridal style to the bathroom, hopefully for the last time until his leg will be in a better condition.

He sat the boy as gently as possible on the closed toilet lid, his bare feet dangling in the air. Don took the hem of the dirty hospital gown the kid had been wearing this whole time.

"C'mon, 'lemme help you with your gown..." He said calmly with a gesture to help the boy undress.

But Nathan crossed his arms in front of his stomach, preventing the man from shoving away more of the fabric.

"No", the boy said, his hands clenching more into his gown.

Don immediately put away his hands, assuming that he might've gone too far with physical contact. He thought Nathan was at the point where he trusted him enough - or else he wouldn't have stayed here with him, right?

But why was he so scared then?

He had a foreboding but pushed these thoughts aside right away.

No, he didn't want to think about that.

Don respected the kid's own will - for whatever reason it might be - and he would never want him to be uncomfortable in his presence.

"Wanna do it yourself?" The man asked instead, to which Nathan replied with a nod.

He saw that the boy moved his hands away from his stomach, ready to take the gown off his body by himself. Once he did that, Don saw his exposed back for the first time and that sight disturbed him all the more.

The child's skin was covered in more awful injuries. A huge bruise covered the boy's shoulder, scars lined his spine and something very shocking and horrible caught Don's sight.

Symbols burned deeply into the flesh of the boy's protruding small shoulder blades. It appeared to be a number, a roman one.

A 'V' and 'I'.

Six.

Don gulbed.

That was also something Nathan didn't tell him about. Don couldn't express the amount of disgust he had felt in this moment of realisation.

The boy seemed to surprise him all over again, but not in a positive way.

"Is that...a branding?" The man stuttered, terror overtook his facial features.

The child turned his head, noticing Don's horrified expression.

"Number Six. Everyone gets a number." He responded in tension, not moving an inch.

"Everyone?"

A nod followed after that question.

"The others... they have a number too."

Nathan felt his body trembling as he remembered everything. The moment he got his number. His screams in agony, begging and pleading and tears running uncontrollably when the hot iron burned into his skin, leaving that terrible branding.

That day, the boy lost his name, his personality, his dignity.

He was a subject. Something with a beating heart, nerve system and working brain but not more than that.

"They didn't treat you like a human, where you came from, did they?" Don asked, coming closer to the petrified child, tilting his head.

"No... Not human, subject."

Don kneeled down to the boy, who proceeded staring at the ground.

"Kid, listen. You are a human. Just like me. And it doesn't matter what they said about you, got it?"

Thousand thoughts ran through the boy's head, he didn't even know what to feel, what to say. Don's words burned into his mind, leaving him so confused and abashed. But he let the man's words sink in, thinking about them. Never did one say something like this about him. And Nathan didn't even know anymore how a human needs to be treated.

Indeed, he never saw himself as one. How should he know it better then?

"Okay..." Nathan breathed as an answer, avoiding the man's stoic look on him.

Don sighed.

He knew the child was overwhelmed by that. He didn't even need to ask, he saw it in the boy's eyes, in his gestures - him avoiding eye-contact, a quickened heartbeat and hard swallows whenever he spoke about what happened.

And he couldn't describe just how sorry he felt. Sorry for all the lies the boy has been told. Now his only assumption about the child has been proven, sadly. He probably never had anyone in his life, was alone the most time, abused, beaten, treated terribly.

And now also traumatized by all these experiences in his life. That shouldn't happen, never, to anyone.

No one in this world deserved to be treated like that.

After a few moments of complete silence, Don looked back on the bathtub still filled with water, still untouched and calm.

"Let's get you in there or else the water will get cold."

Don gently placed him into the bathtub, trying to not hurt the boy with his wounded ankle. "How's the temperature?" He asked softly.

"It's good."

The man took a shampoo bottle and a washcloth, explaining to the boy what he'll do with it. "Now I'll give ya a lil' hair wash, kiddo. You better close your eyes so the shampoo won't sting them."

The boy did as he told him and Don started washing Nathan's hair, softly massaging his scalp which he seemed to enjoy as he closed his eyes in relaxation.

A smile crept over the man's face, remembering how his mother used to wash his hair as a little boy. Something he also always had liked.

"That's it, my boy. You can open your eyes."

Don took a cloth, dipped it into the water and washed off all the dirt and blood from the kid's body, trying to not tear open his stitched wounds.

"If I hurt you by accident, tell me, okay?"

Nathan nodded, feeling how tenderly Don was rubbing his back, especially around the awful mark wound. Don was worried that the boy would protest like before as this situation was even more intimate than anything they went through before, but Nathan seemed to trust him enough and simply enjoyed the procedure, sitting still in the bathtub.

And like that, all worries from before were seemingly dissolved after Don finished bathing him, washed off with all the dirt and blood and Nathan didn't know when the last time was he had been so relaxed.

While Don was putting away the bottles, Nathan's attention fell on the foam, which looked and felt so weird. The child was moving his hands out of the water or collecting some of it on the water's surface just to peer at it in pure fascination. He believed to never have seen such a thing before.

Well, before no one has ever let him have a bath, either.

And when the child put together his hands curiously to see how the foam was stuck between them, he felt how calm it was in his head. No thoughts, no anxiety. Just silence. And it was pleasant.

Don had watched the boy for a while like that and couldn't help but smile at this sight. Something about the way Nathan was playing with the foam like every kid usually did, just having fun - probably for the first time in his life - it lightened Don's mood without him even noticing it. Instead, a warm feeling spread in his chest.

The man almost felt a little sorry for interrupting that moment when he took a cup and wiped the remaining body wash and shampoo from Nathan's skin.

"You know what? I think I forgot to wash one spot", He then said to the boy, running his fingers behind his ears, "Riight here."

Don heard a giggle from the kid as this seemed to have tickled him, which caused the man to chuckle himself. The kid laughed so rarely though his laugh was absolutely adorable. And Don was kinda glad that he left such a positive impression on the boy, making him feel comfortable enough to laugh this light-heartedly in his presence.

Which was a whole lot different from the first time they met, he realized.

"A'ight, now you're all clean. That's better, ain't it, huh?" Don got Nathan out of the tub, toweling him down.

"Here I got you some fresh clothes, though they might be a 'lil bit too big for ya."

He gave him some of his old clothes, a dark blue sweater which he barely wore anyway, and wool socks his mother once knitted for him. Don wasn't that much of a fashion expert. He owned only a few clothes, most of them dark sweaters, a few t-shirts and two or three pairs of pants for hunting. Owning many clothes and barely wearing them all appeared to be unnecessary to him.

Like expected, the sweater was way too large for the little one and putting it on, it almost reached to his knees.

"Well, ain't the best but better than nothin', right?" Don rolled up the sleeves up to the boy's elbows.

He really should get the kid some clothing in his size…

Nathan looked down at himself and couldn't remember wearing such comfortable clothes ever before. The sweater was large enough for him to cuddle into it and finally his bare feet were protected from the cold bathroom floor.

Also it felt good to be clean again, finally washing off all the dirt, sweat and dried blood of weeks from his body. And especially after the bath, Nathan could feel his muscles ease a bit after all the physical exhaustion his body had gone through.

The man also noticed how relaxed the boy now looked and he saw his shining blond curls for the first time which before were all tangled and covered in dust and dirt. His face was all clean too, with freckles showing on his skin which had been practically invisible before but now adorned the boy's rosy cheeks and snub nose.

Don thought about putting on some fresh bed sheets too but for now, he'll care about dinner first as he felt his stomach growling.

"So, how 'bout dinner? Bet you wanna eat somethin' too, kiddo."

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Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @smellofsnoww @picklehat3r @i-eat-worlds

[midnightsun-if]

how would the ROs react if someone was making MC cry?

(I'm asking this for all the people who hate conflict and feel like crying when anyone yells at them i.e. me)

Koda: His first instinct is to figure out why someone would do such a thing to you— it seems completely implausible to him that someone would wish to make you sad. The much stronger instinct would win, however. He’d quickly take you into his arms, probably rumble out a growl if the other person tried to do something in response, and just take you away. Would try to cheer you up with your favorite activities once you get back to the dorm. He just wants to make you smile again.

Scarlett: That person would be lifted up against a wall, sharp nails digging painfully into their neck, before they’d be even aware of the danger headed straight for them. Scarlett’s eyes would be nearly black with her rage. She’d hold back from doing anything permanent, however, because she knows that you need her, and she wanted to get back to you as quickly as she was able, she wanted to give you all the attention that you deserved. So she’d simply threaten them, probably leave them with a few bruises, and head straight back towards you and carry you back to the dorm. Being the sweetest/softest bean in the world the entire time.

Cyrus/Cyra: Their eyes would flash red, anger quickly causing flames to lick at their fingers, before they stop before the person. They wouldn’t even have to say anything, their presence alone, the way in which they were looking at the person, would showcase how fucked said person is. No one messes with a phoenixes bond-mate and no one will ever make you cry, not if they could help it. They’d be sorely tempted to do something, but they refrain, years of training kicking in, and simply watch as the person scampers off. Only when they’re sure you’ll be safe, that there wouldn’t be anything more coming, they’d turn to you, eyes shimmering a gentle gold, and ask you what you wished of them.

Quinn: It would take everything Quinn has to not shift instantly at the sight of your tears, at the sadness that etched itself across your face. Their canines and claws might sharpen, however, and it’d be clear to the person that if they didn’t back the fuck off soon then they’d be dealing with Quinn’s wolf— and Quinn’s wolf might just tear them apart. Quinn would take you somewhere you could relax, where people wouldn’t come across you both, and they’d simply comfort you— potentially shifting so their wolf can do so too. They don’t want to see you cry, and they’ll always try their best to abate it.

Caden: A sudden chill would work its way through the area, silvery eyes, tinged with a ghostly shimmer, filled with nothing but ice as they stride towards you. They wouldn’t hesitate in wrapping their arms around you, nor would they hesitate in giving the person a peace of their mind, the calm way in which they do it completely unsettling, without any hint of their normal flustered quality. Powers, that lurk underneath their skin, would beg to come out but Caden would stomp down the possibility. You were more important, getting you somewhere safe and sound, everything else came second to that.

Sloane: They’d see your tears, see the asshole in front of you, probably would have faintly heard what had been said… The math adds up. They’d punch the asshole in the face instantly and would grab them by the back of their collar before roughly shoving them away from you. A snarl would be on their face, eyes flashing like crazy as their wolf wished to appear, but they’d simply settle on a warning growl, a deep rumble from within their chest, in making the person stay away. If you weren’t there, and they didn’t have to get back to you, they’d probably do more, but they had to put their focus on you— take you somewhere else. Maybe they’d find the person later…

Blake: Their easygoing smile would vanish instantly, violet eyes going dark instantly, and they’d be by your side within an instant. They would want nothing more than to lash out at the person, which they’d do at a later date, but they needed to focus on you— not anything else that could potentially get in the way of that. They’d take your face in their hands, make you see them and only them, and ask you where you wished to go. They’d go anywhere you wanted to go in that moment, do anything, as long as they didn’t have to see you cry anymore. They hated to see you cry. Seeing it now? It would only harden their resolve to deal with this issue later.

Reginald/Regina: They wouldn’t really know what to do to be honest. A supernatural individual is making you cry? Not necessarily someone they could take in a fight, which they’re well aware of. But, seeing the tear tracks on your face, the sadness that etches across it, makes them not care. They’d definitely get in the persons face, damn the consequences, and once they feel like they’ve been correctly chastised— R would take you away from the entire situation. Probably would start rambling on various activities you could together/they might have planned. Anything to keep your mind off what had happened.

[gringolet]

What do you have against Lot? His sons were at least upset he died

lot basically sucks severely in the vulgate merlin tbh i dont think anyone could read it and like him/think he was like, a good dad (some examples under the cut) . but also i think the assumption that he must have been a good father because the orkneys sought revenge for his murder is a misunderstanding of the cultural norms of medieval europe and the political functions of retributive familial/clan violence, a culture which survived later in the north and scotland, where lot and his sons are located. violently revenging the death of their father has much less to do with familial affection than it does with the ever important economy of honour.

lot in the merlin is basically constantly engaging in wierd sick power plays against his teenaged sons (like seriously their exact ages arent given but deffo what we would consider minors except maybe gawain could be as old as 18/19) . i cant be very thorough because my copy of the merlin is on another continent, locked in a box filled with spiders, so i only have old screenshots and the old french version which i can only sort of barely make out lol.

but like. look at this. hes just an asshole

then theres this whole sequence which is too long to recount in detail but basically involved lot looking on with amusement and approval as his sons attack each other due to an argument he encourages, then he suddenly flies into a rage and orders gawain to KILL agravaine. gawain strikes agravaine with the flat of his sword instead and says that agravaine is not good enough to ride with them and should go back to the (safety) of the foresters house they just left, which tbh reads to me like getting him out of the whole situation. worth noting that agravaine just almost died before this incident also.

god i hate lot so much stop making your teenaged son do all of your dirty work for you old man. hes literally always like thisss like why does gawain always have to be in charge of protecting their family and accomplishing things and making good decisions while lot stands around judging them all and deciding whether he will grant his approval.

but whatever, thats what i have against lot

[alaskan-wallflower]

that scene in “the jeffersons” where kyle bandages up blanket’s scraped knee is often used as justification for him Mommy Kyle but tbh i see that scene as more of a reminder that he’s a big brother, he was doing what he would have done for ike. it’s obvious in the dialogue too, he says “i know, be chill” not “ohhh you poor little wubby bubby let me take care of you🥺🫶” like some people tend to interpret that. i like that the personalities and actions of the boys represent their birth hierarchy. stan is a youngest child, he’s sensitive and gets confused and frustrated when things don’t go his way. kenny is a middle child, often forgotten and overlooked and sacrificing his needs for others. cartman is an only child, has selfish tendencies and is used to being the center of attention. kyle is an eldest child, bossy overachiever that sometimes takes on a caretaking role. kyle is the “mom friend” because of his big brother-ness, not because he’s a malewife!

when i say “mommy kyle” that’s basically the synonym for malewife kyle. which i don’t agree with. he’s not a malewife, nor a “mommy”

anyway. absolutely! he probably just gets it from his older brother instincts. he would do the same for ike. and tbh he probably carrie’s safety shit on him anyway in case his sugars dip.

i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again. Kyle is a lot more compassionate than the fandom gives him credit for. because apparently whenever hes not fussing over a broken nail or saving stan from his apparent alcoholism he’s either crying or he’s a rage filled asshole who doesn’t give two shits about anyone, which is simply untrue.

kyle’s more compassionate than people credit him for.

[wise-lizard-wizard]

thoughts on dino squad? (2007)

(btw it’s episodic. You can watch it in any order tbh (first episode is titled ‘the beginning’))

I absolutely adore it!

I run the account Victor-Veloci-Simp-69.

I've been thinking about linking it to my Main, purely bc when I reblog and reply on posts, it shows my main, so it seems like I don't interact with people as my DS account, which makes me sad because it feels like I might be interpreted as standoffish? But I never have time, and it feels insignificant to do so.

I watched the show when I was a kid, then rediscovered it a couple of years ago, and now every few years I rewatch it.

Its not Technically a "good" show but eh. I love it.

I think the reason why I'm so obsessed with the show is because (This going to get so long, I am so sorry, I have so many thoughts)

There are so much that is just never adressed. I have so many thoughts. There is so much to expand on, so many AUs that are there for the imagining.

I genuinely like the episodes. The plot is genuinely so much fun. The why's of these plots is...questionable. The how's is fun tho.

IT IS SO INCONSISTENT! Okay, not part of why I like it, but Ahhhhhhhhh. None of it makes sense. The characterization changes literally seconds apart!!!!! WHAT!!!!!

JUST FROM EPISODE 1: WHY IS BUZZ DEPICTED AS AN ANIMAL LOVER AND THEN GOES "NAH, I'M NOT SAVING THE DOG FROM DROWNING". This happens seconds Apart!!!!

Why does Roger act indifferent about the assignment and then say "we should work together on this assignment" and Care about the assignment. SECONDS APART!!!!!

THEN THERE'S THE ANIMATION! OH MY GOD. At 4:21, Caruso is shown barefoot. At 4:25 HE HAS SHOES ON.

Ms Moynihan after they get mutated goes: "I told u not to go into the water" NO YOU DIDN'T. YOU NEVER SAID THAT. WHY R U LYING.

(Okay, so she could have said that off screen,I'll give it a pass, but also Literally No Where was that message implied to have been said before she stated that. Also, that implies that she knows Veloci is regularly dumping shit in the water.)

Also, Veloci injects Peter in episode 1 and this is just...never adressed again? What does that do to Peter, besides his eyes changing? THERE IS NO EFFECT WHAT DOES IT DO, I DON’T REMEMBER SEEING THE GUY EVER AGAIN WHAT!!! WHY DID VELOCI DO THAT.

Since Peter was injected with the Ooze, but Veloci is looking for his "perfect dinosaurs", then that inplies Peter is a failed dino. What happened to him? I am in hysterics. What. DOES VELOCI JUST HAVE LIKE A BUNCH OF STAFF THAT ARE FAILED DINOS!!!? I HAVE QUESTIONS!!!

I AM....AHHHHHHHHHHHH....I am so normal about this hahahaha.

Which is probably why it sticks in my head so much. Any media I get obsessed with usually has some aspect that makes me want to rip apart a chair with my teeth. Half the fun is telling my friend about the thing that makes me choke in frustration/rage. I like ranting. Its part of the fun to me.

4) I love the animation style.

5) I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS, I AM CLAWING AT MY ENCLOSURE, HOW!!! HOW DID VELOCI AND MS M SURVIVE IN THAT CAVE???? WHERE THEY SLEEPING FOR MILLIONS OF YEARS??? IF SO, HOW WHERE THEY NEVER DISCOVERED BY HUMANS IN ALL THAT TIME?

AT WHAT POINT DID THEY AWAKEN? THROUGH WHAT TIME PERIODS HAVE THEY LIVED? HOW DID THEY EXPIERIENCE WORLD WAR 1? WORLD WAR 2? ALL THE TRAGEDIES? How did they get from point A to point B????

How did they get to their current lives?

There is so much that remains a mystery. And with the large amounts of time Veloci and Ms M had, there is so much thats just. Not there. There are so many gaps to fill. There are so many AUs that can happen. And with the inconsistencies, there are so many places where I can't image the characters are anything but either unreliable or maybe even straight up lying...

Oh, and that's the other thing:

5) They are all, and I mean every single character, Major Assholes. The assholiest. Their only consistent character trait is being an asshole. I love it.

Anyway, I am sooooi normal about this show. So normal.

Also, very important! I love your dinosquad posts!!!! They're really cool, and I love seeing you in the fandom! Just. Feel really gushy about your posts. Also, I always feel really happy when I see you liked one of my Dinosquad posts. Its a small fandom, so I always feel like I'm talking into a void.

I have more thoughts, but this post has gotte really long as is lmao. I am so sorry.

This ask meant a lot to me, so thanks ♥.

[necros-writing-stuff]

I'm still a big fan of killer dare- I wanna know what happens when he's 'working' what's his process?? Is he clean or like bloody the whole time? Is he careful methodical? Or is every kill random?

(I was gonna ask for head cannon format but Dare is littraly yours)

I love your stuff as always!!!

~🩷

Ooooo okay time to get graphic. I'll put it under the cut, look at your own risk (and also behold the evidence of me consuming too much true crime from a very young age).

How he kills:

Darius is a big big fan of strangulation. With his hands or with a rope/wire/length of something depends on the one he's taking out.

Reason being the lack of blood to clean up. He's a strong man, he can take most people out this way. It's also very personal. He can whisper insults in their ear while they're dying.

However, when it looks like there will be a struggle he might not win with his fists alone, Dare likes a good ole hammer to the skull.

Very very conscious about evidence. When he kills and while he stalks. Super vigilant about cameras, always leaves his phone at home when doing his little hobby. Never picks someone he knows personally or even tangentially. Has to be a total stranger. Always comes with gloves and something to keep his hair tucked away in, and something obscuring his face.

No aftershave while he kills, no branded shoes or clothes. Just as blank and inconspicuous as possible. Tends to kill at night, but not always if a better opportunity presents itself.

Victims:

Still undecided here. It depends on the story.

Victim type 1: police. From his sense of jealousy and jadedness that he lost his job because he stood up for a victim by pummelling his boss. Like the pig joke so he'll cut off their noses and make them more snout-like. Male officers get their junk cut off too.

Victim type 2: pale women with long red hair. Because Molly left and took the cat and he's a bitch about it even though it was his fault. He does not do anything sexual here, it's just rage. Post-mortem he'll often brutalise their faces.

Victim type 3: someone got too close to you and Dare can't have that. He's nearly got you in his clutches and this ass thinks they can swoop in and take you right from under him. Nuh-uh. Type 3 can happen at the same time as the other two. He's quickest with these, but also sloppiest, because they're the most emotional ones for him.

He chooses victims based on a variety of things very similar to how he chooses a spouse tbh.

Are they lonely? How long will it take for people to notice they're gone? Will anyone notice? Where do they they? Who do they live with? Do they go out alone?

He stalks them appropriately each time to find the best window.

Different from choosing a spouse though, victims will have a quality that pisses him off enough to get his attention. It won't just be that they're a red head or an officer. It's a bitchy red head screaming at a tired service worker, it's an officer stopping a drunk person for a stop and search just to cop a feel.

Dare feels justified in what he's doing. One less asshole on the earth to bother everyone else.

Disposal process:

Takes the body to his work site. Chucks them down a hole that's going to be filled with cement, secure in the knowledge they be buried under a fucking skyscraper soon enough.

No construction of that kind going on? Freezes the body (liquid nitrogen), and uses a saw in the warehouse to cut up the body into itty bitty pieces. A lot less blood due to the frozen state. Then he'll take it with him and burn it on his next hunt, ensuring to smash up the teeth and jaw and scatter them far from each other.

For the type 3 though... he's liable to strangle them and then just leave them in the spot he killed them. He wants you to know he's killing people for you. He wants you to see that he sees you. They're his love notes.

Where you come in:

He won't take you to kill with him, but he'll take you hunting and show you the cut up body before he burns it. He'll make sure you don't look away. And when you recognise who it is, he'll gloat about how he can do this for you - just kill someone you hated and probably wanted dead anyway. So thank him. He'll have a blowie now please and thank you.

If he thinks it's the only way to make you stay as his, he'll somehow have you kill someone and hold it over your head. Probably by kidnapping someone and saying he's bored of you and thinks this person might be a good replacement - unless you can prove yourself interesting again by killing them before they can kill you.

You're his lovely little house spouse (again though, this is Dare, he'll call you wife no matter your gender identity), who's gonna wear skirts and make his food, massage his back, bounce on his cock and kiss his palms despite knowing they'd been squeezing the life out of someone a couple of hours prior.

But if Dare ever does actually get caught? He won't pin anything on you. Not even if he made you kill someone. He can't do it. He can spend the rest of his life in jail, you can't. Especially if you had a kid together.

[altocat]

Genseph + Dadcent has always been such a goofy combo to me and I adore it tbh

Vincent two seconds away from a legitimate rage-induced Monster Mash episode because Seph brought his damn boyfriend over and now the house is filled with the sound of their gremlin antics. Squabbling. Bickering. Some decidedly NOT "family friendly" physical contact. Vincent just wants to take a nap and now he has to go figure out where he put his damn Quicksilver.

Of all the assholes his son could have fallen for, he goes and picks THAT CREATURE.