#this background took me 3 full attempts to get right

[ghostgirl-22]

I know a little bit ago u said you'd be open to trying x reader so here's a prompt i randomly thought of! But ignore it if it's not ur vibe

Patrick sets art up w a girl (reader) who's like quiet and pretty normal, someone who wouldn't be too much for little artie to get out of his shell... and then when they start dating Patrick is in arts dorm snoopinh and finds a punch pf freaky polaroids of art being put in like full nelson or something LOL

Idk i need Patrick to make fun of him but be lowkey turned on and asking if his gf is up for a threesum n art gets all defensive but also very turned on

Thanks for the prompt, lovely!! I took a few liberties and changed it from Polaroids to video lol. Hope that’s okay <3

CW: 18+ !NSFW! Explicit

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Patrick doesn’t think anything of it. You’re pretty and shy and you seem like a good girl. Probably exactly what Art needs. Someone sweet to break him in. The last thing he wants is Art to leave high school without ever having had a girlfriend. Patrick’s proud of himself for the way that he gets you two together . It’s easy enough. At homecoming he pulls you away from the wall for a dance and when the song is over he leaves you with Art, convincing him to dance with you as he disappears to go flirt with one of the more popular girls.

You are a little shy. Most guys tend to overlook you because of your shyness, they think you’re a saint. But honestly you had been crushing on Art Donaldson since puberty and even though you were too nervous to approach him you’re not too nervous to take advantage of the opportunity.

Art is as sweet and adorable as everyone says and by the end of the night you lead him to an empty classroom… kiss him slowly and somehow convince him that it’s okay if he just slips one or two fingers inside you.

”Are you sure?” He whispers anxiously.

You giggle and kiss him. “Yes, please.”

Patrick doesn’t know any of that. He thinks the two of you are just so cute. “Two pretty little virgins,” He teases Art, when you guys start dating. He imagines you two going on walks, holding hands, cuddling, sitting quietly in the park or something like that. Sometimes he wonders if Art will be brave enough to take your virginity or if he’ll have to coax Art into doing that too.

Patrick is borrowing Art’s laptop late one night in a hectic attempt to review the slides for the history exam tomorrow because his computer is acting up. He clicks on a window accidentally and a video pops up. From the still he can see your face. He glances over at Art, snoring lightly in his bed while the tv plays quietly in the background.

He can’t help his curiosity so he presses play. “Please, lemme film it baby,” your voice sounds from the video.

Art appears then, half naked, only his boxers on. They’re in this bedroom. Patrick must’ve been in class or out at practice or something. “Okay, but just for me and you right?” He says, he’s grabbing at your waist.

“Yeah I want to watch it later,” you say grinning. Patrick swallows as he watches you preening for the camera in your panties, your bra is white lace and see through, your dark curls are falling messy into your eyes, it’s clear you and Art have been messing around before you started the video. Patrick can’t believe he didn’t realize how fucking hot you were.

Art pulls you closer. “Mm you’re so beautiful.”

“I am?” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up and gently tosses you on the bed. Patricks bed.

”Yeah,” Art smirks, “mm getting hard.” Patrick watches as Art tugs your bra straps down and starts licking at your tits. Pretty pink, lips and tongue sucking at them like he’s never been more hungry. It’s doing something to Patrick to watch Art and you like this. He’s so hard he feels dizzy.

“All yours baby, you’re such a good boy,” You moan, teasing your fingers through his golden hair.

Patrick’s forgotten completely about his history exam. He glances up from the computer again. Art is still fast asleep so Patrick eases his hand down his pajama pants, touching his aching cock while he watches the video of Art bending you in half, gripping your thighs and pumping his swollen dick inside you. Watching you squirm and moan as your pussy opens up for him again and again. The sound of your desperate moans mixed with his, the way you start squirting all over the sheets, giggling, as Art gasps out, “oh fuck baby oh fuck it’s so messy, gonna come inside baby, need to come inside you. I’m so sorry baby, oh fuck—” And then he’s spilling.

Sliding his dick out when he’s done and watching as the cum leaks slowly from your twitching cunt. “Sorry baby,” he whispers, flushed all over, hypnotized by your cunt as more semen spills out.

“Mm it’s okay, Artie. I know you couldn’t help it.” Your voice is pitched all high and soft.

”Yeah,” Art agrees, licking his lips. “You’re just so pretty. You drive me crazy.” Then he starts using his spend to finger your pussy till you come, squirting wet again all over Patricks sheets. Watching you shiver and moan, sucking on his fingers when he’s done.

Fuck.

Patrick’s coming hard in his hand. He didn’t know Art had that in him, had no idea that you were such a freaky little girl. He wants to get his own dick inside of you. Let you squirt all over it. Maybe get it inside of Art too while he’s at it.

The next day Patrick’s looking at his sheets and realizes Art must’ve changed them but the mattress is definitely stained with you. He can’t get it out of his head. Suddenly he’s asking Art about you everyday and Art realizes when he’s messing with his laptop, that Patrick’s seen the video.

“I didn’t mean to watch it. But holy shit, Art. You guys act so fucking innocent and the whole time you’re doing that… on my bed.”

“I’m sorry I used your bed but mine was already a—a mess and—and we cleaned up after… besides you're the one who acts like we’re so innocent,” Art says and that’s fair.

“Your bed was a mess? So she’s just….” Patrick takes a breath. “You can have her over when I’m here if you want.”

“Shut up man.”

“No seriously, I mean you think she’d be into a threesome?”

“Come on, Patrick,” Art says irritated.

“Im serious… I mean, imagine if we… you know… took turns or whatever. Imagine if me and you… kinda…if me and you fucked… or whatever.”

“God, you’re fucking crazy,” Art says, but he’s flushing even more than when he first confronted Patrick, fidgeting with his hands in his lap.

And when Art tells you about it a few days later you’re both giggling about how crazy it sounds. But then he accidentally says Patrick’s name while you’re fucking and you both come almost immediately after that…both lost in individual fantasies about his best friend. And two weeks later Art invites you over with your camera and when both him and Patrick greet you. You can’t help but to smile.

[glassesanddisasters]

Started playing Baldurs Gate 3, haven't stopped thinking about it since. Karlach is such a joy, she's so so good.

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You and James bake gingerbread cookies.

Genre: Fluff <3

Warnings: none

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

The kitchen is a mess. Bowls of icing, jars of sprinkles, and an army of gingerbread cookies lay in organized chaos on the table. You're sitting on the stool, your arm draped over your bent knee, as you look over the gingerbread house, meticulously adding gumdrops to the roof, while James sits across from you, attempting to decorate his third gingerbread man.

"Jamie, why does your gingerbread man have sunglasses?" You ask, looking up at the poor little man James is holding.

"Because he's cool," James answers, holding up the cookie proudly. "Get it? Because it's cold in the snow?" 

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Real smart, love."

"Thanks!" James beams and sets his cookie down, reaching for another plain one. The Christmas music plays softly in the background from James's father's old record player and he hums along. He pauses and looks at you expectantly, "He has character, don't you think?"

"Yeah, he does." You smile, turning your attention back to the house you're making, carefully outlining the windows in green icing. You bite your cheek, adding white icing as the snowflakes. You're so focused on your task that you barely hear the cupboard door creak open as James searches inside.

"What are you looking for?" 

"Just getting more sprinkles," he replies casually.

There is something in his tone that makes you pause. You turn around, catching him with a fully decorated gingerbread man into his mouth as his hand lays near the plate on the counter, just below the cupboard he'd used as a distraction. James looks like a deer in headlights. 

"James!" you shriek, pointing your icing bag at him like a weapon. "Tell me that wasn't one of mine?"

James freezes, cheeks puffed full of the cookie. "No!" he insists through a mouthful of cookies, catching the spilling crumbs in his hand.

You stand, rushing to him and pushing him aside. "Don't you lie to me, James Potter," you exclaim, narrowing your eyes. You look at the plate, where four perfectly festive gingerbread men had been, now missing her favorite one.

"Oh, James! You ate Gingerbread Santa!"

James's cheeks burn pink as he swallows sheepishly. "If it makes you feel any better, he was delicious…"

You gape at him, spinning around and hitting his chest. "Bloody hell! Do you know how long it took me to pipe his little hat!" 

"I'm sorry! You're just too good at this, they look so delicious. It's impossible to resist."

You cross your arms, pouting, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily curl up. "Well, aren't you gonna make it up to me?"

"Okay, okay," James says, raising his hands in surrender. "I'll make it up to you."

You don't have the time to ask how as he hurries back to the table, grabs one of his undecorated cookies, and begins to work. You walk over, peering over his shoulder. He's using too much icing, layering it on in messy swirls, and has trouble sticking the gummy bears where the buttons should go as the icing sticks to his fingers. You hold in a laugh when he finally finishes it and holds it up to you with a flourish.

"There. A new and improved gingerbread Santa!"

The cookie is a disaster. Its frosting face is lopsided, its coating patchy and the buttons crooked. Santa has a crooked smile that somehow looks both apologetic and terrified and you scrunch your nose, bursting into laughter. "Improved? James, it's hideous."

"Hey," James frowns, looking at his creation with care and adoration. "Don't be mean, he's absolutely lovely." He holds it out to you and then breaks the cookie. You gasp, a little surprised. 

"Oh, you broke him."

He laughs and hands you the bigger piece of the cookie. "They're meant to be eaten," James teases as he takes a bite, "and they're delicious. Courtesy of moi, for baking them."

You roll your eyes. He's right. He might not be the best at decorating them, but he'd baked them for you perfectly. 

You smile and bite into the cookie, frosting hitting your nose. It tastes delicious. You suppress a smile. "Well, next time please ask before you eat my Santa." James moves closer and swipes his thumb over the frosting on your nose, bringing his thumb to his mouth with a smile. 

"Will do, love." He kisses your lips as an apology. "I'm sorry."

He doesn't sound very sorry at all, but you aren't very mad so it doesn't matter. 

"Apology accepted," you say and then pull on his arm, turning him around. "No help me with this house!" 

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Me U & Hennessy: Toman Founders x Fem Reader

♡ NSFW, vibes → smut, drug use (only weed) + hints at a blunt rotation, alcohol, established relationship for each scenario, public sex, bathroom sex, closet sex, unprotected sex + creampie, sex while intoxicated, oral (fem and male receiving), discreet thigh riding, thighjob, fingering, pet names + praise, and biting, this was unfortunately proofread and my eyes are killing me, buckle up because this is a long read ♡

note 1: This includes all of the Toman founders and is kinda different from what I normally write. I loved writing this (Baji’s part especially) and I'm super proud of how this turned out!

note 2: Huge thank you to @i-literally-cant-with-this for planting this idea in my head and offering help. Sarah I love you 😭🩷

note 3: This is the last note I swear and it's probably the most important one too…I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS AND 2500 LIKES 🥳 I love y'all so much 😭

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Playing cards, snacks, and shot glasses littered the living room table of Mitsuya’s apartment. It was the up and coming fashion designer’s turn to host Toman’s weekly get together and you all took advantage of it by having a smoke sesh. Draken pointed the blunt in your direction, you tried to hold your hand up in an attempt to decline but instinctively grabbed it instead. You were stoned out of your mind and kinda tipsy off a couple shots of henny, so it was probably a good idea to pass it to Mitsuya.

Smoke crowded the room, forcing Baji to open the window. “Baji close the window, it's freezing man!” Kazutora whined while curling up on the couch next to you. “I’m tryna air the room out dipshit! Go get a blanket if you’re cold!” “You two argue like a goddamn married couple.” Draken intervened, chuckling with Mitsuya (who was actively coughing his lungs up). This is essentially how every smoke sesh with them went. Baji and Kazutora arguing, Draken and Mitsuya laughing at everything like two schoolgirls, Mikey raiding the kitchen every five minutes, and Pah-Chin being super quiet and just absorbing the chaos going on around him. Me U & Hennessy by DeJ Loaf blasted in the background, filling your head with unholy thoughts and your inebriation only elevated your desire to fuck. And it most certainly didn’t go unnoticed.

Mikey 💠

As Mikey walked back into the living room his eyes landed on you, noticing the way your breathing became heavy. He walked over to the couch and asked if you wanted to go outside for some fresh air, seemingly oblivious to the way your eyes were devouring him. You two slid out the front door of Mitsuya’s apartment, making your way outside and behind the apartment's staircase. Mikey immediately broke the silence before you could say anything. “So what’s bothering you?” “Nothing’s-” “Shut it! I know you better than that, it’s so obvious that you’re soaked right now.”

You couldn’t even argue with him, he was right for once. “You wanna get fucked right? Prove how bad you want it then.” On instinct you got on your knees as Mikey unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. He tapped the tip of his dick on your outstretched tongue before slipping the entirety of his length in your mouth. He paused when he felt you gag around him, giving you a moment to adjust to the fullness you felt in your throat. “You look so pretty when you’re choking on my dick ♡” The praise combined with the dirtiness of his words invigorated you, pushing past the slight pain in your throat you started bobbing your head. When you could tell when he was close you started to speed up and pay extra attention to his tip, swirling your tongue around it and leaving kisses on it. “Fuck that’s it, just like that princess~” You quickly slipped him back in your mouth before he came, desperate to feel his hot load go down your throat. He gripped the back of your neck as he came, grunting and praising you all the while. “You better be ready to get fucked when we get home princess, I’m gonna be inbetween your legs all night ♡”

Draken 🐉

After almost laughing himself to death with Mitsuya, Draken noticed the way you shifted on the couch. The way your thighs rubbed together in discomfort. “Hey y/n, you okay? Need me to walk you to the bathroom?” He asked, a playful tone in his voice. “Yeah I actually do.” You got up and followed Draken’s lead into the narrow hallway, stopping at a door that most definitely wasn’t the bathroom. “This isn’t the bathroom.” Draken opened the door to what looked like a supply closet. “Why would I take you to the bathroom if I know that's not what you need right now?” He walked in the closet, beckoning you to follow him. Normally you’d refuse, especially since you were in Mitsuya’s house, but he was just so tempting. You walked into the closet, closing and locking the door behind you.

Before you knew it you two were undressed and he had you bent over with your hands gripping a shelf. His thick cock stretching your tight little pussy with each thrust. If it wasn’t for you biting your lip, your moans would be heard citywide. “So fucking tight, feel so good wrapped around me.” “Faster~” “Oh yea? You want it faster darling? I'll give it to you as fast as you want ♡” Lewd noises filled the closet as Draken pounded into you, hands squeezing your hips tighter and tighter until he finally filled you up. He stayed inside you, not wanting a single drop of his cum to leak out of your cunt. “Let's just stay like this for a while, okay babydoll?”

Baji 🔥

“Baji close the damn windows!” Kazutora yelled at him for the tenth time in a row. “Okay fine, I’ll close the damn windows!” Baji yelled back, annoyed about having to get up again to close the windows he just opened. As he finished closing the windows he turned to Kazutora. “There you happy now?” “Very happy, thank you.” You could hear Baji mumble under his breath as he walked towards the glass door of Mitsuya’s balcony. “I’m gonna go get some air.” He stated, as if anyone other than you were listening. After a few minutes you got up from the couch to join him on the balcony, which probably wasn’t the safest thing considering you just consumed alcohol not that long ago. Baji looked in your direction as you stepped out onto the balcony.

“Hey cutie! Decided to join me?” You nodded in agreement, blushing at the pet name. “Come here pretty girl, lemme hold you.” You walked over to the railing of the balcony, letting him wrap his strong arms around your waist. The cool night air felt so good on your warm skin, but what felt even better was Baji’s hands roaming your body. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how warm you are?” His hands slid down to undo your pants. “I remember you mentioning how you’ve always wanted to fuck on a balcony.” “Baji…I wasn’t being serious. I was probably drunk when I said it anyway.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Nah, you were dead sober, so I know it wasn’t the henny talking. Lemme fuck those pretty thighs~” He softly bit into your neck as he slid your pants and panties down far enough for him to comfortably slide inbetween your thighs.

“You’re so fucking warm baby, dripping wet too. You been waiting for this haven’t you?” You could only nod in agreement as his girthy cock slid between your thighs, going back and forth across your soaking wet pussy. The tip of his dick brushing up against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You were so fucked out and he didn't even put it in. You never even considered that the rest of the guys might see you two, or the fact that you were literally outside. But that didn't matter, not when Baji was biting on your neck and shoulder, nibbling on your ear, and telling you how good you felt. “You feel so good, taste good too. Just can't get enough of you.” Baji’s thrusts started to become sloppier, but he quickly composed himself because he knew exactly what he wanted. He slid his hand between your legs, playing with your clit while he slowly rubbed his cock between your slick folds. As you gushed all over his length, he slipped inside you, filling your pussy with his cum and keeping you warmer than a shot of Henny ever could.

Kazutora 🐅

As Baji proceeded to ignore his complaints about the cold air from the windows, Kazutora decided to actually follow his advice and try to find a blanket. “Hey y/n, come with me to find a blanket real quick?” You two made your way through the hallway, checking closets filled with fabrics and sewing equipment. Kazutora stumbled upon the bathroom and decided to go through the cabinet under the sink. “Kazutora I don't think there's any blankets under there.” You giggled while sitting down on the edge of the tub. “Well duh, I know that. I'm just snooping around a little.” After finding nothing of interest he closed the cabinet, turning his attention to you.

He walked over and crouched down in front of you, laying his head on your thighs. He whimpered underneath you as your fingers gently ran through his hair. “Lemme taste you angel~” He mumbled into your thighs. You didn’t even get a chance to respond before he started taking off your pants, desperate to get a taste of you. “Tora slow down, you act like I’m gonna slip through your fingers.” His muffled response reverberated through your body as he buried his face between your legs, leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He practically started drooling when he slid your panties off, taking a moment to admire your pretty pussy before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. His tongue circled your clit, sliding between your wet folds to gather as much of your juices on his tongue as he could. He didn’t even bother to praise you, he was far too invested in devouring you to pull away. As the heat in your body built up you gripped his hair, grinding your pussy on his face. His grip on your thighs loosened, allowing you to squeeze his head in between them, letting himself become engulfed in your drenched cunt.

Pah-Chin 🔷

The heat growing between your legs started to become unbearable, prompting you to head to the kitchen for some water to cool you off and maybe sober you up a little. As you chugged a bottle of water you felt a pair of strong hands grip your waist, almost making you choke on the water. You looked back only to be greeted by Pah’s face, his head resting on your shoulder. “Jeez Pah, you scared the hell outta me! Do you need something?” “No, but I can tell that you do.” His hand slid from your waist to the waistband of your pants as he placed delicate kisses on your neck. “Really, in the kitchen of all places? The guys might see us!” “It’s fine baby, just trust me.”

He unbuttoned your pants and slid his calloused hand into your underwear, circling your clit with his middle finger. “You’re so fucking wet for me, lemme take care of you.” His thick fingers worked their way inside you, stretching you out. It was so hard to stay quiet as his fingers went in and out, curling into you and hitting every spot you liked. “You close sugar? I'm not stopping til you cream on my fingers ♡” He didn't have to wait long, as the knot in your stomach unraveled and you finished all over his fingers. Not even a full minute later, with his hand still in your pants, he was asking for more. “You think you can gimme another one baby?”

Mitsuya 🪻

As the smoke in the room started to clear, Mitsuya looked over at you. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, mesmerized by you. He didn’t know if it was the weed heightening his senses or if you’ve always looked as attractive as you did now, and he couldn’t care less. He just wanted you, needed to feel your warmth against him. “Hey love, why don’t you come sit on my lap?” The tone in his voice was so sweet and inviting, how could you deny him? You got up from your place on the couch and positioned yourself on his lap, eventually shifting to just sitting on one of his thighs. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close and kissing your shoulder.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “I want you to use me to get off ♡” “Taka, not now we-” Mitsuya held his finger against your lips, politely signaling you to shut up. “It’s okay love, I’ll be discreet. Just be as quiet as you can, okay?” You nodded, relaxing in his grip as he slowly rocked your hips back and forth. The music playing from Draken’s bluetooth speaker blared throughout the room, masking the small whimpers you made as Mitsuya put more force on your hips, increasing the friction between his thigh and your clothed cunt. “Go ahead and cum for me pretty baby ♡” You bit your lip to conceal the moan that threatened to spill from your mouth as you came, leaving your panties a soaked mess. “Wanna continue this in my room sweetheart?”

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[calumfmu]

i really love your fics! could i request steve x f’girl reader? i love flipping tropes on their heads!

Hiiii!! Thank you so much <3 Sorry that this took so long, I'm getting out of a writer's rut, but this definitely helped me. I hope that this sufficed. I wasn't sure how smutty you wanted it, so I kinda met you in the middle. Steve x Fuckgirl!Reader 18+ mdni; smut-ish, heavy petting, making out, premature orgasm (lol quick Steve), allusions to sex, 4.4k+ words (Jesus h Christ, Im trying I swear)

It was late in Hawkins when you stumbled into the Family Video, sunset spreading golden orange and yellows across the sky. An overhead bell rang above you, signaling your arrival to the near empty store.

“Welcome in,” you heard a far away, meek voice say to you, you looked up to see a brunette girl, hair cut short and over sized vest hanging over her small frame. You raised your eyebrows in a greeting to her, hand waving slightly in her direction. Noticing how she blushed in response and quickly ducked her head, you laughed to yourself, used to those type of reactions from people—women and men alike.

You recognized her from school, a few years younger than you, was in band or something of the sort. Not really your crowd to hang with, but someone you briefly remembered from that time. She ran over to say something to another worker a few feet away from the counter, stumbling over her feet in the process.

Searching through horror films, you were bent at the waist, blue denims squeezing your hips in all the right places. Running your fingers over the VHS cases, you were startled by a hip crashing into the shelf next to you. The man to which it belonged to faked his cool, leaning against the shelf with one elbow, and his other hand running through his hair, smoothing it back into place.

Giving him a once-over with a raised eyebrow, you stood to your full height. He smiled at you, brown puppy dog eyes crinkling behind the size of the grin.

“Welcome to Family Video,” he rushed, sticking a hand out for you to shake. You eyed the hand briefly, smile toying at the corners of your mouth as you reached up to meet it.

“I think she’s got you beat, big boy,” you laughed, nodding your head over to the brunette who leaned over the counter to watch your interaction. Upon noticing you look at her, she turned around quickly, pressing random buttons on the cash register as if she hadn’t been staring.

The man turned to look at her, red blush covering his cheeks. “We just like to give all of our customers equal satisfaction, if you know what I mean.”

You gave him a face, wincing at the attempt of flirting he tried giving you. Turning back to the tapes, you were set on ignoring him, not really interested in his attempt for… whatever this was. He didn’t let up, choosing to straighten up and adjust his collar, fixing his sleeves as you found sudden interest in a description of a movie.

He cleared his throat, “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.”

His hand shot out again for you to shake, dropping it once he realized he had already done that. The girl’s laughter in the background urged some of your own, this man—Steve—being the worst at flirting you had ever seen in your life.

Clearing his throat, his voice was shaky as he said, “What can I help you find today?”

You briefly looked at him, noticing the confidence he had that flowed off of him. It was in the wrong place though, his flirting, if you could call it that, was all terribly wrong, nothing of the sort that you would expect from someone with his looks. There was something about him though, something that made him seem like he knew what he was doing even if his efforts were being missed. You could tell he had some sort of game, it all being lost on you.

“Think I’m managing just fine here.”

He chewed at the inside of his lip, seemingly wondering how to get around the rejection you gave him, short answers not giving him any room to continue. You grabbed a different movie off the shelf, satisfied with it as you turned to move towards the counter. He blocked your path, chest broad as his arms were crossed over it.

You ran your eyes over his chest, admiring the way the material stretched taut over muscle, showing off biceps you would love to imagine wrapped around you. Smirking up at him, you indulged in the feeling, ready to have some fun with the nervous boy stood in front of you.

“I can give you a few suggestions, hon.” The nickname had you staring up at him, eyebrows shooting up yet again. “Little Shop of Horrors? Really, I don’t think someone like you should be watching that alone.”

You pushed past him, fingers at your side lingering at his waist as you walked up to the counter to rent out. The girl—Robin, her name tag read—moved to help you, only to get knocked out of the way by Steve, his hurried attempt to make it around. Squinting your eyes at him, you shook your head, humour finding you as you realized his attempts wouldn’t stop.

“Watch it, shithead,” she grumbled, bumping him with her shoulder as she replaced him on the floor.

“Good thing I’m not watching it alone,” you smiled up at him, placing an ID on the counter for him to run your information. He said your name out loud, eyebrows wiggling at the mention of it. Rolling your eyes, you continued. “I’ve got a date with Billy Hargrove.”

Your thumb pointed outside, a blue Camaro parked outside the store that he noticed for the first time. Its loud engine could be heard from inside the store, rumbling so deeply you could feel it if you stopped long enough. His face fell, fingers faltering at the computer as he looked over at you.

“Billy? Seriously?”

You giggled, leaning across the counter as you decided to play into the game he was attempting—yet failing so miserably at. You smirked as his eyes dipped at your chest, noticing the way your low scooped top exposed more than it should’ve of. He tried to cover it up, clearing his throat as he made his return to the computer.

“Oh shit, did you have a date with him too?”

The look he gave you was incredulous, eyes deadpan as they cut to you.

“I’m just saying… not the best option,” he pointed to the tape in front of you, “to watch on a date with Hawkin’s worst option.”

You leaned even further, voice dropping lower. “Yeah, I don’t think the plan is to exactly… watch the movie.”

His face flushed as he turned to look at you, sliding the ID back over to you. Your eyes were hungry as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, audible gulp filling the room. This was your favorite part about being the town’s “most eligible bachelorette”, watching people crumble around you even when you did nothing.

“Well, what are you doing after?” He leaned into your space, face closer to yours as he tried mustering up the confidence he once had. “Bet I could show you a better time than that Hargrove guy.”

A small tapping sound filled the tense air as your fingers moved across the counter, imitating a walking motion with your index and middle. You trailed them up to Steve, ‘walking’ them up his body until you met the junction of his jaw, hand reaching out to lightly rub him on the cheek.

Your fingers traced the light dusting of stubble, feeling the prick of the hairs underneath your fingertips. His eyes were focused on you as you touched him, eyes low with a glimmer behind them.

“Is that so, Steve Harrington?” You pouted at him, his eyes clouding over as your hand ran across his cheek to trial to his hair. The sound of his name on your lips had him gaping, teeth running across the expanse of his bottom lip. Giving his hair a light tug, he leaned into it, mouth dropping as you removed it, placing it back onto the counter.

You leaned in closer to his face, inches away from his mouth as he subconsciously moved closer to you as well. From the close proximity, you could feel his breath on your lips, the scent of spearmint hitting you. His eyes remained low, fixated on your mouth.

Right as he leaned in to close the distance, you moved away. “Maybe next week I could pencil you in, I’ve got another date at 10. Busy gal.”

You gave him the fakest smile you could manage, grabbing the tape before turning on your heel. Making your way to the door, you turned around once more, noticing the way his eyes were glued to your hips.

“I’ll be back Friday,” you said, his eyes shooting up to yours. He seemed stuck in a trance, mouth parted into an ‘o’ as he stared at you, deep red flushed across his cheeks and bridge of his nose. That Robin girl stood in the distance, her own look of shock present on her face as she apparently had been watching the entire interaction. “You know, return policy and all.”

You spun around, swinging the door open as you exited. Robin’s voice was the last you heard in the store, ‘The Scoops legacy continues.’ Billy’s car revved at you, engine blaring through as you swung your body inside.

“Took long enough, sweetheart?” His sunglasses were low on his nose as he looked over them at you. You fought the eye roll you wanted to give him, the smacks he gave to his gum overwhelming you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, coy smile on your lips as you reached a hand to place on his thigh. His foot hit the gas again, revving the vehicle as you trailed your fingers over his groin. “Don’t we have somewhere to be?”

The speed in which he pulled out of the parking lot was nearly comical, your head slamming back into the head rear as tires screeched on black asphalt. Thoughts of the Harrington boy filled your mind as your plans with Billy became closer to reality, he wasn’t supposed to be in there—wasn’t supposed to be clouding your judgement especially when your entire MO was not to let anything linger.

The doorbell rang as you were in the middle of throwing a shirt on over your exposed chest, the final bit of credits rolling from the horror movie you picked out. Irritation pricked at the back of your neck, figuring it was Billy, returning due to forgetting something or to finish the job.

Marching over to the front door, you prepared to yell at the blond. You had kicked him out of your place, frustrated as he had a few too many to get it up. He had been pushing at you for weeks, practically begging to get a date with you, and the second he got one, it ended like this. It was disappointing to say the least, yet what was to be expected every now and then from the pick of Hawkins.

Throwing the door open, you hissed, “What do you want, Bill—oh.”

A pleasant surprise. It was Steve, red flowers in one hand and a VHS tape in the other. He looked nervous yet hopeful, tight blue jeans and a crisp polo, covered by a black jacket. Tilting your head, you looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to be at your doorstep. Let alone, not knowing how he even got your address in the first place.

“So, this is the right place,” he beamed, stepping through the front door as you moved to the side, too shocked to even question it.

You closed the front door, following him into the living room as he turned to give you the flowers. You accepted them, looking down at them in shock as he became suddenly nervous, teeth returning to his bottom lip to chew.

Your mouth sputtered briefly, “What is—how did you—Steve, what are you doing here?”

He clasped his hands in front of himself, teetering on his feet as he nervously gazed at you. You felt slightly exposed, a foreign feeling, as you stood there in a plain white t-shirt and pajama bottoms. You crossed your hands at your chest, pushing down the feeling as he stood in front of you. Straightening your posture, your eyebrow arched at him, throat clearing away the thought of him looking so good in front of you.

“Well, you said you were hanging out with Billy to watch, y’know—“ his thumb pointed to the TV, his mouth quirking at the corners awkwardly, “and that’s only like an hour, 30. Then, you said you had a date at 10, leaving you a few hours to, uhh, hang or… something. Busy gal, ya know?”

The repeated words from earlier had you blushing this time, a smile crossing your face as he made himself comfortable. You tried to immediately get rid of it, a step out of character from your usual when it came to boys. His face flushed as he held up the tape he was holding: Fast Times at Ridgemont High. You stared at it and him, eyes jumping back and forth.

“Fast Times. Short runtime. Perfect duo, if you ask me,” he smiled, hair falling into his face as he stepped a bit closer to you. You laughed at him, feeling too shocked to even argue with him.

You led him into the living room, taking the tape into his hands before setting it up in the player. He fell onto the couch with a sigh, leg shaking nervously as he looked around the living room. You made your way over to him, sitting next to him as he looked at you, smile wider than ever.

“How did you know where I lived?” The TV was loud as it started, the two of you jumping at it. The two of you laughed as you realized you had ended up a bit closer to him, hand resting on his thigh. Removing it, you settled back into the couch, clearing your throat as you tried to remain cool. You didn’t like this, how Steve made you nervous despite not doing anything. That was supposed to be your role, he was supposed to be the one falling to your feet.

“What do you think we need your ID for over at the store?”

Shaking your head, you took a good look at him, noticing the way the man had moles dotted around his face, marking him in perfect places. In this moment, you did recognize who he was, him being a year below you when you used to run Hawkins High. He had stepped up to bat by the time you hit your junior year, rumors of him running rampant around the school. Based on this version of him that stood in front of you, you couldn’t tell what had happened to him—where his confidence and irresistible charm had gone.

“You’re so—“

“Smart?” He finished for you, blushing. “Nah, I can’t take credit for that. It’s all Robin, she’s, like, my wing-woman at this point.”

As the movie started, he began to relax, settling into the couch, and his palms rubbed the cloth over his knees, legs parted. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, yet body turned to him, engaged in conversation that allowed you to get to know the man in front of you. The movie was a blur in the background, the two of you facing each other, inches away with hands just shy of touching each other.

The landline rang, pulling you out of the conversation, Steve’s gaze lingering on you for a second too long as you contemplated picking it up.

“You’re not going to get that?” The drop in his voice had you distracted, mind wanting to hear just how low it could get.

“Uhhh… I’m just going to let it go,” you answered, leaning into him. The phone went silent, his eyes briefly darting to it before returning to you. You were much closer to him now, your tongue licking at the corner of your mouth. “Can I try something, Steve?”

“Uh huh,” he whispered, hand shooting up to place on your cheek as you leaned in. Your lips met, two pairs of eyes fluttering shut. He was soft, lips fitting snug into the shape of yours, tongue warm as it found its way into your mouth.

“You’re gonna get it now?” He muttered against your lips with a slight smile, pressing soft kisses to you. You hadn’t even noticed the phone was ringing again, too caught up in the way his fingers felt in your hair, the other planted softly at the base of your neck.

“I guess I should,” you didn’t even open your eyes, continuing the kiss as you began to straddle him, pressing him into the plush couch cushion. The phone went silent once more, only to be ringing again, in what seemed like a more urgent matter if that was even possible.

“For fuck’s sake,” you exclaimed, pushing off of him as you stormed over to it. “Who is it?”

Steve’s face was flushed, his hands adjusting his hair and pulling at the rumbled front of his shirt. He sat up slowly, pressing the back of his hand to his cheeks to cool them as he began to notice how flustered he had become. You trailed your eyes over him from across the room, hunger in your eyes.

“Oh, Billy—hey.”

The name had Steve stiffening, his face dropping as you continued the phone call. He directed his attention to the television once more, pretending to tune out the conversation, yet you knew he was listening.

Billy’s words in your ear were droning on, a blabber of speech that sounded strikingly similar to the parents in the Peanuts cartoons. You fought the eye roll, even if he couldn’t see it, you had to save face in front of Steve.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, babe…” You spoke to him, putting up your best good girl voice that normally works in this situation. Steve’s head ticked slightly in your direction, eyes squinting barely. “Of course, we can try again. Anytime.”

Steve stood up, hands dusting over his jean pockets as he dug his foot into the carpet. He seemed as if he didn’t know what to do with himself, hands moving from in his pockets to outside to crossed at his chest to finally rest at his hips. He cleared his throat, you pulled the phone away from your ear to listen for his next words.

“Hey, uhh, I think I’m going to get going,” he muttered, face flushed as he pointed his thumb towards the front door. As he went to go turn, you hung up on Billy, ignoring his shout of protest as it hit the hook.

“Wait! You’re leaving?” You asked, rushing over to him as his back was turned to you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, fingers urging him to sit down before you returned to your previous position, knees caging in his hips, your bum pressed firm into his lap. His fingers came to rest at your fingers, spread wide over the expanse of skin, slightly pushing up your pajama top.

“I… you seemed busy,” he sounded distracted as you began to press kisses to his neck. His head hit the back cushion, hips rutting up into yours before he could even think of it. You ground down on him, a roll of your hips pulling a guttural moan from him.

“Can’t we have some fun first, Steve?”

His eyes fluttered shut at your hips worked magic over his, the bulge in his jeans growing by the second as your fingers explored his chest, finally feeling the firm press of muscle beneath them. Meeting his lips again, you pushed the kiss further, licking into his mouth with a fervor behind it.

He placed a hand in your hair, pulling you into him as your chest pressed against him, pants escaping your mouths.

“It’s okay, Steve,” You whispered against his mouth, arching up into him. He was beyond hard in this moment, grinding up into you as you worked him, movements slow, yet calculated over him. “I’m yours for tonight.”

He nodded into the kiss, pulling his hand towards the front of your sleep shorts, fingers dipping below the waist band to brush over your pubic bone. You gasped at the feeling, head pulling away from him to look down at his hand disappearing behind your shorts. His fingers brushed over you, slight pressure applied to your clothed clit.

You arched into the touch, your own hand coming to rub at the front of his pants, brushing over his bulge pressing at the front. The two of you became breathless, heavy pants filling the room as you rubbed at each other. His fingers moved in circles over you, the material of your panties separating the skin-on-skin contact dampening with each movement.

“You know, I’ve—“ his voice was strained, caught in his throat as he spoke, eyes low as he looked up at you on top of him. “I’ve always had a crush on y—“

You kissed him again, swallowing his words as the confession left your mouth. Your heart began to pound in your chest, arousal briefly leaving at the words. That was something you didn’t do, no, definitely not. He wasn’t going to sit here, look pretty as he fell apart, and confess his true feelings for you.

His breath hitched even further as you slipped your hand into the waistband of his jeans, gripping him through the thin material of his boxers. Fuck, of course, he’s huge, you thought to yourself. His looks, of course, weren’t enough for him.

The grasp on him had him mewling, hips coming up off the couch as you felt around, giving him light tugs. He tried keeping up the movements with his own fingers on you, failing as he fell apart under your touch. With a low moan, his hips stilling as he came, eyes squeezed shut with his chest heaving rapidly.

“Fuck,” he muttered, tongue darting out to dampen his red, kiss-swollen lips. You kissed its traces, giggling at him as he opened his eyes to meet you. You were tempted to sit there for a moment, get lost in the deep amber of his eyes, find yourself a home there. That wasn’t your MO, you couldn’t bring yourself to do that.

You pulled yourself from him, clambering off of him as you adjusted the front of your clothing. Glancing back at the tape forgotten on the tv, the credits began to roll, the distorted flashing of the Ridgemont Mall showing on screen.

“Hey, you didn’t even—“

You cut him off, smiling as you began to walk towards the tape, turning it off as you spoke, “You better get going.”

You handed him the tape, tucked into its sleeve as he sat on the couch, shirt ruffled up, pants loose at the waist, dark patch wet at the front. He glanced down at himself, embarrassment flooding his cheeks at the state he was in.

“What about…” He didn’t finish his words, shaking his head as he stood up off the couch. You sat in silence with one another as he fixed himself, his hands running through tendrils that lay across his forehead.

Walking him to the front door, you chewed at your bottom lip, feet shuffling under you as he stood in the door frame. You avoided eye contact, hand clasped on the door as he stood there, searching for something to say. You felt if you looked at him, you would cave, would give in to feelings that you knew would be bad for you.

“Could I, at least, see you again?”

The sound of his voice had you looking at him, heart beating faster as he looked so sincere with the porch light casting a halo around him. He looked unraveled, yet in the best way, cheeks still coloured red from his high.

You went to shake your head, wanted to explain your thing when it came to situations like this, yet you found yourself pausing in the movement. His confession earlier stung at you, eating away at a part of you that was surprising to even be there in the first place. Reluctantly, you nodded, ignoring the beam he gave you immediately.

“Friday,” you supplied, knuckles lightening in color as you gripped the wood. As he opened his mouth to speak, you covered it quickly, “Return policy and all.”

The joy was gone from him, smile falling just as quickly as he gave it to you. If there was any time for you to feel like a villain, it was now—this opportunity feeling like taking candy from a child. Only it was worse. Yet he had to know this was just how you operated, his own rumors that once circled the town not straying far from your own. Turning on his heel, his head was low as he made his way down your walkway.

Slowly, you shut the door behind him, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned to rest your forehead against it. The feeling of guilt in your chest was inexcusable, the length of time you had even known this boy too short to make up for it. His confession earlier lingered in your brain, wondering what might have happened if you urged him on, pressing details of his crush.

You fought the thoughts for the rest of the night, ignoring them as you were pressed into the back seat of another boy’s car at Lover’s Lake. Had to focus on the feeling of the stranger’s hands on you, the feeling of him inside of you as windows became steamier, clothes were shed. Notches on your belt were what they seemed, nothing too much to think about as you ignored the gnawing in your chest.

Friday came and went, Robin standing behind the counter as you pressed the tape over the counter into her hands. The boy that remained on your mind was nowhere to be seen, missing from the floor as your eyes searched the heads appearing in between aisles of films. And if when you asked about his whereabouts and Robin gave you an answer alluding to him coming down with something, you definitely did not fight the feeling to be upset, figuring it was just as much nothing to him as it was to you. You didn’t call Billy back that night, didn’t pretend it was Steve instead who was kissing you, arching you down in a way you would’ve loved to be with him with.

Next Part.

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[dollfacefantasy]

Would you ever write a prequel to Sharing is Caring? Like when Leon says to Chris, “Trust me, she’ll be into it. I can’t even tell you how wet she gets just from talking about shit like this,” or when he’s just talking to reader about how wet she gets when thinking about someone else watching her with Leon, would you ever write a small drabble or something based on that scenario that obviously took place before the threesome with Chris? I hope you understand what I mean! 😭

yeah bb i got you <3

leon kennedy x fem!reader

prequel to this fic

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, guided masturbation, daddy kink, mentions of spanking, exhibitionism, threesome w/ chris, p in v, blowjobs, and cum

so when i wrote that part, i was thinking it happened on multiple occasions between reader and leon. this is how i believe one of those times would go *dream harp music and dissolve transition*

Today had been a lazy day for you and Leon since the two of you woke up that morning. The bedroom was dim from the overcast sky outside, and music played softly in the background as you and your boyfriend cuddled in bed and talked about nothing. It was your personal heaven on earth. The prettiest slice of paradise you could imagine.

You laughed at his corny jokes while he entertained random questions you’d asked him. Eventually the conversation reached a lull, and in the brief pause, you remembered something you’d been meaning to ask him.

“We’re still going to that work dinner for you on Friday, right?” you ask, glancing over at him.

“Mhm,” he responds, “Why?”

“Gotta get my nails done,” you answer.

He can’t help smiling at that. The effort you put in for him was adorable.

“Yeah? What color you gonna do this time?” he asks.

“Red.”

“Why red?” he says, reaching over to stroke your cheek.

“Cause aren’t guys supposed to like red the most?” you say as if it’s the most obvious fact in the world.

“You know I like what you like, baby,” he chuckles and leans in to kiss your neck.

“Yeah, but it’s a dinner full of guys. I gotta impress them for you. Can’t have your work people thinking your girlfriend is less than the best,” you say.

He exhales sharply at your attitude, finding it funny. 

“So you’re painting your nails for other men?” he teases, “Be careful or I might get jealous.”

A smile rises to your lips, and you squirm a little from the way he’s kissing your neck. In truth, Leon loved showing you off. It drove him up the wall when guys’ stares would linger on your cleavage or cast down to your backside. They could look all they wanted, but you were all his. And you knew he felt that way, which is why it drove you a special type of crazy when he’d play with you like this.

“No, I'm painting them for you. So your work guys will be impressed and jealous of you,” you say.

“Ahh, I see,” he says, feigning realization, “You want them all to see that you’re such a good girl, right?”

His voice drops and it hits you straight between your legs. You fidget a little, masking your desire with a laugh. Nodding playfully, you act as if it’s a joke rather than your honest motivation.

“That’s why I gotta wear a pretty dress too,” you tease back.

“I see. It better not show off too much though, else I might have to take you over my knee right then and there. They rent out a private dining room, y’know. I could do it. Show them all how I keep my good girl in line,” he whispers.

He nips at your throat, and now you’re officially turned on. The heat in your cheeks and neck migrate south to fester between your hips. Your thighs rub against one another in a pathetic attempt to sate yourself for the time being. He notices of course, and that only means he’s not stopping any time soon.

“Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he breathes, “You’d like getting to whine and pout while everyone watches you get put in your place, hm?”

Tingles spread throughout your chest through your tummy. His hand slips beneath your shirt and rubs up and down your side. The painfully slow pace of his palm brings chills over you.

“Answer me,” he whispers.

“Yeah, I’d like it,” you say. Your voice was short and quiet as it often was in moments like these.

He chuckles and moves his hand up to your breast. Your nipples had stiffened into little peaks against the cloth of your top. He pinches one as he licks a stripe up your neck.

Shuddering, you whine for him, “Leon.”

“If you said that in front of them, that’d earn you a couple more smacks. What are you supposed to call me?” he prompts.

“Daddy…” you correct yourself with a whimper.

“That’s my girl,” he croons.

His hand continues to fondle your breast for a few moments more before his hand leaves your chest and grabs your jaw. He tilts your head in his direction, so you have to look in his eyes.

“That’s what you’d cry out in front of all of daddy’s friends. That’d really show ‘em you’re a good girl. It’d show ‘em more than any dress or color on your nails,” he says before connecting his lips with yours.

He kisses you deeply, slipping some tongue into your mouth and holding the back of your head to keep you close. His movements lead yours, luring you further into the lustful exchange with him. When he pulls back, you’re breathless with puffy, wet lips. His eyes have clouded with the desire to toy with you.

Now his hand slides down to your panties. The pretty garment had already started to dampen and cling to your cunt. He pets you over the barrier, teasing you with the anticipation of what’s to come.

“You’d be perfect, spread across my lap, ass out in these cute little things. Which pair would you wear?” he teases, nuzzling you as his fingers start to increase the pressure.

“The ones you bought me for my birthday,” you answer.

“Good choice,” he grins, “You’d look so precious in those, even more with your skirt bunched up over the top of them.”

You squirm a bit, wanting more from him, but he keeps up the same light caresses to your center.

“I know you’d love it, babydoll. I can just see it,” he whispers, “You’d love being the center of attention, having all those eyes on you. You know they’d all talk about you too. They’d talk like you weren’t even there. They’d talk about how pretty and cute you are, how sweet you look while taking your spanking, how much they want a girl like you all to themselves.”

All you can respond with is a soft whine. Your heels slide against the mattress as you fight to maintain some sliver of composure. And he continues running his mouth.

“They’d all get so hard for you, princess. Especially Chris. He’s gonna be there on Friday. He’s got a little crush on you,” he teases.

That snaps you out of your lustful daze. You’d met Chris a few times before this. He was nice enough. The two of you didn’t really have anything in common except Leon.

“He does not,” you say softly, rolling your eyes.

His eyebrows raise with amusement. “Does too,” he insists.

“He does not. You just want someone to tease me with,” you say before his mouth is back on yours, silencing your words with a kiss.

“Trust me, baby. He does. Bet he strokes it to you every night,” he murmurs against your lips.

You don’t want to admit the spark of heat that strikes in your belly at the thought of that. You’d be lying if you told Leon you didn’t find Chris attractive. He fits right in with your type. He was older, big and muscular, and condescendingly affectionate. All you can muster in response is a muffled “no he doesn’t.”

“Mhm, I can tell by the way he looks about you. And he’s always asking about you too. He’s got a thing for you, sweetheart. Wishes he could be your daddy instead of me,” he says. His voice comes out husky from the close proximity to you.

A little moan slips from your lips just as his hand slides into your panties to play with your clit. The pad of his middle finger finds it with ease. With the amount of times he’s made you cum, he’s sure he could find it while he’s sleeping. He presses down on the swollen bud and swirls his digit lightly.

“I know he’d love to see you get spanked like a little brat. But his favorite part would be the ending. The part where all those smacks have knocked some sense into you and you’re back to being a good girl. I think he’d jizz his pants if he saw your puppy eyes while you begged me to stop,” he whispers.

More arousal drips from you as you picture the scene your boyfriend is setting. You still weren’t fully convinced Chris was into you, but fuck, it was hot to imagine he was. Your mind conjures visions of his eyes locked on you. In your fantasy, he’s flushed, lip between his teeth as he wishes he could have a turn. He palms himself over his pants lazily, not putting in enough effort to distract him from the sight before his eyes. Your voice would be begging for Leon to stop, but your eyes would be begging for him.

Leon can see how into the idea you are so he continues. Simultaneously, his finger down below increases its pace on your bundle of nerves.

“You like thinking about that?” he coos mockingly, “But that’d be kind of cruel, wouldn’t it? Dangling you in front of him like that. Maybe I’d have to give the poor guy a break, let Chris come along with us after all the others had gone their own way. Let him see just how good you are for your daddy in private.”

Your eyes are starting to gloss with desire as he draws you further into this dream.

“Would you like that, honey? Letting Chris see this beautiful body, letting him see how well you can behave when you want to. If you were really really good, maybe I’d even let him play with you too,” he purrs.

Internally, your heart jolts. You had never brought up your interest in threesomes to Leon. He knew you had a bit of an affinity for being watched, but the potential conversation about being shared scared you. It was something that turned you on like damn near nothing else, but in reality, you weren’t certain of it. Plus, if he wasn’t into it, it’d be something you could never come back from.

The relief you felt from him bringing it up on his own was immeasurable.

You nod to answer his question.

“Use your words, babydoll,” he says.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praises. 

His hand slides down to cup your pussy before he pushes two fingers into your cunt. You whine at the intrusion, but your hole was used to the sensation. He had your breath hitching and your eyes fluttering within a couple of pumps.

“You could sit in my lap while he fucked you. I’d hold you the whole time like the sweet thing you are while he stretched you out,” he says, “Or we could take turns with you, one after the other, fucking you till you were seeing stars.”

You nod again and arch your back slightly. “Please daddy. Want that,” you whimper.

“I know you do, sweet girl. I wouldn’t want you getting overwhelmed though. Your mind has less stamina than that pretty pussy does,” he teases.

Your lip juts out into a pout at his taunt, but it’s quickly wiped away by a mewl that erupts from you when he curls his fingers inside you.

“I think it might be better to let Chris fuck you and get you all warmed up for me. Then I could take over, and you could suck him off. I’d make that cute cunt cry on my cock for a while, and you could get a taste of him. I know you love having something in your mouth.”

“Yeah daddy,” you whine. 

He rubs his palm against your clit as his fingers fly back and forth, working you closer towards the edge. In the same rhythm he was grinding his bulge on your hip. He was rock hard beneath his boxers. The hypothetical situation was clearly getting to him just as much as it was getting to you.

“I’d be the one fucking your pussy full of cum just like you needed. And if you’d shown Chris what a perfect angel you are, I’d let you choose if he came in your mouth or all over your gorgeous face,” he says.

His eyes close as he rolls his hips with a little more force. He throbs in his boxers. Your head tilts back, allowing him to kiss your neck a few times before speaking again.

“I know you’d probably pick swallow, but I think all of us would love to see your face painted with his cum. Maybe let him pretend for a second that you belong to him,” he grunts.

“I’d pick on my face cause I know you’d wanna see it,” you whimper. And it was true. The most pleasurable thing in the world was Leon’s approval. It brought you more satisfaction than any orgasm or cum shot ever could.

“Such a good girl,” he moans, “That’s my baby. Another guy’s cum on your face, but all you can think to do is please your daddy.”

Both of you hit your highs almost in time with each other. You’re a little quicker than Leon which is fortunate since he loses precision when he cums. You feel like you burn into a blaze of euphoria when it hits, your body rapidly heating up. It’s like you’re light as a feather and floating through a blissful abyss of comfort. He cums in a more intense burst. His hips buck against the plush flesh of your hip. He locks his free hand on you to keep you close so he can thrust against your warmth till he’s empty.

The two of you lay there for a few moments after, taking a second to calm down. You feel like you could fall asleep at any second. You barely register Leon stumbling out of bed to clean himself up and change. He hits the fan on the way back to bed,which you’re grateful for.

As soon as he’s back in bed, you roll over and drape your limbs across him. He nuzzles the side of your head with a few kisses.

“You need a nap now, baby?” he asks softly.

“Mhm,” you mumble back.

“Close your eyes for me then, pretty girl. Get some rest,” he says before smirking and whispering in your ear, “Just promise me you’re not gonna dream about Chris now.”

You whine and lightly jab your knee against his ribs.

“Shut up, Leon.”

[goldsnek]

So, I saw the question about tips for aspiring comic artists and it actually reminded me that I am curious about the topic as well😅

I like to write stories and I like to draw so it seemed logically for me to try my hand at comics as well but I'm struggling extremely with the layout.

It's seems very daunting when you sit in front of the empty page and you have to consider how to arrange the panels.

I'm the kind of artist that sometimes does big changes to almost finished works, so the idea of having to make a final decision before I even start with the actual drawing process, is kind of terrifying for me.

Long story short, how do you put your drawings into panels?

Do you really have to make a final panel layout at the beginning, the way I've been attempting to, or are there other possibilities I simply haven't thought of?

Last but not least, I want you to know that I absolutely love your comic, both because of your spectacular art and the amazing story! ❤️

Hello! Okay this is going to be long but I'll try my best to explain and be concise (and truly sorry for the english!) So, the first rule you need to have in mind is that you don't imagine the scene PER PAGE but PER SEQUENCE. What I mean is, you don't have to imagine a comic (like ''what I'm putting in this page'') but you have to imagine it as a video in your head, like you're directing a movie ( movies and comics are a lot more similar than we think as a media) For example, try to imagine someone waking up and going to open their window, that's a full sequence. it can be done in various ways, depending on what your character is doing and what's the ''mood'' of the scene. Remember always that your character emotions sets the mood for the entire scene. A thing that helps me a lot is ( like I said XD) watching movies, I focus on the mini sequences, a kiss scene, a fight, I pause the movie and rewatch that scenes various times, trying to understand the mood of the scene and how is shot. A sequence can even take 3 or 4 pages or even 10, it depends from whats happening, even more if it's a fight! But like I said the number of pages comes later. another importart thing to remember is that your characters needs ''a place to live'' If you make a story and never show a single panel with a background, the story is gonna lack something 100%; and I know... backgrounds are hard (I hate them) but you need at least 1 panel where you show the places your characters are living in. That is called establishing shot and it needs to be used when your character are moving to other locations. (or if you're talking about other characters in your comic and they are somewhere else) I'll show u some establishing shots now:

Took 3 different comics (narratively and stylistic speaking) Bone, Batman and TinTin to show you that even if the setting of the panels is extremely different, they still all have an establishing shot. Now, of course you don't have to put this in EVERY page, but like I said at least at the start of your comic, or when the characters are moving somewhere else, it's very important to show that. Also remember that the biggest panel you need to have in your sequence is the one where the most important action is happening. For example, if two people are fighting and someone gets slapped, that's the most impactful scene, so that's the scene that will need the biggest panel on your sequence, because it's the most important. Another rule is to make the camera breathe. Let me explain this properly, you, as a comic artist, are like a movie director with a camera. You need to turn the camera in various ways, up and down left and right, but always remember this : Never make a page of faces only. example, here are character A and B having a conversation, a page like this is extremely wrong, because the camera is basically attached to the character face and the viewer/reader is going to feel like they're suffocating in the room with the story characters :

You as an artist have the power to zoom the camera in and out, showing extremely tiny details or making a big panel that shows how Idk... beautiful or eerie or mysterious the background is. The biggest advice I can give you is to read a lot of comics, try to find series you love and study them, see how they make the panels, how the sequence are shown etc. The last rule (there are a lot more so if you have more specific questions just ask) I can give you and this is about your question in specific is that: Yes. Unfortunately you have to make the structure first and that has to be your final decision, if you make a 10 pages comic for example and you decide you don't like some stuff anymore and decide to change all the pages, you're just gonna end up in a endless cycle of always fixing and fixing and never be satisfied. Remeber this: The sketches and layout of the pages are the MOST important thing in a comic. The coloring, lineart, etc... it's just decoration. So hang on and start making layouts, and focus only on those for a period of time and then when you're 100% satisfied with the structure, you go and start adding the ''decorations'' Hope this helps! I'm not very good at explaining , especially in another language, but I tried my best XD

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Long Ride p.1

A/n: I had this idea a few days ago and just really wanted to write it for other people who might enjoy it, full disclosure I wrote part of this in a room full of people and was panicking during that so there's a part I feel is significantly lower quality than the rest lmao I hope you enjoy is nonetheless and if you have any requests let me know and I'll be happy to write for it :3

Warnings: Smut, car sex, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, age gap, I think that's it but if you catch anything I missed please let me know :3

Link to part 2

The streets of L.A. where you lived with your boyfriend, Slash, were always so lively. Every turn led to a new version of the city and it amazed you everyday. Except for today.

You stared out the window as all the streets passed you by and it wasn’t the same. You weren’t passing through all the fun party spots, you weren’t heading to some neat studio. All honesty you had no idea where Slash was taking you, all you knew was that the buildings were all boring and bland and it was driving you nuts.

Slash had the radio on low, playing some oldies songs and you enjoyed the music. It bled into the background so you could at least distract yourself with your thoughts.

Letting your mind run while you sat there with nothing much better to do was great until your mind began wandering in... other directions.

Soon your thoughts trailed away from what the rest of your day was going to look to what Slash’s fingers would feel like inside of you. You knew the answer, of course, but the idea was more than intriguing right now.

You reached for Slash’s hand. Thinking you just wanted to hold his hand he happily accepted the touch and held your hand right back, giving it a small squeeze. You smiled at his hand, long, thick fingers entangled between your own, slimmer ones. His big rings causing an uncomfortable heat to form between your legs.

You bit your lip and pulled his hand to your thigh. Slash quickly glanced at you but then kept his attention on the road. “What are you doing?” He asked in that sweet soft and raspy voice of his.

“Nothing.” You answered as you began sliding your shorts down. Slash looked at you again and gave a quick slap to your hand when he saw what you were doing.

“I have to get to a meeting, what are you doing?” You bit your lip again at his stern tone.

“Come on, it’ll be fine.” You groaned, rolling your eyes at him. “I’ll do all the work, I just need your hand.” You told him and pulled your shorts further down your thighs. Slash shook his head at you but didn’t protest any further. He took the rings off his fingers and dropped them into the cup holder so they wouldn’t get in the way for you.

Once you got your shorts off along with your underwear you took his hand and brought it to your clit, waiting for him to circle it like he normally would. Only he didn’t. His hand lay there limply in yours. You looked up at him with a pout, to which he responded by shaking his head again. “You wanted to be a big girl and do it yourself, so do it yourself.” He said with a shit eating grin that told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You scoffed at him, but he was right. You said you’d do it yourself and you would do it yourself. Using his hand.

Slowly you pushed one of his fingers into you, you were already soaked so it wasn’t hard. Unlike Slash who had a very visible tent in his jeans.

Slash stuck to his words and wasn’t moving his hand at all, not even curling his fingers. Nothing. So it was up to you to roll your hips to get some friction going.

You ground against his hand, pumping just the one finger in and out of your hole until you were ready for another, the familiar stretch drawing a whine from you. Slash kept driving as if nothing was happening. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as you fucked yourself on his hand, loud moans ripping from your throat, mostly in an attempt to get him to do something.

While you were riding his hand you were touching yourself, trying to mimic the way Slash always does when you’re watching movies. Lazily but with a sense of urgency, teasing you then giving you exactly what you had been begging for in the most intense degree. I didn’t matter, it was the same. Even so, you were still getting close with whatever it was you were doing right.

The familiar knot built back up in your gut, your eyes crossed as it was about to burst. You had the seat pushed back, your legs were parted as far as you could get them in the seat without bothering Slash as he drove along his way.

You clenched around Slash and your back arched but before you actually hit your release he pulled his hand away, taking any pleasure you’d derived from it as well. You whined loudly and sat up, looking at Slash with a pout and teary eyes. “Why would you do that?” You asked, still playing with your clit in a desperate attempt to feel something again.

“I don’t need you making a mess in my car.” He stated bluntly. You glanced around again at all the boring buildings and landscapes as you drove past them. You whined and tried to get yourself off on your own hands, rubbing your clit, pumping your fingers in and out of your hole. You couldn’t help but cry, it wasn’t the same without him. No matter what you did, if you curled your fingers, if you went faster, it didn’t matter. That knot was no longer there, not waiting to burst.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, soft sobs left you as you desperately attempted to get yourself over the edge that just seemed to be moving further and further away.

Slash pulled into a parking lot. There were no other cars in the small space, the building attached to the lot was very obviously abandoned with broken windows and it was covered in art. You watched Slash get out of the car and come around to your side. He opened the door and stared down at you. “Get out.” He ordered.

“What? Why?” You asked, your voice weak and shaky still. Slash let out a heavy sigh before reaching over you and unbuckling your seatbelt. You quickly pulled your shorts back up but you didn’t have time to do them up as Slash pulled you out of the car. He wrapped an arm around your waist and walked with you towards the abandoned building.

You kept looking around as you went, looking for anyone around or any sign of what he was doing. Just something, anything. Slash led you to the alley between the abandoned building and whatever the other place was beside it. It was gross and stank from the industrial garbage bin shoved in there.

Slash shoved you against one of the brick walls, a place where you were mostly hidden by the garbage. He got your shorts off again then pulled himself out of his jeans.

He pushed between your thighs, using your slick as lube. “Happy now?” He asked, his voice harsh in your ear. You whined softly and nodded. Slash scoffed and shook his head. “Fucking bitch.” He mumbled as he aligned himself with you before pushing all the way in with one thrust. You let out a moan as he slid in, hitting your sweet spot as he did so. Slash’s hands gripped your hips, you were sure to find bruises later.

Slash didn’t wait for you to adjust and started thrusting in and out of you at a brutal pace. Your jaw was slack as whines and moans left you like a second language. He hit deep inside of you while his fingers went to work on your clit, rubbing aggressive circles over the sensitive nub. He bit and sucked your neck, leaving dark marks leading down to your shoulder.

That familiar knot built up in your gut and finally you felt like you could hit your release. “Fuck, Slash-Slash, ‘m gonna-gonna cum.” You managed to get out. Slash didn’t stop, he didn’t say anything. Your legs buckled and shook underneath you, the only thing keeping your standing were Slash’s arms around you. After teasing and abusing your poor hole Slash let you cum and you squirted all over the brick wall and concrete ground, soaking your shorts and beneath you as well.

Slash pulled out and slapped your ass. “Better now?” He grumbled as he did his pants up. You turned to look at him and leaned back against the wall. Your breathing was heavy, there was a thin layer of sweat coating your body. Your gaze wandered up and down the man before you.

“You-you didn’t finish.” You mumbled, looking at his crotch. Slash nodded and threw his arm over your shoulder again so he could lead you back to the car.

“I have a meeting to get to.” He said, rubbing your arm. “I’ll finish dealing with you afterwards.” He opened the passenger door for you and reached over to buckle you in, slapping your thigh as he pulled away and closed the door.

[fateisfiction]

From these prompts I give you:

Summer Kiss ft. Gaz

Soft vibes, sfw

It's not often you get to take a vacation with Kyle, but they've just finished up a long mission and Price has *promised* not to call anyone in for the next two weeks. As soon as you heard, you took it upon yourself to book a room in Portugal to spend a week with Kyle. Some nice warm weather, white sand beaches, and no plans sounded like just the thing you needed to reconnect with your boyfriend.

Of course, Kyle just can't keep his mouth shut, so you have to keep the whole trip a surprise so that Johnny and Simon wouldn't invite themselves along, injecting themselves into *your* relationship. So when you tell Gaz to pack his bags, he has to play a guessing game for what to pack.

"Do I need a coat?"

"Maybe."

"What about boots?"

"You'll bring them whether I say yes or no."

"Can you just tell me if it will be warm or cold?"

"Nope."

You don't even look up from the magazine you're reading, an issue of National Geographic with a story about Antarctica featured right on the cover. Kyle hopes that's not a hint, but he packs his heavy winter coat, just in case.

When you finally leave for the train station, Kyle has 3 full bags, prepared for any situation, and all you have is a little rolling suitcase and your makeup bag. You almost feel bad and tell him to leave what he doesn't need in the trunk of the car, but maybe this will finally teach him to keep his mouth shut. Though, you've been thoroughly entertained listening to Johnny try to figure out where you're taking him away to, making suggestions on what to bring, almost all of them missing the mark.

Just this once, you want to be able to relax with Kyle on the beach and not have to go rappelling down some cliffside to see "the most beautiful waterfall they've ever seen." For once, you want to have your boyfriend to yourself.

When you finally get to the hotel, Kyle practically collapses in the bed, taking you with him. You really couldn't tell him to bring his swim trunks? He thinks the only thing he wasn't prepared for was a beach vacation. That's fine though, you can always run out and grab whatever he forgot to pack.

That evening, the two of you find a little restaurant right on the beach, a candlelit table not far from the sand. Pleasant music fading to the background with the soft crash of waves as you chat, laughing about how you had him convinced that you were dragging him off to Switzerland or Austria, or even the southern hemisphere to get out of the heat.

That evening, the two of you walk along the beach, hand in hand, as he carries both of your sandals. The cool salty water coming up to your ankles as the tide rolls back in.

He can't help but notice how stunning you look in the moonlight. In an attempt to pull you closer for a kiss, he knocks you off balance right as a larger wave crashes ashore sending the two of you tumble into the sand. Laughter fills the air as you lay on top of him, both of you soaked to some extent. He pulls you in for a kiss and the two of you bask in the moment. A perfect getaway. He could almost see himself getting down on one knee, finally slipping the the ring he's been carrying around for months onto your finger. Finally asking you to be his wife.

He supposes that will have to wait. Another wave crashes into you and you rush to get up, running out of the water for drier land, laughing as he stumbles along after you. Yeah. Maybe it was worth keeping this for just the two of you.

COD Masterlist

[kjack89]

The Wikipedia Page

For the Hoeshold <3

E/R, modern AU, developing relationship, all shenanigans.

“Can you fucking believe this?” Enjolras said, incredulous, staring down at his phone.

Combeferre sighed the long-suffering sigh of a man who was about to enter into a conversation he knew he would deeply regret. “For the billionth time,” he said, with the patience of a saint, “when you’re looking at your phone, I can’t see what you’re looking at.”

Enjolras scowled and thrust his phone at Combeferre. “Here,” he said shortly. “Look at this shit.”

Combeferre glanced down at the phone, his brow furrowing. “It’s a Wikipedia page for – oh.”

Enjolras nodded grimly. “Yeah,” he said. “Exactly. Someone made a fucking Wikipedia page for me.”

“Of you, more like,” Combeferre murmured, scanning the page with an almost academic interest. “And not a very good one. Some facts are wrong.”

Enjolras’s scowl deepened and he yanked his phone back. “So now they’re just making up lies about me?” he seethed as he scanned the article. His own brow furrowed and he glanced up at Combeferre. “I don’t see anything inaccurate here.”

Combeferre frowned and took Enjolras’s phone back. “Well, for starters, it says you’ve been brought up on charges of domestic terrorism—“

“Which is true,” Enjolras interjected.

“You’ve been accused of domestic terrorism, but never indicted,” Combeferre corrected. “Thankfully for everyone involved, there’s a bit of a difference.”

Enjolras smirked. “You and the US Attorney’s office would probably disagree on that.”

“Secondly,” Combeferre continued, the long-suffering tone of regret back in his voice, “it says that you graduated from Harvard in 2016.”

Enjolras suddenly seemed unable to meet Combeferre’s eyes. “Oh,” he said. “Right.”

Combeferre’s eyes narrowed. “And of course,” he said, “you were kicked out of Harvard your senior year.” He paused before adding pointedly, “Right?”

“About that,” Enjolras started, and Combeferre gave him a look.

“You really lied about getting kicked out of Harvard?”

Enjolras’s face was roughly the same color as his usual hoodie. “I mean, I did get in trouble,” he mumbled, “and I wasn’t allowed to attend graduation.”

Combeferre rolled his eyes. “Because that’s even remotely the same thing.”

Enjolras’s flush deepened, and he quickly attempted to change the subject. “At least that narrows it down somewhat as to who created this asinine Wikipedia page,” he said, “since very few people know about Harvard.”

“Pretty sure it doesn’t take a genius to contact the alumni office and put two and two together,” Combeferre said dryly.

“But that would require someone to know my full legal name,” Enjolras countered. “And that list is even smaller.”

“Well, while you obsess over who put this page together, I’m going to be over here reconciling the fact that you’ve been lying to me for the past nine years,” Combeferre muttered.

Enjolras looked shame-faced before he paused, his own eyes narrowing. “Hang on,” he said. “You’ve done background checks on every single one of us, myself included, and this absolutely would’ve shown up.”

“So?”

“So what are you actually mad about, since you’ve known all along?” Enjolras didn’t even wait for Combeferre to answer. “You had a bet going for how long it would be before I came clean.”

He didn’t pitch it as a question, and Combeferre didn’t bother with a denial. “Yeah, and if you’d have held it together for another year, I’d’ve won,” he said sourly. “I took the over on a decade.”

“Do I even want to know how many of you were in on this bet?” Wisely, Combeferre stayed silent and Enjolras groaned and put his head in his hands. “Maybe no one will see it?” he said, a little desperately. “After all, our friends have lives, or at least better things to do than stalk Wikipedia.”

Combeferre made a small noise of dissent. “Has our conversation taught you nothing about underestimating our friends?”

Enjolras just sighed heavily. “Then maybe they’ll go gentle on me.”

“And now I think you’re overestimating our friends.”

— — — — —

By the time of the meeting that night, everyone had seen the Wikipedia page. And seemingly, it was all any of them could talk about.

“Can we all just agree,” Courfeyrac said, with actual tears of mirth running down his face, “that it was a stroke of absolute genius to title a section, ‘Personal Life’ and then leave it as ‘This section is being created, or is in the process of extensive expansion or major restructuring’?”

“Personally, I’m a huge fan of the blind quote they used in the section on his politics,” Bossuet said, grinning.

“Where Enjolras is described as, and I quote, ‘so far left that he’s basically circled back around to authoritarianism’?”

Joly sounded positively gleeful, and Bahorel guffawed loudly. “Isn’t that what that idiot wrote about Enjolras in The Epoch Times?”

“That’s how it made it on the page,” Jehan said helpfully. “There was a news story a few years back about an author who couldn’t get her Wikipedia page updated to reflect her divorce until she stated it in an interview.” Bahorel gave him a look of surprise and Jehan shrugged. “I did some amateur Wikipedia editing back in college.”

Enjolras sighed heavily, staring determinedly at the ceiling. “Can we please,” he said through clenched teeth, “talk about literally anything else?”

Naturally, everyone ignored him. 

“I really feel like we’re overlooking the best part,” Feuilly said. “Which, of course, is the bit where his personality is described as, quote, ‘has many red flags’.”

“The question, of course,” Combeferre interjected for the first time, “is if the page is referring to Enjolras’s collection of physical flags that are red, or his many charming personality traits that many could consider red flags.”

“Traitor,” Enjolras said through clenched teeth.

“I think the real question is whether someone—” Joly didn’t bother with subtlety as he nudged Grantaire while emphasizing the word ‘someone’. “—would consider the amount of red flags to be a red flag.”

Grantaire pretended to consider it. “I can only speak for myself, but I’d call it a beige flag.”

Enjolras ground his teeth together hard enough to make his dentist weep, glaring at Grantaire. “You’ve been awfully quiet until that little quip.” 

Grantaired leaned back in his seat in a somewhat self-satisfied way, raising his beer bottle in a mock toast. “There is such a thing as gilding the lily, and frankly, I’m not sure I could top this.”

“That has literally never stopped you before.”

Grantaire just winked at him, and Enjolras sighed. “Very well,” he said, resignedly, aiming for dignified and falling drastically short. “You all keep having fun at my expense, but if we’re not going to get any work done, I’m going home.”

He gathered his stuff in a huff and marched out with his head held high. At least, that’s what he told himself, though in reality, he probably looked more like a petulant child stomping away from the playground to take his ball and go home.

He had sulked his way about half a block away from the Musain when Grantaire called, “Hey, wait up.”

Enjolras glanced over his shoulder, scowling. “Come to mock me some more?”

“Arguably speaking, we’re all making fun of the Wikipedia page,” Grantaire reasoned as he fell into step next to Enjolras.

Enjolras’s scowl deepened. “Which is clearly making fun of me.”

Grantaire cleared his throat delicately. “If you’d like to count yourself amongst those who take offense to the truth…”

“Asshole,” Enjolras said, but for some reason, his foul mood was lifted, at least slightly.

Grantaire glanced sideways at him. “So, uh, dare I ask why, exactly, a Wikipedia page posting mostly accurate information about you has got a stick so far up your ass you can taste wood?”

Enjolras snorted. “Poetic.”

“I try,” Grantaire said. “But seriously, the reaction does seem a bit over the top. If it was Courf, sure, I’d expect this level of histrionics, but you’re normally a better sport about this sort of thing.”

“That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me,” Enjolras said mildly.

“Probably because I’m lying, you’re a notorious drama queen and frankly, I’m surprised that little detail didn’t make your Wikipedia page,” Grantaire said cheerfully, and Enjolras couldn’t quite stop his bark of surprised laughter. “That being said, clearly something about it is bothering you, and I figured buttering you up might help.”

Enjolras’s smile faded. “Honestly?” he said. “What I’m most upset about is that it’s about me, with barely a footnote about our work.”

“Right,” Grantaire said. He glanced at Enjolras again. “And naturally, that upsets you because…?”

“Because it’s not about me!” Enjolras burst, his frustration spilling over. “Because it’s never been about me. The whole point of quasi-anonymity is that anyone could be me. Anyone could step into this role and try to change the world.”

Grantaire let out a low whistle. “And you called me poetic,” he said. Enjolras didn’t smile and Grantaire nudged him gently with his elbow. “I think you’re forgetting that while you may have been aiming for anonymity, you’re still an incredibly recognizable figure who hasn’t exactly been camera-shy.”

“Sure, my face may be well known, but not my name, and certainly not my face and my name together,” Enjolras said hotly.

Grantaire was quiet for so long that Enjolras had to look over at him to make sure he was still there. Then, Grantaire shook his head. “The rare valid point,” he said, more to himself than Enjolras.

Enjolras just sighed. As much as he had planned on sulking for the rest of the night, he was finding it more and more difficult with each passing step, as if just venting about it had made it slightly better.

Or maybe that was more about who he’d been venting to.

“Anyway,” he said bracingly, “I’ll get over it, I just need to, you know, feel my feelings.”

“And you’re being very brave about it,” Grantaire assured him. 

Enjolras laughed again. “Well, you can head back to the Musain.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare,” Grantaire said solemnly. “You’re in a fragile state of mind. I better make sure you get home safely.”

Even though Enjolras rolled his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile, just slightly. “You’re missing out on some prime comedy.”

Grantaire winked at him. “You forget,” he said smugly, “I’ve got a phone with 5G and an entire walk to do a dramatic reading.”

Enjolras groaned. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to spend the rest of your walk worrying about.”

“Asshole,” Enjolras repeated, but he was laughing.

And besides, he suspected Grantaire wasn’t serious.

— — — — —

Over the next few weeks, things with Enjolras’s Wikipedia page took a turn – for the weird.

Despite Enjolras’s multiple attempts to get the page shut down, it continued on its merry way. And worse, it kept being added to by the same anonymous Wikipedia editor who had created it. But bizarrely, while it had originally been mostly accurate, it was quickly becoming flooded with complete bullshit.

Each new edit brought with it a different fabricated detail about Enjolras, some of which were close to the truth (“Enjolras came out publicly via instagram post in the lead-up to the Obergefell ruling” – Enjolras had come out publicly in the tenth grade via Facebook, or, if he was being truly specific, in 2nd Grade when Kaitlyn H. had tried to kiss him and Enjolras had screamed and hidden in the classroom closet), and some of which were just completely wrong (“He wrestled in high school as a heavyweight, weighing in at 250 pounds” and “Described as shorter than average (5’6”) with shoulder-length brown hair, police have been actively searching for Enjolras and his associates for almost a decade”).

Well, that last bit was true, but not so much the description.

Which, based on Enjolras’s now extensive knowledge of Wikipedia’s editing rules, was how whoever was editing his page was getting away with it: by linking to news sources that were also incorrect. For instance, his instagram post had been falsely called his coming out by The Advocate’s round up of notable activists. The story about wrestling was a hilarious mix-up of a picture of Enjolras from a riot with a caption about a high school wrestler in the local paper. 

And so on and so forth – each edit was painstaking in being both false and, somehow, verifiable. Which would have been brilliant if it hadn’t given away the entire game.

Because a few days later, one final falsehood was posted. 

And there was only one other person in the entire world who knew this one.

“Enjolras’s first brush with the law came in high school, when he was charged as a minor in possession of alcohol, but his father allegedly asked the local authorities to drop the charges,” Enjolras said without preamble, brushing past Grantaire into his apartment.

“Normally I’m really good at keeping up with your trains of thought,” Grantaire said mildly, closing the front door. “But I will need some additional context.”

“My MIP,” Enjolras said, glowering at Grantaire. “The one that I told you about in confidence because you had confided in me about your struggles with drugs and alcohol—”

“That’s a very polite way of putting it,” Grantaire said.

Enjolras ignored him. “The one that only you knew about. Somehow it ended up on my Wikipedia page.”

Grantaire looked a little bit like he wanted to bolt out the door he’d just closed. “Combeferre might have found it in your background check,” he said weakly.

“No, because the charges were dismissed, but not because of my father,” Enjolras said impatiently. “Which means the only person it could’ve been was you.”

Grantaire paled but didn’t try to deny it, and Enjolras took a deep breath before saying, “And which means the only question that I have is why.”

“It wasn’t supposed to go live,” Grantaire blurted.

“What?”

Grantaire worried his lower lip between his teeth. “The Wikipedia page. It wasn’t supposed to be published.”

Enjolras blinked. “So it was you.”

Even though he had known it, he hadn’t really reconciled himself with it until hearing it more or less confirmed. Grantaire nodded. “It started as a joke,” he said. “We’d had a fight, I don’t even remember what about, and you said my sources were one rung below Wikipedia. So I figured, y’know, I’d show you what Wikipedia’s sources are like.”

Enjolras opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Which was for the best, since Grantaire barreled onward. “I never actually intended on publishing it, but I clicked the wrong button and didn’t even notice until, well, you did. And at that point, putting the genie back in the bottle was pretty much out of the question.”

“But then—” Enjolras broke off, still struggling to put his thoughts into anything resembling coherence. Of the million questions he had, the only one he could manage was, “Why all the edits?”

Grantaire shrugged. “It occurred to me that I could at least use this accidental platform for some good.”

“And there’s some good in telling the whole world that I’m 5 foot 6, 250 pounds and have shoulder-length brown hair?” Enjolras said dryly.

“I mean…” Grantaire shrugged again. “I figured it may help the FBI in their search for you.”

He said it innocently, and Enjolras’s eyes narrowed. “And why the hell would they believe that description?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” Grantaire said, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “After all, it’s on Wikipedia.”

Enjolras couldn’t quite stop his own smile as realization hit. “You laid quite the convincing trail of inaccuracies for them.”

Grantaire ducked his head. “Well,” he said, “never let it be said I did nothing for the Cause.”

“For the Cause?”

Grantaire met his eyes, his smile crooked. “For the only cause I believe in, anyway.”

There were a great number of things that Enjolras could say to that, but there was only one thing he wanted to do.

And so he did, closing the space between him and Grantaire, reaching out to tip Grantaire’s chin just slightly upward to kiss him. Grantaire’s hand closed in his shirt, pulling him even closer as his mouth opened against Enjolras’s with a sigh.

Suddenly, Grantaire laughed, his lips curving into a grin against Enjolras’s. “Who knew a fucking Wikipedia page was all it would take,” he said, with something like wonder.

“Please,” Enjolras murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth. “If you’d’ve tried this even six months ago, I would’ve just kicked your ass.”

“So what’s changed?”

So much more than Enjolras could ever articulate, the least of which was that he finally had tangible evidence of just how dedicated Grantaire could be – when it was something he cared about, at least.

But he settled for saying, after kissing Grantaire’s once more, “My height and weight, apparently.”

Grantaire laughed. “Yeah,” he said, “I suppose there is that.”

“By the way?”

“Yeah?” Grantaire said, his voice barely a whisper.

“If I see anything about this on Wikipedia, I really will kick your ass.”

Grantaire just laughed again. “Deal.”

— — — — —

The next day, there was a single addition to the Wikipedia page:

Spouse: Patria (m. 2023)

[bwabys-scenarios]

Reunited

Part 28

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

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(Name) loitered in the doorway of Feitan’s room, barely holding back a squeal.

The man had fallen asleep, the kitten from before lying on his chest. The girl took out her phone and snapped a picture before closing the door behind her.

“So cute…”

She unloaded the supplies she had gathered from town. The news said the storm would hit sometime in the next two day. It would be its most intense for 3 days, before petering out by next Monday.

(Name) had bought a few candles, a battery powered fan and heating pad, some flashlights, and board games. She already had supplies beforehand, so she didn’t need to buy too much.

“I should start on dinner…”

An hour passed before (Name) heard the sound of Feitan’s door opening the closing.

“You’re back.”

Feitan was already right behind her, the girl jumping with a yell. “How the- how did you get behind me so quick?”

She held a hand over her heart, letting out a huff. He only shrugged, leaving to put the kitten back in its warm box.

He could smell the scent of lemons, knowing she was making the lemon meringue pie he had asked for.

“Dinner is almost ready. I’m hope you’re okay with soup.”

“That’s fine.”

Feitan pulled a chair out and sat at the dinner table, watching her whip a bow of meringue. She huffed, stretching her tired arms before mixing again.

“Give me.”

Feitan snatched the bowl out of her hand and sat back down. (Name) whined, saying he didn’t know when to stop and what to add. He rolled his eyes and pointed to the chair next to him. “Show me.”

He wasn’t the best at cooking, the only attempt of making lunch for himself resulting in a mushy substance he said was nutritional enough. Feitan, however, was strong and good at repetitive tasks, so whisking or mixing was easy for him.

Feitan could barely concentrate on eating dinner, the lemon meringue pie on his mind. He tried not to let people know how much of a sweet tooth he had, it was embarrassing to him, the interrogator of THE Phantom Troupe had a soft spot for sweet things.

One of them being (Name).

He watched as she brought him a piece of pie, her smile bright and beaming.

“I hope you like it!”

——————

The next day, Feitan and (Name) prepared for the upcoming storm. She picked as much fruit as possible, jarring some and leaving the rest in baskets.

Feitan helped her make sure the house was secure before leaving to jog and exercise again. He needed to be far away to practice with his nen, not wanting her to get caught up in any of his attacks.

It was two months into his stay, and Feitan was feeling restless. He didn’t go more than a month between mission if he could help it.

He pulled out his phone, going through his contacts and pressing on Chrollo’s

It rang for a few seconds.

“Feitan? How nice of you to call. Are you doing well?”

Feitan pushed his hair out of his face, sighing. “Doing okay. Arms are mostly healed.”

Chrollo hummed, the sound of people talking in the background telling Feitan he was either meeting with the spiders, or somewhere public.

“When do you estimate you’ll be back to your full strength?”

“Month at most.”

“I see.”

Feitan leaned against a tree. “What are your plans for the girl?”

“The girl? Who do you mean?”

Feitan frowned. “(Name).”

Chrollo laughed. “Why do you ask, Feitan?”

“Curious.”

The line was silent for a minute. Feitan didn’t often ask Chrollo these things, just listening to whatever orders he gave.

“Uvogin said she may have some information that could be useful to us. I will be coming to pick you up in a month, so make sure you’re better by then.”

“Chrollo.”

Chrollo paused, blinking. Feitan almost NEVER used his name, referring to him as boss.

“What do you plan to do with (Name)?”

Chrollo closed his book, his interest peaked. Uvogin had said him that Feitan was soft on that girl, but his tone of voice told Chrollo it was more than that.

“Oh, Feitan, I simply would like to meet her. I won’t harm the girl, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Chrollo could almost hear Feitan relax, a sigh leaving the dark haired man’s lips.

“She has taken care of a fellow spider, and for that we are in her debt. Be sure you’re gentle with her, Feitan.”

The short man grumbled. “Already gentle…”

Chrollo chuckled, glancing down at his watch. “I have to go, tell your girlfriend I said hi.”

“She’s n-“

Click.

Feitan’s face heated up at Chrollo’s words, pocketing his phone as he continued his run.

Chrollo placed his phone face down on the table, barely holding himself back from smiling. More than anything, he wanted to meet the girl that Feitan had so much affection for. When questioned about it, Uvogin said she was cute.

He couldn’t wait to see her.

——————

It wasn’t until after dark that Feitan returned. He was covered in sweat and dirt, pulling his shirt off as he walked in.

“Hi F- OH!”

(Name) jumped up from her chair when she saw the shirtless man before her, her eyes wide and cheeks heating up.

Feitan snickered at her reaction, throwing his shirt into the hamper. “Like what you see?”

(Name) stiffened up so quickly you would of thought she’d turned into a wooden board.

“I-um-“

She was looking everywhere but him, her face turning beet red.

“You’re… quite handsome! Sorry!”

The girl rushed to her room and closed the door behind her.

That was quite the resection. Feitan found his own cheeks turning pink. Did she really find him handsome?

He’d never cared much about his looks, besides the occasional bought of insecurity, but her words had him glancing at himself in the mirror.

His hair was in disarray and face covered in sweat and dirt. Feitan couldn’t really understand why she’d said what she did.

The two had a few inches of height difference, (Name) being taller. Did she mind that? He was used to being shorter than most of the women in his life, so why did it bother him now?

Feitan let out a huff before gathering a change of clothes and heading to the bathroom to shower.

Once she heard the shower start, (Name) left her room to make dinner.

——————

Feitan left the shower, his wet hair sticking up his face. “Dinner ready?”

(Name) looked up from the stove, smiling. “Almost! Oh, Feitan, your hair!”

She rushed over, pushing him into the bathroom. “I swear, you’re gonna catch a cold one day.”

She dropped a towel on his head, ruffling his hair as she hummed.

Feitan sat patiently, leaning into her touch. The man wasn’t stupid, he knew to dry his hair after a shower, but he let (Name) believe he didn’t so she’d do it herself.

(Name) was always so gentle, as if she had a lot of experience doing this.

“You’re the oldest sibling?” Feitan asked as she brushed her hands through his damp locks.

“Yep! I have three younger siblings, all girls.”

Ah, that explained her awkwardness around men, and her soft nature.

“All of my sisters are such tomboys, they’re always coming home filthy and never remember to dry their hair.”

She pouted, grabbing a comb and pulling it through his hair.

“But…”

(Name)’s eyes softened. “I love them, so much. They’re the reason I keep on going. I send back most of my earnings to make sure they grow up with more than I did.”

Feitan stayed silent, allowing her to pull his hair into a ponytail using a pink scrunchie. There was so much about (Name) he didn’t know. She’d never told him about her sisters or how much she really cared, what else was he ignorant to?

“I’m thinking about becoming a hunter.”

Feitan’s head shot up. “What?”

“Since I don’t have a birth certificate, it’s next to impossible to get a decent job. Anyone can become s hunter, and along with it paying well, you can travel so many places with just your license!”

Feitan gripped the fabric of his pants. He couldn’t imagine this soft and gentle girl surviving the Hunter Exam. Even Shalnark, a fellow spider with tremendous strength struggled with it.

“Shouldn’t. It’s very dangerous.”

(Name) giggled, poking his cheek. “Since when did you care if I was in danger or not?”

He grabbed her wrist, his grip tighter than he’d meant it to be. “F-Feitan, you’re hurting me!”

He loosened his grip, rubbing his thumb against her knuckles. Feitan didn’t want to think about all the things that could go wrong if she were to go through with the exam. Would those fragile hands be capable of defending her?

Even if she survived and became a Hunter, she could die or be seriously injured during missions.

“… just don’t, okay?”

(Name) didn’t answer, but slipped her hand into his.

“Let’s go eat dinner.”

——————

After dinner, (Name) pulled feitan to the couch to watch the news with her. The storm was coming, and she’d need to him be aware of it.

The storm would be upon them in only a few hours, a thunderstorm warning making (Name) stiffen.

She switched to the Blu-ray player, her legs wobbly as she waddled over to put a movie on. Feitan was usually in his room by then, but (Name) insisted on watching a movie together before bed.

“Is a ghibli movie alright with you?”

“Ghibli? What’s that?”

(Name) sighed, pushing a dvd into the Blu-ray player. “Feitan, do you ever feel joy?”

“No.”

(Name) had to turn around to see his smirk to know he was joking.

The pair sat on the couch, a decent amount of space separating them. (Name) picked Howls Moving Castle, cuddled up under a plush blanket and smacking on popcorn.

Feitan glanced at her throughout the movie, raising an eyebrow as she giggled every time Howl showed up.

“Why are you giggling?”

(Name) shushed him. “Shh, Howl is on screen.”

Once the scene was over, she turned to Feitan. “He’s the perfect man, that’s why I’m giggling. Although I think he’s more handsome with black hair. Oh, that’s a spoiler.”

She turned her attention back to the screen, but Feitan couldn’t help but pull a strand of his black hair forward, a ghost of a smile on his lips. So she liked black hair, huh?

He didn’t pay any attention to the movie, (Name)’s reactions were way more interesting.

She would blush and giggle every time Howl appeared, of course, but also seemed to sigh when Sofie said she wasn’t beautiful, a strange nostalgic look on her face.

She’d laugh at every joke, even though she’d seen the movie a hundred times. Her hands gripped the cushions of the couch when the movie got more intense, on the edge of her seat.

As the movie came to an end, a few tears brimmed in the corners of her eyes, quickly swiped away as she smiled at the couple finally together.

“Did you like it?”

Feitan blinked, realizing the movie was over and (Name) was waiting to hear his opinion.

“It was… good. Interesting.”

She giggled, leaning against his shoulder. “It’s my favorite movie, I’m glad you liked it!”

Feitan felt a little guilty for not actually paying attention to the movie, but that guilt vanished at the feeling of her on his shoulder.

“Touchy again.” Feitan pushed her off, snickering. Although he wanted her touch, he had an image to keep up.

“Meeeaann!”

She laughed, snuggling up under her blanket as the credits played. Feitan watched her for a moment before standing up and stretching.

“I’m going to bed. See you in morning.”

(Name) shot up, grabbing his wrist. “W-wait! Are you sure you want to go to bed so early?”

“Nearly 11 pm?”

(Name) scowled. “Yes but…”

Feitan pulled his wrist away and flicked her forehead. “Go to bed.”

He turned before he could see her frown deeply, anxiety written across her face.

—————

Feitan woke up to the someone knocking on his door.

The faint sound of raindrops hitting the window told Feitan that the storm had begun. He glanced at his alarm clock to see it was only 1 am.

The short man groaned, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and walking across the floor, rubbing his tired eyes.

(Name) stood on the other side of the door. Of course it was her, who else could it be.

“Sorry for waking you up…”

The girl fidgeted with her oversized shirt, staring at the floor.

“… what do you want?”

Before (Name) could answer, a booming clash of lighting struck outside, the thunder shaking the house. (Name) jumped at the sound as all the color faded from her face.

She was trembling, tears starting run down her cheeks, unable to speak.

“… scared of storms?”

She could only nod, reaching out to grab onto his sleeve. Her hands were uncharacteristically cold, Feitan able to feel it through his shirt.

“Can…”

She looked away again in embarrassment.

“Can I sleep with you?”

A silence overtook the two, Feitan barely able to breathe.

“Repeat that.”

(Name) reached her hands up to cover her face.

“Can I sleep with you?”

Feitan felt his body warm at her words, gripping the doorframe so tight he felt like it might break.

One look at her scared face was enough for him to groan and pull her into his room.

“Fine. But stay on that side.”

He pointed to the left side of the bed, watching her climb in and make herself comfortable. He climbed in as well, his eyebrow raised when he saw she was facing him.

“… turn around.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Why?”

Feitan scowled and pushed her away. “Because I said so.”

(Name) grumbled as she turned, looking quite cute all cuddled up under his blanket. He rolled his eyes and watched as her breathing slowed, the girl falling asleep within 5 minutes.

How could she sleep so easily in the same bed as a man, a bad man at that? He turned around before he could think about her being next to him any further, trying to calm down his racing heart.

Feitan was again woken up, not to a sound, but to a feeling.

He felt the distinct weight of a limb plopping down on his waist, pulling him closer. When he turned back around to see what the hell his bed partner was doing, he was a bit surprised(and turned on).

She was still asleep, but had wrapped her leg around his waist, pulling him towards her. Her arms were reaching out, patting the bed next to her, seemingly searching for something.

Now that he was turned to face her, her leg pulled him ever closer until their hips were pressed together and her hands could reach him. She sighed in content then, her fingers brushing through his hair slowly.

Feitan was having an internal struggle. On one hand, he knew he should push her off and go back to sleep. On the other…

Feitan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her even closer, letting her head rest against his chest. His nose buried itself in her hair, his hands trembling as they gripped the fat on her hips.

He had never held someone before, panting softly into her hair. Feitan wasn’t sure how to feel, finding comfort in her warmth, but discomfort in her being so close, so vulnerable to his touch.

He would never try anything indecent, especially after she trusted him enough to sleep next to him. But he could feel a certain part of him harden against her hips. He bit the inside of his cheek, gripping her waist harder.

His eyes flitted down to her face. She looked so content in his arms, a cute smile on her lips. Would she be smiling if she were awake to feel he was getting hard just from her being pressed against him?

In the morning, Feitan would push her off of him before she woke up and try to forget the feeling of her body pressed against his, but tonight he lost himself in her scent, letting his hands hold onto her hips and waist.

As if she was his, and his alone.

——————

Unfortunately, (Name) woke up before he did.

Although Feitan had drifted away from her in the night, his hand was intertwined with hers, and there was a certain… bulge in his pants that stood up a bit too high for (Name) not to notice.

The girl pulled the blanket over his body, trying not to look at it. She had learned in Sex Ed that men could get morning wood, but she hadn’t even thought that could happen to a man like Feitan.

At the feeling of the blanket brushing against his chest, Feitan awoke, blinking open his eyes and turning to see (Name) hovering near him, her boobs right above his face as she attempted to cover him up without waking him.

“What you doing?”

The girl squeaked, her hand supporting her slipping on the sheet.

Feitan didn’t process what was happening until her boobs plopped down onto his face.

And he really couldn’t complain.

“Oh my- Feitan I’m so sorry!”

She quickly pulled back, scurrying off the bed. The man laid there, just taking everything in. Feitan could really get used to this, these small intimate moments of her body against his.

But Feitan knew he couldn’t allow his thoughts to wonder, instead pushing the girl off his bed.

“… out.”

—————

(Name) felt very embarrassed. Not only had she seen him hard, she’d also fallen on top of him. Had she hurt his face? (Name) knew she wasn’t exactly a small woman, but he was a smaller than average man.

She busied herself with making breakfast, jumping at the occasional sound of thunder. Feitan exited his room about 30 minutes later, his face flushed even worse than last time.

“Feitan, are you alright? You’re all red.”

(Name) leaned forward and pressed her lips against his forehead, the man’s hand immediately shooting out to grab her shoulders and push her away.

“What are you doing!?”

He could feel his face turn an even brighter red, the tips of his ears scarlet. (Name) seemed confused by his reaction, Feitan’s mouth agape.

“I’m checking your temperature? My hands are too warm from cooking to get an accurate read.”

She gently leaned back forward, pressing her lips to his forehead again. When she pulled back, the man couldn’t speak.

“You’re warm… why don’t you just rest for today? I’ll bring you breakfast when it’s ready.”

She patted his shoulder before walking back into the kitchen. The man rushed back to his room, groaning.

It was annoying, the way his body reacted to her touch. Feitan couldn’t help but wrap his hand around his leaking cock, panting as he jerked off to the lingering feeling of her lips against his skin.

——————

Feitan didn’t open his door when she brought breakfast to him, yelling out for her to leave him alone.

He continued to stay in his room until an hour later, grabbing his(now cold) breakfast and scurrying back to his room, refusing to even glance in (Name)’s direction.

Feitan hated how much of an effect she held over him. His body craved her, in both a loving and sexual way. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, but also slip his hands into her panties and-

He smacked his hand over his face, groaning. What had gotten into him all of a sudden, he was acting like some kind of pervert. Feitan never had such a strong reaction to a woman’s touch before.

A knock on the door distracted him from his thoughts. Thankfully his boner had finally gone down, allowing him to answer the door without too much embarrassment.

“Feitan, are you okay? You’ve been avoiding me all day.”

Fuck, he’d gotten her worried over him while he sat in his room jerking off to the thought of her. He sighed, moving past her and walking into the living room.

“I’m fine. Just tired.”

“Oh, did I do something to keep you up last night?”

He paused at this, glancing back at her. “Why you ask?”

“Oh, supposedly I move a lot in my sleep. Sorry, I should have warned you.”

The girl fidgeted with the fabric of her shirt, looking down in embarrassment.

“Yeah. Threw your leg on me and wouldn’t let me go.”

Her face shot up, now as red as him.

“Oh my god, Feitan I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you? Is that why you aren’t feeling well?”

He scoffed and sat down on the couch, crossing his legs. “You can’t hurt me. Light as a feather.”

(Name) leaned over the back of the couch to look at him, still worried. “Are you sure, I know I’m-“

Feitan grabbed her arm and lifted her into the air with ease. He stood, holding her up by her butt and giving her a smug look.

“Light.”

She gasped out in shock, wiggling out of his grasp and falling onto the couch. “Wow… feitan you’re so strong! I mean I already knew you could pick me up but…”

She looked up at him in awe. He hadn’t strained at all when lifting her, as if she was made of air. Feitan couldn’t help but feel a little proud, plopping down on the couch next to her.

“See? No problem.”

It was (Name)’s turn to look confused now. “Then why did you have trouble sleeping if it wasn’t because I was heavy?”

He didn’t answer that one.

——————

The next few days went on the same, with (Name) joining Feitan in his bed at night as the storm raged on. He was slowly getting used to her sleepy cuddles, leaning into it more than he cared to admit.

The sun came out for the first time Monday. A sigh of relief came to (Name)‘s lips when she woke up to clear skies, stretching out across the bed like a cat before waking Feitan up.

“Feitan, the storms gone!”

Feitan grumbled, half awake. “Go back to sleep.”

(Name) gave him a sly smile. “Oh, you want me to cuddle up with you and go back to sleep? As you wish!”

The girl crawled over and attempted to snuggle up into his chest, but was quickly pushed away so hard she went rolling off the bed.

Feitan turned back over and attempted to go back to sleep, but he was now wide awake.

‘How dare she tease me… stupid girl.’

“Feitan..?”

He groaned and turned to look at her, the girl having crawled back into bed.

“What you want?”

She peeked at him, using a pillow to prop herself up. “You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?”

He paused for a moment, then nodded. “In three weeks, boss will come pick me up.”

She looked down, frowning into her pillow. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Feitan sat up. They had caught his full attention.

“Why?”

She played with a loose string coming from the pillow case. “Well… your job is dangerous right?”

Feitan tried to think of how to answer that. Of course his job was dangerous, he risked his life for every mission, but did he want her to worry?

“… it is, but I’m strong. Don’t have to worry about me.”

(Name) sighed, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. How was he going to tell her they may never see each other again after Chrollo’s questions were answered?

“I think I’ll always worry about you, because you’re important to me.”

Feitan’s resolve began to crumble. How did she always know what to say to pull at his cold heartstrings?

“I…”

Words did not come easily to the black haired man, especially words to explain his affections for her.

(Name) smiled and grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything that makes you uncomfortable. Just being together with you for the time we have left will be enough for me.”

But it wouldn’t be enough for him. Feitan squeezed her hand back, not able to answer.

In his heart, he knew that she was important to him, someone he couldn’t bear to lose. He just hoped Chrollo would understand that.

They were thieves after all, and who was Chrollo to deny Feitan of something that had caught his eye?

—————

The next week passed by quickly, with (Name) scurrying around in a frenzy. Feitan spent most of his time training to recover his strength, leaving in the morning and returning at night.

He could tell that the girl wanted him there with her more often, but part of him wanted to drift away slowly. Maybe it would make his departure easier on her. After all, their continued friendship wasn’t something that was guaranteed. Chrollo may have said he would owe (Name) a debt, but that didn’t mean Feitan would get to have anything to do with her.

The past two days (Name) had been uncharacteristically quiet, giving him short responses and always in the kitchen.

She was up to something, he just knew it.

As the week ended, Feitan came home near dark to (Name) in the kitchen, hovering over something.

Using In to hide his presence, Feitan snuck up behind her to see what she had been hiding from him.

“What are you hiding?” Feitan whispered into her ear.

The girl jumped up in fright, icing flying from a small piping bag. “Hey! I thought I told you to stop sneaking up on me! I’m gonna pee my pants one day and I WILL make it your problem.”

Feitan rolled his eyes, glancing over her shoulder to peek at what she was making.

It was a small cake, with the words “Happy Birthday Feitan” written in her messy handwriting. He was shocked, physically backing away.

“Why?”

All he could do was ask why. He hadn’t been the kindest to her during her stay, so why did she feel the need to make him such a thing? He couldn’t understand.

“I just felt like it. Everyone deserves to have a day where their birth is celebrated. I’m happy you were born, Feitan.”

So many things were racing through his mind. Him hurting her, the softness of her touch, the way she smiled at him with such love and adoration that it made his stomach hurt. It was all too much.

Feitan was out the door before he could think, slamming it behind him.

Was being with her really worth it? He felt so weak in her presence, like he would do anything she asked of him.

His heart pounded in his chest, tears falling from his eyes as he processed her words.

She was happy he’d been born.

He felt like he was going to throw up. She didn’t know the real him, the Feitan that had killed hundreds and tortured countless more without blinking an eye.

Her Feitan was grumpy and mean sometimes, but she didn’t pay any mind to that.

Would she still wish he’d been born if she knew all the lives he’d snuffed out? Did her care for him outweigh his sins?

He didn’t want to care so much about someone he wasn’t completely sure about.

Then he remembered something (Name) had said to him.

“You’re good enough to me.”

He knew she wasn’t stupid, in fact (Name) was incredibly intelligent, if a bit ditzy at times. She knew he was a thief, and was capable of murder, she’d witnessed him cut off a man’s arm.

Yet (Name) treated him the same.

Part of him wanted to hate her for that. What kind of idiot would allow a man who cut off someone’s arm right in front of her to sleep next to her in bed with no hesitation? It was frustrating. Feitan wasn’t ever supposed to feel this way about a person, his heart had hardened long ago.

But he knew she didn’t care about that. She knew he had done it for her sake, her touch still gentle and kind.

He didn’t need to know if she would still smile at him if she knew his true self. Feitan wanted to be in her presence for as long as possible, soaking in her warmth in hopes to retain some of it in his heart.

‘I want her…���

Feitan paused, blinking. He… wanted her? Why her? What made that girl so special to him?

His heart couldn’t lie and tell him anything but that. He wanted her, and her alone. In his mind she was his, and he was hers.

Feitan turned back around, the soft evening breeze helping to cool him down. He needed to get back to her.

And he knew she’d be there, waiting for his return.

——————

When Feitan got home, she was there. He’d already known she would be, not even having to sense her presence. She was always there, a consistency in his inconsistent life.

The house had been decorated for his birthday, his favorite meal on the table. A few gifts sat next to his birthday cake, wrapped in black wrapping paper with purple bows.

“Happy Birthday Feitan!”

Although he’d been gone for over an hour, (Name)’s smile didn’t lose its shine, only growing brighter when he walked in.

The man didn’t say anything, only sitting down next to her and leaning his head against his shoulder.

Right now, words couldn’t describe how he felt. He could only show his appreciation through actions.

Feitan planted a kiss on her forehead, bringing her in for a hug.

The two didn’t speak, but (Name) did giggle and squeeze him tightly as she did, rubbing soothing circles into his back.

When they broke apart, (Name) looked at him with such love and adoration that Feitan couldn’t help but give her the first smile he’d worn in years. (Name)s eyes widened, her hands gently cupping his cheeks.

“You look nice when you smile, Feitan.”

He wanted to say it was her smile that was beautiful to him, but he only nodded and leaned into her touch, his lips brushing against her hands in a secret kiss.

“Let’s have dinner, yeah?”

The two ate quickly, both excited to eat cake and open presents.

After she sang happy birthday to him, he blew out the candles.

“Make a wish! But remember, you can’t tell anyone what it is, or it won’t come true!”

Feitan closed his eyes, thinking of what he really wanted in that moment.

‘I wish… that I’ll see (Name) again.’

That was the only thing his heart wanted.

After eating their fill of cake and ice cream, (Name) placed the first of the three presents in front of him.

“Go ahead, open it!”

Feitan pulled at the wrapping paper, glancing up at her to make sure he was doing it right. “You’re doing it! Look!”

It was a brand new journal, bound in leather with his name embroidered on the front. The journal would be perfect for keeping track of heists and dates he’d need to meet up with the spiders. It looked expensive.

“How you get this?”

“Oh, I traded some of my jams to a local leather smith! He makes leather bounded journals, and he’s a sucker for homemade goods!”

She plopped the second present into his lap after he set aside the journal.

Feitan opened it up, his face lighting up.

It was the newest volume of the sci-fi manga chrollo had introduced him to so long ago!

“I saw you liked that manga, so I got you the newest volume! You said you were caught up, but I found the author online and saw he would be releasing a volume soon, so I preordered it! You have one of the first copies.”

Feitan held the book to his chest, sighing in contentment.

The last present was opened slowly, Feitan blinking down at it.

It was a dark purple scarf, with a little skull embroidered at the edge.

“I know it’s summer, but since you’re leaving soon I made you a scarf in case you get cold in the winter.”

It was soft, sewn together with love. Feitan also noticed, much to his surprise, that it smelled heavily of her perfume. Had she sprayed it with it?

“Thank you.”

(Name) only smiled in reply, giving him a sideways hug.

The two ended the night by watching a scary movie Feitan had picked out, (Name) nearly jumping into his lap several times. He almost wished she did, wondering if she’d mind something poking into her butt as she straddled him.

(Name) ended up falling asleep before it ended, leaning against Feitan’s shoulder and snoring. He snickered, taking a picture of her messy face and saving it on his phone.

After that, he carried her to her room and tucked her into bed, not able to hold himself back from climbing into bed with her.

It was his birthday, so it wouldn’t be so bad to spend it cuddled up next to the woman he loved, right?

As he drifted off with her right next to him, he imagined a future with her.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

[boatem-probler]

I'm Watching Tokyo Soul So You Don't Have To!

You Are Here! / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

So there's this 2015 Minecraft roleplay series that Grian was in. It's very bad and very, ah, dated, but it's also very full of Grian Angst, so people like to use it in their fanfiction.

A couple years ago, @paranoidpug watched every episode of the first season of this series, called Yandere High School, and wrote summaries of it, so people could learn what all those fanfics were referencing without having to actually watch the thing. They're very good summaries!

@sketchygainedyoursoul took over to do the second season, Tokyo Soul, but it seems like they never got past episode 8, so I've decided to take up the mantle of Tokyo Soul Chronicler. I know how it ends, and unfortunately it's like catnip to me, so this was inevitable really.

Also I'm starting from the beginning, because I'm using a different format and I wanted consistency I guess.

Content warnings for briefly mentioned violence, stalking, and uh... idk how to describe what's going on with Geode. Generally creepy behavior from an adult to a minor is broad enough I think. But in like, a mad scientist way? Yeah.

And Now... The Episodes Without Grian In Them

(I'm really selling this, huh...)

Episode 1 – New Beginning!

You are now sitting.

Sam, Taurtis, and Dom are in a train. They've just arrived in Tokyo. Sam told Taurtis they were going to Disneyland, because Taurtis doesn’t like big cities. Grian is not there.

Okami, their former teacher, has tasked them with navigating from the train station to a restaurant called “SushiWushi”. Let’s see how The Boys mess this one up!

They encounter a skeevy old man named Old Kurokuma outside the train station.

They get someone else named Igbar von Squid to show them the way to SushiWushi, but Sam wants to “mingle” by the dumpsters instead.

I’m now running the video back, because I want to see exactly how long it takes them to get to this restaurant.

Also Dom has the best outfit of the three.

“I’m starting to get spooked. Why’d you even come back here, Taurtis?” says Sam.

They encounter someone literally named “Suspicious Person” burning money in a fire, who offers them “sugar”. They jump over the fire to get away, with varying degrees of success.

“STOP DROP AND RICKROLL” – Dom

They do their “look both ways even though there are no moving cars in existence” bit. If I was Igbar I woulda just left them by this point. Igbar is visibly slumping.

The creepy old man is still following them, also.

They arrive at SushiWushi! It took them 10 minutes and 16 seconds (if my math is right). Honestly? I thought they wouldn’t be there before the episode was over, so good on them.

I’m obsessed with how their Minecraft avatars’ arms move when they’re sitting, by the way, it makes them look like a kid pretending to drive their parents’ car.

Sam and Taurtis both mention feeling uncomfortable around girls with knives.

Taurtis is arguing about pufferfish, Sam is trying to steal sushi from the next table over, Dom is… getting into a fistfight in the background?

Luckily, the person they were supposed to meet, Kiyu, arrives, and WHOA THEY HAVE A VOICE.

Kiyu begins showing them around.

Episode 2 – FIRST SCHOOL DAY!

Kiyu is bad with directions.

Old Kurokuma is STILL following them.

Kiyu shows them their house, they’re very excited about how fancy it is. Kiyu assures them that most of their stuff is there.

Dom is going to live in the dumpster outside apparently.

Kurokuma is outside their house now.

“We’re in the witness protection program, but I feel SO much more unsafe than we were before” – Taurtis. And from what I know it only gets worse!

The next morning, the boys attempt to make their way to school, but they don’t know where it is. They ask a student passing by, then decide to “jump ‘em” when they’re too shy to answer the question.

Taurtis, running over to a group of other students: “Can I hang out with you guys? Can you be my new friends?”

Sam asks Dom for a high five. Dom punches Sam. Sam dies. They continue walking to school.

Taurtis: “I miss our old school, I bet this one’s not even haunted.” Sam: “We could make it haunted!”

At school, they meet back up with Kiyu, who also goes there apparently, and she takes them to get their schedules from Señor Loro, who is wearing a luchador mask and what appears to be a Christmas sweater.

Señor Loro drops them through a trapdoor into a secret wrestling ring. They must wrestle him for their schedules, obviously.

Oh dang they actually have Four Whole Classes this time.

Episode 3 – TEACHER TORI!

On the way to their lockers, one of the other students, Greentama, who is wearing a One Punch Man outfit, one-punches them for jaywalking.

“There’s some weird stuff in these lockers.” – Kiyu

Their first class is with Teacher Tori, who is supposed to be Toriel from Undertale I think? She teaches Agriculture, apparently.

Creepy Man Update: He Is Still There

They go out to the courtyard to collect flowers. We learn that Kiyu avoids the sun.

We also learn that Señor Loro is the guidance counselor.

“Fish are just flowers that swim in the ocean.” – Taurtis

Their next class is Dr. Nurse MD’s Class of Not Dying!

Taurtis does not understand what witness protection is.

Dr. Nurse MD is teaching CPR. He asks for a volunteer from the audience. Taurtis gets volunteered. Dr. Nurse MD does not understand what CPR is. Somehow Taurtis survives.

By this, I mean that Dr. Nurse MD’s conception of CPR is: Choke the other person, and then throw stuff at them. Now pair up and try it on each other!

[Choked Out by The Mountain Goats playing in the background]

Episode 4 – DON’T DROWN!

Time for lunch!

One of the kids who was in Nurse MD’s class is stumbling around coughing up blood, it seems. Lovely.

Sam and Taurtis decide to eat lunch on the high diving board, where they witness someone almost drown.

Time for gym class! The PacerGram Fitness Test is a–

They do laps around the gym. Gym Teacher Helena loves pain, it seems. Also she has quite a bit of favoritism towards Kiyu.

The kid who was coughing up blood earlier is NOT looking good.

Episode 5 – CREEPY TEACHER!

Their last class is in classroom 12, which has a number 4 outside of the door, and also a gold key and a bottle of Mountain Dew. The floor inside is covered in mushrooms, and the teacher, Professor Geode Rocks, is sitting on a throne. He addresses his students as “subjects” and “my children”. There are chains hanging from the ceiling. The boys are very uncomfortable.

Geode calls the new kids to the front of the class and asks for their medical records. Also, every time he says someone’s name, he says it in all caps.

Taurtis starts listing out all of the physical trauma he’s suffered. Geode decides the three of them are “not good candidates”.

Geode gives them homework: Collect as much trash as possible. Extra points for blood, hair, and nails.

“Wait an Earth Second,” says Professor Geode, much like an Earthling would.

He starts sniffing Taurtis. Taurtis is “the one”. Now his plan can finally be a success. He pulls a hair out from Taurtis’s head. Taurtis does NOT like any of this. Even Sam is vocally weirded out. Geode starts yelling about world domination as the bell rings.

Sam: “We can’t go back, we’re in witness protection.” Taurtis: “I don’t feel protected here!”

Taurtis: “I’ve never felt so unsafe in my life.”

This school’s Yelp review is going to be real bad.

Sam: “This is for a class, Mr. Geode told us we had to get blood.” Señor Loro: “CLASSIC GEODE. He is eccentric.”

Creepy Man Update: Still.

I'm probably gonna do 1 school day per post from this point, it's a good way of breaking things up.

Next Time... Grian!

[starstruck-cupid]

The Sweater

Part 5 of Unnamed Charlie fic with a bit of spicy Kirby x fem!reader

(edit: name change. Formerly unnamed)

A/n: I have noticed a continuity error in my story. Scream 4 takes place in October. I thought it took place in September. I will be switching to autumn instead of spring from here on out. Also there is Kirby x reader x Charlie at the end of this. The next chapter will most likely be the last of this series. I might make it a little more Kirby x reader towards the end.

TW: mentions of murder, mentions of stalking, mentions of theft, sexual contact. I think that's it.

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The morning after the kiss was crazy. Olivia was dead. Murdered. People were saying it was brutal. There were plenty of rumors and claims about the killing, but none were confirmed. I think Sidney's publisher is dead too

It's been three days. I was more scared than ever. I haven't gotten any more texts but it seems like things keep disappearing. I don't know when or why these things are being taken.

Little things that shouldn't be missed, but things I noticed. I'm an organization mess. Everything is all over the place, but I know what goes where. I'm missing 2 more pairs of underwear, and some lewd Polaroids that I thought were well hidden.

Charlie and I still haven't talked about the kiss. I'm not sure if we ever will. We kissed once after. We've definitely been closer physically. I'm okay with it. I'm content.

I can't believe we still have school tomorrow. People are dying. Three students are dead. We should at least get a few days to mourn.

Charlie and I were supposed to hang out today. He texted me telling me he'd be here later, but I decided to just go to bed.

I can't help but feel anxious. More than usual. Something bad is going to happen. Ghostface is clearly back. I think my break-ins and missing things might be connected.

I'm laying in bed, stoned. Heater on,with multiple blankets piled over me, and a movie playing in the background. The cool autumn air breezing through my open window. I opted to give up keeping my window closed. It's been apparent that it's not working. I had my favorite candle lit. This was nice. I needed this.

I was in my favorite sweater, the one Charlie got me. He stole it yesterday, as he does sometimes, and now it smells like him.

I can feel myself drifting off. My eyes and mind go black

I hear the squeak of my window being closed. In my tired mind, I don't fully process the implications of that. Figuring it was Charlie, I go back to sleep.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes later when I was woken up to the feeling of fingers rubbing up and down my thighs. I freeze.

Soon I feel a full hand continuing the motion on the back of my thigh.

I feel someone climbing into the bed, up towards me. As they lay behind me, a scent fills my nose. Charlie.

I feel him kiss the back of my head and slip his hand up my sweater. He lays it on my bare stomach. His hand is cold compared to my stomach.

Moving back towards him, I bask in his warmth. His hand slips up to my clothed breast. My bra was unpadded and thin. I'm sure he could feel everything. He was gentle, though. Not attempting to do anything more than lay his hand there. It felt like he was trying to get a feel for my boundaries.

When it comes to Charlie, and what I'd let him do, there are no boundaries.

"Is this okay?" He asks, quietly, unsure if I'm asleep.

I tiredly mumble out an affirmation. We just lay there like that for awhile until we're both sleep.

<3

Today is the first day that Charlie is still in bed with me in the morning. The sun is shining through the curtains. For a while we just lay there together, talking and listening to the random vinyl that he put on. Everything seems perfect right now.

Charlie told me about his, Robbie's, and Gale's agreement. I told him about how My dad said my mom had always been a fan of Gale. He offered to get something signed.

Finally we get up for school. Getting back to our usual routine after that break of not talking is so nice. I finally don't have to get my coffee alone every morning.

<3

School was the same as everyday, surprising. We have "cinema club" today after school. I think the name is dumb but I'd never tell the boys that. Today we have Sidney and Gale visiting.

I can't lie. I wasn't listening at all. Until the stab-a-thon was mentioned. I had forgotten about that. I had to go. Going it's a requirement for being friends with Charlie. It seems that we're a bit more than friends now, so that's absolutely no way I can skip.

<3

Charlie makes me come early to help set up. I don't really mind. It means I can start drinking early, and I get the best seat.

After a bit of the, people start screaming and running. Then I see Gale on the ground and Dewey shooting a masked Ghostface. Running to Gale, I begin to put pressure on the wound.i stay there until ems shows up.

Once I finally get back to my car, Charlie is already there.

"Kirby invited us to her house for an after party" he said, getting in the passenger side.

"You direct and dj, and I'll drive"

After a few minutes on the road, I finally decide to do something I should have done a while ago.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah?" I see him turn to look at me from" the corner of my eye.

"I think Ghostface has been stalking me."

"Stop the car" his voice booming with demand.

I do. I pull over and put the car in park. I turn to him, the look on his face is hard to read.

"What makes you think that?"

I show him the texts, the video, and tell him the list of things that have gone missing from my room. Charlie insists that we should tell people when we get the house. I agree and get back on the road.

Once we're there, I feel calmer. I know these people. I feel safe with these people.

Jill and Kirby are sitting next to each other, Charlie is putting on Stab 7, despite mine and Jill's disagreement.

Charlie, Kirby, and I have a back and forth about what took place earlier.

I've always had positive feelings about Kirby, but I never realized she was this cool. The more I talk to her, the more I understand Charlie's crush. I'm sitting in the chair closest to her. As we continue the conversation, Kirby puts her hand on my upper thigh, pinky and ring finger slightly under my skirt.

Then Trevor walks in. I don't trust him. I don't think any of us do. Trevor mentions the unlocked door.

"I'm sorry. I was the last one in," I quickly shot out. Kirby gives me a reassuring smile.

Charlie gets up and Trevor sits in his seat

After a debate about how Trevor found out we were here. Jill goes to find her phone.

"So Charlie, Robbie. How does it feel to be accessories to a crime? I mean, really, Dewey's wife?" Trevor asks, arrogantly.

"My life is over" replies Robbie.

"So which one of you sent me a text from Jill's phone?" Trevor follows up.

(Sorry straight readers, I had to add some Kirby x reader)

After some discourse about the phone, Trevor leaves, leaving Kirby, Charlie, and I alone.

I had moved over to share the couch with Kirby and Charlie sat in my previous seat. Robbie leaves from the kitchen to the balcony.

Once he was gone, Kirby pulled me closer to her, inviting Charlie to sit on the other side of me. She turns to us, putting her hand on my thigh.

"So are you two together?" She asks. We look at each other unsure how to answer.

"So Charlie, you wouldn't mind if I did this? She asks, putting a hand on my cheek and pulling me to look at her. Not kissing close, but close enough to feel her breath on my lips. She proceeds to slid her hand up my thigh, pushing my skirt up slightly, until she was under it. Then she slid a finger under the waistband of my underwear and pulled, letting it snap against my skin. I unconsciously hiss as it hits me. Kirby pushed my chin to face my head towards Charlie. He looks flustered, a pink tint dusting his face. I can see a prominent bulge in his pants.

Trevor walks in, making us all pull apart in embarrassment.

After letting him know him upstairs, Trevor makes himself comfortable in the seat closest to us. Charlie hastily gets up and leaves.

After some discourse between Kirby and Trevor, he leaves to get Jill. Leaving me and Kirby alone. Kirby sends me an apologetic look while placing a hand back on my thigh and giving a reassuring squeeze. Then she kisses me. Lightly, but needy. When she pulls away she goes back to watching the movie like nothing ever happened.

[callmetwizzler]

Killer chat VN OC :3

ARTSTLYE + GAME CREDS

Official VN tumblr

VN itch.io page

Alright, sooo...I made an oc for my alltime FAVORITE VN TO EVER EXIST....Like seriously this game is amazing. As hell. ANYWAYS...

Heres the beauty in all her prime and glory

INCLUDES 4 VERSIONS, 2 NONBLOODY 1 TRANSPARENT, 2 BLOODY 1 TRANSPARENT.

favorite song : MEAT GRINDER

REMINDER!!!!

The game and characters mentioned in this post do not belong to me, only the characters lynx AND sevel. This character is NOT a canon character at all and is only a self insert.

This is lynx!

info: "You're not fooling anyone."

LAILA

@ LYNX0X SHE/THEY TAURUS

Birthday : MAY 8TH Lynx is an incredibly smart individual, also known as the servers hacker. She's one of the few who use crowbars or blackmailing.

she is also Misakis "bestie", at first Lynx didn't exactly care for the title. But it seems she's warmed up to it, a bit atleast..Misaki is one of the very few people she can be seen genuinely showing care to. Misaki lives relatively close to Lynx, maybe you could use that to your advantage if you get Misakis trust?

At the start of the game, Lynx doesn't appear much. She's mostly offline, even when mentioned, she prefers to sit back and watch from the sidelines, doesn't mean she's scared, or won't hesitate to get her hands dirty. Right from the start she could tell there was something...off. About you.

by the 3rd or 4th month, she's already found where you live. She doesn't have any reason yet to suspect you're faking, it's just a gut feeling she can't shake away.

She would probably appear in the 3rd or 2nd month, in one of the calls. Misaki would be stupid enough to mention her so she would have no choice but to say hello. She finds your attempts at fitting in amusing, she's already convinced you're not what you say you are.

However..If you chose her route, she'd send you a message. Asking questions like "what's your body count?." or "Who was your first kill."

Later on, she'd confront you and say she knows what and who you are, and that she isn't afraid to reveal it if you lie to her. there are 2 options, lie to her and tell her she's in denial, or give in and tell her the truth.

THE OPTIONS OUTCOMES

"what? You're not serious, right!? Ofcourse I'm a killer, you're just trying to find a reason to kick me out!"

". . . . . . I see, I've warned you, ----player name----. You've given me no choice."

"..Fine, you got me. But listen! I'm not gonna tell anyone..I promise, I just need inspiration for my book! Then I'll leave and never bother you again."

"Good choice, I'm very pleased you were honest..Thank you."

If you lied to her, she'd send pictures of you from your webcam, pages of your book yes she broke in your house and ripped your book apart and then she would send a list of data including your address, full name, occupation, and more.

if you didnt lie, you have an opportunity to romance her! Just..Don't get on anyone elses bad side while you're doing it.

Her status in the beginning of the game

"Need someone killed? dm @ hitmeuppp"

Later in month 2-3

"You're not slick."

..after romancing her.

"can't say I'm disappointed.."

THATS ITTTTT...This took me 2 hours when instead i could be working on the 18 page essay i have due tomorrow...fuck it its fine :3 HOPE YOU LIKE HERRRR!!! ALSO ALSO ALSO I GOTTA KNOW. Which ingame character would most likely be her love interest?

Her kill counts 529

Background music: neutral

Congrats! you've met lynx, but..there's something wrong, it's like..she KNOWS somethings off about you.

Background music: inlove

congrats, don't leave her. Well technically you can't when you're binded in her basement

Background music: suspicious.

She doesn't trust you, you fucked up and slipped something up. Whether it be she knew from the start.

[your-local-scene-emo]

all my marble hornets notes

alex is the guy who saw slenderman first, and made the bad decision to explore it, and he survived i think.

alex sees anxious in all of the clips in entry 3

entry 4 is alex in a park, running from slenderman, or an entity. whatever it is, alex does not seem to want to interact with it.

jay is the man recording in entry 5, and alex is doing a tour of the ground for marble hornets

it may be that slenderman followed him home after the encounter at the park or the road with his dog.

brian, alex, and a girl off camera entry 7, further notes here. alex is off camera and brian is now talking. they are in a car. also, brian is hoody.

the man confirms that someone is most definitely following alex

alex is seen drawing the slenderman poster thingys

sarah and tim are reading a script, and alex is pissed that they aren't doing it how he wants them to. alex seems to want to have the camera recording at all times, this may just be a minor detail only for the set, or it may be because he feels unsettled by the tall man stalking him. seth is the one recording right now.

alex is running away from the tall man in entry 10

in entry 11 alex is checking his house and outside for the entity, it also appears he has hanging the pictures of slenderman up.

in entry number 12, brain and alex are shooting a shot together with alex acting more like himself. the camera distorts, and then seth zooms in on the slenderman.

THE REWASMRE

alex is in the woods all by himself, and finds a symbol that is an 'O' with an 'X' alex notices something and begins to run

it seems slenderman ha invaded his home, alex records for about 35 minutes and gets nothing, but next we see him bleeding from his head, but conscious.

BLEED MORE

jay and tim are meeting up entry 15. so tim mentions that at first, alex was a pretty good director until moving forward. so that would mean that an clips of alex being himself are the first clips he made, and then the ones of him acting off are the ones that are the result of being exposed to slenderman.brian and alex are good friends it seems, while tim was just along for the ride. someone was leaving dead animals on alex's front yard, so this can conclude that slenderman is most likely hostile if it is him. TICK TOCK

we are in the pov of jay, and he's looking for brian in entry 16 why are these mfs always in the woods at night??? anyway, jay is knocking on maybe brians door. jay attempts breaking and entering. jay succeeds at breaking and entering. oh damn their house is like what comes out of my ass when i eat too much mcdonalds jay i need you to get your shit together and leave immediately. i'm just saying i would know if i'm in a horror film somebody give this mans some cough medicine his coughing is freaking me out more than the spooky tall guy omfg jay don't go upstairs he went upstairs omfg oh boy blood splatters, lets go towards it! OMFG JAY TOUCHED THE SINK FULL OF BLOOD THIS DUMBASS it seems brian took pills, also this is brian's house i'm going to assume

SEE YOU

alex is nice now in entry 17 so this is when they first started. slenderman is in the background, no has noticed him yet

COME BACK

maybe alex done did suicided himself

entry 18- more of my rants about this dumbass jay. he's knocking on the door like someone's gonna answer more breaking and entering EW DON"T TOUCH THE DOLL uh oh, you know what that looks like, naked slender man doll :0 also, was that masky or am i tripping? yep, i rewinded it. holy shit, top ten anime battles aw masky dropped him off

TELL US YOU HAVE BEEN KEEPING SECRETS. SMILE FOR THE CAMERA

so jay is going insane too, great, entry 19 is starting off great. omg masky is sleeping with him, girls night!

totheark is masky's name? refuse to believe. i'm googling it rn uh uh his name is tim dumb ass

FOUND YOU

so jay is probably gone lol

stopping at entry 19.5 cus i'm tired.

[onewomancitadel]

The Hanged Man

Technically the Hanged Man hangs by his foot upside down, but the nature of hanging around the neck is more simple to convey visually (and doesn't require contrivement), so my interest is always piqued when characters get hanged. (Normal thing to say on Tumblr).

That's the scene for my being in the middle of torturing myself thinking about Jonas as the Hanged Man, who gets hanged twice, once through an aborted execution and once as a suicide attempt - poor Jonas -

then remembered that Cinder's got her neck scar just like his, which is not from a hanging, but a collar.

I actually first thought of the Girl with the Green Ribbon when I saw it, where if the girl takes off the ribbon securing her neck, she'll die. I view this scene where Cinder takes the collar off (which is symbolically confluent with the Grimm curse - this is the collar/leash to her master) as a type of symbolic death, when she is made "dead" stuck at midnight - whatever this release could've been, it's instead the background for her intiation into Salem's cult. This is not happy.

The Grimm arm itself is her most clear chthonic theming, but I think what's important is that narratively we have a consistent thread of collar -> Grimm bug -> Grimm arm for every time Cinder appears onscreen - her torture at Salem's feet, mimicking that of her previous master from the collar/arm, is fairly on the nose in this regard.

Cinder's in a state of death (or essentially undeath), and is most importantly the story's introduction to death and the death of innocence. Notably the hybridity with the Grimm puts her in a vampiric state where she consumes Aura through the arm - an arm unprotected by Aura itself, covetous of something it can't really have or even protect herself with.

What I think is most symbolically important for her (on this front) is that the vampiric force will never be successful in securing the Maiden power - it only merits her half of the Fall Maiden power to begin with, leaving her unwhole - until she retrieves it more rightly and justly with Midnight, for all that it can be right and just (at least in the face of what they're about to do to Pyrrha, which I view as categorically wrong).

I laid out her overall chthonic background here again and how this contributes to her permanent state of literal unrest and alienation, because it symbolically ties to what the Hanged Man is (seeming death) but like all things in R/WBY this amuses me because in the brokenness is the promise of wholeness (see also: "the wound that can be healed only by the weapon that dealt it").

I took a bit of a gander but tarot is a bit more heterogenous than what I'm used to with this material, but Wikipedia sources this and it seems to be a fairly legitimate (particularly for the sort of thing one finds influencing R/WBY) so I went to find the full extract of the text where a very meaningful part is left out (the lattermost bolding) - from The Pictorial Key to Tarot, originally published in 1911, A. E. Waite, also the source for the tarot card above:

There is a nimbus about the head of the seeming martyr. It should be noted 1. that the tree of sacrifice is living wood, with leaves thereon; 2. that the face expresses deep entrancement, not suffering; 3. that the figure, as a whole, suggests life in suspension, but life and not death. It is a card of profound significance, but all the significance is veiled. [...] It has been called falsely a card of martyrdom, a card of prudence, a card of the Great Work, a card of duty; but we may exhaust all published interpretations and find only vanity. I will say very simply on my own part that it expresses the relation, in one of its aspects, between the Divine and the Universe. He who can understand that the story of his higher nature is imbedded in this symbolism will receive intimations concerning a great awakening that is possible, and will know that after the sacred Mystery of Death there is a glorious Mystery of Resurrection.

Emphasis mine. The "life in suspension" portion is interesting to me because this pretty much 1:1 describes Cinder's unrest. I also thought it was so cutely Cinder that "the significance is veiled." Key to victory baby! If Ruby's silver eyes are the key to Cinder being freed from the curse (easy to say, hard to do), then that Mystery of Death holds in it the lesson that is the Mystery of Resurrection. It's all very monomythic as well - the passage to the underworld, to the knowledge of death denied to the living, brings with it sacred and secret knowledge, and the elixir of life.

If Ruby's eyes protect life, Cinder's curse - symbolically, literally - is death and saps the waters of life (Aura), then the two of them, with each other integrated, Shadow and White Shadow, are resurrection.

The thing that interests me about anything related to what Cinder becomes in this story - dead and dealt with, Fall Maiden power alotted to a better, more deserving recipient - I just can't help but think, how do you kill a person who's already dead? It's the same problem with Salem - she can't be killed because she's the Queen of the Grimm (dead), and spiritually, she is annihilated.

It's hard to say how far any tarot influence extends - I've toyed with this in the past with Beacon Tower and Salem's, as points of electric and dramatic transformation in the story, and reading this book now I suspect even something like the Magician and the High Priestess have something to do with Ozlem - though if there is a presence at all feels more questionable than something more concrete, in my view, like the Jung or the Campbell, particularly on this note given that the Hanged Man comes at a bit of a stretch. But it already highlights what I think to be true (endless midnight/curse/chthonic theming), so it's complementary as opposed to revelational. What's more is that the neck scar directly is veiled and meaningfully revealed, tied to her backstory that's been hidden - it's meant to be a reverse of Adam (I think) where his story has been used to wrangle others, specifically Blake, into submission, whereas Cinder's story has been used to wrangle her into submission beneath Salem - and so its imagery feels pretty potent already. It's the secret of her undeath, life in suspension, and the question of whether she will answer the lesson of the Fall Maiden or not. For the matter of resurrection, it's also about redemption.

To return back to Jonas, of course, and the mystery of Dark, it's his hanging scar which is an identifying feature throughout his lives lived out in the story - it's how his future self proves himself to him, and it's the mark of intense agony, and the wrongness that he feels that he is, for his whole life, spent on the warped world. But in a moment of transcendence - for originally what he thought would destroy everything, instead a nanosecond of opportunity for change opens up; after his death, he is resurrected. I can post this .gif because I literally made it myself, as I needed the moment of resurrection and mutual recognition (with Martha, who loves him, and is a bit like the Mary Magdalene here) as my cover photo:

This is where you can really see the sunlight motif coalesce - this is the day the original world (the cosmic egg) splits in two on the day of the summer solstice (yes, they paid that much attention; I checked), and the day that Jonas is symbolically resurrected. Previously, in a world of intense darkness, the sunlight coated scenes of naïveté yet contrastingly the (often mystic) sex scenes - these were kind of contradictory, because Jonas and Martha are the wrongness and the wound, but you've got positive (opposite) imagery to the show's literal name - Dark - paired with the thing that's supposed to be bad before and after a time of innocence. Instead I realised that the sunlight, used very sparingly, represents this forbidden relationship, that the love potion and the poison are the same potion (per Campbell again), and that death is resurrection, and Jonas-Martha is the weapon to heal the wound. It's only through this method that they eventually... well!

Both of these are stories which go deep into Jung and the monomyth with vastly divergent tone and medium, but it's kind of fun to tie them together this way. I think it's clear that whether Dark dips into tarot, the monomythic ideas of death and resurrection are present, and similar ones you can certainly see playing out in R/WBY... maybe extending to a certain Fall Maiden, even embodied in her season - the dying of things, and the fruitful harvest.