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DATE NIGHT

Arkin O’ Brien x GN!Reader

Last Edited: 16/04/2024

TW: none

Anon: Short fluff fic of Arkin x reader? Maybe him taking the reader out on a date? please and thank you :3

Word Count: 962

AO3 LINK -> HERE

Notes: We know who sent that, and thank you for it. This is set before they go on the date but plan to go BTW. And yes, Arkin is 32 in this. In 2009, High Steward was 32 when he played Arkin and that’s all we have to go on for his age.

@rppik (editor/co-writer): I like my pathetic divorced Meow Meows UNWELL /lh /don't use that as my editor's note

You’ve known Arkin for a long time. You worked alongside him during his time as a contractor; you knew about his wife, Lisa, and little girl, Cindy. Finally escaping The Collector to find out that Lisa filed divorce papers after he told her to flee completely broke him. He loved his wife, despite her constant gambling and using Cindy as a way to keep him leashed, and watching her leave him after everything he had done to get back to them destroyed the man.

You had been there throughout the whole shit show, providing as much comfort as you could. Your shitty flat became home to the recovering man, who slept on your couch more than enough times to leave an imprint. Hell, even your bed had become contaminated with his smell on more than one occasion; on some nights, you insisted he spare his back from sleeping on the old piece of junk. But you didn’t kick him out or turn him away. You couldn’t, not when you had seen the previous fights between him and his ex-wife, or how he talked about Cindy in such a caring way, clearly missing her more than air. You couldn't help but want to help the guy, with his unkempt appearance and dark shadows under his eyes being equal parts concerning and somehow handsome on him. And his witty comebacks always made your day, naturally, you had to admit his company wasn't one you minded keeping, even when he was close to hitting rock bottom some days.

You know he doesn’t care for himself like he should, not when he only cared about seeing his kid. With that no longer possible, thanks to Lisa’s papers and custody battle, he would be lucky to see Cindy at all or even get to call her. His will to get better or take care of himself in any way deteriorated rapidly after the decision was finalized; if it wasn’t for your encouragement to shower or eat a little bit, he would have wasted away in your living room.

Of course, you weren't above abusing your professional connections to help, too. An ask here, a bribe there, and the next thing you know, envelopes to small packages full of pictures of Cindy arrived at your work. You would then bring them home to give to Arkin as some sort of gift to show that his baby was okay. He never asked who you talked with to get the photos, and you never told him, either; neither of you minded crossing some lines if it helped.

And it did help him– The life in the man started to slowly, but surely, trickle back into his being. His eyes seemed brighter, and he started to take care of himself a bit more. He’d even gone back to his previous job as a contractor. He didn’t move out, though, not that you minded him sticking around. To others, it might have been awful to have someone you had helped get back on their feet not go on to leave your home. For you, however, it was just another thing you had hoped would happen, coming to fruition.

The man you’ve been pining after for years, a best friend and romantic interest, staying with you? While you should feel awful he had to lose his wife and kid for it to happen, you couldn’t help but feel glad in a way. All the same, you couldn’t help but want him to still have some sort of access to Cindy. He loves her, you know, and wouldn’t take that away from him for the world. Even if it meant using some favours on your part, to see him happy and becoming healthy was all you cared about.

At some point, your feelings for him became an open secret, as sharing a living space with the man meant that little could go unnoticed between you two for long; you had yet to breach the topic explicitly, however, knowing he needed time to recover from his previous relationship. It’s on a day both of you are off work that you spring the idea of a date up, if only to test the waters.

“It can be between friends if you prefer, Arkin. I just thought we could go out,” you tell him. You don’t want to force him into joining you if he really doesn’t want to.

“Depends. Where are we goin’?” He’s relaxed on the couch, looking at some of the blueprints for another bit of decor needed on a house he’s going to be working on soon.

“The museum. The one a few blocks away from the bar you used to frequent before that guy happened,” you reply, hinting at The Collector but not outright saying the mass-murderer’s title for Arkin’s peace of mind.

“Is it any good?”

“Depends,” is your answer, echoing his early answer in a teasing tone of voice. You can hear him snort in good humour.

“We can go. Let me just put away these papers. Do I have to dress up?” You give him a quick look over before shaking your head.

“You can dress down for all I care. As long as you have something to cover your muscles.” The pillow cushion that hits you in response makes you laugh. You couldn’t help but poke fun at the other.

“Alright, alright. I’ll throw on my shoes. But you can’t go teasing me like that, I’m too old for it,” he insists lightly.

“You’re thirty-two, Arkin! You’re hardly old, Asshat.” His laughter from your bedroom gets that warm feeling in your gut to curl up close to your heart. Yeah, you’re pretty lucky to have this asshat in your life, despite the circumstances that brought you two together.

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We are currently writing for collectkin, The Collector, and Arkin at the moment. If you would like to request or give us ideas, it would greatly help us for our fic ideas. Thank you. You can find the options we have available here -> :)

At this time, we have 1 wip for a collectkin fic. We hope you enjoy any fics we have available at this time.

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AO3 has released their finance spending today. They collected US $207,088.91 during this donation drive. Here is a comment we have responded to if anyone was wondering on why ao3's spendings are: not much in the legal parts, promotion, and why it cannot be a "free social media like normal influences" use. If you would like to see more on their expenses, breakdowns on purchases, etc, here is the link to their: official post.

We are happy AO3 has collected more than their goal and can keep our works alive. We hope everyone enjoys their fics for the many days to come.

Under the cut, we have written out what our comment was for those who can't read or see the picture.

Commenter:

I can't believe it takes half a million to run this site every year (with how little improvement/development actually goes into this site)… and legal fees are a drop in the bucket compared to 'promotion/outreach'… why not just use free social media like normal influencers? You don't need to go to conventions (flights, hotels, booths, etc.).

gvtted-ratz:

Ao3, in a way, is a free site for fanfics and works, just like a library is with history and books. The "little improvement/development" is quite a lot. According to the actual report here, "47.2% of the OTW's expenses go towards maintaining the AO3. This includes the bulk of our server expenses—both new purchases and ongoing colocation and maintenance—website performance monitoring tools, and various systems-related licenses, as well as costs..." The filtering system is very nice here and hard to find in other places. Legal fees would be for those lawsuits. "Legal's expenses consist of registration fees for conferences and hearings and funds set aside for legal filings if necessary.." So this is only for when it is needed. The people who work on this site dedicate much of their time to keep it running. Conventions help with the donating and spread the word of AO3's dedication to keeping fan fiction alive and protected. A "free social media" site would not work for this extensive library of literary fan works/original works. We hope this helps. (We are not part of OTW but thought we could help answer your question).

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the collector

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The fag in me wants to make every blorbo or character I enjoy gay. But really, I don't think they all are. Of course everyone can do as they want. Just thinking that if they like you, they wouldn't care much on the label. (Slashers)

- Billy feels Bi or Pan to me (maybe even unlabled or something but not strictly gay).

- Michael could be Bi and Demiromantic.

- Jason is possibly Aro/Ace.

- Brahms seems to be straight but who knows? He could just not have met someone other than a gal he likes.

- Martin, that cutie, I say is unlabeled despite liking that gal who died in the tub (rip ma'am)

- Asa? We don't think about it. (Homoerotic with Arkin)

- Jesse? Man had a wife for an alibi. Probably not interested in anyone unless for benifits.

- Harry? He vibes. May or may not stare at people because they're hot.

- Bubba is Bubba. Bubba would not care. He just cares about family.

That's all I have for now. Tired brain. Tha k you for the ideas @rppik

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Ache in Your Blood

Alex Kralie x GN!Reader

Last Edited: 04/04/2024

TW: blood, stalking, bodily harm, kidnapping, canon-typical violence, reader is technically dead, reader is not the good guy

Requested: no

Word Count: 1,297

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Notes from @gvtted-ratz (writer/creator): We made it as vague as we could, but know that the reader’s build has Alex’s own in mind. When it says “you may be able to best him” etc., we mean that both him and the reader can be evenly matched, strength wise, although the rest of the reader's body is left up to interpretation. Another title is “Happy Birthday, Alex.”

Notes from @rppik (editor/co-writer): happy hunting!

You watch Alex from the shadows. He’s recording again, hoping to document the horrors you’ve all been through, although you were never included in this broken film project of his. You’ve been watching him from the very beginning, from the very moment Tim came into his life. The Operator followed Timothy, but you? Following his influence, you ended up going for someone else, someone who The Operator could benefit from.

The videos. The paranoia. The fear. The madness. All of it came from just one man who you have decided to watch and follow, just as The Operator has done with Tim and Jay. It’s not like that being, who has torn you apart just to remould you into what it thought would benefit it most to lure others, has any say in it. All it wants is pain, terror, and people’s life essence. You, on the other hand, want only him.

It’s hard not to when he has all that you lack. A real body, one that hasn’t been corrupted and tainted by The Operator. His life, despite it being pursued by your twisted creator. Lastly, his will to fight on. If you had any left, you’d put a stop to the thing that tore away your humanity.

You can tell Alex's intentions are good, or at least, were. You knew he was doing this to try and help his friends become free from The Operator. As more time passes, however, his actions have become warped as the sickness takes over. You know he cares for his friends, but being in constant proximity of The Operator changes people.

Likewise, you don’t remember making the mask on your face, the memories all but lost due to the scrambling of your being. However, deep in your fragmented mind, you can recall it being made some time before your untimely death at the hands of the eldritch horror. You had become obsessed with covering your face, plagued by the idea that it was horribly wrong. Now, the mask is your face. You rarely take it off after the events that led you to here, watching Alex.

He’s so loud, stomping through the foliage with that dingy camera of his. It has scrapes, bumps, and dirt all over the thing. If you hadn’t been keeping an eye on him this entire time, you would have thought the camcorder was just found at a junk sale, bought for a dime for the videos he takes. You can’t help but find it a little bit funny and maybe endearing.

Then again, those feelings of infatuation could just be another form of the obsessive tendencies that your past therapist talked to you about. The Operator’s influence on your mind likely isn't helping you form healthy connections to others, either. Regardless, you won’t be getting any answers from the doctor any more; you’re considered legally dead, after all.

Alex’s voice has grown a tad bit breathless from all the walking he's been doing; you see the exhaustion and tension within his posture. In his current state, you know you may be able to best him. You keep to your hidden spot, watching and waiting for him to get closer.

When he’s just about to pass you, you shoot up from your crouched position in the brush. The noises you create prompt the man to turn towards you entirely, trying to capture it all on film. You know the device doesn’t have a chance to actually catch your full figure, as you’re too close; not to mention, you’re actively tackling the man to the ground.

You can hear the air get knocked out of him as his back hits the ground, the camcorder falling into the weeds close by. In the next beat, you’re climbing on top, shoving and pushing away his flailing hands as he tries to fight back in a panicked manner.

You know that, in the past, Alex was never able to fight off the fear and pain your creator has caused him. So for him to experience this with you, some unknown attacker, you can only imagine it makes him feel even more helpless. You're sure it won’t be long before Alex is able to effectively defend himself again, however— This puts you on a very strict time limit to take advantage of his compromised state.

Your gloved hands reach for his throat, hoping to choke him out while he’s down. The punch to your mask puts that idea out of your head, however, as you feel your nose gush blood in response. The taste of copper only fuels you further, however, as the both of you try to incapacitate the other. You quickly realize you’ve underestimated his ability to recover from your initial attack, as he soon is able to sit back up. At this point, the both of you are using brute strength to try to best the other.

You smack him on the side of his ear, trying to disorient him enough to get the upper hand. You can hear his breathing grow ragged as he keeps fighting back. You’re forced to bite down on your tongue to keep from talking, not wanting to reveal your voice to him just yet, but in the conflict you bite into your tongue hard enough to draw blood– The force of his punch to your cheek nearly makes you bite the entire tip of your tongue off. A hiss of pain escapes you, but the sight of his lips and teeth stained red makes you smile a bit behind the plastic barrier over your face. You’re not sure if it’s the sight of his blood, or him being so close, but you can’t help but nearly whine at the sight of the man in this state.

In rapid succession, you aim a few blows to his face. He’s strong, but he's not as quick as you were recreated to be successful in these hunts for The Operator. While more blood is spilt, you don’t mind getting his blood on you, seeing it roll along his skin…. As he pauses, stunned by the rapid onslaught of pain, you’re able to slam him back down on his back. Unclenching your fists, you grasp his exposed throat in a death grip, staring down at your prize: His coughs sound wet from the blood flowing down into his mouth from his split lip, and one of his eyes is closed to keep the blood out from the split eyebrow.

As his struggling starts to die down, you lean close to him, your voice distorted from The Operator’s treatment of your body. “ ̸̳̍I̷̲̿ ̷̼̋a̷̮͂m̶̬̄ ̴͇͂t̵̫́h̵̲̀e̶̙͌ ̸̜̂a̴̼͋c̶̣͗h̸̰͘e̷͊ͅ ̶̲̐î̸̮n̸̋ͅ ̴͍̒ȳ̵͉õ̶̡u̷̺͠ŗ̴̿ ̵̬̏b̶̮̓l̶̲̽ȯ̵ͅo̷̤͗ď̴ͅ,̶͎̏ ̴̛̖K̴͙͊r̷̫͘a̸͎͘l̸̺̀i̸̠̊e̸̯̓.̸̛̟.” [1]

You continue to sit on top of his stomach, hands keeping his throat clasped tightly, as his consciousness starts to fade. Once his eye closes and his body goes lax, you let go. A loud sigh escapes you, the pain from your wounds finally registering. The buzz under your skin lets you know The Operator is near.

You’re quick to get to your feet and start grabbing the camcorder the man had dropped in the scuffle,turning it off and shoving it in his pant’s pocket; With this most precious item secured, you look Alex over with a hint of pride before squatting down to grab the unconscious man from under his arms. From there, you start to drag him. You know it’ll take a bit, but you have no doubt you can keep him subdued if need be.

With all this in mind, your eyes scan him over again. If one could see past the eyeholes in your mask, they’d see the sickness within them from the entity's control. Quietly, you mumble to your trophy’s form, “H̴̺̓a̶̙͑p̶̘͘p̶̟̊ȳ̶̩ ̸͖͘B̴̢͐i̷̘͘ṙ̵̡t̵̞̂h̸͔̎d̴͎͝ạ̴̛y̴̨͂,̶̣́ ̶̪́À̷̻l̴͚͠ê̴͈x̸̺̿.̴̱͑”. [2]

Word Key:

[1] I am the ache in your blood, Kralie.

[2] Happy Birthday, Alex.

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*grabbing mlm shippers by the shoulders* guys nobody needs to be the twink. nobody needs to be the sub. nobody needs to be the femboy. they can both be big fat hairy men who bask in each others masculinity or they can both be unspeakable monstrous creatures with inhuman genitalia it’s okay I’m holding your hand. Let me show you the way

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Come On, Now

Brahms Heelshire x Masc!Reader

Last Edited: 27/03/2024

TW: none

Anon: Brahms with (male or masc) reader making him leave the house? Can be either fic or Drabble idc

Word Count: 589

AO3 LINK -> HERE

Notes from @gvtted-ratz (writer/creator): We can do that, yes. We decided on a drabble (few hundred words) since we do believe, no matter what, Brahms probably would never leave his home (as is shown in the movie since he does not chase after Greta when she escapes before coming back). Hence, not it being a fic. Hope you enjoy. Another title is “Brahms touches grass for the first time in 20 years.”

Notes from @rppik (editor/co-writer): in which we make the lad touch grass.

Convincing the man to leave his own home is more trouble than you’d like to admit. It’s like a game of tug of war with a large mutt. Upon first suggesting he get some air, he'd reply with a pitiful, “Tomorrow?” in his practised child voice. Any attempt at insisting upon it gets shut down with him responding curtly, in his regular voice, “Not now.” And, well, arguing with him when he switches into his natural, gruff tone of voice is like trying to move a particularly fussy mountain. Until today, that is– not even Brahms is immune to persistent, well-meaning urges from his dear “nanny.”

“Are you sure I have to do this?” It’s a whining voice, one a child usually resorts to using when they can’t get their way. The man's uncanny ability to mimic a child's voice surely adds to that effect, also.

“Yes, Mr. Heelshire. It's for the best you step outside after so long. Not only have you never helped me with the rat traps, but you’ve never even been in the garden,” you finish with a sigh, already tired from this entire interaction. You’ve read that being cooped up in a place for too long can impact one’s health. That's why you’re trying to get Brahms to at least step outside his home for only a few minutes.

“Well, I don’t want to.” His bratty tone doesn’t match his large, tense frame.

“Come On, Now. Surely I’m not that bad of company,” you retort, not allowing him to try and back out.

“You are when you’re trying to be awful,” is his answer, tone cracking halfway through his sentence.

“Awful or not, your parents entrusted me in your care. This is part of the job. Now you’ll listen, or you won’t get a goodnight kiss. I’ll take it off the list for the day.” This seems to work, as Brahms has no more fighting words to give you. You grab ahold of his hand and start to tug him along to the back door. He follows with no protest, the warmth of his hand making yours sweat slightly.

Opening the door, you lead Brahms onwards, the sound of his heaving breathing and your footfalls echoing about as you both descend the steps. You don’t take him to the garden, instead leading him to one of the rat traps, sticking close to the house. You know he would freak out if you took him too far from his safe space and prison.

“See, Mr. Heelshire? This isn’t terrible now, is it?” He doesn’t respond, instead looking up at one of the many windows of the home. The one that has caught his eye has black smudges around it, evidence of a past fire from many years ago; it was before your time here at the house.

“No. It’s not bad. Thank you, Mr. [Redacted],” is his answer. At the prefix, you huff in amusement.

“Being polite won’t get you flattery, Mr. Heelshire. After all, you never use ‘Mr.’ when referring to me. Ever since the beginning of our time together.” After inhaling and holding it for a moment, you release the breath before turning towards the man. “We can go now. I only wanted you to experience outside without being trapped in that dusty house all the time. I’ve heard it helps with your health.”

With those words, you and Brahms head back inside. You can only hope he’ll allow you to make this a daily thing. You just want what’s best for him.

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Brahms with (male or masc) reader making him leave the house? Can be either fic or Drabble idc

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Please read all the tags and ratings. That work was completed back in 2021. This also does not make us want to update any of our things as we are very busy and feel pressured on something we do for fun.

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