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ambrossart · 2 months

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I have trouble understanding how bullying works in Paper Man. Are the Bowers gang really a bunch of bullies or is that just their reputation?

Vic clearly doesn't like to fight, although he does when he has to, he clearly seems annoyed with all the trouble the gang brings him.

Belch the same, he seems nice and doesn't seem to fight when it's not necessary, he uses his reputation and his scary/imposing build to get people to leave him alone or get what he wants (like the burgers lol), but he doesn't seem like the type to bully (maybe I'm biased by my vision of the character).

Patricio is just carrying around his reputation as a weird guy who kills animals, so he's enjoying it, but is he actively a bully?

For Henry it is another story. We saw it the day he returned, he was ready to attack a freshman because he was dressed differently (Evelyn's legs saved the poor kid that day)

I really love your story, I jump on all the chapters as soon as they come out on Ao3, thank you for your work.

Are they bullies? I guess that depends on who you ask 😂

I think most students, especially the upperclassmen, view them as a nuisance, nothing more. Henry and his friends don't run the school. They're not popular. They have little influence over the greater student body. They're just... there, basically.

For example: Liz Mueller, a senior and the most popular girl in school, didn't even know who Henry Bowers was until she thought about it for a while, and even then he was reduced to: "The kid who always looks like he's gonna stab somebody?" Henry's not even on her radar. That's how insignificant he is.

See, Henry and his gang mostly target the underclassmen and the less popular upperclassmen (like Paul and Lenny, the geeks and the nerds). To these kids, they absolutely are bullies and they make high school really annoying, especially Henry Bowers. When he's in school, all the vulnerable students need to be on high alert. They need to watch what they say, what they do, because anything—anything—can set off Henry's temper. He's been compared to a landmine and I think that's pretty accurate. One wrong move and kiss your ass goodbye, right?

But do students spend their lives cowering in fear of him? No, because they're used to it now. This is their reality. Henry's not going anywhere. Nobody's gonna stand up to him and stop him. So all they can do is adapt and try to survive high school as best as they can. Some have even developed a sense of humor about it. They place bets against each other. They have streak records. It's almost like a game.

Now to answer your question more thoroughly, Paper Men takes place in the 1988-89 school year. The boys are a lot older now (15-17, with Patrick being the oldest), so they're starting to outgrow that schoolyard bully phase of their lives. They're less interested in bullying little kids and more interested in going to parties, drinking, dating, etc. I'll speak about each member specifically below:

— We see this the most with Belch. He's the one who seems to be trying the hardest to move on to the next stage of his life. Right now, he's working really hard to better himself. He's got a job. He has a girlfriend. He's doing everything he can to support his mom. Out of everyone, he's the most sociable (at least with his classmates), but he still slips into old habits occasionally, which is why we often see him stealing students' lunches (sorry, Donny). Basically, if he's not with Henry, Belch is an okay guy—not a saint, but not terrible—and he's very polite to all the girls. His mother would never forgive him if he wasn't.

So, yes, Belch has no interest in being a bully, at least not anymore. It's his loyalty to Henry that keeps him in the gang. Belch feels responsible for him.

— With Vic, I agree that his heart has never been in it. Bullying takes too much energy and he's tired enough as it is. Vic absolutely hates school. It's annoying and exhausting for him. He just wants to get through the day and go home. So is he violent? Not really (although he did punch Lenny Arkins in the kidney once, hard enough to make him piss blood), but he's still far from friendly. Vic is very moody and withdrawn, and he has a razor-sharp tongue. I wouldn't be surprised if some curious girls have learned that the hard way. He still has a lot of secret admirers, though. Next to Patrick, I could see him being the most popular among girls. Just saying.

Anyway, Vic had his reasons for joining the Bowers gang, sure, but we can definitely see his patience wearing thin. He has expressed this several times throughout the story. I think hanging out with Henry used to be fun for him (he speaks fondly about their past in Ch. 12, for example); perhaps it was even a little therapeutic; but now he's feeling incredibly empty and lost. Vic's deeply dissatisfied with how his life has turned out, but he doesn't really know how to change that. He's just... stuck.

— With Patrick, I wouldn't consider him a bully, and he was never really, truly, part of Henry's group either. Yeah, he hangs out with them occasionally, when they're doing something interesting, but never for very long. He just sorta comes and goes as he pleases. He also hangs out with Martin Davers and his group.

Patrick had a nasty reputation because of what he did when he was younger, but now he's mostly known for his flirtatious/lecherous behavior. Patrick prefers it that way. Very much. Right now he's trying really hard to stay under the radar. So unless Henry is doing something deliciously violent (which Patrick would never be able to resist), Patrick prefers to quietly pursue his other hobbies. Bullying little kids doesn't interest him. He has better things to do.

— Lastly with Henry, I think we all know where he stands. He's a bully through and through. He likes to pick on people smaller and weaker than him because it makes him feel powerful. It gives him control. While everyone else is growing up and moving on with their lives, Henry seems to be getting worse. It's getting harder and harder for him to control his anger. Bullying kids isn't enough anymore. Hitting people isn't enough anymore. And I think everyone knows it's only a matter of time before he snaps.

tldr; yes they're technically bullies, especially to the underclassmen, but most of them have started to outgrow this behavior.

#answered asks #thanks for the ask!#bowers gang #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #victor criss #it stephen king #it 2017 #it fanfiction #paper men #ambrossart

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plusreaderswhenever · 3 months

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Can I bother you for an Iggy, Larry and Lenny + Reader fic? They’re my favorite Koopalings and I love them so much lol

Signed,

You are the best ever!

Please don’t be disappointed that I took so long to make this and it’s so very short, though I’m sure you won’t mind haha- I believe I have suffered from writer’s block for the past few days but I think it’s starting to get better, thank goodness!

You sat on a folding chair facing a makeshift stage made of a wrapping paper tube held up by furniture on each side, with light blankets clamped to the tube itself. On either side of you, also on folding chairs, were Larry and Iggy, two of the infamous clan of seven siblings- the koopalings. Lemmy had invited you along with two of his brothers to witness his newest circus act.

You waited excitedly next to Larry and Iggy, those brothers I mentioned. They were excited too, and the three of you talked while Lemmy prepared the trick backstage. “What do you think he’s going to do?” Iggy asked, flapping his hands with a goofy smile. “I don’t know, but it’ll be pretty fantastic!” Larry answered.

Lemmy called from the other side. “I’m ready! And are YOU ready, to see the greatest performance of your lives?” Larry, Iggy and you said “Yep!” “Yup!” And “Mm-hm!” Respectively. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” “WE’RE READY, LEMMY!” You all yelled enthusiastically.

The space between the blankets opened fully for Lemmy to roll through on his signature yellow-with-orange-stars circus ball. He was spinning plates on sticks, one in each hand. He bounced high on the ball, and the plates still stayed on their sticks! He did a few more bounces and rolled the ball in a circle under it, but he was so good at balancing that nothing went the tiniest bit out of place. To finish, he put one stick and plate on top of the other and twirled himself around as well as them to make a tall, spinning tower that unbelievably didn’t fall.

The trick finished and he took his bow to a round of applause from you, Larry and Iggy. “Thank you, thank you!” He ran up and hugged you all individually since he was little, then Iggy scooped you, Larry, and Lemmy up into a hug of his own.

“That was amazing, Lemmy!” You cheered. “You rocked!” Said Larry, pinching Lemmy’s cheek teasingly. Lemmy lightheartedly stuck his tongue out at Larry.

The group hug ended, and Iggy tossed Lemmy up and down in the air in celebration. He did so a bit recklessly, but Lemmy didn’t seem to mind. In fact he was laughing, and the rest of you were too.

It was a good time!

#larry koopa #lemmy koopa #iggy koopa #fanfiction by me

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bombshelllblonde · 1 month

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heyyyyyy im backkk!!!!!!!

invading ur ask box again lol, sorry!!!!!!

this might start being a thing

ANYWYAS

i totally forgot to mention last time hiw muvh i love lenny, mary-beth and hosea and tilly and MOLLY O SHEA omg

the drinking mission w lenny is one of my favorites, and I LOVE PLAYING DOMINOES W TILLY MY GIRL SHE IS THE BEST

AND SADIE I LOVE HER SM

Like yea gurl!!!!! kill the o driscolls!! kill them all!! avenge ur pookie!!! rahhh!!!

Mary-beth and kieran are my blorbs. my pookies. my babbygirls. my schmookums

molly o'shea that woman that she is i love her so so so much

i feel so bad for her tho w her fights w dutch :(

speaking of dutch, idk i have like a neutral (slightly negative) view of him???

i dislike how he treats molly, and w how he treats mary-beth?? (inst dutch also like 40-50 and mary-beth like 20-smth? idk im probably rlly biased in this lol)

ALSO another reason dutch be chosing Micah the rat over what is his basically adopted son??

im definitely biased in this but wtv lmao

but he hasnt really done much so i dont hate him, but i dont like him either

moving on, do yk if theres any way to explore blackwater + south of it while playing as arthur? i wanna get all the dinosaur bones and legendary animals !!

i replayed the 'americans at rest' mission, yk w bill (i think) javier and charles at the bar (towards the beginning of the game)

its so fucking funny i cannot

arthur walks in, uses his amazing charmer skills (LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER) and then bill runs in, punches a guy therefore starting a bar fight, HERE COME CHARLES WITH THE STEEL CHAIR, arthur gets his ass kicked and then kicks ass and nearly beats the guy half to death

yk when jack grows up and tells epople abt his dear ol uncle arthur that uncle lore drop boutta be CRAZYYYY

did i mention charles throwing a chair? its my favorite part could you tell

i have a pretty neutral view of john marston ig, i kinda hope he steps up and gets the stick outta his ass, starts being a father to jack or smth but im trying not to get my hopes up lmao

thats it for now!!!! hope u have a nice day!!!!

(thanks for responding to these btw! lmk if im bothering u tho, ty for letting me ramble abt my hyperfixation lmao)

okay lsitennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn rdr2 has been mt hyper fixation since July of 2022 when my brother in law gave me his old ps4 and the game and i don’t think ive shut up about it since i started playing. My entire personality is rdr2. And my current outlet/therapy is writing my rdr2 fanfiction

it’s gotten to the point where my family has literally started buying me cowboy/outlaw stuff. when I was a teenager i loved owls so everyone got me owl things. now im obsessed with cowboys at 26 years old and every gift I receive has something to do with outlaws

My sister got me a cameo of Roger Clark talking to me as Arthur for my 25th bday and literally nothing has ever topped that. It was the most amazing gift ever and now I have a video of Arthur Morgan saying my name and talking to me about my horses!!!! It’s so amazing I watch it all the time

unfortunately there isn’t any way to explore blackwater as Arthur unless you get like mods or something. the AI immediately roll up and the bounty hunters shoot him dead if you try to get into west Elizabeth

do you know how to play dominoes??? Literally ive only ever played 5 finger fillet in that game because i cant fucking play dominoes or poker bc i don’t know how

also Tilly is amazing just wait until later in the game. there’s a mission that really solidified the love i have for Arthur being the protective older brother

Dutch is sooooo complex and i think that’s why i love him so much. i won’t get too deep into my feels for him just yet bc i want you to keep going without me saying anything but once you get farther into the game we can talk about him!!!

Hosea and Dutch are literally my gay fathers. I love them so much. Their love for each other literally makes my tummy flip I love it so so so much

Also I’d let Charles hit me with a chair too, tbh. Love of my life

I never disliked Molly but I didn’t like her either, I think she’s just too much of a loud mouth. Felt like to me she could have not been in the game and it wouldn’t have changed much. Idk

And John’s complexity we can talk about after you progress a lil further. I honestly don’t want to spoil anything or give it away unless you don’t care about spoilers. But I’m just gonna stay quiet until you let me know 😂😂😂😂

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr 2 #dutch van der linde

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sweetestpopcorn · 1 year

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genuine question:

how has your fandom experience been after [derogatory] show?

I'm asking because there has been such a huge wave of fans and content and given how the show has been nothing like the book it feels a bit lonely for those who crave content more similar to canon.

So, how do you cope?

Hi there!

Oh wow. That pretty much sums it up.

I have made no secret of my absolute distaste towards redacted and as such, I have spared myself, my eyes, brain, basic intelligence... the punishment of subjecting myself to any of it.

I have the tags blocked and I unfollowed anyone showing THAT any support. It was pretty funny to see people do a turn on their convictions all because of shiny dragons that look more like Jurasic Park (lol), more likes for their posts, and... I don't know trying to look "smart" while they try to find sense in one of the dumbest shows in existence.

If I had gotten my will I would know nothing of it. Alas... I got sent a lot. How much? Yes. So unfortunately I have to live with the fact that I know what happens there and WOW. WOW.

My friend @xenonwitch can attest to the fact that we read all the spoilers and STILL got surprised at sh:t. We legit laughed at a couple of things like:

1- Droopy dying of leprosy which is a disease that does not exist in the asoiaf universe -> the asoiaf version of leprosy is greyscale. Y'all besties are welcome <3

2- Lenny staying alive and Renada and Matt's marriage being a sham and the two of them consciously making their children bastards -> s_ck on that notAegon and notViserys! You thought only the Weak children were illegitimate?! Now you are as well so there!

personally my favourite 3- Dracaryssice by Lana.

I remember when Fae told me of Lana I was so excited. It was so ridiculous that I was like I wanted it to be true... but I was afraid I was getting my hopes up and would be disappointed... but then it happened and I was more joyful than I could say like ❤️🥰 #YASS

4 - Almond Milk accidentally killing Loserys

I will give a honourable mention to Matt chocking Renada while she was pregnant because like with Lana I prayed this was true ❤️ and then it was <3 and the scene was so ridiculous!

I am so happy because I saw so-called "Daemyra" shippers acting all smug defending this trash because the show portrayed Matt like a loser simp going after the girlboss who doesn't give 2 flying f_cks about him -> because women having toxic masculinity traits and men being emasculated is today's modern media version of a "good" story - being proved wrong when haha Matt chocked Renada. And on that note, that was the only scene I liked Matt because honestly F_CK THAT CHICK. She's this weird version of seasons 7 and 8 showArya mixed with Cersei mixed with... I don't know, but she's DEFINITELY not bookRhaenyra! Gods what a joke!

Ok moving on, and before I do, I would like to share me and Fae are thinking of doing a podcast tearing this f_cking sh_t apart. I won't watch the show but she will - #pray4fae2022 - and then we will have fun in the show. And get angry. And pull out the books and compared them to the "unbiased true telling" of HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOL no it's redacted. It's only redacted. Show canon and book canon are not the same honeys, Turtle sell out said it, Elio and Linda said it, people interviewing said sell out said it. Ryan is as delusional as Trump. Someone get him help. Someone brave. Because his characters can't stay in character from one scene to the next let alone in between episodes and everything out of the actors' mouths in interviews is like "What?!" But whatever, enough rant.

For the most part besides being a tad angry at people defending this trash - I mostly avoid things but still have things sent to me - was getting a lot of new readers and attention to the point I struggle to get back to people. I received this with a mixture of happiness because many of these people are amazing and genuinely like my story and opened their eyes to what trash redacted is, but also sadness because of how it got there.

As for the content I wouldn't be able to tell you because even before redacted I don't search for Dance content sorry 🤷🏽‍♀️

I've said it before, will again. I have been a part of other fandoms as a consumer -> HP, Twilight (lol sue me b:tches), etc -> and I can tell you the asoiaf fandom - for me personally - does not have that many good fanfictions. Honest to god I have read them since like 10 years ago? And to this date I can count on my hand how many of them I was blown away by. Now, comparing that to the HP fandom, literally in two pages I will find at least one that will blow my freaking mind. But this isn't a big surprise for me since this fandom has some of the most insane takes (and people) I have ever seen.

Dance related fics... oh boy!

Anon, when I read Fire and Blood I wanted a fic like the one I wrote and I searched for it. There was nothing, Daemon/Rhaenyra as a pairing were like a sidenote in fics that existed and even so there was what? One page in AO3 I read them and like.... what? There were more fics of her and Criscel and I am just like... did we read the same book?

After I started writing a few others things started showing up slowly (veeeeeeerryyyyyy slowly) but when I read them it was just... No. It was just a No.

So much trash from Daemon r@ping Rhaenyra to Rhaenyra acting like a sociopathic Lolita in almost every story to... I will stop myself right here. So for the longest time I have stopped searching for anything. I am just setting myself up for disappointment.

If something is good I trust it will eventually be sent my way, if not... sorry but I rather miss it than go over the tags because 🤢

I think one of the most important lessons I learned from my time in the fandom is: If you want something and it doesn’t exist don’t complain, do it yourself. So this is what I do. I write what I want to read and if I want art, because I can’t draw lol I search for an artist I like and commission them to do something I want to see. I take control and do it myself as opposed for waiting for others to do something that fits into what I want. And if I can share I am made SO HAPPY for it.

So on that regard redacted has not changed my experience because I have long ago gave up on finding things at random. On that note, however, I don’t think some people realise that I have a home, I work a full time very demanding job, and I have friends and family. I have very limited free time for me alone, and my fic takes HUGE amounts of work and effort from me, so even if I wanted I wouldn’t have the time to read others fics. Eventually I might if it gets sent my way or something, but usually I am busy doing something else.

Like... I currently have 100 asks here. More than 100 comments to reply to on AO3, tons of fics to update. People asking me to update this and that... I just...

Lonely though I don’t feel. I made tons of friends throughout the year with GOOD taste and love of logic. And it was the best thing writing fanfiction ever gave me <3 other people to nerd out about my fav characters with <3 and that’s everything.

This was too long already. Long live the books, and dracarys (accidentally dracarys 😏) the show(S)!

PS: Would you like to hear me and Fae just tearing redacted apart? I will bring my ratty copy of Fire and Blood to it!

#Rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #fire and blood #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #dance of the dragons #pre asoiaf #renada tedesco #matt tedesco #redacted #the limp prince #nobody's delight #anti hotd #fae let's rant and record it!#man this was a lot out of my chest #by accident!#good luck to you Anon!#popcorn answers

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look-at-the-soul · 9 months

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Hi! It's gossip girl❤️ omg I'm so sorry this is only getting sent now' I wrote most of it the day after I sent the last one and then the anxiety hit and's now I finally have time to finish it! But I hope you're doing well today❤️❤️

And awe!! The puppy🥲🥲🥲 I think all dogs just deserve the biggest hugs🥰🥰 🥰🥰

And lol 😂😂 You do sound like a mom but like it's totally correct😂 Moms have the best advice (usually)😂 School is very expensive and it doesn't stink when people aren't able to make it though! I have a few friends who've done that and it's not fun!😭 and Omg! That's crazy about the engineer!

And ohh that's great about part 4 of The Runway!! I a saw it on my dash today but haven't had time to read it yet!! I did see that it's a bit of a cross over though 🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰 Baby Lenny Desreves all the hugs too😂

And omg the snippets😂😂 I think I have like 10 individual ones right now that I have bits and pieces of😂 Just the other day I wrote like 2k words but for about four different stories😂😅Omg you're totally right! We are worse than lawyers😂😂

🥰🥰🥰 I think you are definitely a safe spot!❤️❤️ And OMG NO! I promise you taking time to reply doesn't trigger my anxiety at all! You are absolutely perfect! I can't really explain why my anxiety happens on here very well🥲 I know here it happens like I'll post something and be excited to post it and then I'll see a lot of other people will be active at the same time and that'll kinda pysch me out and I'll hide for a few days😅 Or I'll have time to get on and see a lot of stuff on my dashboard and then I'll start feeling bad like if I don't interact with every single post and say something people will thing I don't like them or don't care what they've work hard on. I do it's just sometimes the idea of saying something is scary😅😂 and that's really not a good explanation if it at but it's the general gist!

Oh no! I'm sorry people tired to pressure you in high school/college about that stuff! I'm the same way right now about drinking (nothing against it, it's just not super my thing) But I am lucky enough that the friends I do hangout with more often don't pressure me into doing anything I don't want to! Like the friends I'm closest with now we have a good number of similar interest but on the stuff I'm really into (like Peaky Blinders and Reading and stuff like on here) I haven't met many people offline to talk to about it. So even when I do have the fiends I have, it don't have anyone who I could tell everything too. Also honestly most of the activities I enjoy that aren't like writing fics aren't sports but are like woodwork or building so it's a bit harder to find people around me that are into it under forty😂😂😅😅 Plus being as introverted as I am it can be harder to get out and meet new people to do stuff😅 Buts it's pretty good! I have the friends offline I have and they really are great, and my family is great, and Everyone here (like you🥰) is great too! So even if I'm not super close with one specific person I'm happy knowing everyone I do know🥰🥰

And yes! You have absolutely helped!🥰 interacting off anon has become much easier, even if I still go through spurts of it! And for somethings like requesting I still do use anon and like I'll let the person know how much I liked it on anon, but I'll also try to say something about it off anon too now😂😅 Which may sound weird, but I guess it's a way for my to let the person who I requested it from know I saw it and liked it without having to tell them I'm the one so did it (because for some reason that makes me nervous too) And then I can let them know I liked it off anon too so I'm a little less 👻 like😅

And yes! I have been on a bit of an inspiration spree! But a at the same time I'm having a hard time finish things now😂😂 I'll jump from idea to idea and have a bunch of little collections now. So I guess I have a bunch of mini back up stories😂

And you're totally right! Alfie is an absolutely gem! Tom Hardy did a great job! The world needs more Alfie content of all kinds and Cyril!! 🥰🥰I like to imagine he lived happily ever after and got all the treats he deserves! SK give us the truth!!😂😂!!And thank you! I'm glad you liked that little idea! Alfie's so fun to write! He's honestly the biggest idea kick I've had recently! 😂😂 And OMG yes!! Alfie would absolutely read it aloud and and explain things to Cyril!! He'd probably ask the pup for opinions on what to write back! AND OMG! He'd make Cyril "sign" his paw print at the end of each letter!!🥰🥰 That may be an idea I have to hold on to!

And oh I don't know! I haven't seen the movie with Ripner yet (it's Red Eye) right? Though I've seen like the gifs! But I really can't imagine someone being more coocoo than Crane😅😅 Once you got past that man's iron clad shell he'd definitely be into some kinky stuff (and that's totally ignoring his glaringly obvious fear kink😂😅) But his is definitely funny at times! He's got that dry humor that just pops out at times😂 But he definitely like changed between those two scenes! I love those gifs😂 And I did see that request and loved it🥰🥰🥰 It was such a good fic!!

OMG OMG OMG!! STEVEN MCGARRETT MY DARLING LOVE😍😍😍 Tell me more😂😂🥰🥰 I actually have had a few fix ideas for that series too, but Hawaii Five O is definitely another one id my comfort shows (Along with NCIS) but I get what you mean about Scott Cann (Danny, Who's also the son of the Dad in Elf?) being in other stuff and Alex O'Loughlin (Steve, who's apparently Australian?😂) not being in much! I think Alex was a producer of Hawaii Five O though so I thing he's done more of that stuff recently! But omg I absolutely adore that show! I feel like Danny and Steve have a similar friendship to Alfie (Steve) and Danny (Tommy) if that makes sense😂😂

And yes! The mail stamping videos make it look so easy!! And lol I've done that before😂 And I agree that the bigger stamps can be easier, even with the polish it can be hard to get some of the super small designs!

I hope your concert went well (I think you said it was at the end of May?) And OHH YES YES YES! Luke Bryan all the way!! I think one of the first songs I was able to fully memorize was "Play it Again" 🥰🥰 I love his work! And Jason Aldean and Brad Preasly too🥰🥰

Thanks for the chat! And I'm so so sorry it took me so long to get this back to you😅😅 I promise I'll be quicker next time🥰🥰

I hope you have a great week🥰🥰 XoXo GG🥰🥰

Hello darling!! Please don’t apologize specially if it’s because you went through an anxiety episode, how are you doing now? ❤️‍🩹 I’m doing alright thanks! Well not so well got an ear infection and the meds are making me feel terrible but I’m hoping to get out soon!

Right? 🐾 they have so much love to give us and that’s all they ask in return ♥️♥️

Hahahah now I don’t know to take it as a compliment or feeling old 👵🏻 🤣 just kidding! I’ve always been like that, worrying about people around me thinking of 1,000 they will mess up and me trying to prevent it LOL but I do hope something in my advices works for you ☺️ yeah unfortunately and to think it’s so hard to get a job and make enough money to monthly payments (but don’t you worry about it yet! You have to focus on school ☺️ and that’s enough for now). Right? But I also know people who are very successful in fields completely different to what they originally studied and that’s amazing!

Oh yes!! 🤭 I had the idea to make a crossover between The Runway and The Photoshoot did you read it afterwards? Should I do it again? 📸 aww I love Lenny!!! Need to start working on part 6 tho and I’m thinking about maybe finish it in part 8 to continue working in something else… a new Emmett or Robert Fischer story 🤔🤐🤫

WOW!!! You have a lot of WIP 🚧 love it!!! Have you been able to write some more? -how’s the summer job going btw?- 📖 will the wip list ever end?? (Deep down I don’t want it to end, I just want to write, write, write..) 👏🏻👏🏻 that’s amazing!! It means you let the ideas flow freely 🥰

🥹 this is the best thing I could’ve read! ❤️‍🩹 thank you for that *jumps on the screen and gives you a tight hug*

Don’t worry about it, really (I know it’s easier said than done..), but the thing is tumblr is kind of messed up somehow, one day I logged in and all I could see it was posts from like a week ago, and I refreshed like 5 times, sometimes I don’t see a story being posted right away, but a day or two later and thanks to a reblog (reblogs are magic btw)… other days the tags won’t work 🤷🏻‍♀️ a lot of things can happen in between, but I totally understand how you feel, when I hit the post button I get so nervous and sometimes there are interactions, sometimes there are not, but I think well the story/part is there in my masterlist for anyone who wants to read.

Something I’ve learn is no matter what you do, you will never get it back, but do it anyways. I’m always sharing and reblogging stories because I know how important it is, I’ve noticed it doesn’t work in both ways, but a few days ago I saw a post about if it’s only for one single person that likes your work, keep doing it for that person, or if you only have like 30 people, imagine 30 people in your home right now, that’s a lot! 🥰😍 do what you feel comfortable with, start little by little, a small comment, a thought, whatever makes you feel good, just know it’s natural that you feel that way, but who knows? Maybe your small comments ignites something in the writer and you end up finding a nice friendship? 💖

It’s alright, it’s part of growing up and growing out of people too… keep those friends close! Your close group has a huge impact in the person you become, oh I feel ya! Non of my friends like PB either 🥺 too bad.. and frankly Im terrified of speaking about tumblr in the real world, what if the people I know read what I write?! I’d die from embarrassment 😅 Can you imagine? I haven’t told my best friend scared what she’d think of me, so we better keep company each others on here, we can be anonymous bff 👯‍♂️ … ohhh what kind of woodwork?!

I’d looove to be more DIY, I have my Pinterest invaded with bedroom and living room projects, library, the outdoors decor but I don’t do it 😂 perhaps that’s why I love to add it to my character Yael in the Photoshoot 📸 hahah no but maybe you can find people! The other day I found a woman presenting her work as carpenter 🪑 the pieces I saw were amazing!! Can we make an introverts club please? Noisy people make me feel uncomfortable and when I go to the office I come back home with no energy left 😔 which made me remember I found a book for introverts, I will read it and tell you more about it, maybe you find it interesting, that’s lovely! And so true everyone is amazing with their characteristics 🥰

I started just like that, as anon sending small messages to a couple of writers on here until I was brave enough to say hey it’s me! 😁 and it’s been a lovely community ever since! Oh you’re so right! From the requests I’ve post, I always wonder if the person who sent it actually saw it (because sometimes it takes me so long to write it), so it’s nice if you go back to give a little comment off anon and let the person know 😍 hahah and then you’re no longer a ghost 🤣

Hope you have been using that inspiration spree to the max! I love to read the little snippets you send me, haha but that’s good your mind is working at speed! ☺️ have you been able to finish any of them in the mean time? That’s nice well, at least to me I’ve a few like that so if I feel frustrated at a story I turn around and there are another four little ones screaming at me -I feel like a mom of triplets or something if one starts crying the rest of them as well - 😂😂🤣 the same goes for writing or is it just me?

I simply cannot imagine someone else playing Alfie’s part, his mannerisms are very particular and he’s really funny (Idk if that was SK intention) but he nailed it! Aww yes! Loads of treats for Cyril! (I wonder what happened to him in real life) I try to include him whenever I can in a story, and recently I’ve been reading a couple of Alfie stories. Have you been writing for him? OMG that’s the best idea ever! I can totally picture it 🤩🤩 bet he’d ask Cyril for advice too, but the big question is are you writing it?

Yes it’s Red Eye ( can be confusing with Red Lights too!) 😅😂 you’re so funny but yes Crane is a bit coocoo 🤭 but Ripner wins the award, so creepy that he had been watching the girl and knew all about her… oh my 😈 do you think so? 🤭 but now that you mention it… yes I bet there’s a kinky side to Jonathan 😏 I think my favorite side of him would be his sarcasm god I think all of his answers are oh no this idiot is talking again… *rolls eyes-* haha aww I enjoyed writing for him!

Would you believe me if I say I googled Alex a bit ? 🙈 guilty! Turns out he was so stressed and into his character he had to go to rehab for it for a while, I think he’s missing from half a season or something like that… and he actually lives in Hawaii ♥️ oh I used to watch that show too! Dinozzo made me laugh so hard! And the girl at the lab Abbi was hilarious! What? Scott is related to Elf? Really? *shocked* oh wow!! Guess being a producer is something common then, since Cillian also became a producer of PB and I just heard Margot Robbie was also a producer for Barbie (I guess I should have become a producer instead of my real life job!) definitely!!! That combo sounds similar to Tommy and Alfie! 😂 how great is that you also like them!?!

Side note: I gave up the stamping 😂😂 I wasn’t made for that lol guess I will have to find a new hobby now… there’s a show I used to see “Justified” with Timothy Olyphant (guess the last name is wrong), he was sarcastic as hell and I loved it!! But they took it from the channel and now is back on Hulu (which I don’t have) :(

Oh yes! The show was unbelievably great! It was packed, loads of people from all places but we got some good places, standing, I had the time of my life, I’m planning to go and see them (Westlife) in Boston or Chicago next year, I need more 🍀🇮🇪💚 I’ve been listening to their music and their new album took me by surprise, it has an awesome electric sound, so different from all the previous albums… yeah! Almost, end of June ☺️

Have you been to any concert lately? Oh “play it again” is a great song! Love it! I wanted to see Luke in Las Vegas (he had a residency), but the dates wouldn’t work… those 3 are my favorites for country music, haven’t heard them in a while tho..

And I finished this one! I’m still missing one you sent a while ago I will try to finish that one before you reply to this (sorry about that)

Oh before I go! Have you seen Oppenheimer yet? Did you went to see Barbie too?

And I will leave the answer to your previous message here because I’ve been reblogging a lot of stuff 🤭

Loved this chat so so much! 💖 like always it’s a pleasure to hear from you GG, I hope you’ve been doing fine! And looking forward to hear from you! ♥️🥰

Take care, enjoy your summer! Write some more, have a blast you’re so young, and whatever you do, do it from the heart ♥️ ✨

Talk to you soon, xoxoGG 😘

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Good Things Come in Three - Arthur/Reader/Sadie (NSFW)

Summary: You and Arthur skip the gang's celebratory party in favor of some alone time, barely closing the door of the hotel room before freeing each other of your clothes. Naked and on the bed, you almost get down to business when Sadie knocks on your door, asking if she could join the fun. You didn't expect the night to take such a turn, but that's not to say you're opposed to what she's suggesting.

Words: 5,157

Warnings: threesome, girl on girl kissing, face sitting, honestly, nothing too out of the line, just some good ol' F/F/M

A/N: I've wanted to write an RDR2 threesome for months now, and finally, it happened! Hopefully there'll be more to cum (lol) I actually have a rough draft of a Arthur/Reader/Charles sitting in my folder, so maybe I'll do something with it soon. Also, I'm going to horny jail.

AO3 Link.

With successful completion of a big score came a big celebration. The job was two weeks in the making and involved half a dozen members of the gang, you included. A small bank in a cholera ridden town, though heavily guarded with lawmen both inside and around it; you knew there was more to it. After a little bit more digging, you discovered that one of the residents of town struck gold and was keeping his findings there for the time being. It took careful planning and rigorous preparations but on the chosen day, you were all ready.

Contrary to how the gang’s plans often went, this one went rather smoothly (probably due to inclusion of you and Sadie, women’s touch as they say) and not a day later the gang was about $40,000 richer, a few gold bars heavier and miles away.

The spirits were high; Not only did the job go smoothly, but nobody got hurt or caught. Dutch was ecstatic and decided that celebration was in order. As soon as you came upon a town with a functioning saloon in it, all the horses and the wagons were stopped and everybody went inside.

The saloon, which only a few minutes before was quiet and deserted, with only the barman standing and polishing the empty glasses, quickly filled with two dozen of the gang members and their combined laughs, cheers and songs.

“What’s your name, mister?” Dutch said to the barman as the gang filed into the saloon.

“Howard, sir.”

“Howard,” Dutch repeated as he shook Howard’s hand and inconspicuously slid a few bills into his hand. “These people,” he said and motioned to the members that had already scattered themselves around the saloon, some at the poker table, some by the bar stock. “They had a rough go at it. Can you please make sure they have a pleasant evening?”

“Well, of course, sir!” Howard beamed, already putting the bills in his back pocket. “I’ve been serving drinks at this saloon since before the war, sir, I know what people need.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Dutch said, patting Howard on the back. “Now, people,” he turned his attention to the gang, his voice raising a few octaves. “Tonight, we celebrate. I want all of you to enjoy yourself. Drink, eat, gamble and do whatever else you want, as much as you want. You deserve it.”

Dutch’s address was met with loud cheers and long applause and thus, the night began.

The last time Howard served so many people so quickly was in ’65 when the war ended. Yet, even then he didn’t remember having to go into the basement to bring more stock and having to wake up his sons so they could help serve the patrons quicker. As he filled each glass to the brim, he wondered how people could drink so much.

You wondered too as you watched your fellow gang members down one drink after another after another. Some fared better than others. Dutch and Hosea, preferring to enjoy their liquor rather than get wasted, sat in the corner of the room by the fire, nursing their whiskey and already planning their next move. Lenny, still being young and inexperienced, was already dancing hand in hand with Sean, who despite not being new to drinking, couldn’t hold his liquor. Pearson, along with Uncle, started playing their instruments and added live music to the mix of singing, laughter and talking that already filled the saloon. Even Charles joined in on harmonica a few times.

Howard wondered what the lot of you did to call for such a celebration, but he knew better than to ask questions. The money was paid and the drinks were sold; that’s all that mattered.

To say that you were tipsy was an understatement. Perhaps drinking a shot of whiskey and chasing it with a beer was not a good idea, but good ideas rarely made their way into your head, especially when running with the Van Der Linde gang. You were sitting in Arthur’s lap, your arms draped lazily over his form, your head on his shoulder. The two of you were sitting at the poker table, with the other players being Javier, John and Micah. All four of the men were far too drunk to make the right moves or plan their strategies, yet it didn’t stop them from gambling their share of the bank job and hoping for the best.

Unsurprisingly to you, Arthur was winning. Out of all the four men, he was the least inebriated (no thanks to his big size and ability to hold liquor), and even when the drinks were not in play, Arthur was generally a good player, knowing when to hold, to fold, or to walk away. Each time he won some, you’d land a kiss on his neck or his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Good job, love.” The stoic, ruthless gunslinger would turn into mush at your words and your touch, and with a pink blush on his cheeks would say, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Despite enjoying a game of poker from time to time yourself, you found yourself a little bored and were looking forward to when the game would finish. As you sat in Arthur laps, waiting for the men to call it a night, your eyes traveled over the saloon, taking in the scenery around. It was a nice change to see the gang members so happy and carefree, the only thing on their mind, their next drink.

As you scanned the room, your eyes met with Sadie’s. She was leaning against the bar stock with a drink in her hand. You couldn’t read the exact look in her eyes; it was fierce, determined and hot. Hot. That’s exactly how you felt under her gaze. You shifted under Arthur, suddenly too aware that you were sitting on his lap. He groaned a little, one of his hands coming up to your hip to stop your movements.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he said under his breath, loud enough only for you to hear. You could still feel Sadie’s gaze, could see it from the corner of your eyes. His hand massaged your hip a little and he added, “I’m almost done here. Wanna go upstairs?”

A salacious smile, fueled by the alcohol in your veins and Arthur’s body against yours spread on your lips, and you hid your head in the crook of his neck, whispering, “You know I do.”

Arthur chuckled, before turning back to the game.

“All in,” he said.

Javier dropped out, but John and Micah went along, going all in.

One card up, second card up.

“Yes!”

You almost jumped out of Arthur’s lap as he roared, scooping up his winnings in no time.

John groaned, dropping his head onto the table with a loud thud, already preparing himself for Abigail’s wrath as soon as she would find out. Micah, on the other hand, was fuming, and his face was almost as red from the rage as his shirt. “Stupid game,” he said as he got up from the table and went to the barman, getting himself another drink.

“I got lady luck in my lap,” Arthur said before turning his head to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You moaned against his lips and waved your fingers through his hair, not caring even a bit at the John and Javier present, the latter even whistling at your display of love. One of his hands was on your hip, and the other started to make its way up your leg and under your skirt, dangerously close to the hem of your drawers.

You broke the kiss, panting slightly, and said, “How about we get a room?” you said before kissing his jaw and adding, “Unless you want to take me right here at the table.”

He could feel himself stiffen at your words, and without wasting anymore time, got up from the chair and took your hand in his. No one paid you and Arthur any attention as you traversed through the saloon, everybody too busy with their own conversations or drink, except for Sadie. You could feel her eyes the entire time as you walked across the room to the stairs, and your mouth felt dry when you walked right past her, her deep, brown eyes staring right into your soul and calling out to something. As you walked up the stairs, you turned back one last time, and saw her sending you a warm, though hinting, smile.

The two of you giggled and laughed as you tried to undress each other, the alcohol doing its job at making your fingers nimble.

He pushed you against the door as he ravished your mouth, making your head feel dizzy and your need for air almost as strong as the need for Arthur. When he broke away from your lips, his mouth turned to attacking your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys all up and down the column of your neck as his hands worked on undoing the buttons of your blouse.

“Oh my god, Arthur,” you moaned, your eyes closed as Arthur finally discarded your blouse and revealed your chest to him, his mouth landing on one of your nipples while his fingers worked on the other.

“Been hard since the moment you sat your pretty little ass down on my lap,” he groaned against your chest. He sucked on one of your nipples, covering it in his spit before adding, “Thought of taking you right then and there when I felt your nipples brush against me.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, your fingers in his hair as he placed his mouth back on your chest, giving your other nipple the same treatment.

“You sure were as good with them cards tonight as you are with your mouth,” you said breathlessly when he released your nipple.

“Darlin’,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and having a dangerous edge to it, “There’s a lot of things I’m good at.”

“Then show me, cowboy,” you said as you pushed him a little before dropping your skirt together with your drawers on the ground, presenting yourself to Arthur in all your naked glory. He could feel his mouth go dry upon seeing your body, illuminated by a faint light from the lantern. No matter how many times he saw you naked, you always managed to take his breath away and wonder what he did to deserve a creature as marvelous as you.

He picked you up effortlessly and carried you to the bed. The cotton sheets felt cool and soft against your skin as Arthur laid you down before covering your body with his, his mouth on yours in seconds.

“Too many clothes,” you mumbled against his lips and pulled on his suspenders, the strap hitting him with an audible slap when you released it.

He didn’t waste much time, pushing his suspenders to the side and pulling out his shirt before throwing it on the floor, revealing his golden chest and torso to your eyes. You ran your hand up his torso, through the light blonde hair that covered it and up to his chest where you could hear his heart beat wildly. His hands were on his pants, ready to pull them down and reveal his leaking cock when a knock on the door froze both of you. You both darted your heads to the door, wondering who and for what reason would knock on your door. Perhaps it was one of your drunk friends, lost and trying to find an available room.

When neither of you answered, keeping still and quiet despite your breathing hard and heavy, a voice spoke from behind the door.

“It’s Sadie,” she said as if mentioning that it’s her and not one of the drunken boys would make a difference and by god, it did.

Her intense stare flashed before your eyes and you once again felt the weight of it over you. Perhaps the alcohol was doing it’s job, making you bolder and daring, but you turned your eyes at Arthur, searching for something in them; a visible ‘no’, a confusion or some sort of opposition, but when none came, you turned back towards the door and said, “Come in.”

You saw the doorknob twist before the door opened with an audible creak. As soon as Sadie passed through the threshold and closed the door behind her, her eyes landed on the two of you on the bed.

Arthur was just in his pants, situated between your naked, spread legs. Her eyes raked over his golden chest down to the bulge in his pants before darting to you, your nipples perky and at attention, your chest rising and falling each time you took a breath. It didn’t miss you when she licked her lips, her eyes still on your naked body.

“I…” she began, sounding just a hint sheepish, “I’m interested in joining. If it's okay with the two of you that is.”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing and your heart rate pick up a few beats upon hearing her words. From the way she occasionally watched you and Arthur engaging in some PDA and the looks the two of you would often share, you could feel something more than friendly feelings floating in the air. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t curious; Sadie was a beautiful woman; from her piercing brown eyes, to her full lips and her dirty blonde hair. You caught yourself thinking that she reminded you of Arthur in some ways, both of them having a similar, burning fire in them, bravery that could rival anyone else’s in the gang as well as a softer, caring side. Maybe that’s why you liked her and weren’t opposed to what she was suggesting.

You licked your lips and was more than ready to say yes, but turned to Arthur. After how long the two of you had been together, you didn’t need to use words to communicate. You looked at him, raising your brows slightly, silently asking, “Are you okay with this?” He gave you a lopsided grin, nodding his head just a tiny bit, his way of saying, “If you are, I am.”

You smiled before biting your lip and turning your head to Sadie. Arthur moved to the side, making room for you so you could get up from the bed. “Join us,” you said when you came to stand next to her, taking her hand in yours. She flashed you a smile, the one that was making you weak in the knees, before one of her hands made its way to the back of your head, bringing your head closer to hers. You could feel her breath against your lips, could smell the strong scent of whiskey on them. It felt that just by inhaling the scent, you were getting more intoxicated.

Her lips were soft and warm as she pressed them against yours, stealing your breath away as she kissed you. You tangled your fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss and moaning against her mouth when she slipped her tongue in. All tongue and teeth, the kiss was desperate and needy, as if the two of you were starving for each other. Arthur could do nothing but watch as the two of you kissed, his mind on fire at looking at one of the most erotic things he’s ever seen in his life. He could feel himself become rock hard to the point of pain, and palmed his erection through his pants, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Her clothes dropped on the floor in a pile as you helped to disrobe her, your lips not leaving her for more than a few seconds as you helped her pull her blouse over her head and her pants down. Your lips were swollen and wet when the two of you finally broke apart, lazy grins on your faces. You turned around to look at Arthur; he looked desperate and needy as he sat on the bed, his cock already in his hands, rock solid, leaking and red at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and you smiled at Sadie before the two of you made your way to Arthur.

“Ladies,” he groaned as the two of you got up on the bed, making your way to Arthur like panthers to their prey. You pushed his hand aside, replacing it with yours. If there was heaven, then this was certainly it, Arthur thought when he watched the two of you bring your lips to his cock, your mouth on his tip while Sadie’s on his base. He fought back the urge to snap his hips forward, pushing more of himself in your mouth, and decided to simply take what the two of you were giving him. While you sucked on his head, popping the head in your mouth from time to time before sucking on it, Sadie was kissing up and down his cock, making a mess as her spit covered him from the base to the middle. Arthur couldn’t help but twitch when she took one of his balls in her mouth, and you took his cock deeper, the head hitting the back of your throat. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned loud, perhaps too loud, at all the attention he was getting.

Thankfully, the two of you didn’t torture him for too long or otherwise he was sure he would’ve been cumming down your throat within minutes. As Sadie popped his balls from her mouth, and you took his cock out of yours, you kissed once again. Neither of you minded the taste of the man on each other’s lips, perhaps even chasing it as your tongues clashed against each other.

You turned to look at Arthur, your eyes almost completely black and full of lust, and said, “Arthur, I want you to fuck Sadie.” Your hands ran up his cock, giving a few slow, sensual strokes and earning a groan from him before adding, “I want her to feel how good your cock is.”

To say that he was expecting the night to go down like this would be a lie, but that’s not to say that he wasn’t enjoying it. He didn’t trust his words, so he simply nodded his head and pushed his hips a little for emphasis.

Sadie’s hand was in yours as she moved to straddle Arthur, his cock right against her nether lips. He could feel her witness coating his member, the heat from her lips already spreading over him. Arthur held himself in his hand as Sadie lowered herself on his cock, moaning at the stretch of being filled by him, pleasure bordering on pain from how thick he was. You kissed her all over, her neck, her cheeks, her lips, her chest, as she took him inch by inch, her breathing ragged and her eyes closed. When he was all the way in, his pelvis flush with her, it was as if everybody breathed a sigh of relief. Sadie felt full, unbelievably so, and without even moving, she could already feel unbelievable pleasure filling her.

You lowered your head to Arthur’s, kissing over his neck before bringing your lips to his ear and said, “Make her feel good, Arthur.”

The first pull and push of his cock had Sadie cry out in pleasure, her face contorted in ecstasy as Arthur pushed deep inside her. His hands were on her hips as he held her in place, pistoling his cock in and out of her wet channel. You could feel your wetness run down your legs as you watched her, so lost in pleasure and so beautiful as she moaned.

With his hands still on her hips, he turned his face to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You could feel his hunger and desperation as his tongue danced around your’s, making your head spin from the intensity of the kiss.

When he broke away, a spit connecting your lips just for a moment, he said, “I want to feel you too.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. With excitement and lust and arousal coursing through your veins, you sat up on the bed before swinging your legs over Arthur’s head and bringing your soaked pussy over his mouth. He removed one of his hand’s from Sadie’s hips (who was now riding him in earnest herself, taking her pleasures from his cock) and placed it on one of your thighs to bring you down over his mouth.

Your moans joined Sadie’s as Arthur sucked on your sopping lips, before diving his tongue right into your hole. The room filled with nothing but sounds of moans, groans and skin slapping against skin. Perhaps, if someone looked up a definition of hedonism, a picture of the three of you would be there, indulging in your most basic carnal desires and chasing your pleasures.

With your eyes closed and your mouth open, you could do nothing but shake with pleasure as Arthur ate you out, his skillful tongue working between plunging itself into your hole and sucking on your clit. The feeling of Sadie’s hand on your cheek made you open your eyes. She was completely debauched, her face flush from arousal, her pussy wet and dripping as Arthur fucked into her. She brought your face to hers and kissed you, her tongue pushing past your lips right away. From Arthur tongue in your pussy to Sadie’s in your mouth, you could feel yourself nearing the edge.

“Fuck!” Sadie cried out, breaking away from your lips as her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. Arthur didn’t let up for a moment, pistoling his hips in and out of her quivering hole until she couldn’t take it anymore. She felt herself gush all over him as he brought her to the peak of pleasures to the point where it was becoming all too much and she had to stop. She breathed heavily as she recovered, sitting to the side and waiting for the ringing in her ears to pass.

Satisfied with making one of the women happy, Arthur turned his full attention to you, both of his hands on your thigh, bringing you impossible close to his face, so much so that you wondered how he breathed.

“Arthur,” you moaned as he fucked you with his tongue and brought his thumb to play with your clit.

Sadie was at your side then, kissing down your neck till she reached your nipple and sucked on it.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, tears welling in your eyes as all the sensations were becoming too much. “You’re gonna make me cum,” you said to both of them, and not a moment later, you did.

You kept riding Arthur’s face as you chased your orgasm, crying his and Sadie’s name as they kept bringing you higher and higher. After a few more moments, you finally came to a stop, your thighs still shaking as Arthur helped you from his face down to the bed, laying at one of your sides while Sadie laid at your other. He kissed up and down your neck, leaving small bites and hickeys all over, while Sadie kissed over your chest, marking you as well.

Only after a few moments did it dawn on you that despite making the two of you cum and see stars, Arthur still hasn’t, his cock rock hard.

As if thinking the same thing, Sadie looked up at your from between your breasts, saying, “I wanna watch him fuck you,” before licking your nipple.

You moaned at that, your pussy twitching in anticipation, and looked at Arthur.

You were still sensitive from your orgasm, but you wanted to watch Arthur cum, so you spoke against his lips. “Arthur, please.”

He could never say no to you, not when you spoke his name with such a need in your voice. He smiled against your lips, brushing his nose against yours before saying, “Anything for you, darlin’.”

You parted your thighs to accommodate him and licked your lips when he took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few pumps before pushing just the head of his cock in. There was more than enough preparation, your own wetness and Arthur’s spit running down your pussy and your thighs, yet you still felt that familiar burn as he split you open, pushing more of himself in.

Inch by inch, he filled you, taking a pause here and there to let you get used to the feeling of him filling you to the brim. When he was all the way in, the head of his cock pushing so deep inside you you could practically taste it, you sighted his name, your head rolling back on the pillows and your fingers clawing at the sheets.

Sadie’s hand was on your lower abdomen, right where she could feel Arthur push in you.

She licked her lips before turning to him and said, “Fuck her proper, Arthur.”

The drag of his cockhead over your insides had you clench around him, the tears in your eyes coming back as your sensitive walls spasmed over him. One of your hands was clawing at the back of your pillows, the other at the sheets under you, and you could do little more than simply take Arthur’s pistoning, his cock reducing you to cries and moans of his name.

Sadie turned your head towards her, capturing your lips in her once again before speaking against them. “Tell me how good he’s making you feel,” she said.

You tried to speak, but as you opened your mouth, a moan came out as Arthur delivered a particularly rough thrust, hitting that special place inside of you. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see him smirk.

“So good, Sadie,” you finally managed. The bliss you were feeling had your mind going haywire as Arthur’s thrusts pushed you closer and closer to the edge of euphoria. “Fuck. He’s fucking me so good,” you moaned, your words no doubt feeding Arthur’s ego, making him puff out his chest more and fuck you harder into the mattress, “He’s gonna make me cum.”

Sadie smiled before kissing you once again, alternating between sucking on your tongue and delving hers into your mouth.

Arthur was at the end of his rope. He was holding out his own release, hoping to deliver you to yours first, but it was proving hard when your cunt spasmed over him each time he pushed inside. It didn’t help either that you and Sadie were all over each other, your lips against one another, your hands exploring each other’s bodies. Not even in his wildest dreams or fantasies had he seen something like this.

He placed both of his hands on the back of your thighs before pushing them up so your legs hung on his shoulder, kissing one of your ankles as he did so. Your legs twitched each time he slammed back in, the new position making him go in even deeper if that was possible, and if it wasn’t for Sadie’s mouth on yours, you were sure your scream’s would’ve definitely alerted somebody.

Delicate and slow, her hand traveled from one of your breasts, down your stomach and to your wet pussy. She could feel where Arthur was entering you again and again, the wetness around your walls making for an easy, though loud with sloppy sounds, entrance. Using two of her fingers, she started to add small circular motions around your clit, making your toes curl.

With the combination of Sadie’s fingers on your clit and Arthur’s cock in your pussy, you came, arching your back from the bed as pleasure coursed through your veins, so hard you thought you were gonna blackout from it. Sadie kissed you through it, muffling your cries and moans and screams with her mouth. The orgasm swept over you like a hurricane, leaving you completely boneless as you laid there, managing to do nothing more than keep taking Arthur’s cock.

The feeling of you spasming and tightening over him was too much for Arthur. “Fuck, darlin’, I’m close,” he said, the sweat on his face making it shiny.

With Sadie’s mouth away from yours, you managed a broken cry and a small, “Yes” moving your hips just a little to help Arthur to his release.

Sadie moved her hand from where it was near your clit to where Arthur was entering your sopping pussy again and again. With a mischievous smile, she took his balls in her hand and fondled them before saying, “Fill her up, Arthur.”

Arthur came with a heavy groan, his pace all out of rhythm as he kept pushing his cock into you, stuffing you full of his cum until you could feel it running down your thighs.

At last, he stilled, his breathing heavy as he pulled out of you and lowered your legs from his shoulder to the bed.

You could feel Arthur’s sweat drop from his forehead to yours as he bent down to kiss you, slow and tender, before dropping to your side. His head was on the pillow as he stared at the ceiling, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. On your other side, Sadie was catching her breath too, the activities you just engaged in making her previously clear complexion looking a tad bit pink. You could see a satisfied smile on her lips as she raised herself on her elbows to look at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face before laying back down on the bed, one of her hands under her head.

As you laid there, well-fucked, satisfied and bemused, you wondered how you’d look Sadie in the eyes in the morning, when the effects of alcohol and lust would vanish, and you’d have nowhere to hide as the sun would illuminate every corner of the room. You remembered Dutch’s words, telling all of you to enjoy yourself. “As much as you want,” he specified. You’re not sure if he had this in mind when saying that.

Sadie, however, decided to not wait for the morning and spoke up now, saying, “Might I say that the two of you sure know how to fuck.”

The ease with which she spoke eased your restless nerves, and you felt yourself relax as you laughed at her words. At your side, Arthur couldn’t help but shake his head, a small smirk playing at his lips.

You knew the next morning would still bring the awkward laughs and pink blushes, but you decided you could deal with that later. Right now, you were happy to enjoy the warmness of the two bodies pressed at your sides.

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just-a-writing-fan · 4 years

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Day In The Woods

Arvin Russell x Reader

Author's Note: Few things, writing on mobile so there's no keep reading so I apologise. Also I've had a headache all day so bad it felt like being stabbed on the front and side of my forehead at work so I will do my best on this, I just really felt the urge to write and with my anxiety my desire comes and goes so I am taking it while it's here lol. Hope y'all enjoy. 😚

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, shove a Twinkie in your mouth soft smushie sugar cream filled sweetness and fluff

Summary: You convince Arvin to have a picnic in a special place with you and your daughter Angel

"Arvin, relax baby, she's alright," you laugh as you follow behind him and he follows her. You loved the view to be honest, his shoulders denim clad in that Jean jacket that fit him so nice and you loved how his arms were moving as he walked, not to mention his ass like a peach in those jeans. Aside from him the woods were beautiful right now with all the colors of fall, the reds and oranges and yellows and browns. He was on a mission, his only sight was her.

"I told ya I don't wanna come to the woods," he says as he takes steady strides behind her and she runs a little ways ahead giggling.

"Look how pretty it is though, and the weather is nice and cool, it's nice for a picnic and listen to her enjoy herself honey-Arvin what is that?" You ask wide eyed as his jacket moves just enough to reveal it in the back of his pants.

"We're just makin' sandwhiches the hell you need that for?" "I ain't gonna use it 'less I got to," he assures you without even looking back, still focused completely on her, "Hey, I can't hear ya, sing louder!" He calls out to her.

"I still hear he-" "Angel, sing louder!" It was hard to hear the crunches of leaves and sticks under her little foot steps over the much louder ones coming from your feet and his and he did not like that. "Angel Lenora Russel, when the night," he calls and sings

"has come," you both hear her sing back and you see a smile return to his face as he sings back, "and the land is dark"

"And the moon," she continues

You cross your arms over your chest and listen to your song birds as the walk goes on, "is the only," he sings back

"light we see"

"No, I won't"

"Be afraid"

"No, I won't"

"Be afraid"

"Just as long"

"As you stand"

"Stand by me"

"Stand by me," after she sings this line you decide you want in on it.

"And darlin darlin," you sing out to them, "darlin," he keeps going, smiling back at you over his shoulder

"Darlin," you add smirking and he winks playfully making you giggle

"stand," you hear her, you loved your daughter's voice

"by me," he gets louder as he is getting into the song, "and if the sky"

"we look up on," the little girl's voice sings back, almost knowing the words

"should tumble and fall," he sings back

"or the mountain"

"should crumble"

"to the sea!" She gets excited and he chuckles

"I won't cry!"

"no I won't!"

"shed tear!"

"just as long as you stand!"

"stand by me! Darlin!"

"darlin!" He heard she was closer now so he starts making sneaky steps and you shake your head, "Arvin-," he looks back to you and smiles putting a finger to his lips and smiling, "by me!"

"stand!"

"by me!"

"won't you stand?! Won't you stand!?"

"by me!" He sings and lunches forward behind her to scoop her up from behind. She screams caught off guard then giggles and he tips her for cheek kisses and carries her on his hip.

You couldn't ask for a better day, you had been asking Arvin to do this for weeks now.

"I think there is a clear spot up here that's good," you tell them as you near a spot you remember where you and your family used to picnic. Stepping up to walk behind him you lean against his back to kiss his ear, "darlin, darlin, stand by me," you grab his butt as you sang by me and he jumps.

"Hey!"

"what?" She asks curiously, "nothing baby, mommy is being a bad girl"

"you get spankins'," she giggles and points

"yeah she does" "no, I don't like spankins'," you tease, biting your thumb nail and making innocent eyes. "Mommy says she no likes spankins'" "yeah she does," he laughs and you smack the back of his head and steal his hat, putting it on her head.

"I'm daddy!" She giggles, "you're heavy, too many donuts"

"wonder where she got that from?"

"us," he laughs, "finally," he sits her down and straightens her dress down when you all finally arrive. "You okay darlin'?" He asks looking up at you stare at the space. "Darlin?"

"Huh?" "You just stared out there for about," he checks his watch, "five minutes, you okay?"

"yeah," you nod honestly and lay out the blanket. You had just got a vision of a memory. Your aunt and you with your Ma and Pa and your big sister there laughing before life took a turn for the worst.

"Angel, this is where mommy used to come with her mommy and daddy, and her big sister and her aunt"

"wow," she says amazed and happily accepts the peanut butter and jelly sandwich you give her as she runs around playing with the leaves. You and Arwin sit and you lean against him, "I think it's a good day to tell her"

"Lenora, 'mere," he calls her over and she comes running, crawling to sit on his lap.

"we have a surprise for you," you tell her.

"really?" She asks, a sparkle in her eye

"mhm, your mommy and I are gonna make you a big sister......"

"yay! Yay!" She bounces

"We thought you might want to name them"

"oh my gosh!" She covers her mouth that had formed a o shape with her hands

"we don't know if it's a brother or sister yet though," he tells her, tucking hair behind her ear and wiping jelly off of her cheeks, licking some of it.

"Lenny!"

"Lenny and Lenora," you repeat. "I like it, and it works for a boy or girl" "Lenny it is"

"I gonna be the best big sister," she giggles

"I'm sure you will, I was a big brother so I can show you how to"

"okay and Lenny can sing too?"

"After a while," he laughs

"and we can come here 'gin?"

"sure, if mommy says it's okay"

"oh, so I have to beg for weeks but she asks and it's sure?" You ask, pretending to be offended and he shrugs.

"I guess you say," he stands her up

"what can make feel this way," she joins him

"my girl," he smiles

"I'm not your girl?"

"Nope, youre my lady"

"Damn, you are smooth Arvin Rusell"

"Like a sandwhich?"

"I'm gonna go," she tries to get up and run off, "stand by me while I eat, I can't watch you," he explains pulling her to sit back on his lap and holding her with a arm around her, smoothing her dress down. "Okay," she giggles not understanding as you give the three year old some milk and a kiss and you kiss his cheek.

"Arvin....you okay?" You ask seeing there is more going on, there's a reason he's like this, he simply nods and when you kiss him softly he kisses you back and smiles. "Angel, after daddy eats you can both go play. Do we have a rake in the car?"

"the trunk maybe?" He says confused and you get up to start running back to the car but he grips your wrist quickly. "You too."

"Arvin, I have a idea. I'm just gonna go get the ra-," he gently pulls you down so you're laying on your back on the blanket and holds your wrist down with one hand, her with his other arm on his side, his sandwhich had fallen and he didn't care. He leans over you and she giggles because he's holding her, he kisses you deeply erasing the idea you had from your head, "stay. We can all go back together and get the rake after I eat but as long as we are in the woods, you two are staying with me, understood?" He says a inch away from your lips, nose brushing against yours. What else can you do but nod and stay, and make him another sandwhich after you all sit back up that isn't covered in leaves.

#arvin russel x reader #arvin russell #tdatt #tdatt x reader #the devil all the time x reader #the devil all the time #tom holland #tom holland x reader

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november-babey · 2 years

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Rules: Tag some people you want to know better

Tagged by: @serenity-the-firefly. Thanks for tagging me!

Three ships: The only fictional relationship I’m super invested in these days is Janine and Gregory from Abbott Elementary. They interact for three seconds and I don’t shut up about it for a week. But back when I was super into The Magicians I would have given anything for Margo and Fen to get married. They weren’t canon but God did I want them to be. Oh, and although I haven’t finished season 4 of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, I know that Lenny and Midge finally happen in the finale and I gasped and choked on my spit when I stumbled across a gifset of them so I think I have to list them based on that reaction alone

First ever ship: Amy and Rory from Doctor Who. The impact they had on my little twelve year old brain...

Last Song: Looking at You by The Two of Us

Currently Reading: I’m in the middle of rereading To Kill a Mockingbird

Currently Watching: I just finished Our Flag Means Death last night and I’m still thinking about it. But other than that, my best friend got me into Outlander a few weeks ago so I’ve pretty much just been watching that

Currently Consuming: If this is like what am I eating then currently nothing but I’m sipping away at my water bottle and trying to decide what I should have for lunch

Tagging: I honestly don’t know who to tag with this one because I want to know you all a little better! So, if you’re reading this, consider yourself tagged lol. Feel free to do this and tag me in it or even just to reply to this post and comment on my questionable taste

#these tag games are always fun #thanks again for tagging me lucy!!#I'm sure there are other ships that i'm equally or more invested in than the ones I listed here but for some reason I drew a complete blank #oh actually #honourable mention goes to quentin and eliot from the magicians #the life in a day rewired my brain and was my go-to pick me up episode for a full year

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spooky-luvur · 4 years

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Could y'all write an Arthur fic with the reader being a fan and got sucked into the game and kinda mouthed off to colm and gets himself captured :O

This was really fun lol

———

“Well,”

You turn in circles, putting your hands on your hips. “At least I don’t have to worry about taxes.”

The people in town stare, obviously, and whisper, but they don’t point and they don’t yell or do something else mean someone from modern day Detroit would do. You’re not exactly blending in with your current clothes.

But really...what the fuck? Last thing you remember is turning the gaming console off, taking a shower, then you think you hit your head when you stumbled but it definitely wasn’t hard enough to send you through time???

You reach the edge of the dusty town and pause, looking over the vast land. Nice fields. No factories in sight. You try to remember every little detail...sat on the left side of the couch...used the controller to turn the console on...picked the game-

...

Oh shit.

Of course.

You were playing the second Red Dead Redemption.

Balls, how in the-!

It’s fine, it’s fine. This is cool, actually.

You don’t bother to hide your grin and unbelieving laugh, raking your hands through your hair. This is cool as shit! You were so interested in the 19-20th century anyway and to be *living* in it?! Damn. But we’re you just in the century, or was I in the game too?

You turn back to the small town and take a good look around, eyes falling onto a large white parlor house. It’s Rhodes! Incredible. Excited like a little kid on Christmas, you hurriedly make your way back into town, taking everything in and spinning in circles like some lunatic.

The general store, the gun shop with that guy locked in the basement- wait a minute.

When in the game was it? If you were magically set in Rhodes wouldn’t that mean the gang was at the camp by the lake? What’s it called, Clemens Point? Clement? But you didn’t really know how to get there from here, and even if you did somehow manage to find it, you’d likely be shot on sight. But you’re inside your favorite game. It only makes sense you’d want to meet and bond with the main characters.

With a stomach full of butterflies, you set off onto the road leading out of town, hoping to stumble upon something- or someone.

———

God, it was hot. Why was it so hot? Damn sun, making me all sweaty and gross. Don’t you have better things to do?

Pulling at your collar, you stop to rest for a few minutes, surrounded by the tall trees. Okay, there’s the water, the stones, old dilapidated church or whatever that is, the sound of a gun cocking, the nice breeze- wait.

“Put your hands up, boy.”

Great. Great. Great. You put your hands up by your head, mentally cursing yourself and everyone who’s ever existed. You didn’t know that voice and that voice didn’t know you.

“You got any cash? Jewelry? Guns?”

“No, I don’t. I got nothing.”

“Bullshit, turn around!”

Slowly turning, you’re met with the barrel of a gun and a very rowdy-looking man. Two other men with guns also pointed at you are a few feet behind him.

“I know you got somethin, your clothes are reeeeeal fancy mister.”

“You can check, but I ain’t got nothin, mister.” Yeah. That’s right. You tried to make yourself sound more cowboy-y, and by the looks of it, he bought it. He did look kinda dumb. No offense, cowboy. Or whatever you were.

The dirty man scoffs. “You ain’t-“

“Come on now boy, it wouldn’t be smart to hide things from us now would it?”

Another guy? Damn, was he hot at least- ohhhhhh. Ohhhhh shit. Oh shit oh shit.

Colm O’Driscoll stares you right in the face, a small, evil smirk on his own. Ugly fucker.

“We’ll ask you again, friend. Do you got anything?”

“I said no damnit! God do your looks match your brain?? Horrible?? Well that wasn’t a very good insult but damn you fugly!!”

The men glance at each other white you babble on.

“My grandpa looks finer than you and he’s dust! Ha! Musty motherfucker- you look like my foot!”

“Enough outta you!”

Colm O’Dick grabs you by the front of your collar and yanks you forward, pushing you onto the dirt.

“Tie him up and bring him back. Maybe we’ll cut out that dirty little tongue of his.”

Damn.

———

Ugh, shit.

The throbbing in your head blurs your vision for several moments. When you finally blink it away, you whine and hang your head from the numerous spots of pain blooming all over your body. Hanging from your bloodied worth’s in just your underwear, feet barley brushing the dirt-covered floor. You remember what happened last night. They beat you, burned you, poked and prodded, nearly poisoned you if Colm hadn’t stopped them, saying something like “it would kill him too quick.”

Damn, if this was how it was always gonna be, you wanted to go back home.

You didn’t know what time it was. Or if it was any more than just a day. You were in some kind of cracked stone walled, rat shit covered basement. A single candle is lit on the blood stained table with a variety of things that make you go ‘ouch.’

Using nearly all your strength to lift your head, you try to find a door or something else you could crawl through. There’s a moldy door in front of you. Seemingly unlocked.

“God, I can’t get down,” you mumble, nearly out of hope. This was supposed to be your story! Your special adventure! Filled with love and drama and literally anything but you getting tortured by men who stink like piss!

The door suddenly starts clicking, and you squeeze your eyes shut the best you can. Was it the dirty men? Or your hero? Heroine? A crazy hermit? The door swings aside, making you cautiously crack your heavy eyes open. Oh please be hot please be hot please be-

“Hey! They got someone!”

Hot.

Your jaw nearly embarrassingly falls open as a man in a pretty blue shirt puts his gun down and pulls out a knife. Hot murder man? Yes please-

“You a prisoner?”

“Sure,” is all you manage.

The man comes closer to cut the ropes suspending you and yes, like in the movies, you can’t really hold yourself up therefore fall forward again the chest of the wow you’re buff.

“You alright, boy?”

Call me that again please.

“Fine, fine.”

Hands gripping the sleeves of the pretty blue shirt, your lift your head to see your hunk of a hero, only to come face-to-face the Arthur fucking Morgan.

Of course, that’s when you pass out.

———

“Is he dead?”

“What? No Jack, he ain’t dead.”

“But he’s all bloody.”

“Damn O’Driscoll’s. He’s just a boy. Lenny’s age.”

You’re like, 23 thank you very much.

“What’re we supposed to do with him?”

“He’s nearly dead, we gotta keep him here for now. Now shoo! All you got chores! Get!”

Something warm and wet yet scratchy is dabbed onto your forehead and a few spots around your face, making you sigh lightly.

Your eyes felt like heavy weights, but you eventually got them open. You wanted to see what was going on really badly.

A Susan Grimshaw. In your face.

Your eyes widen only barely and a very unattractive noise sounding like a confused cat escaped your mouth. The old woman’s brow furrows.

“Hush, boy. I ain’t hurting you.”

Blinking, you look around without moving your head. You were in a tent, on a cot, in your underwear, a random shirt that went past your butt, I’m keeping this forever, and your body hurt very much.

“I’m alright, ma’am,” you look into Grimshaw’s pretty eyes.

She huffs. “Like hell. But fine, you can get up. Nothings broken.”

She leaves the tent, making you slowly swing your bare legs over the side and hoist yourself up, staggering out as well.

“Ugh,” shielding your eyes from the harsh sun, you take a deep breath that makes your chest ache. Welcome to the 19th century, (M/n).

“You’re awake, my boy. How are you feeling?”

It’s too early for this shi-

Never mind it’s never too early for Dutch Van der Linde.

You nod, blinking up at the raven-haired man.

“Just fine, sir. Thank you for saving me. I thought I was a goner.”

“No thanks needed, my boy. I got a sayin’: we shoot fellers as need shooting, save fellers as need saving, and feed ‘em as need feeding. I’m sure we all know, just what you need.”

You really just heard that.

“Oh, I have an idea.”

Dutch laughs, patting your shoulder. “Mr. Pearson! Get this fine boy some food! What’s your name, son?”

“(M/n). (M/n) (L/n).”

“Well Mr. (L/n), do you mind telling us what you were doing all bloody and bruised in Colm O’Driscoll’s basement?” He uses the hand on your shoulder to guide you further to the center of camp.

“I got captured once they realized I didn’t have any money. They beat me good.”

“Yes, well, let’s hope nothing of the sort ever happens again.”

Pearson comes over and places a hot bowl of stew in your shaky hands, nodding at you before heading off.

“Ladies! Would you please help (M/n) get some food in his belly, he’s not too good right now,”

Mary-Beth hurries over, cupping your hands around the bowl to keep it from falling. “Course, Dutch. Come along now...”

———

“Okay, you can do this, come on. You know everything about him! Everything...about...them...”

You shake your head to get rid of the negative thoughts, straightening your back. “Okay, let’s go.”

You keep your eyes locked on Arthur, your target, as you march over to where he’s sitting on his bed, nose buried in his journal. Wow this is really happening-

“Excuse me?”

Way to sound like a 14 year old girl (M/n). Your heart nearly stops once the burly man looks up, blue-green eyes meeting your own. He doesn’t say anything, only stares at you expectingly. You wrong to hands nervously.

“Um...I just wanted to say thank you. For helping me, you know.”

He nods. “You’re welcome.”

You panic, not wanting to lose his attention.

“Dutch said I could stay! With you...er, with the gang! Dutch said I could stay with the gang, they don’t really see me as a threat, so...” your voice trails off.

“Well, that’s great. They’re good people, don’t mess it up.”

“Of course! I’m very grateful, I just...was hoping I could see more of you...?”

No, you definitely weren’t asking him out. Yet.

Arthur looks at you weirdly, before quietly chuckling and turning back to his journal.

“Sure, kid.”

I’m in love.

———

That night, the gang is celebrating a new edition. You weren’t like Kieran. You weren’t nothing bad, neither. Most of them actually trust you already. Thankfully. Those who don’t, weren’t celebrating. Or it was all just an excuse to get blackout drunk

You believed it to be the latter when you left the log by the fire and no one noticed. Everyone kept singing and ‘celebrating.’ Pausing by one of the tents, you slightly duck back behind it. The radio in Dutch’s tent was quietly singing an opera song, and Dutch and Miss Molly O’Shea we’re gently dancing along, gazing into each other’s eyes with the look of the lovers. Good for them. They deserve it. It makes you smile sadly.

You retreat and continue looking around all the tents and everything. Where’s Arthur? He wasn’t at the fire. He’s not in his tent either. Or, wagon. Lean-to? Whatever, but you can’t find him. You circle around the edge of camp for a bit until you find him behind the big tree near the horses.

“Arthur?”

He looks away from the sky and at you.

“Hey, (M/n).”

“Hey Arthur,” you take a few steps closer. “Not a party person?”

He shrugs. “Not tonight, I guess.”

“That’s a shame. I was...hoping you’d might care to dance? With me?”

It takes him a few moments to realize just what you said but once he does, he open his mouth in surprise.

“What?”

You hold out a hand, giving him a mischievous grin.

He shakes his head, looking away for a moment before back at you, pushing himself off the tree.

“What the hell.”

When he takes your hand, it feels like it was meant to be. Where you were meant to be. When you were meant to be! Call you crazy, but with this? Dancing to nearly inaudible music with a fictional cowboy on the outskirts of the camp containing the people that saved you from other fictional outlaws? You never wanted anything more.

#rdr2 #rdr2 x male reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x male reader #arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan x reader #anon request

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anxiousdepressedintrovert · 4 years

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Otome Thursday

IT’S BRAM!!!!

Y’all, you have no idea how excited I was for this route/series to start. I wasn’t a big fan of Ravi.

ANYWAY

Bram Route

Episode 1 (The free one 😉)

-I really dig the beginning of the route.

-Like a land hidden from even the Elves? Nice

-Also also, I like that this series, Love and Legends, AND Reigning Passions all take place in the same universe and it makes sense. Unlike the more modern series where the crew just sticks characters in the stories to say “Hey, look, notice these characters”

-Sorry. I’m ranting

-Focusing now

-I named my MC Mari Rya

-She’s beautiful

-She’s got a little, sprite/fairy/thing named Ness

-I love them

-I only know the name of the new land because I played the Ravi short but it’s called Tallav

-Mari’s got a reputation as a researcher.

-But this is also a lifelong dream of hers.

-Ness doesn’t speak (what I’m going to call) English, but Mari understands her anyway

-Ness uses They/Them pronouns. RESPECT IT

-Magic time!

-Ness magic time!

-Mari can feel all the living things. I feel like that’s not a human thing.

-But I will reserve judgement

-She’s had a rune stone since she was a baby. Yeah, she’s def not human.

-Holy shit a bear!

-…with a shield and a spear on it’s back.

-Subtle

-The way these sprites move are fucking hilarious

-Mari said “Nope not today”

-Can’t out run a bear. What does this bitch do?

-Drop down to play dead. Cause that’s totally gonna stop a bear from chewing on your spleen

-the “bear” is able to turn her over to her back (duh)

-it turns into a man and…oh what a man

-this CG is so fucking cute!

-he’s like “Is she alive?”

-She’s like “the fuck is he doing?”

-I’m like “Squeeeee they’re both so stupid rn”

-Oh those eyes…

-I haven’t been this in love since Razi. Or Renzei.

-Oh no! headbutt. Gives me a headache just reading it.

-Fuck look at those abs.

-LVS really knows what they’re doing with these character designs

-And Mari’s being thirsty too. It’s not just me

-Whew chile, the way she describes this man. Girl,

-Thank you, Ness, someone has their head on properly

-Never mind. They’re just as thirsty

-I still wanna know how Mari can talk to them

-He knows she’s a human cause she’s wearing clothes. Good lord this series is gonna be a riot in the first couple seasons

-Oh Mari…you’re sounding very Colonizerish

-I don’t like that

-Though it is kinda cute how she nerds out

-I can see her doing this with any thing she comes across.

-Thank you, Ness. Time and Place Mari!

-Invasive is one word for it

-Not much to write.

-She’s gushing. He’s listening. They’re both hot

-oh no, not an eyebrow lift!

-from both of them!

-I can’t do this.

-This bitch just walks away from a question ‘cause she got caught staring!

-I can’t! This is me. Running away from all my problems

-Bram follows cause, y’know, stranger in the woods

-Bram likes Ness. It’s adorable

-Anthropologist=Skald? Maybe.

-Apparently rune reading is impossible, so is befriending a Puck (Ness)

-Mari is def not a human. At least not fully

-See, I feel like if she showed Bram the rune stone she carried with her, that would help bridge this gap.

-But y’know. Whatever.

-Oh they are two bull-headed people

-He’s got (understandable) prejudices against humans/bipeds

-She’s like “MY RESEARCH”

-I’m like “Girl, they’re living people. Respect their boundaries. And Dude, Learn a little”

- She’s very forceful with the fact that she ‘needs to do her research’

-It’s very Colonizerish and I don’t approve.

-Mari, You can’t prove that the Duke who hired you only wanted you to do pure research.

-Ha, Bram called her pretty

-Ohhh Mahuwin Villiage

-Cue Victor from Underworld: “YOU MUST BE JUDGED!!”

-damn he called her insidious

-Mari…honey. Going to a village, you’ll get to see how they live and see how the justice system works. Calm down.

-Of course, no one’s ever been so unwelcoming. You’ve been dealing with other humans and elves.

-Girl!

-I’m judging you so hard rn

-Whew chile that took a lot outta me

Episode 2

-Awww I do feel bad for Ness tho

-They’re scared too

-Bruh, Bram JUST said he doesn’t know what an anthropologist is. You barely related it to a Skald. Showing him your notes means nothing.

-Bram, dude, I get you’re supposed to protect but you’re seeing enemies in the wrong people. Though I get why you’d suspect her.

-The Dinae have no secrets between their tribes (I’m assuming) so there’d be no need for an anthropologist to go looking for old history.

-Also he called her cute (again)

-Ohkay. I draw the line at you accusing Mari of torturing Ness.

-Only a heartless monster would lay hands on Ness.

-I need you to think baby: WHYY WOULD NESS STAY? If Pucks are magical creatures, surely you don’t think that Ness would be foolish enough to stay with a powerless human.

-Oh. Don’t make me insult your intelligence

-Oh don’t make me

-Mari. Don’t do anything stupid. Please. He’s actually being nice. In a weird way. Taking you to be judged. Someone else would’ve just killed you

-Mari…you can’t do your job in someone else’s country without permission. To get permission, you need to go to a village.

-I’m starting to question your intelligence

-Oh good. The bull-headedness is back

-No shit it’s more than just a job! I think you would have gathered that from the fact that to enter Tallav you had to pass a BEAR statue

-Oh no not the sad face

-I know LVS is gonna use that face to get money out of me in future scenes

-Mari, you’re both stubborn. And if I had it my way, you’d’ve gone with him already

-MARI! HE’S NOT A SOLDIER!

-ARUGH

- Not the type of roleplay I thought I’d be reading in this story but sure. Have some hearts

-I wanna smack her so bad and the first season’s not over yet.

-Usually the urge to smack doesn’t kick in until at least season 2.

-She’s a record setter

-Uh oh Bram, you called her an interrogator.

-And he STILL doesn’t fix it!

-They’re both so rude

-Ok, so he gets the why.

-We’re making progress

-This woman can’t let her thirst rest for five minutes.

-I mean same but come on

-Ah! Progress on both sides!

-Still don’t like how forceful Mari is about her job. How would she feel if her job put people in danger?

-You kinda did Mari. You kinda did say “I’m going to do what I want anyway”

-Not in those exact words but enough

-My point!

Bram: You ever think that if we wanted to be bothered by any kingdoms, we would have officially contacted them

That’s my point

At the same time, Bram and his fellow Dinae have their fellow prejudice against bipeds. As I said, mostly justified but they act that they can’t adapt or change

-Mari, interest isn’t always flattering…we aren’t in high school

-Now she’s running away. From a guy that can turn into a bear

-I’m very much questioning her intelligence now.

-Cause she dumb dumb.

-And thus begins an infuriating game of human and bear

-Oh yeah Mari, cause you can totally break the hold of a guy WHO CAN TURN INTO A BEAR

-As Mari is kicking and screaming, Bram: Am I hurting you?

-LMFAOOOO

-Awww Ness trying to help.

-Bitch. He puts you down and you climb a tree. Like bears don’t climb trees?

-Thank you Ness for talking some sense into this stupid girl

-Why is she so defensive?!

-Why can’t they just give me the option of “Fine.” FOR ONCE

-Seriously Mari? If you had stumbled upon a village during your wandering that really HATED humans, the chances of them killing you are SUPER fucking high. Doing it this way is arguably a lot safer

-YO WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!!

-That looked like a swamp deer monster from It Lives Beneath

-FUCK THAT

-RUN BITCH…FUCKING RUUUNNNN

-Why is run never an option when we are clearly outmatched?

-Oh god why does it have to look at the screen!!!

-I don’t like that

-and ewwwww they did detail on the muscles

-Yeah no shit it’s targeting Mari, Bram!

-I think that’s pretty obvious!

-Thank again Ness for saving One Stupid Bitch

-We…we get to RIDE Bram?

-I can (and will) make so many jokes about that

-I’ve already restrained myself from making Bear jokes. So, you’ll deal with that

Episode 3

-Hehehehehehehhehe

-We rode him

-Hopefully this won’t be last time

-and the next time won’t be in bear form

-Ohkay. I’m back. The chapter’s loaded

-Wait one more

-And we can use that rope for something else too

-Idk how to do the lenny face so……just imagine it

-Ok. NOW I’m done.

-Finally, a decent option. THANK YOU, BRAM

-Yeah Mari get that through your thick fucking skull. He’s a defender. He defends.

-Awwww Bram isn’t comfortable with praise. I’m gonna take every opportunity to do it now

-Mari, this is why we don’t talk shit up.

-Hehe still riding him

-Ewww that thing is back.

-Plus side?

-FIGHT SCENE

-Oh nooooo Bram’s hurt

-MARI CONTROL YOUR THIRST THE MAN IS INJURED

-Thank you, Ness! I swear they’re the only character I haven’t been pissed at

-Mari begins to nerd out over plants. Honestly same

-OMG HIS BLUSH

-GUYS. HIS BLUSH

-The stuff of nightmares was an Abberation. I like my name better so it and all its freaky brethren will be called The Stuff of Nightmares

-And Bram’s back to being suspicious. Sigh. And we were having such a nice time

-The Dinae don’t have pets and that’s the saddest thing I’ve read all day.

-Mari just realized that Bram’s been naked this entire time.

-Lol

-Oh so, if Bram trusted Mari, he’d happily tell her everything she wanted to know.

-Hmmmmmm

-I certainly can’t say no to that face. So neither can you Mari. Here. Have some hearts

-See, they say fur covered thigh, all I hear is, cuddling for the winter.

-OMG SHE COULD SQUISH HIS PAW BEANS

-IF SHE DOESN’T SQUISH HIS PAW BEANS WE’RE GONNA HAVE A PROBLEM

-Mari stahp being so thirsty. There’s a stream next to you. Go dunk your head.

-Ness is adorable and I want a plushie of them

-Oh NOQOOOWW she has a problem with riding him

-…Ok, I mean…her explanation makes sense.

-See, every Dinae does it!

-Bram is so tired of her. It’s so funny

-WAIT. THERE’S WOLVERINES

-….is one’s name Logan?

-I’ll leave now

-I’m so glad they’re starting to understand each other more. Cause I was ready to jump through my phone screen.

-Things are still tense, of course.

-Wait a fucking minute. Going through a patch of brambles saved you a fucking DAY of travel? WTF

-I’m very interested in seeing how this plays out as opposed to Ravi’s route.

-Let’s meet Chieftain Mael!!

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #tales of the wild #bram #adi blog #otome days

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oliver-do-the-twist · 4 years

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How the Van der Linde Gang showers

(Don't worry its sfw)

Feel free to boo me if I'm wrong

Arthur

this man is a pretty regular showerer

when he gets the chance of course

his showering time tho? not regular

it entirely depends on his mood

when hes happy its like a quick 5 minute shower done and done

but when my guy is sad he will shower until the water gets cold and then some

he just needs the comfort ok??

leave him alone

Dutch

God save anyone who intervenes with his showers

hes in there for an entire hour

and he has a plan a structured way of cleaning himself

sugar scrubs, exfoliates, hair and skin masks, mustache shampoo

its all there

I would need a whole different list for just his after shower routine

but it mostly consists of him just oiling up his hair again despite all the time washing it

drives everyone up the walls with how much time it takes, but the only person who ever complains is Hosea, because everyone else is to afraid to

but then he doesn't shower until a few days later with the belief that longer showers= less showering

Hosea

Pretty average

he sees showers as just a quick way to clean off

5-10 minutes done

but if anyone messes w him when hes bathing???

they're gonna need more than God to save them

his bath time is for HIM and HIM ALONE

he gets the candles, nice music, wine, dims the lights if he’s not reading a book

its really his time to unwind and not deal with Dutch’s crap

that’s why its so important lol

John

HAHAHAA no

Dutch and Hosea tried to make him once, everyone is still getting over the trauma

Once he starts getting more serious with Abigail he does try to be a little cleaner for her though, and she respects that even though he's still reallly greasy

Javier

Oh you know this man is a singer

He takes his hygiene very seriously, but sometimes he forgets to even wash himself hes so busy performing his concert shower

His vibrato will echo throughout the house

He always seems to shower when Bills taking his nap and his singing causes Bill to go into a blind rage

Micah

Actively tries not to shower

But once he saw how much Dutch takes his showers seriously he tried to clean himself a little bit

He quickly gave up

Mary-Beth

Showers are THE prime time for day dreaming for her

So her showers take like, forever

Sometimes like Javier where she'll forget to actually wash herself

Likes the finer things, she'll pay extra for the good products

Charles

Ok I might get hate for this

But he's not a regular showerer

BUT that doesnt mean he doesn't keep himself clean

He knows alternatives to showering because he knows how to survive for long periods in the wildness where there arnt showers

He does like good smelling stuff tho, he'll find good smelling herbs and flowers to stuff in his pockets to smell nice

he considers a good shower a nice treat, and therefore when he does shower it takes forever

Sadie

Showers quick, to the point

Kinda sees them as chores so she doesn't try too hard, just gets them out of the way

Does the bare minimum, could care less about her hairy legs and what you say about them

Sean

Showers like, maybe once a week or two unless he's bullied into more

It takes him forever to do it and he still somehow does a bad job at it

Tilly

Her showers are about 20-30 minutes

She loves to pamper herself with nice things

She actually really likes to shower, she likes the physical act of scrubbing away all the dirt and grime and the feeling of cleanliness

Kieran

I'm sorry but this sweet boy is not very clean

Have you seen at his greasy head of his??

He tries, he really does, but he just can't get the hand of showering regularly

Not to mention he's terrified of getting in anyone's way, if anyone wants the shower while he was planning to use it, he'll immediately give it up

Abigail

She used to like taking her time in the shower but ever since Jack was born she doesn't have time to :/

She still makes it a priority, but its not as possible as it used to be

As Jack got older, (like 2 or 3 yo, not rdr1 age) she would shower with him more often than not (its not weird, she's his MOM)

She always liked splashing with him and playing fun water games

Jack

Little baby loves showers!

Its all playtime and fun when he showers with mom

He is always fascinated by the fact that Abigail can make bubbles with her hands by blowing through them, he always tries to copy her but he always blows the bubble too hard and it pops

That never stops him from trying again tho

Trelawny

Dont even get me started on him lol

Bill

Honestly, he forgets to shower

Until Mrs Grimshaw uh,, gently reminds him

Even then he'll just step in, let the water run over him for a few minutes and call it good

He is then forced back in by Susan with a bottle of two in one body wash and shampoo and isn't allowed out until a good portion of it is used

Lenny

He thinks hygiene is important.

He knows it's important to be presentable, so he makes a nice habit of showering

His showers arnt anything fancy, just the basics, but that's better than some of these people here lol

Molly

Everyone HATES when she's in the shower

She's like Dutch in that she takes forever, I mean hey, this girl was raised nice, there's nothing wrong with getting rid of all the dirt and grime that comes with running with outlaws

Except unlike Dutch, she'll get a lot of hate from the meaner members, poor girl

Loan shark

Very hygienic, his showers have been mastered for ultimate efficiency

Thinks he's better than the people who don't shower regularly

Karen

She likes the idea of being clean

She thinks she showers more than she does, gets annoyed when someone (Susan) will point out that she needs a wash

Her showers also take f o r e v e r

Swanson

Poor man likes to be clean

Which really sucks when hes so drunk he can't tell what day it is

Once he does clean up his act however, he does make a pointed effort to keep himself clean

He sees it as a way to keep himself together

Pearson

Lol why would he shower?? His sweat is free seasoning

Really tho he has a version of the hygiene routine he practiced in the navy, its just not so routine

But really he's just lazy and thinks he's entitled to not have to clean up for people because he feeds everyone

Susan

Between keeping the camp running and keeping everyone alive she doesn't have much time on her plate for much

But does that stop this woman? Hell no

She won't let excuses get in the way of her hygiene

She has mastered the art of quick and effective showering

Thinks that because she can do it, everyone should (she's right)

Uncle

The King of excuses

But they swing both ways, he'll either make an excuse on why he has to use the shower before anyone else does and for as long as he wants, or he'll come up with any reason not to shower

Either way he's a pain to deal with, per usual

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flawedwrites · 3 years

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BRISTOL HIGHTOWER & JAYCE INGRAM & LENNOX STARK [ send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you— ] DATING EDITION HC’S / OPEN

where they first met and how: i believe that they met at a bar. jayce most likely approached lennox first as to not intimidate her with bristol. they ended up buying each other drinks and making out that night but not going home together just yet. that came later.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved: their ‘flirting’ game with lennox was hella strong and lasted weeks after they first met before officially going on a first date.

who fell for who first ( if applicable ): well, jayce and bristol were already together before they met lennox and then jayce fell hard for lennox and then bristol shortly after. lennox safe guarded her heart for awhile before admitting her feelings to the two of them because she was nervous about losing them.

where their first date was and what it was like: their first date was at a sports game and it was super cute and soft. bristol wanting to buy snacks and things for lennox and jayce probably cuddling on lennox’s lap during the game. which was most likely a basketball game because they know that sport is lennox’s favourite.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ): it was definitely bristol who asked if lennox wanted to join her and jayce in being a trio relationship. or rather, as most people know it - a polyamorous relationship. bristol likes to think she’s in charge of things even though it’s definitely lennox who is.

who proposes first: oh. interesting. honestly, i think if anyone would propose to the other it would be lennox as she would want to make sure that the girls knew how much she does care for them now.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away: at first they might keep it a secret as there are lots of people who still don’t understand how three people can love one another and want to be with one another and not get jealous of the other.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ): the proposal would probably happen when they were on a trip together. somewhere with a beach. they would all be cute and know what was happening and would all try to propose at once.

if they adopt any pets together: oh! jayce would LOVE to adopt ALL THE PETS. but lennox and bristol would put a stop to it. how ever, they will allow her to adop two pets but that’s it. after all, they don’t live in a farmhouse or anything like that.

where their first kiss was and what it was like: hmmm. their first kiss was outside of the club where they met, though at first it was just jayce kissing lennox.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ): lol yes. all thanks to jayce. she would get them like, matching pajamas and slippers. cute ass stuff like that.

how into pda they are: jayce is very much into PDA and bri too. lennox not so much.

who holds the umbrella when it rains: lennox holds the umbrella when it rains.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ): they like to go to sports games for their usual date night and have season tickets to the basketball club.

who’s more protective: L E N N O X. for sure. her lawyer-ness comes out if something happens that could affect her girls and then her claws come out.

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ): a month or so. as they didn’t want to scare lennox away so they took things slow at first.

if they argue about anything: yes of course they argue about things. oh for sure. jayce and bristol are always worried that lennox is at work to get away from them and to spend time on their own so they get hurt because of that. otherwise, they bicker about things that any other couple would.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ): bri likes to leave little marks here and there on her girls but nothing that would leave scars of course.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ): they all like to cuddle one another and take turns being the big or little spoon. :).

what their favourite nonsexual activity is: S P O R T S. they’re all pretty sporty and enjoying watching and playing sports. not necessarily playing sports together but sometimes.

how long they stay mad at each other: jayce has a very short fuse and doesn’t stay angry for long. bristol stays angry the most and lastly, it was lennox.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are: jayce likes fruity ice teas - bristol likes coffee with two creams and two sugars and lennox likes black coffee which jay and bri think are gross and make fun of her for it.

if they ever have any children together: no. but jayce and bristol would definitely be open to the idea of having children with lennox. they have definitely talked about having a family of their own one day.

if they have any special pet names for each other: bri-bri. jay. sweety. lenny. len. anything like that.

if they ever split up and / or get back together: no but they might have been close to splitting up at one point when they were upset at lennox for not spending enough time with them and thinking that she was lying about wanting to be there with the girls.

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ): tba.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like: their first christmas was a low-key thing with just the three of them because COVID ruins everything.

what their names are in each other’s phones: jayce has their names put in her phone normally but with emoji’s next to them. bristol has cute ass nicknames and lennox has their names normally like she would anyone else’s.

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ): nah. i don’t think they have any ‘couple traditions.’

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first: jayce falls asleep first. then bristol. and lastly lennox because she is usually staying up late to work on her cases that she hasn’t finished at the office.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon: the three of them take turns being the big spoon or the little spoon.

who hogs the bathroom: B R I S T O L.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside: definitely lennox. or jayce. but never bristol. she is terrified of spiders and doesn’t even like talking about them.

#s: bristol x jayce x lennox #meme: bristol hightower #meme: jayce ingram #op: lennox stark #xnonxnocerex

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heroes-r-us · 5 years

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OPM characters x reader {How would they respond to being caught in a Witch spell that makes them see their s/o in a raunchy position?}

good lord that's a long ass title

Le ask: Hey friend! I have a question for you! I am looking for some guidance for a fanfic. In it, Amai mask, Flashy Flash, Atomic, Metal Bat, Saitama, Genos, and Sonic all get caught in a villain’s spell, making them see their s/o (prob gonna be a girl) in the most sinful situation they could possibly imagine. I am requesting your help, to please tell me on what you think they would see, and how they would react to the situation once they see the real person again! Thank you very much-Shy Fanfic anon

First off, Hello! Also wow! Guidance? Oof anon idk I still struggle myself but I'll do my best! ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

I don't like Amai Mask very much, but maybe I'll warm up to him? Eventually? Also I added Zombae hope u don't mind lol

Amai Mask: He would definitely be thrown off guard- not only from the position you'd be in, but because YOU were in the midst of his fight.

You'd probably be in a dominatrix outfit, and ready to play. He definitely wouldn't be able to get that image out of his head for a while.

When he sees you again he says nothing. There's no way he'll give up control for a fetish of his... Well... Unless you suggest it.

Flashy Flash:

Similar to Amai Mask he's taken aback, but he finishes the fight quickly and efficiently.

He has a hard time getting the image of you... getting... gangbanged... by other members of the S class out of his head. (He had no idea where that thought fucking came from)

Obviously he doesn't fulfill that fetish. But occasionly he'll toy with the idea...

Atomic:

*laughs in hidden* (oh boy time to force my fetishes on others!)

Okay so basically we all know what he sees. And the battle was over before it began, so the spell doesn't kick in until several minutes later.

He actually tried to ask you what you were doing in such a hot zone for monsters, but it quickly dawned on him that it was a spell.

You were toddling towards him, wearing nothing but one of his shirts that he wore around the house. It was only when you whimpered out a "Daddy~" that he flushed with embarrassment.

What the hell kind of spell is THAT???

He gets flustered everytime he's sees you wearing his clothes now, although he'll break soon enough and inform you about the... Incident.

-insert Lenny face here-

Metal Bat:

Oh boooy this boi rite here!

He has plenty of fetishes to go around believe you me!

Okay so he killed the fucker before the spell had fully set in, so he's literally waiting for the aircraft to pick him back up when he sees you just fucking APPEAR out of NO WHERE!

He's in the stage of 'what the fuck' and that's when you tilt you head downwards with a smirk, and your eyes flash with heat. He tenses, surprised, and then he realized just exactly what kind of spell this was.

He is thoroughly embarrassed at your sultry movements, though his main concern was that no one else could see what he was.

He has his pride dammit.

Next time he sees you he doesn't make any mention of the encounter. It wasn't like you didn't know about his kink anyways.

Saitama:

🤔

What kink would Sai have??

I mean I feel like he'd be rather vanilla?

(Also would he even be affected??)

So he was going to punch this fucker out of existence when he saw you. In fact it worked perfectly.

You were on your knees, clad in gorgeous lingerie and ready to be fucked. It was really hot actually, and he's thrown waaaay off. So much so that the witch gets away.

That night he asks you if you even own any lingerie.

He isn't dissapointed by your answer~

Zombieman:

Okay, so Zombae has it hard- *wink* I mean he's trying to get this witch to fuckin die, and now he has to do a double take when he catches your form from the corner of his eye.

Z is a pretty soft spoken guy, at the very least really chill. So, the two of you probably aren't even together, so seeing you in such a... raunchy position is waaay to much for this man to handle.

By the time he's finished off the wizard, or whatever the thing was, you were gone. He had been informed by the over confident being that it was some sort of lust potion thing. So, he wasn't concerned for your safety. (At first he thought it was really you.)

Next time he's sees you he can hardly look you in the eye. After all it's not every day that you get to see someone you're in love with tied, bound and gagged. (Also someone confirm this sweetie would be into gunplay?? Or knifeplay cuz mmmm 😏)

Genos:

Oh crap man idk. There's so many ways to interpret him. 😅😅

Plus he'd probably be like- you have no power over me, Witch. *incinerate*

But then it turns out he IS affected and he's immediately thrown off his game because once again he underestimated his opponent.

There are so many things that he'd like but I think his s/o being super needy and desiring nothing but him gets his circuits fried. 😂

Like Metal Bat he's worried more about what others are seeing than what he is. He's not that embarrassed to tell you what he saw, in fact he'd actively pursue it.

Sonic:

Oooh fasty man!

He's probably like Zombae in the fact that he likes rope bunnies. But Sonic is just as- if not more sadistic than Z.

The sight doesn't distract him for a moment. He could dwell on it later. But as of now he had a damn wizard who wouldn't leave him be.

Next time he sees you he'll totally bring up the incident, teasing you about how much of a sub you were or something.

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lenncnwintxr · 4 years

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Is that LENNON WINTER? Wow, they do look a lot like SYDNEY SWEENEY. I hear SHE is a NINETEEN year old FRESHMEN who is studying FASHION DESIGN at Luxor University. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be STUBBORN and RECKLESS, but on the bright side they can also be CAPTIVATING and DETERMINED. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.

basics:

name : lennon antoinette winter

nicknames : len, lenny, blondie

age : nineteen

birthday : 12 february (aquarius)

sexuality : bisexual

born : upper east side, nyc

height : 5′3

favorite color : purple

fluent in: english, french, & italian

hogwarts house : hufflepuff

college major : fashion design

extracurriculars: cheerleading (flyer), gymnastics, arts club, theatre (actor + costume design),

notable character references : rebekah mikaelson (tvd) & serena van der woodsen (gg)

family:

mother : diana winter ( née carmichael)

father : liam winter

little sister : abra winter (18)

schedule:

american literature

visual art

advanced psychology

advanced contemporary dance

fashion design

theatre

hot yoga

about:

lennon was born and raised in the upper east side of new york with both her parents and younger sister. her mom being a well known fashion designer and her father being a musician.

thankful that her and her little sister are close in age, they’re best friends. have always been there for each other through everything for their entire lives. even now. lennon can trust her with anything.

they grew up surrounded by music and lavish parties, lennon soon realized how much she loved to sing. her sister and father would play instruments and she’d dance around the living room and sing for them. though she quickly stuck to only singing in the shower once she saw how talented her sister was. sure lennon loved being in the spotlight, but wanted each of them to have their own and shine together.

she was the young girl who would sneak into her mother’s closet when they had a gala or late night function the girl’s weren’t old enough to attend yet. perfecting the art of walking in heels by the age of 5.

she’d sneak into her mom’s workshop and “borrow” designs off her rack for parties, being sure to but the items back before morning.

lennon was always drawn to fashion, wearing it, creating it...you name it. when she was finally able to go to all the events she’d study what everyone was wearing, learning what was popular and using it to start designing her own clothes.

she never thought she was any good, so for a while she stuck to drawing anything she could: fruit, people, nature. anything that didn’t involve clothes, but she always found herself coming back.

in the gossip girl world that was her life, lennon was serena. bubbly, fun, loving to be the center of attention, a party girl. she’d been the other woman a few times, letting herself get close to men quickly without asking questions before it was too late and she ended up hurt. now she sticks to flings, guarding her heart to not show anyone the hopeless romantic underneath.

they volunteer as a family, give to every charity they can. her parents knowing how important it would be to pertaining to her and her sister’s futures.

now that lennon is in university, she wants to continue pursuing fashion in hopes to open up her own store. her mother wants lennon to sign on and be apart of her business eventually, but even though she’s always loved her mom’s clothes she doesn’t see their visions meshing well together. she doesn’t know how to tell her, but she’d rather start something fresh on her own.

facts:

if there’s a party you’ll be sure to find her there, especially with a drink in hand

she only fully trusts one person in her life: her sister

she’s her sister’s opposite. being very outgoing, playful, and down to try anything once, the could charm her way in and out of anything she wanted

she loves both her parents though it’s pretty clear to her that her father prefers abra, since she was the one with the musical playing genes. though she couldn’t help but apply her talents to theatre in school.

she’s always felt this bit of responsibility to make her mother proud and constantly feels that pressure.

where she goes, trouble tends to follow.

she’s a big dog lover.

feels that shopping sprees, vacations, or macaroons can solve any problem.

has a small tattoo of a bow on her left hand, middle finger. HERE.

has a small rose tattoo on her side. HERE.

connections?:

muse : open. her number one support system, made her realize how amazing she was at fashion design. if it wasn’t for him she’d probably still be sketching trees.

best friends : cecilia antez. lavender jones. savannah grey. besides her sister these people are always there for her when she needs them.

fwb/hookups/flings : andrew. open. open. being a girl who isn’t one for relationships unless it clicks, it leaves the girl with a lot of free time. she get’s bored easily so there’s more than one but it’s always fun and carefree, just like her.

revenge hookup : open. started as a fling to get back at one of her friends/exes, etc. and now the two just can’t seem to stay away from each other.

childhood friend : open. their mother’s quickly became friends, always visiting lennon’s mother’s store to get the best designer clothes they could. which led to the two girls talking while their moms did, getting close and spending time together at events.

protective friendship : open. the person who always comes to her rescue, won’t let anyone mess with her or talk bad about her in their presence. often is seen throwing lennon over his shoulder and carrying her out of parties before she does something dumb.

bad influence : axel allen. the two always have a good time out together, fueling each other’s bad decisions, daring one another to do something crazier.

good influence : open. tries keeping her head on straight and out of trouble.

cuddle buddy : teddy martinez. a sort of confidant relationship that usually revolves around them spilling their guts or talking shit, cuddling with no cares in the world. possible that the cuddling could lead to something more romantic.

sexual tension : open. the two can’t seem to stay away from each other and though nothing sexual has happened yet...they’re never far from crossing over that line.

close friends : open. open.

skinny love : open.

exes : ian. open.

party friends : open. open. the people who wouldn’t been seen far away from lennon at a party. having drinks in their hands and/or having a good time on whatever dance floor they could find.

partner in crime : open. the first person lennon ever got high with. trouble is always guaranteed when the two are together.

occasional drug buddy : open. when lennon gets high, she likes to do it around someone else, this person allows her to feel comfortable and have a good time. often seen calling her to smoke as well.

supplier : open. this person supplies her with whatever when she needs it.

frenemy : open. sure the two of them are friends, but more often the two can be seen butting heads, thinking the other is out to get them and embarrass them in front of everyone. they take turns fighting for dominance but still manage to label the other as ‘friend’.

rival : open.

enemies : open.

friends turned enemies : open.

(idk i just started listing things lol. but i’m down for anything and everything.)

#luxorintro #here's my mess but she's fun a promise. come plot and i'll love you forever

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